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Payal

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I felt Grandpa’s finger slowly graze along the lacy panties in between my butt cheeks, his index and middle fingers gently feeling the skimpy material that stuck on my pussy lips. I remained in this position, my knees on the couch seats, my arms on the head rests, my back arched towards them, sticking my ass out. I kept my face buried in my arms, feeling humiliated having this man watch Grandpa touch the most intimate parts of my body. The skirt was pulled up to my waist, only the thin lacy panties barely covering my pussy.  “What do you think of this, Mohan?”, Grandpa asked him, I heard the cheeky tone in his voice. He slowly slid his thumb and index finger in between each thigh and pussy lip, pinching them together. I could feel my pussy lips being squished together, bulging out over the thin lace. He kept pinching and massaging them, making the fat lips puff out in Mr Mohan’s face.   “It’s amazing, Venkayya Ji.”, He must be drooling looking at the sight before him.

“Hold this pose, Venkayya Ji. Let me take some pictures of your hands on her bum.” *Click. *Click.   “Is this ok, Mohan?”, Grandpa slowly slid his index finger under the panty line, the tip resting on my left pussy lip.   “Grandpa… please stop this…”. I could feel my pussy starting to betray me, my slit was starting to get a little wet. I was slowly getting turned on having Grandpa’s fingers tease me.   *Click. *Click. “Fantastic, Venkayya Ji. Her pussy must be so smooth.”, he commented.   Grandpa’s finger gripped the edge of the panty line, slowly pulling it aside.   Oh god. I pushed my head deeper into my hands, the thin frame spectacles crushing my palms.   My fat pussy lips were now on open display towards Mr Mohan as I heard a little gasp escape his mouth. Grandpa pushed the panties to the side, making it rest on my right butt cheek, my little asshole was also exhibited in the living room.

I could feel the tight hole clenching and opening in Mr Mohan’s face.   *Click. *Click. *Click *Click. The camera started going off quickly as Mr Mohan gathered himself, making sure to take a picture of every single detail of my juicy pussy lips.  Grandpa’s middle finger slowly slid in between my slit, touching the entrance of my pussy hole, gathering a bit of creamy cum and made its way up to my clit, gently massaging the little hard nub.   “Look at her Mohan, she’s so wet…”, Grandpa chuckled slightly, his finger continuously teasing my little clitoris.   “Grandpa…”, I whispered softly, trying not to moan is the pleasure of the moment. His finger was driving me crazy.
“Grandpa…please….ahhhhh….stoppp…ummm….ahhhh….”,trying to plead in between moans.   I felt Grandpa’s thumb and index finger find my right labia flab, he pinched it between the fingers, pulling it aside. My pink wet pussy hole was now open, gaping at Mr Mohan. *Click. *Click. *Click. The camera continued on.   “Feel how soft her pussy is Mohan.”, Grandpa said, still pulling my right pussy lip aside, exposing all the wet pink flesh in between my dark pussy lips to him. I was letting out little gasps of pleasure, breathing heavily, my chest rising up and down.   Mr Mohan held the camera with his right hand, the left gripping my left ass cheek, squeezing it hard. Grandpa let my pussy lip go, giving Mr Mohan his approval to touch me. He sat quietly beside me, watching his friends every move.

I felt Mr Mohan’s big hand slowly graze across my pussy, his middle and index finger slowly gliding against the soft wet puffy lips, feeling the smooth fleshy skin.   “Very nice...”, he whispered. His middle finger now sliding up and down my slit.’  “Uhmmmm…emmmmm”, I moaned softly into my hands. Fuck. It felt so good having this man’s hand gently caress my pussy.   Mr Mohan took his hands off my pussy, gripping the panty, and pulled it down to my knees, resting on the couch seats. He gripped my thigh, pushing my legs further apart. My body looked like I was getting prepared to be doggy styled hard.   I glanced at Grandpa from in between my fingers, he had his right hand on his cock over the dhoti, gently stroking himself watching Mr Mohan fondle me.   *Click . *Click.   Mr Mohan took another few pictures of my exposed asshole and pussy. I heard him put the camera back down on the table, the camcorder still recording everything that was taking place on the couch.

I felt his right hand on my lower back, gently feeling my smooth skin. He slowly slid his middle finger downwards towards my butt crack, making its way to my asshole. He gently poked it, feeling it clench on his finger. I heard him laugh slightly, looking at how the little hole was reacting to his touch. Grandpa was stroking his cock a little harder now, watching Mr Mohan’s hand.   Mr Mohan slowly slid his finger down towards my pussy. His left hand holding onto my left butt, gripping it tight. The finger slowly slid down in between my slit, spreading my creamy cum in between my pussy lips . Eventually he found the hole, slowly sliding his middle finger in.  “Mmmmmmmm …..”, I moaned softly as the finger entered me.   “Fuck… she is so tight, Venkayya Ji.”, he said softly, his finger slowly sliding in and out between my fat pussy lips. I arched my back a little bit more, giving him more access to my pussy. I wasn’t thinking about my shyness anymore.   “Take your top off, Dear.”, Grandpa said, placing his left hand on my breasts, gripping my right nipple between his thumb and index finger.  

Without thinking, I removed my top and the spectacles from my face, placing it on the empty seat beside me. Grandpa grabbed my right tit, pinching and pulling my hard nipple. Then the left.   “Hmmm…. Mmmmm… ”, Fuck. That felt so good. Mr Mohan’s index finger pushed its way in, digging into the depths of my wet pussy hole, slowly pumping deep into me. He continued on like this for a couple of minutes, coming close behind me. I could feel his erection rubbing against my left butt cheek as he continued to finger me hard,   “I think that’s enough Mohan. Shall we proceed with the next outfit?”  Shit.I was so close to cumming. Why is Grandpa stopping it now, teasing me then leaving me wanting for more. I felt Mr Mohan’s finger slowly slide out of my dripping pussy as I collapsed onto the couch.

Little drops of my cream wetting the soft cushion under me. I slowly moved my body up, sitting down properly on the couch, with my breasts and pussy on display to both of them.   *Click. *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs a little bit more,dear.”  Mr Mohan went back to taking his pictures of me. The tent in his pants was at its peak. His fingers were wet with my cum. I slowly spread my legs a little more, allowing him to take some close-up shots of my dripping pussy. I was too turned on to care at this point, and both the men knew it.   “I think we can do the final shoot outside.”, Mr Mohan said, staring at my breasts. “I think we can go with the bikini next.”  Shit.


Mr Mohan placed the camera back on the table. “Could you pass me the skirt and panties, dear.”, his eyes constantly shifting between my nipples and my pussy. I slowly stood up, my legs shaking slightly from the near orgasm I was about to have. I pulled the skirt and the lacy panties out from under my legs and handed it to him. I stood there stark naked, showcasing my body to Grandpa and Mr Mohan. I could feel the wetness from my pussy dripping down my thighs.   “Absolutely beautiful.”, Mr Mohan stood back, taking in the sight in front of him. “Maybe we can end with a full nude photoshoot.”, he chuckled. He already had photos of every part of me, and a video of both Grandpa and him fingering and playing with my pussy. What else did he want.   Grandpa remained silent, his right hand still on his cock over the dhoti, looking at my body. Mr Mohan slowly walked towards the luggage bag again, unzipping it and pulling out a thin yellow bikini.

He had already strategically placed it on the top of the pile of clothes. He zipped the bag shut and walked back to me, his right hand reaching out to hand me the bikini.   I’ve never worn a bikini before in my life, I thought to myself as I took the yellow cloth from his hands, staring at it.   “It’s like wearing your underwear, ma. Let me help you.”, he said, a little grin on his face.   I slid the bottom part under my legs and pulled it up to my waist. Oh my god. It was so skimpy; the rear part was basically a thong. I turned my head over my shoulders and looked down. My entire ass was on display with a thin yellow string disappearing into my ass cheeks. The front end barely covered my fat pussy. The edges of my dark pussy lips were sticking out from the sides.   Was I supposed to wear this outside? In public? My heart was beating fast. What if somebody see me? Thank God Nani’s house was pretty distanced away at the end of the little village, surrounded by fields. The only issue was that the villagers worked at these fields so the occasionally do walk past the house.



My mind was racing with so many thoughts.   “Turn around, dear,” Mr Mohan said. I slowly turned around, the front facing Grandpa who was still sitting down on the couch. I lifted my hair, showing my entire back to Mr Mohan. He picked up the bikini top, placing the 2 cups over my breasts from behind and slowly tied the 2 strings at my back. He came closer to me, his big belly rubbing onto my back, slowly pushing his hard cock in between my butt cheeks, grinding me as he tied the bikini.   I ignored his movements, looking down at my breasts. The 2 cups barely covered them, the edges of my dark areolas from each breast were sticking out noticeably. The meat from my tits pushed tightly together making them seem even bigger than they were. Of course, the bikini was at least two sizes smaller than required for my bigger breasts and ass.   Grandpa stood up, taking a good look at me. “She looks very fuckable.”  The statement stunned me, and obviously Mr Mohan, who definitely wasn’t expecting that. “Uhh… yes… yes, Venkayya Ji.”, he stammered.

“I could not find a proper bikini for her size. Most of our models are flat chested.”. He moved away from my back, standing a few feet behind me.   Grandpa placed his hand on my left breast, gently squeezing it. “Do you like this bikini?”, he asked softly.  “Yes, Grandpa.” I lied, looking down at his hand.   “Shall we head to the garden?”, Mr Mohan asked. Grandpa let my breast go, heading towards the front door, opening it wide.   Fuck. The realization of me having to go outside dressed like this hit me like a ton of bricks.   “No. no… not dressed like this…”, I took two steps back, bumping into Mr Mohan.   “Oh, I almost forgot.”, He went back to the luggage bag and pulled out a small bottle of coconut oil. “This will make her skin glisten under the sunlight.”, he said with a wide smile on his face.

He held my hand, guiding me to the rattan chair and sat down. I stood in front of him, wearing this bright yellow bikini that barely covered my most intimate parts. Grandpa went outside. I could see him walking down the porch area, probably heading to his usual spot on the swing. It was really bright and sunny out, closing in to the middle of the day.   Mr Mohan looked up at me, both of us alone in the hall. He squirted some oil onto his palms and slowly started to rub my legs, massaging the oil into my skin up to my thighs. “Your Grandpa was right, you do look very fuckable in this.”, he grinned at me. Squirting more oil onto his palms, he started to rub it between my legs, squeezing and pinching my pussy lips together with his fingers. “I know a lot of men who would love to play with this little pussy of yours. They will make you career grow.”, he smiled.   I remained quiet, watching him as he moved towards my breasts, slowly rubbing more coconut oil onto them, his fingers making sure to touch my hard nipples as he massaged me.

“Hmm…so soft…”, he whispered, as he grabbed both my breasts, pushing them together. A little bit more of my dark areolas peeked out, the nipple barely hiding inside the bikini top. He finished rubbing more oil on my arms and picked up the camera again. “Ok dear, let’s go.”  I peeked out the front door, the walls surrounding the garden were about 4 feet high. Thankfully, the surrounding roads looked empty. I felt Mr Mohan’s hand grab my ass, pushing me outside. Grandpa was sitting down on his usual spot, on the swing, watching us. His eyes lit up as he saw me walking out, my body shining under the sunlight, the bright yellow bikini barely holding my assets in.   “Wonderful. She looks great Mohan.”  “Thank you, Venkayya Ji”,   “Come here, Dear.”  I slowly walked towards Grandpa. He remained seated as he bent down to take a closer look at my bikini bottom. He reached out, pulling the thin material out, crumpling it into a tight string. He slowly adjusted it so the string would fit snugly in between my slit.



My fat pussy lips were fully exposed, hugging the string from the outside, giving me a camel toe. His right thumb and index finger pinched my pussy lips together, making the string dig deeper into me.  “Perfect.”, he said, looking at his handywork.   “Stand beside your Grandpa, ma”, I heard Mr Mohan from behind me. I adjusted myself to stand beside the swing, Grandpa wrapped his hand around my waist, making sure that my barely covered breasts and pussy were fully exposed to the camera. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Come to the garden, ma.”, Mr Mohan held my left hand, guiding me down towards the grassy area. I kept peeking out over the wall, afraid anybody would see me in this embarrassing get up. I could hear birds chirping and chickens clucking all around me.   “Uncle, can we finish this fast…”, I asked him as he made me sit on the grass.   “I will do my best.”, he said, with a little smirk on his face. “OK. Lie down sideways”  I lied down on the right side of my body, resting my head on my right hand.   “Look at the camera and smile…”. *Click. *Click. “Lift up you left leg.”  I slowly spread my legs, my juicy camel toe coming into the camera’s view. *Click. *Click.   “Lie down on your back, spread your legs and look up towards me.”  I followed his instructions, moving my oily legs apart. *Click. *Click. *Click  “Arch your back upwards…”, he said, a little smile on his face. “Pull your tits out.”  “What… no… no…. not outside… please”, I cried out. “People will see…”  “There is no one here.”, he said softly.

“It’s just the two of us.”, he arched his face towards Grandpa. I looked up at the swing, Grandpa had dozed off again while watching us, probably waiting for everything to be over so he could fuck me again before I left.  Sigh. I slowly pulled out my breasts from the bikini top, my dark oily nipples shining under the sunlight. Pushing the cups under my boobs so they stick out firmly towards Mr Mohan.   “Perfect.” *Click. *Click. “Spread your legs wider apart, ma.” *Click. *Click. *Click.  I heard some shuffling sounds from behind the wall. A soft gruff voice called out to us.   “Hello. What are you doing?”,the voice said.  

An old face was looking at us from over the wall.  From his view, he could see Mr Mohan squatting down, pointing his camera at me, but he could only see the top of my head, my arched back blocking the view of my breasts and spread legs.   “Good morning Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan called out cheerily. I immediately tried to stick my breasts back into the bikini top, struggling at how tight it was. Fuck. I would have to untie the top and readjust my breasts into it. I just kept my head down, closing my legs. Making sure the man behind me could only see the back of my head and my arched back.   “Morning Mohan. What are the two of you doing?”, the soft gruff voice asked again, I could hear genuine curiosity. I slowly turned my head, trying to look at who it was. An old dark face looked back at me, unkept black and white hair and a long scraggly beard on his heavily wrinkled face. I saw him carrying a dirty shovel over his shoulder. Fuck. It was a local villager. Thank God, I didn’t recognize him.  


“We are doing a photoshoot, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan replied. I could see his cock bulging out under his pants, the outline very obvious.   “Photoshoot?”, he said softly, “For what?”, his eyes looking at my scared face.   “She is going to become a model.”, Mr Mohan said, letting out a little laugh.   “Hmmm…why is she wearing her underwear?”  Fuck. Obviously, he could see most of my body was out of the open, my privates were still covered by my arched back. Oh God. Just stop asking questions and leave already, I was thinking in my head.   “Hahahahahaha…. It’s not underwear Da Da Ji. It’s a swimsuit…”. Mr Mohan stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me upwards. No no no no no. I felt my body lunge upwards, my hand immediately covering my exposed nipples, the other hand covering my pussy. I looked down at my feet, avoiding the old villager’s eyes.   “It doesn’t look like it is covering anything.”, he stared at me curiously.” It just looks like underwear.”  Mr Mohan’s eyes lit up; an idea suddenly came to his head.

“Da Da Ji, come in, let me show you the difference.”  I whispered frantically. “Uncle, what!!!! No… please….”. Mr Mohan ignored me. I looked at Grandpa, he was still asleep on his swing, his head hanging downwards. Fuck. I looked up as the old man slowly opened the gate and walked towards us. We were shaded under the big tree in the garden. The old man looked like a beggar, wearing a torn t-shirt and pants, walking barefooted on the grass. He still had the shovel over his left shoulder, holding the wooden base with his left hand.    He slowly approached closer, not taking his eyes off me. I tried to hide my body behind Mr Mohan, still trying my best to cover my breasts and pussy from his eyes.   The villager stood in front of us, still looking at me curiously. Mr Mohan had a sly smile on his face, his right hand still holding the camera.  “Show him your bikini, dear.”, he grabbed my wrist with his left hand, pulling me beside him.

I nearly lost my footing as I stumbled beside him, covering my body.   “Bikini?”, the villager said out loud.  “Bikini, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan laughed, “It’s what you call this suit.”  “Oh..”, the old man was looking at my flat belly.   “Take your hands off your body, dear.”, Mr Mohan said softly towards me. “Show him your swim suit.”  “Uncle… please… no….”, I whispered back towards him, scared and humiliated by what is going on right now.   “Shh…it’s ok.”, his left hand gently stroking my arm. “Show him then we can continue.”  With a heavy sigh, I slowly moved my arms to my sides, showing the old man my body, I kept my head tilted downwards, but my eyes were watching the villager’s every move. His jaw dropped looking at me. My breasts were sticking out from the bikini top, my dark areolas on full display with my oily hard nipples poking out towards him. My fat puffy pussy lips out in the open with the bikini disappearing in between my slit.



I stood there like a statue, my mind blank, showcasing my body to this stranger.  “Doesn’t she look nice?”, Mr Mohan said, placing his left hand on my ass, gently giving it a squeeze. He used a bit of force and pushed me closer towards the old man.   The villager was stunned, his eyes seemed confused at which part of me to look at. “Wow…”, he gasped softly. “She is a model?”  “I am going to make her one. That is why we are taking photos.”, Mr Mohan replied, smiling widely. He was excited watching the old man’s reactions.   “This underwear she is wearing…”, the villager said softly.  “Bikini. Yes?”  “Bi..kini… I can see everything.” his eyes looking down at my puffy pussy lips. This was so embarrassing.   “Yes… the material is different from normal underwear, Da Da ji.”, Mr Mohan said cheekily. “Feel it.”  Wait. What. Is he kidding?  The villager didn’t wait for any response from me, immediately, placing the palm of his right hand on my pubic area, feeling the thin yellow bikini bottom. “Yes… it is not like normal cloth…”, he slowly pulled the bikini out a bit, looking down at my clean-shaven mound.   *Click. *Click. *Click. Fuck. Mr Mohan was taking pictures of this stranger’s hand on me.  

The old man slowly let the bikini go, his finger tracing down to my exposed pussy. He pinched the left puffy meat with his thumb and index finger, pulling it open. Thank God my slit was still covered by the crumpled yellow string. He gently pressed the flesh, feeling the smooth soft skin on his fingers. *Click. *Click*. The villager paid no mind to the camera, his attention focused on my pussy.   “The top is different as well, Da Da Ji.”, Mr Mohan looked up from the little camera screen. “You can feel hard material on it to support her breasts.”. he looked at me, giving me a wink. Bastard.   The villager shifted his eyes to my breasts, my dark nipples protruding towards his face.   “Let me feel.”, he whispered. He dropped the shovel to the ground. Slowly grabbing my breasts from below, holding them up to his face. His face full of excitement looking at my young body. He gently pinched my nipples, pulling them outwards, twirling the hard nubs with his fingers. *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr



Mohan was busy beside us taking every shot.   The old man slowly bent his body, positioning his face close to my breasts. Oh no. I watched his dry black lips open up as he took my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it gently. His released his grip from my right boob. “Mmmm..”, he moaned softly , his eyes closed. I could feel his teeth gently nibbling on my nipple. With his free hand, he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock, slowly stroking it.   From my point of view, I could only see the top of his head, the dirty black and white hair slowly moving as he gently suckled me. *Click. *Click. The old man was rubbing his cock hard now. Moaning loudly as he switched to my right nipple, trying to take my entire areola into his mouth as well.  

The villager smelt quite bad, but I barely paid any attention, my mind was racing, feeling the tongue tease and play with my right hard nipple in the old man’s mouth. “Aaaa..”, I moaned softly, my eyes slowly rolling back.  *Click. *Click. “Dear, why don’t you help him.”, Mr Mohan asked.  I reached under the old man’s body, trying to find for his stroking hand. Fuck. Why could I not reject this. After being teased on the couch just now, and now with my nipples being played with. I was so damn horny. I found the villager’s cock, grabbing it hard. It didn’t feel big in the palm of my hand.   The old man’s body jerked up, standing straight, looking me in the eyes. I avoided his gaze, looking down at the old cock I was touching. I slowly pulled the foreskin back, the black head oozing precum. He looked to be close to about 6 inches, thin and veiny, but the mushroom head was thick and fat. I slowly started to stroke him.   “Ahhhh…mmm….ahhh”, the villager closed his eyes, taking in the pleasure I was giving him. *Click. *Click. *Click.   “Suck his old cock.”, Mr Mohan stood beside me, whispering into my ear softly.  



I dropped to my knees as if in a trance. Still slowly stroking the base of his cock, the fat head bulging out towards me. *Click. I heard the camera go off again. I stuck my tongue out, licking the little bit of pre cum out of his pee hole. I could smell stale piss coming from him. His body jerked up, his eyes wide open looking down at me, his face in shock as I slowly took the mushroom head into my mouth. *Click. *Click. *Click.   I slowly sucked him. “Ooohhhh.”, I heard a soft moan as he placed his dirty right hand on my head, stroking my hair. I closed my eyes, taking his cock in deeper into my mouth, my nose grazing against his white pubic hair. “Ohh…. ahhhh.”, the villager moaned as he slowly moved his hips forward. I kept sucking , playing with the mushroom head with my tongue, cleaning his cock.   *Click. *Click. *Click. Mr Mohan was walking around us, taking shots at every angle.  

I felt his body jerk up again. Warm bitter cum started to flow down my throat. Oh shit. I didn’t want to swallow it but it was too late. I tried to move my head away but the old man held his grip on my head. “Ahhhhh….”, One final moan as I tasted another spurt of cum exit him onto my tongue. He finally let my head go as I collapsed backwards onto the grass, trying to spit out whatever cum that was still inside my mouth.   The old man stood there, smiling widely, looking at me. Mr Mohan walked beside me, his camera facing downwards, using his left hand to grip my under arm and brought me up. My tits were jiggling as I moved.   The villager slowly stuck his cock back into his pants and zipped up, looking at me. “Thank you, dear.”, he said, coming in for a hug. He planted a kiss on my lips, tasting his cum on me. I felt his right-hand wrap around me, grabbing my ass, squeezing it hard.     “Did you enjoy it, Da Da Ji?”, Mr Mohan asked, looking at him.  ”Fantastic Mohan. Thank you also.”, he released his grip from my bum, and put it together in a praying motion, thanking Mr Mohan.

Why the fuck was he thanking him for? I did all the work. I felt the anger rise up in me. First Grandpa, now Mr Mohan were using me like a slut. We both watched as the old man slowly picked up his shovel, making his way out towards the gate. He waved at us as he slowly walked away.   “Thank was great. Amazing shots.”, Mr Mohan commented, his eyes looking at the camera screen, grinning. “It’s my turn now.”. He grabbed my arm, pulling me back towards to front door of the house.   As we got closer, we saw Grandpa standing there at the entrance, his cock out of his dhoti. He was holding the base of the shaft, pointing it at my direction. “Did you have fun, Dear?”, he asked me, smiling slightly.  

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Grandpa grabbed my hand, pulling me into the hall. I heard the front door close and lock as Mr Mohan followed me closely behind.  Grandpa’s cock was rock hard, swinging at a ninety-degree angle as he moved around.   He held my wrist, pulling me into the guest room. “Hmmm…. You little slut, how did that dirty cock taste?”, he sneered at me, looking at the dried cum on my lips and chin. Mr Mohan held onto the strings on my back, releasing it so the bikini top fell to floor.   “Fuck the bitch hard, Mohan.”,  Grandpa said, as he lied down on the bed, opening his dhoti. His cock sprang out, the purple head sticking out welcoming me. He pulled his foreskin down, slowly stroking the shaft as Mr Mohan undressed me. I felt Mr Mohan’s hands on my hips, slowly rolling down the bikini bottom to my legs.

He grabbed my ass cheeks hard, pulling it apart, looking at my little tight asshole.   “Hmm… I’ve been waiting to fuck all your holes from last week, you little cock tease.” He held my head, pushing me face first onto the bed, my head hitting  Grandpa’s legs.   “Come here, slut.”,  Grandpa said, holding his cock out to me. “Time for your lunch.”  I looked up at Grandpa’s face, he had that serious scary expression on him again. I slowly crawled up in between Grandpa’s legs towards his erection. Behind me I could hear Mr Mohan unzipping his pants and removing his shirt. I turned my head to look at him, his big belly casting a shadow over his jet-black cock. Oh my god. He looked to be slightly more than 7 inches, and about an inch and half thick. Even his cock head that was peeking out from his foreskin was black in colour. He looked me in the eyes, smiling.   Mr Mohan grabbed my hips, positioning my ass up to his face.

I arched my back towards him as I slowly took Grandpa’s cock into my mouth. “Hmmmm…. suck it bitch … suck  Grandpa’s cock…”. I held the base of his cock straight, slowly lowering my head onto the purple head. Behind me, Mr Mohan had his face positioned near my ass, I could feel his breath on my asshole. Grabbing the sides on my hips, he pushed his face into my pussy, biting the fat puffy lips with his teeth. His beard was tickling my clit as he slowly worked his tongue, slowly sliding it up and down my slit.   “Mmmmphhhh….”, I moaned softly with Grandpa’s cock in my mouth, sucking on it hard. Trying to run my tongue up and down along his meat. I felt Mr Mohan push his face deeper between my thighs, his wet tongue searching for my creamy pussy hole. “Mmmmm….”, I moaned softly. Fuck. His tongue felt so good as it slowly slid into me, exploring the warm cavity.  

I slowly started to move my head up and down, my lips wrapped around  Grandpa’s cock, my left hand slid between his legs, searching for his hairy saggy balls. “”Hmmm….keep sucking slut …”, I looked up at  Grandpa’s face. His eyes were glazing, mouth open as he moaned softly. I grabbed the base of his hairy ball sack, gently massaging the testes.   Mr Mohan took his face off my wet pussy. He adjusted his body upwards, looking down at my asshole, spitting at it, the saliva hitting my ass crack and bum. I could feel the thick cock head touch my pussy lips. Oh fuck. That black monster in going inside me. I lifted my head off Grandpa’s cock.   “Uncle… uncle… you’re too big uncle…. Not yet…”, I yelled out. I felt it enter, pushing my pussy hole apart wide. Mr Mohan placed both his hands on my lower back, gripping me hips hard.

His right thumb was poking his saliva into the outer rim of my anus.   “Fuckkkk….”, I yelled out as the fat black cock made its way deeper into me, tearing me apart. The pain was horrible, it felt like my pussy was tearing.   “Shut up, bitch.”, he shouted from behind me, pushing all seven inches of cock meat into me. His thumb was forcing it’s way into my asshole now. Thap! His hips hit my thighs as he slid his cock out a little bit and slammed it back into my pussy. Thap! … Thap! … Thap!.... Mr Mohan slowly increased his pace, it felt like his cock was going deeper and deeper into me with every thrust.   “Hmmm… come up a little bit”, Grandpa moaned softly, gripping my hands pulling me upwards with Mr Mohans cock still slamming my thighs. My breasts were jiggling, swinging up and down in Grandpa’s face every time Mr Mohan entered me.  

Grandpa opened his mouth, trying to catch my nipples as they danced in his face. His mouth found my right tit, biting down on my hard nipple.   “Ouuuu…”, I shouted out in pain as I felt his teeth dig into the dark brown nub.  Grandpa pulled my nipple with his mouth causing more pain to shoot up from my right nipple to the back of my head. Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap! Thap!, Mr Mohan’s pace was increasing as he continued to pound my pussy hard.  Grandpa let my right nipple go, finding the left and biting down on it as well. “Ahhhh…fuckkkk…. That hurts”, I shouted in pain, I could feel tears beginning to form in my eyes from the sharp pain coming from my breasts.  Grandpa pulled the nipple with his teeth, stretching it. I could take it anymore, I collapsed onto his body, my back still arched towards Mr Mohan as his hands held onto my hips, continuing to ride me.  

Grandpa’s face was buried in between my tits, his hard cock poking into my stomach.   “Take it…”,  Grandpa whispered into my ears. “Take his cock, you little slut.”. He wrapped his arms around my back, holding me down as Mr Mohan kept pounding me. Thap! Thap! Thap!. The sound echoing inside the little room. They continued on in this position for a few minutes until I felt Mr Mohan’s thick black cock slowly slide out from my gaping pussy hole.   He moved back a little bit, placing both hands on my pussy lips, pulling it apart to look at the pink sore hole.  “Your turn, Santosh Ji.”, He smiled.   Mr Mohan moved his hands to my bum, pushing me upwards a little bit. I felt  Grandpa’s cock glide against my stomach down towards my pubic area. He pulled me upwards a little bit more, his hands in between our stomachs, trying to find my pussy.    



Grandpa held me tight, my face buried into his neck, my breast squished onto his chest as he slid his cock into me easily. He slowly started to thrust his hips upwards, penetrating the sore hole. “Hmmmmm…mmm….mmm,”, I cried out softly with my face buried into his shoulders. I felt both of  Grandpa’s hands move down my back onto my ass cheeks, spreading it apart for Mr Mohan.   “I’m going to tear this hole, dear.”, Mr Mohan brought his face close to my ear, whispering it to me. Fuck. I clenched my asshole shut as tightly as I could. I heard a small pop and thick liquid started pour down onto the entrance of my anus. Shit. He brought the coconut oil.   Mr Mohan squirted more onto his hand, gently massaging it onto his black knob.  Grandpa had stopped thrusting his cock into me, his hands still holding my butt cheeks apart for his friend. I started to cry as I felt Mr Mohan force his middle and index finger into my tight asshole, using the oil to slide it in and out, trying to enlarge the hole for his cock.  

“Mppphhhhh,”, I buried my face tighter into  Grandpa’s neck, holding in the pain. Mr Mohan slowly slid his fingers out of my oily anus.   “Are you ready for it?”, he whispered into my ear excitedly. “You can shit easily after today.”, he laughed. I started to tear hearing him speak to me like that.  Grandpa’s cock was still buried inside my pussy as I felt a fat cock head touch the entrance on my asshole.   Mr Mohan slowly pushed the tip into me. “Ahhhhhh….ouuu”, I lifted my head, shouting out in pain feeling my butt hole widen. I could feel my anus walls tightening around the fat black knob entering me.   Fuck. It hurt so much. Mr Mohan readjusted himself, squatting above me, his hands holding my shoulders to balance himself as he pushed his cock deeper into my ass.  



“Shit. This bitch’s asshole is so fucking tight.”, I heard him comment behind me.   Mr Mohan slowly kept pushing as I felt my anus starting to fill up with cock. The oil was helping him slide in, but barely. The deeper he went, the dryer it was.  Grandpa was chuckling softly into my ears, his holding still holding my butt cheeks apart. Eventually Mr Mohan had managed to push all 7 inches of his fat cock into me.    Grandpa let my butt cheeks go, holding onto my hips now. I was being double penetrated, a cock in both my pussy and asshole. The pain from my anus was causing me dizziness as I silently sobbed into  Grandpa’s shoulder.   “This feels good, doesn’t it?”, Grandpa whispered to me as Mr Mohan slowly slid his cock out and pushed it back into my ass. I cried out a bit as I felt the cock enter me again. Mr Mohan was ripping all my holes apart. At the same time, Grandpa slowly started to grind his hips into me, a soft Pap! Pap! Pap! sound as his thighs hit my skin. From the back, Mr Mohan started to increase his pace as well, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper down my asshole. Thap! Thap! Thap!

The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing inside the room as both cocks slid in and out of my holes, pounding me hard.   This continued on for about 10 minutes, I could feel the cocks hitting each other in between my pussy and anus wall. I sobbed quietly, my tears rolling down my cheeks hitting  Grandpa’s shoulders, accepting the abuse of both my holes.   I could feel Grandpa’s breaths getting heavier as his grinding increased speed.”Fuck… fuck… I’m going to cum…”, he tensed his body, spraying his cum deep inside my pussy. Fuck! I could feel the cum filling me up as he unloaded into me, the cum dripping out from my pussy hole onto his pubic hair and balls.   Thap! Thap! Thap! Mr Mohan continued to pound my poor asshole. I clenched my fist into a ball, waiting for him to finish.  Grandpa’s slippery flaccid cock slowly exited my pussy, his cum flooding out between my wet pussy lips.  Grandpa continued to hold my hips out towards him as he increased his speed even more, his finger nails digging into my shoulders.



“Ahhh…”, I moaned softly into  Grandpa’s shoulders, the pain becoming unbearable from the thick cock.   Mr Mohan quickly pulled out of me, grabbing my hair, and throwing me off  Grandpa’s body. I screamed in pain as I felt my scalp burning. He got on top of me, his legs spread beside my waist, stroking his thick shaft, his cock was rock hard, thick veins popping out from his black foreskin.   “Open your mouth slut.”, Mr Mohan growled at me, staring me in the eyes. I slowly lifted my body up, putting my face near his cock, the smell of coconut oil and my asshole filling up my nostrils.  Grandpa laid down beside me, watching with a big grin on his face. “Open it.”. Without waiting for me, he pushed his cock into my mouth, holding the thick base of his cock, and let go. “Hmmmmmmaahhhh”, he moaned loudly as thick spurts of cum started to shoot out of his cock down my throat. He stood there, his head looking up at the ceiling, as I swallowed everything he gave me. Gagging as I felt the long thick cock hit the back of my mouth, still releasing its creamy liquid into me.  



He looked down at me, smiling. “I’m not done , you little slut….”, he said , locking his eyes onto mine, slowly pulling the black meat out of my mouth as the cum started to drip out down my chin. He aimed the cock at my face, stroking it hard again. I closed my eyes, knowing what was about to come.  Cum flew out of his black piss hole, hitting me in the face, hair and chest. Thick goblets of creamy goo sliding down my body, the smell of his cum started to get heavy in the little room. He held his cock at my face, little droplets of cum still falling down onto my legs.  Grandpa watched him in awe, amazed at the amount of cum this man had in him.   “Clean it bitch.”, he said looking at me, smiling widely.  

I moved my cum drenched face close to his cock, slowly taking the fat black head into my mouth. I could feel it getting softer as I suckled the head, my wet tongue sliding around the tip and playing with his thick foreskin. I could taste his cum in every part of my mouth.   “Fuck. That was good.”, he said with a heavy sigh, pulling his cock out of my mouth, looking at me.   I laid back down, exhausted. Both my holes were so sore from the pounding I had received, I could still feel Grandpa’s cum flowing out of my pussy down towards my gaping anus. There was thick sticky cum all over my face and hair, tear stains on my cheeks. Mr Mohan slowly moved to the side of the bed, sitting down at the edge, his big belly hanging downwards. His black cock head has succumbed back into it’s shelter under his thick foreskin. He was panting heavily, the thick gold chain he was wearing moving up and down with every breath.    Grandpa looked at me, a sick grin on his face, then at Mr Mohan. “Mohan, ready for round 2?”

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Amala

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Even after completing her terrible childhood story, Amala is still crying .. a village girl who was completely exploited by two hungry old dicks.. such is the haunting experience she never went back to that village after that

It is Ramesh who came first and hugged her and consoled her. But she is expecting Kishore to offer her some comfort and a warm hug or a kiss. But his reaction is different , as if Amala has already lost her virginity before he fucked her.

Uncle, aunty, Kamala akka, Payal and finally Kishore consoled her..

As the situation has become serious, every body left to their rooms giving Amala some privacy

That night, after the college, Amala wore her favorite cotton fabric, flowery design frock .. knee length frock that made her look even younger.. with black sleevless shirt she is looking special and she came with her books to Ramesh room where Payal also is there.  Payal looked at Amala and got jelous that such simple innocent cute village girl has embraced the city modern look and has become bold enough to flaunt her curves.. knowingly or unknowingly she wore a shirt that is not covering her waist fully.. the small cure globes popping out of her black shirt and some of them visible from side also, Payal thought she is in for some action tonight

Opening her books and sitting on the floor as she is used to, Amala said “guys I can help you with your doubts if you want , as I promised to uncle its my duty to make you do well in studies and I am not saying I know every thing but together we can learn .. what you say ?”

Ramesh is the first to respond.. “super idea Ammu.. sorry Amala.. I need some help”, he grabbed his college backpack and opened his books and came and sat on the floor opposite to her.

Payal is not so much keen on studies yet, she said “ok you guys carry on, I need to work on my project and will take help from Kishore” , she left

Now Amala, Ramesh are on the floor .. deep into the studies and home work and Amala helping Ramesh with his doubts and in between Anil comes and sees them and felt very happy and left

As Amala is helping Ramesh, sometimes she leans forward to peep into the books.. while doing so her cute mangoes are hanging from her top and unaware of her situation she bends too low and makes Ramesh notice her beauty. Ramesh couldn’t take his eyes off.. Amala noticed it few times and finally gave a warning ..

“don’t you have sister ?”

“yes, I do “

“do you look at her also like this ?”

“ofcourse not.. but Amala why are you making this a big deal.. these things are common”

“Ramesh.. I want you to focus on your studies”

“sorry.. focus ? with such a stunning beauty in front of me ?”

(blushing) “stop praising me too much.. ok.. here is a deal”

“what?”

“for 15 min focus on studies and if you do well in studies then you can focus on me for 2 min”

“2 min? too much”

“ok ok 5 min”

“done”

“done”

Ramesh job is easy now..  He completely focusses on studies.. doing his home work, getting his doubts cleared , he behaves like a good boy.. 15 min passed

Now time to watch Amala.. she feels shy as Ramesh is staring at her.. she cant do it purposefully.. if it happens without her knowledge its fine.. but being conscious and doing things to provoke him is not happening.. after a min she says “Ramesh.. sorry… I cant do it like this.. lets do one thing.. you accumulate your points and at the end I will sleep next to you for half hour cuddling you, is that fine ?”

Ramesh jumps in joy.. its something he didn’t expect .. he is again deep into studies.. this time its Jaya who came and saw them and parents are always happy kids studying.. also she is double happy that Amala is close to Ramesh now.. instead of Kishore.. she comes back with 2 plates of dinner and asks them to eat between breaks..

That night is so special to Ramesh that the boy he is so who doesn’t talk much is now talking too much and cracking jokes with Amala.. after finishing dinner and studies, she decides to fulfil her promise..

Ramesh locks the door..

“why are you locking the door Ramesh?”

“this girl Payal has the habbit of looking for dicks at night”

“what ?”

“yes Amala, yesterday night she came to our and slept next to Kishore”

“Kishore ?”

“Haa.. He fucked her so hard making fun of me”

“What are you saying ? Kishore fucked Payal ?”

“Haaa.. I tried to tell him that Amala will feel bad”

“What did he say ?”

“Amala is happy with uncle, why will she feel bad me sleeping with Payal”

After some silence, Amala opened her mouth “Every boy finds excuses to cheat his girl friend”

Ramesh took her hand and consoling her “Amala, I didn’t mean to put breaks between you but he seems to enjoy more with Payal..”

“Ramesh.. Payal is beautiful , its natural for any boy to have that crush on her”

“Amala.. you are exactly thinking like me.. that’s why I became bakara for them ?”

“bakara ?”

“yes.. Payal always ridicules me of my low performance”

“low performance ?”

“haa.. I cant fuck for more than a minute”

Amala is shocked.. she becomes silent..

Ramesh goes and sleeps on the bed offering her some space..

She quietly goes and sleeps next to him with her back touching his front.. after few minutes of silence , Ramesh gathers courage and puts his hand on her waist… she didn’t say any thing.. Ramesh knows this is a very good opportunity for him to get good marks from her..

“Amala.. you want to be with my dad.. yes he is a hero.. he has stamina and power which every girl likes.. you saw him fucking mom and Kamala akka in the bathroom so hard that he chased them to living room and fucked in front of every one.. he has skills to make any girl fall for his dick.. Amala, I don’t have that skill nor I have the stamina..”

He pauses.. no reaction from Amala.. he is expecting her to feel sorry for him

He continues “Amala.. seeing how reserved I am, mom tried to help me .. my sister also.. but for whatever reason I couldn’t last more couple of minutes and I am a total failure”

She turns back and replies “Ramesh.. why are you telling your sob story ? girls don’t like boys to be like this.. I am trying to help you in studies.. that doesn’t mean I am here to solve all your problems.. Ramesh, how does it matter to me that you are fucking your mom and sis.. its your personal life.. I will be like your friend.. help you in studies .. I think you understand this”

Ramesh got hurt but he doesn’t show it .. He turns away and sleeps..

Amala promised to sleep with him for half hour .. he didn’t touch her.. she decided to sleep there for the night.. through out the night he didn’t even touch her..

In the morning Amala hugs him and leaves.

Next day.. she again comes to his room for studies… this time Ramesh focusses only on studies and he didn’t talk much.. Amala noticed the change.. she offered to sleep there, he didn’t say any thing.. she sleeps next to him holding his hand. He doenst talk and sleeps

Like this 2 more days passed

On fifth day , Amala says sorry “Sorry Ramesh .. I was little rude that day.. I felt annoyed that Kishore fucked Payal, that’s why I was rude.. you didn’t do any mistake and in fact you behaved like a  perfect gentlaman.. you didn’t even touch me..”

Ramesh wants to end this silence “Amala.. no girl will voluntarily sleep with a boy.. you wanted some comfort and someone to talk to… may be about Kishore being with Payal.. I may be wrong , you also felt comfortable with me as I didn’t misbehave with you.. ok, if you are sleeping every night in my room , every one in the house will think something is going on between us.. either they are right or they are wrong.. if they are wrong, stop coming to my room.. if they are right, lets make them right. “

Amala taking his hand and kissing on it “Ramesh.. being a village girl I was hesitant initially with Kishore.. now with you, I am bolder and even trying to convince my self that since Kishore is fucking another girl, I can fuck another boy… what a tame logic !! the only person who can be with me all the time is not Kishore.. nor uncle .. nor you… it will be my papa.. Apart from my papa, every other person will come and go.. Yes, one day I need to find one boy permanently , who is going to be that boy depends on many things.. Kishore helped me come over my city jitters initially and now your family is helping me with shelter so that I can focus on my studies.. the only way a girl can pay back is through her pussy, any thing else will fall short for the males.. I am not saying they are helping me to seek pleasure from me.. no.. cart before horse or horse before cart… finally it’s a win win situation.. if I behave one way with Kishore and another way with you, it means double standards.. Ramesh , even if I try to be away from you, one day I will yield to you.. its natural.. you don’t have any bad qualities that I should stay away from you.. if you and I feel that sleeping together makes sense lets continue..”

Ramesh is not so intelligent in talking.. that too with girls.. he hugs her and kisses her on cheeks and says good night..  

Amala is little disappointed that he didn’t take initiative but she knows he is reserved in nature .. she closes her eyes.. she knows it’s a matter of time before he becomes more bold..

Yes.. more bold.. that she didn’t even expect him to be !!! see what happens next day !!!

In the night after dinner every one is in living room watching some TV show.. Ramesh comes with his progress card and goes to his mom Jaya..

Sitting in her lap and showing the report card , he says “mom.. look at the marks , I am so glad to make you happy mom.. isn’t this what you expected from me.. mom.. for the first time I am seeing happiness in your face mom” , as he becomes emotional , Anil switches off the TV

Jaya becomes emotional seeing the great progress he made.. she cant stop kissing her son on his cheeks and hugging him closely as he started moving little uncomfortably in the beginning but soon unaware of the other family members he started moving on his own and soon he opened her blouse exposing great pair of melons that popped out and embracing fresh air has attracted the attention of Kishore who is watching with jelous.. noticing the love and passion in Kishore’s eyes , she sighed at him to join them.. seeing how much her own son Ramesh developed in these few days she started thinking highly of his son already

Yes, he will become  a very good citizen soon.. every mother thinks like this and I am no exception.. Jaya is enjoying every moment with her son and now Kishore..



Meanwhile  Ramesh started pinching my nipple tight and I squealed but still refused to open my mouth. The more I resisted the tighter the pinch got and in a matter of a few seconds I gave in. I opened my mouth to moan and immediately felt the whiskey rush into my mouth. I knew this is the plan my husband has for Kishore as I will become wild after few drinks..

Kishore swiftly tipped the glass, leaving me no choice but to swallow the whiskey filling my mouth.  Anticipating my next obvious move, Ramesh latched his mouth to mine as soon as Kishore withdrew the glass, not allowing me the chance to throw up but instead let the liquor flow down my throat. His lips sucked on mine and his tongue snaked in and out of my mouth. My squeals of pain and passion  soon turned into moans of pleasure and as much as I wanted to deny it, Ramesh was a good kisser.  He grabbed the back of my head, pulled me towards him and kissed me even more passionately. My urge to throw up had subsided and I reluctantly started kissing him back. His hand sneaked under the blouse and cupped my left breast and started squeezing it gently, mindful of not hurting me, all the while kissing me with the passion of a lover. 



It was such a contrast. Ramesh was hungrily gulping down my booze and abusing me like a goon, forcing me to drink by pinching my nipple so hard that hurt like never did before and now he was kissing me passionately, cupping and squeezing my breast so gently; so much so that it evoked a reciprocal response from me. I never noticed Ramesh being so aggressive in the past.. this is one area I want him to improve apart from studies.. be bold and brave.. now he is displaying those qualities also

It was also such a conflict. I was being mauled  in my own house by two hungry young studs in front of my husband  who seems to be enjoying more watching me.



I did curl my toes and moan as they pounded me like I had never had been before. I did let them suck me in whichever way they wanted. I didn’t shout or resist when they repeatedly flipped me over to either lick me from behind or from the front.   I didn’t kick them in the face when they put my legs over their shoulders as they ploughed my pussy. I didn’t try to stop them in those momentary breaks when they switched places. I didn’t open my mouth to scream for help but rather moan as they stuffed their thick, dangling cocks in my mouth.  My mouth was wide open every time they pumped it full of semen which in the heat of the moment, I swallowed.    They had seen through my shit show of defiance and now the bitter truth had dawned upon me too. And now I was in my husband’s view, half naked, fervently kissing back the boys.

I heard Ramesh snap his fingers at Kishore even as he continued kissing me. My eyes were closed as if trying to shut out the reality and just go with the flow.  “Give the drink.” I heard Ramesh say to Kishore before breaking the kiss.   I opened my eyes and saw Ramesh take the glass almost half full with whiskey. He gulped down two large sips before looking at me and saying, “Take …it”   I opened my mouth just enough for the thin rim of the glass to fit right in and for the drink to flow in to my mouth. I looked up at Ramesh as I slowly sipped on the whiskey. This time, it didn’t taste as strong as it did in the past. The last few minutes were so overwhelming that it made me thirsty and I drank the neat drink like water.

I had never drunk whiskey neat; I always had it with a coke and a lot of ice to water it down. It was indeed a day of firsts.  I quietly gulped down three sips of the whiskey and just as the last sip was in my mouth, Ramesh abruptly pulled back the glass and latched his lips on to my still open mouth. It was so sudden that I yelped and some of the drink in my mouth ended up in his. Not that he seemed to mind it.  As our saliva mixed in with hard liquor, our kiss got more intense. This time I grabbed the back of his head and kissed him back while his hand roamed down to my pussy. My breathing quickened as I felt him lift the hem of the apron and his palm cup my pussy. I know I shouldn’t have done it but my body was reacting on its instincts when I spread my legs to give his fingers access to my nether region.  

His thick finger easily slipped into my already wet pussy and started moving back and forth smoothly. His lips munched on mine while his finger flicked my turgid nipple under the apron.  Ramesh broke the kiss , brought his hand behind me to untie the blouse. I tilted my head a bit to allow him to pull the blouse off my neck. I was now again naked in front of every one; not that the blouse did a great job at covering me but it did give a notion of being a covered.  



Ramesh was sitting to my right and Kishore quickly sat to my left and watched with childlike fascination as his friend cupped my right breast in his hand. My already erect nipple popped out even more as the grip around it tightened.  I looked at Kishore and he looked at me. I had a particular hatred towards him .. He was the one who groped my daughter Payal and forced himself upon her. He was rough, violent and abusive .. But now that I wasn’t resisting, he quickly finished his drink and joined his friend Ramesh in fondling my tits.  I was in the ‘man cave’, my husbands’ favorite place in his house. I was sitting buck naked with my legs spread on the black leather couch where my husband sat playing video games or watching sports. I was indulging in adultery in this room with two boys when I had never even had sex with any one beyond my husband in this room.

How shameful and disgraceful could I get?  My eyes were moistening up from those thoughts but I was quickly distracted my Ramesh’s mouth. It was latched on to my nipple and sucking on it. Kishore, too joined in but instead raised my arm, exposing my underarm. He touched his nose to my bare underarm before inhaling deeply, sniffing my scent.   He then put his tongue out and licked the entire length of my underarm. I had never had my underarm sniffed or licked and it felt ticklish and strange but equally arousing if not more. It was then that I realized that my underarm too could be my weak spot. It was altogether a novel, embarrassing yet exciting feeling to have my nipple sucked on one side and my underarm licked on the other.  My heaving breathing turned into sighs and then into moans, my hand unknowingly wrapped around Ramesh’s head as he sucked on my heaving breast while Kishore occupied himself with licking or rather relishing my underarm, dragging his raspy tongue up and down my shaved underarm.

Maybe this was his first time with a smooth shaven underarm. I closed my eyes and let them have their way with me. I sighed and cooed, shivered and trembled as I felt their tongues one me.  Ramesh subjected my breast to a plethora of moves. He flicked my taut nipple with his tongue, licked my areola and the flesh around and tightly sucked it, pulling my nipple with his lips. Like a predator, devouring his prey after a hunt, Ramesh too devoured my flesh. He was completely focused on my tits, sucking them with such vigour, not stopping to look at me or even catch his breath but just occasionally groaning.  Both of them knew I was game and wasn’t going anywhere now. Now they could take their time with me, do anything they pleased to me and make me do anything that pleased them. In the morning, they ruthlessly fucked me into submission. It was more of a punishment than sex and it was their way of fucking the resistance out of me.

Now that they had me hooked, they took their time with every inch of my body.   Wild dogs chase their prey, corner it, bite and paw at it till. The prey, exhausted then finally gives up, not able to resist anymore, not having the will to go on like that falls to the ground, watching as the wild dogs slowly devour him bite after bite, resigned to its fate. This analogy worked for me too.   These two wild dogs chased me, cornered me and broke down my resistance by first by violent slaps and punches; then cornered me by showing off their giant man hoods ..And now I too had resigned to my fate, watching as these two predators bite into my flesh. 

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Amala

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Payal

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Kamala

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Amala

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Payal

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Jaya

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Amala

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After satiating himself with my underarm, Kishore too dug his teeth into my breast. My breasts had never been subjected to this before. Two men sucking my breasts in tandem was not just novel sensation but also extremely arousing. I cradled them as they fed on my breasts, making loud slurping and sucking sounds which accompanied by my sighs and moans created a melody of debauchery.  The temperature in the closed, dimly lit room was rising rapidly. The windows were closed, the dbangs drawn, the fan was off and copious amounts of alcohol had been ingested. All family members are watching us.. My body was getting hotter with each passing second and with each bite into my breast and I could feel their equally hot bodies from their warm breaths and mouths.  

All the lights in the house were switched off and only the dim light near the bar counter was on. The house was eerily quiet except for the loud sounds of smacking lips, slurping tongues and creaking sound of naked skin rubbing against the leather as my body shuffled and writhe.   I sighed, moaned and occasionally a loud gasp escaped my mouth as I felt their teeth brush against my soft and very sensitive skin as they expertly lapped on my breasts.  Ramesh’s hands gently caressed and moved over my belly.   I wasn’t fat by any standard but I was borderline chubby. My hubby loved it, especially holding my soft, fleshy waist and at times also rested his head on my lower belly, calling it his favorite spot. Ramesh’s hand was now caressing his favorite spot.  

My hubby is right in front of me, perhaps watching us peacefully, enjoying the fact that his wife, at this late hour of the night is allowing two young boys  to indulge in the pleasures of her naked form. One of them being her own son makes the scene even more exciting .. It was unknown to him that his daughter Payal was allowing these two crooked boys to touch her pristine body in ways that only he was allowed to touch. But now they are on my wife.. Not just were they touching but also caressing, rubbing, squeezing.   Their eyes had seen what only he had the right to see, their lips and their tongue had touched something that only he had before.  The very breasts that he so loved and sucked on while making love to his wife ; the same breasts  were now being fed to these two men who had conquered her body, leaving behind visible signs of the conquest and plunder.

They had attacked her, invaded her sanctity, defiled her purity, mounted her and had finally broken her body and spirit.   Though she had been forced to sin before but now she was doing it with her own free will. In the morning, she had been invaded repeatedly but now the gates were being opened from the inside allowing the conquerors a walk over. The siege of her mind and body was over, the resistance had faded away and the invaders were now marching onto her freely and she was surrendering to them.  In the radiance of the dim light, I could see a sheath of thick saliva covering my breasts. Their salivating mouths continued sucking and biting my breasts. I knew they would leave my breasts scarred with love bites. Ramesh’s hand had slowly moved down to my pussy and the smoothness with which his thick finger sunk into my pussy, it was obvious how profusely wet and lubricated I was unlike in the morning.  Ramesh finally broke away from my breast. Even though he was wearing my husband’s silk robe, I could see a part of his shimmering hairy chest glimmer in the light. By now it was very hot inside the closed, damp room that we were all sweating.

I could feel beads of sweat rolling down my back onto the leather. I had felt their wet hair as they had sucked on my breasts and I was sure that under those silk robe, they were sweating.  While Kishore was still munching on my breast, Ramesh quietly poured a stiff drink in two glasses. Hearing that, Kishore too stopped sucking my breast and took the glass of whiskey. They quietly clinked their glasses and started drinking. Kishore gulped down the drink in one sip while Ramesh took his time, slowly taking one sip at a time, watching me in a dazed yet aroused state. I was naked on the couch, my legs spread apart, my body covered in their saliva and my own sweat. It sure must have been a sight to behold.  “Peeyegi mom?” Ramesh asked.  

I was so thirsty at that moment that I couldn’t refuse the drink. I quietly nodded.  Ramesh poured another drink into his glass and added some water to it. It wasn’t because he was being mindful of my tolerance of neat alcohol but because he didn’t want me to puke and ruin the mood. The moment he handed me the drink I gulped it down like water, unaffected by the sharp taste and smell of the liquor.  Ramesh again poured a drink in the empty glass I had handed over to him and stood up. Still gazing at me, he quietly untied the knot holding his robe together. Once the knot was undone, he gently parted the robe, revealing his thick, long and unbelievably erect cock. Her son’s dick was never this big and this strong.

It pointed straight at me and I could see the thick, uncovered bulbous head its piss slit. It twitched and pulsed as he slowly moved towards me. With the light shining on it at just the perfect angle, his cock looked even more impressive than it was.  Ramesh placed his left foot on the couch, keeping his right foot firmly on the floor. He gently pulled my head from behind towards his crotch. I closed my eyes and just a moment later I felt his phallus brush against my lips. I inhaled his musky pungent aroma which was far more tolerable compared to the morning before his shower.  I looked up at him nervously. He was standing with one hand on his waist, the other holding the drink looking down triumphantly.

Without an iota of resistance, I opened my mouth a little and I felt his cock slid between my lips and touch my tongue. I felt it sliding down my tongue and then slowly slide back. As the tip reached my puckered mouth, it slid back in. I pursed my lips around his thick head, sucking on it, licking the underside. I pushed my mouth, taking an inch more of his cock and then swirled my tongue around the thick cock head and the shaft before taking in an inch further.  I looked up at him drinking whiskey. He didn’t move an inch but allowed me to gently bob my head back and forth on his tool. There was no way I could take him all in and neither did he bother shoving it all in. He simply drank the whiskey and watched me suck his cock.  

The only cock that had ever been in my mouth before was my husband. In fact, it took my husband a few months after our marriage to convince me to go down on him. I did it because it pleased him and not because I was a fan of fellatio. Over the years it had become tolerable enough for me but I had never allowed my husband to cum inside my mouth. Along with anal sex, this was a strict no-go for my husband.  The only other cock or cocks to fuck my mouth are  Kishore and Ramesh now. But now I could not just feel its contours in my mouth but also smell and taste it.  

From the corner of my eye, I saw Kishore slide down to the floor and then shuffle between my legs. I instinctively spread my legs and let him do what he wanted to while I focused on sucking the cock in my mouth.   Ramesh was now gently rocking back and forth, leisurely fucking my mouth. I pulled back. I placed a full lipped, wet kiss on the tip of his cock before lowering my head down to his balls. His massive balls sack hung low and heavy below his thick, long shaft. Out of curiosity, I sniffed them, inhaling the same musky aroma before licking them. I licked them nicely, coating them with a thick layer of my own saliva before popping them in my mouth.  I heard Ramesh groan as his balls rolled inside my mouth. I felt the base of his shaft rub against my nose as I sucked his balls. I pulled back and the balls popped out of my mouth audibly and then kissed his cock along its length before popping the thick head back in my mouth.

I was really surprised at myself. I had never enjoyed fellatio and would have never done it like this with my husband but strangely I was enjoying sucking my son’s cock and even tempted to suck on Kishore’s. Previously, I looked at oral sex as a chore but now I longed to suck it even more.  Even while I was busy sucking Ramesh, his buddy Kishore had gotten occupied with my pussy. He ran his hands gently over my thighs before caressing my pussy, feeling its wetness and slickness. I glanced upon him tasting my juices on the tip of his finger.  “Kya mast choosti hai.” Ramesh said as he firmly placed his hand on the top of my head and started fucking my mouth.  

“Sahi kaha bhai. Aur ab to chut bhi chatne de rahi hai.” Kishore quipped, watching my pussy intently.  “Haan…Tujhe chut chatna bohot pasand hai na. Kabhi chakhi hai itni chikni choot?”  “Nahi Bhai. Yeh badi ghar ki aurate to apne patio ke lulliyo se chudwane mein khush hoti hai. Hum to kachra hai in logo ke liye” Kishore replied as two of his thick fingers entered my pussy making me moan which was muffled by Ramesh’s dick.  “Sahi kaha…inhe nahi pata ki asli maza to hum jaise asli mardo se chudwane mein hai. Aur jab pata chal jata hai to inhe nasha ho jata hai hamare laudo ka.” Ramesh said.  I was hearing all this. Was this how the poor, younger boys think of married  women I wondered.  “Main to pakka bolta hoon…iska pati din mein teen bar chodke raat ko ek aur baar nahi kar payega ” Kishore.  “Haan. Iska pati to ek shot mein hi khatam ho jata hoga.” Ramesh said.  “Usi ko poochte hai….kya tera pati aise chod payega?” Ramesh asked me. 



I looked up, embarrassingly nodded a no and continued sucking his cock.  “Agar kal hi maan jati to acche se chudwa leti..aish karti hamare laudo se” Ramesh said as he grabbed my hair, pulled out and slapped his cock on my lips and cheek as if reprimanding me for defying him earlier. His thick wet, sticky mass of meat slaps on my soft cheeks audibly.   I closed my eyes and tilted my face up just enough, allowing his to slap and rub his cock on my face. I felt his hard, chunky bones lightly slap my cheek and rub against my face, lips and nose splattering them with his manly juices. I felt a depraved sense of satisfaction.   This was far better than his actual slaps, I thought to myself. In another act of disbelief, I looked up at him and opened my mouth before putting my tongue out flat.   “Splat splat splat…” his cock slapped my tongue, droplets of his precum splattered into my eager mouth.

He gently rocked back and forth rubbing the underside of his erection against my raspy tongue. I pressed my tongue against his cock even as he rubbed it, making it ooze a thick drop of precum onto my tongue.   I narrowed by tongue before darting it on his piss slit, making his cock twitch wildly. My probing tongue worked on his piss slit and a little below his cockhead. I took just the tip of his cock between my tightly pursed lips and let my tongue do the magic. I had Ramesh twitching and shuddering in seconds. I flattened my tongue, allowing him to slap and rub his cock on it and he pleased.   Where was all these moves coming from? I thought. I wasn’t least bit enthusiastic about a blowjob and had never tried this trick on my husband and neither had I seen this in a porn movie? Was this the manifestation of the slut deep inside me?  Even as our little play continued,  we kept eye contact.



My upward tilted face allowed me to look straight into his eyes while he looked down with a sense of satisfaction and wonder.  “Maa.. Mere Lund choosne mein maza aa raha hai?” Ramesh asked, still rubbing his cock on my tongue.  “Haa beta” I nodded and managed to utter with an open mouth and a rolled out tongue.  “Agar pehle hi yeh maan jati to mooh tudwane ki bajai chut chudwa rahi hoti.” Kishore added with a chuckle. He was now grinding his thumb against my clit even as his fingers moved in and out of my cunt.  “Kyu itna natak kiya? Kyu itna bawandar machaya?” Ramesh asked me even as my mouth was busy sucking on his balls.  “I am sorry.” Was all I could reply and I quietly got back to sucking his cock. But it did make me think? What if I had let them have their way with me. It would have definitely saved me a lot of physical hurt.   I wondered if I should have submitted.  “Haan sorry to tu hai. Lekin tere sorry kuch kaam ke nahi. Ab tu sabki bharpai karegi. Hum jitna chahe, jaisa chahe chodenge tujhe aur tu chup chaap chudwayei?” Ramesh growled showing me a glimpse of his true self.

Scared, I simply nodded in affirmative and continued pleasing his phallus with my mouth.  I groaned loudly when I felt Kishore’s mouth of my pussy. I stopped sucking Ramesh and threw my head back against the couch as Kishore mounted a precision oral attack on my clit. My body twisted and writhe as he masterfully licked my clit even as his fingers kept fucking my pussy. It was evident that pussy licking was not just his fetish but also his skill.  “Chut chatna bhoola nahi hai tu Teji.” Ramesh chuckled as he watched me moan and groan from the expert cunnilingus.  “Aaaahhh…ohh shit…aaaahhh” I moaned as my thighs pressed his face tightly. It only made him chuckle.  “Badhiya chatata hai na. Maza aa raha hai?” Ramesh asked me.  “Aaah..Haan.. haan..” I managed to reply amidst the pleasure storm.  


Kishore skillfully mixed his moves. He first licked my clit while fingering me, then ran his tongue up and down my entire pussy before sucking on my labia. He then pulled out his fingers and darted his tongue inside my pussy even while his finger expertly flicked my clit.   It was something I had never experienced before even though my husband licked my pussy it was not even close to being this good. My surprise and pleasure was quite clear from my loud moans.  Ramesh then mounted the couch and pushed back my head against the couch. I looked up and opened my mouth as he crouched in front of me. My moans which were coming out of my open mouth muffled the moment Ramesh stuffed his cock inside it. I tightly pursed my lips around his shaft which was almost half way inside my mouth. He then started pushing his hips towards me, fucking my mouth.  In the throes of ecstasy, I had not realized that I was now taking more than half of Ramesh’s unusually long cock and I did it with no problem.

Ramesh pushed down his cock deeper into my mouth and Kishore licked my pussy so well that even my muffled moans grew louder.   My unoccupied hands soon snaked behind   Ramesh and grabbed his taut butt pulling him deeper into my mouth. In just a couple of minutes I was taking almost the entire length of his cock. I could feel it hit the back of my throat and could feel a slight gag building up.  Ramesh too started groaning feeling the tightness of my throat and also in approval of my deep throating him.



And then in one smooth yet forceful shove, Ramesh pushed his cock all the way in. I gagged as I felt his thick pubes brush against my nose but he held on. I coughed and gagged but endured. My mind oblivious to the oral stimulation I was getting below.   A few seconds on, Ramesh relented; he pulled out his cock and I inhaled loudly, coughing and gasping. My eyes teared up and turned red. My chest heaved violently as my lungs try to take in as much air as possible.  

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