WhiteShadow - The Ultimate Stories

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[LEFT]Wife's glamour photo

I was attending a conference in L. A. and this time my
wife Rekha was accompanying me. Usually she preferred to
stay at home, but this time she wanted to come along, and
enjoy the sun and pool in late spring. It was delightful,
and we enjoyed some great eating as well as some pool
time when the meeting ended each day, which was early
afternoon.

On one occasion, there were two women sitting next to us,
and we became acquainted with them. It developed that
Kim, the slightly older woman, was a photographer, and
Gail was her assistant. They had privileges at the hotel
pool, and would take advantage of this when they finished
work for the day.

I said that Rekha and I had often talked about having a
professional photographer take a number of pictures of
her; pictures that we could enjoy in later years. She was
a beautiful woman, and I wanted to capture her beauty,
but the ones that I had taken never did her justice.
Besides the usual pictures of her in a dress or swim
suit, I wanted some sexy shots of her in some of the
attractive lingerie that she liked to wear, or some nude
pictures, but she was reluctant, perhaps being
embarrassed if some one else saw her photos.

Just then my wife was coming out of the pool to join us,
and Kim remarked that she was quite lovely, and indeed
she was. She was very attractive, with a charming face
and a fine body, slightly larger than the usual model,
but with lovely firm breasts, a curved waist, rounded
hips, and long beautiful tapered legs. I especially liked
her hips and ass, and never tired of caressing them.

I asked Kim what type of photography she did, and Kim
said mostly fashion, almost exclusively women, and she
did models in all manner of attire, including dresses,
sports clothes and lingerie, depending on what the
various editors wanted. At this time Rekha was listening
to our conversation.

After looking at Rekha, I asked Kim if she could do some
professional photos of my wife. Kim hesitated, and then
said she might be able to work her into her schedule, so
I asked how much it would cost. She quoted some rates
that were not in my price range, and I said her rates
would be too expensive. Then Kim appraised my wife again,
and then said she could do it if we signed off on the
pictures, saying it was possible that she might interest
one of the publishers in a picture or two.

I was very enthusiastic, and I asked Rekha if that would
be all right. Rekha was reluctant, but I persisted, and
finally Rekha agreed. Kim said that she could do some
shots the next evening after her regular schedule was
completed. Then she said that she was not going to supply
the clothing for the shooting, and she suggested that we
look over the clothes and lingerie that she had with her,
and shop for additional items. Rekha protested about the
lingerie, but I said that I would love to have some
tasteful shots of her in some lovely underwear. Kim said
she would look good in some lacy and shear lingerie. We
then parted, and agreed to meet in Kim's studio the next
the next evening at seven.

That night we looked over Rekha's clothes and lingerie,
and decided to shop in the morning. We purchased a couple
of dresses, short skirts and blouses and of course some
very attractive lingerie. We bought sheer slips,
camisoles, sheer lacy panties, both regular and open
legged in pink, beige and white. Also, some sheer
stockings and garter belts. She had some misgivings about
the shoot, but I reassured her again.

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We arrived at Kim's studio, and Gail answered the door,
escorting us in, seating us and soon Kim appeared. She
sorted through the clothing that we brought, and nodded
approval, especially at our lingerie choices. Then Kim
introduced us to another female assistant, and also a
male helper. Kim said the two women would pose Rekha, and
the man, Karl, would help with the lighting and some
camera work. Kim had another male helper who did some
camera work and some developing.

Rekha was nervous with all these people, especially the
men, but Kim reassured her that they were needed, and
were very professional. However, Rekha was still
apprehensive, so everything was halted while one of the
men fixed some cocktails, the object of course was to get
Rekha relaxed in preparation for the shoot. Well, after
another cocktail was served and consumed, the women then
took Rekha behind a dressing screen and worked with her
on clothing. The men busied themselves with the camera
and the lighting, the placement of a sofa, and some
props.

Finally, everyone was ready, and they posed Rekha, now in
a short black dress, in various positions, and began the
shooting. They did several shots, the women eventually
raising her dress to expose more and more leg. Next were
some shots with her shorter skirts and low blouses to
expose her upper breasts. When the women wanted to expose
even more leg, so as to show all of her sheer stockings
and straps of her garter belt, Rekha blushed, protesting
some. Well, shooting was halted, and more cocktails were
consumed. Rekha was now definitely more relaxed and
shooting was again resumed.

Now the girls were posing her more suggestively, showing
her lovely stocking clad legs up to her sheer panties.
Then Kim said it was time to do some lingerie shots, so
she was taken behind the screen again, and now it was a
sheer camisole top, sheer lacy half slip with her nylon
panties visible, still with sheer stockings and garter
belt. Rekha was blushing again when she was aware of the
men looking at her. It appeared to be time for another
drink, and soon after Rekha was even more relaxed

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. As she was being posed in her lingerie, she was looking
incredibly sexy, and even though she was my wife, I was
becoming aroused. Kim continued shooting as more and more
of her body was exposed. The girls managed to make her
look incredibly erotic as they posed her with her legs
spread some, her camisole lowered slightly, beginning to
expose her breasts, and soon pictures of her with her
slip pulled above her waist, the sheer panties failing to
hide the brown hair of her cunt.

The women soon had her changed into pink lingerie, half-
slip and panties and camisole. This time her panties had
wide legs, and was very arousing. Just as the women
wanted to put her in further erotic poses, Rekha looked
at me for guidance and I said it was all right to
continue. Then when Gail and her assistant wanted to
expose her body more, my wife rebelled. Kim and I tried
to reassure her so we could continue, but she did not
want to have nude photos. Then it didn't take more than
another drink, before she became compliant, but not
before she said that it would be up to me if she was to
continue, and I said yes, that these were great shots.

Soon her panties were lowered, exposing her cunt to all
of us, her slip then bunched around her waist, more
photos, and then her camisole pulled up to expose her
lovely firm breasts. Kim said these were going to be
great, as she continued clicking her camera, and I saw
that she also had a camcorder going. These poses were
much more erotic then if she was totally naked. I was
even more aroused observing the effect she was having on
the men, and even the girls, and Kim seemed to be
enjoying the spectacle of my now compliant wife, her
resistance almost overcome, and I noticed that Rekha was
now flushed, and appeared to be aroused.

After another change of underwear Kim wanted her posed in
even more erotic positions. When Rekha began to protest
we took a break, and we all had another drink. It was
clear at this point that Rekha was certainly feeling the
effects of her drink, but still would not continue unless
I agreed, which I did, thinking that there was not much
more in the way of erotic poses that we could imagine.

Subsequently I was proved wrong as Kim raised the
shooting to another level. My wife was placed in one
erotic pose after another, her legs spread and her cunt
exposed, which now appeared quite moist, gaping slightly,
the lips puffy and red. It was clear that Rekha was now
aroused also, and the men appeared to be enjoying the
view, as they adjusted lights and camera. Kim noticed my
arousal and smiled, and I think that I was more excited
with the women and men watching my wife, now being
displaying lewdly.

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The women then took Rekha behind the screen, but we could
easily see them as they selected very sheer lacy white
lingerie, beginning with a white garter belt and sheer
white stockings. Next, lacy white panties were added,
very sexy with open legs, followed by a short half-slip
and a sheer lacy camisole. They were very sheer, and did
little to hide her lovely body. After a few routine, and
very sexy poses, she was placed on a large flat sofa on
her hands and knees. Then Gail removed the headband that
Rekha was wearing, allowing her long hair to cascade over
her shoulders. Kim directed some more photos, and then
asked the girls to pose her again.

Working together the girls pressed her head and shoulders
to the sofa, sliding her camisole up so that here lovely
firm breasts hung down unfettered. At Kim's direction
they lifted her slip up so that it fell from her waist,
and then they slid her panties down her thighs till they
were at the tops of her stockings, her garter straps
stretched over her buttocks. She couldn't have been more
erotically exposed, and my cock responded, becoming even
firmer. Then Gail and Carol moved her thighs apart,
keeping her head and shoulders down. Her spread thighs
and her lovely rounded ass invitingly in the air
completed the erotic picture. In this position we saw her
pink and moist cunt beginning to gape more, shiny with
her moistness. Rekha was flushed, embarrassed in this
position. She looked at me and I nodded, reassuring her.

Then events took an unexpected turn. Kim turned to me and
asked if she could introduce a man into the picture. I
asked what she meant, and she said that she wanted one of
the men to stand beside my wife in a robe as if he was
going to seduce her. Kim said he wouldn't do anything
that I did not want him to, only the poses that we would
allow. Kim said that it would add a more sexual
dimension. Rekha looked at me for guidance, and I said
that we should try it, and that we could stop at any
time. I was very interested in what would transpire and
it was clear now that Rekha had handed control of the
session to me, and it was also clear that Rekha was very
much aroused, her body flushed and tremulous, but I think
that she was embarrassed at her arousal.

After it was agreed to try it, Karl came in from a side
room, clad only in a robe. Gail posed him next to my wife
as more pictures were taken, Steve working the cameras
and the lighting. When Gail asked if Karl could remove
his robe, I agreed, and then Carol removed it. He was
well built, but what most impressive was his cock, which
was very large, even in his softened state.

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It did not stay soft long as Gail grasped his cock,
stroking and caressing it. That in combination with the
sensuous sight of my wife, her ass lifted invitingly in
front of him, immediately produced an erection of
significant proportions, his cock now very long and very
thick, with a large bulbous head, quite reddened. The
girls eyes were shining with little disguised excitement.

I was sitting in a chair beside Kim, and she said "quite
impressive." That was definitely an understatement.
Rekha's glimpsed his cock, and her eyes widened in
disbelief. I had always felt that most men were pretty
similar in size but this was an exception.

As soon as this sight was captured on camera, his cock
almost touching her thigh, Kim asked if Rekha could just
touch the tip of his cock to her cunt, saying it would
make a great pose. I thought that would be alright, so
Gail directed his cock till the tip was just touching the
moist red lips of her cunt, Rekha flinching as she felt
him. The girls were still holding her thighs apart, her
knees at the edge of the sofa, her cunt on a level with
his rigid cock. After this was filmed, kim asked if could put just
the tip of his cock inside the lips
of her cunt. I hesitated, but the scene was so erotic
that I finally agreed. Kim moved forward with Gail
holding and directing his cock between the lips of her
cunt, spreading the swollen lips some as half the head of
his cock pressed into her, my wife moaning at the
intrusion. I was incredibly aroused by this scene, but
felt that I couldn't let this go on much longer.

However, Kim asked if he could just put the head of his
cock into her, and I looked at my wife's flushed face,
and in a small voice she said "It's up to you." Kim urged
us on, saying it would be a memorable picture, so I
agreed, thinking after that we would be finished. Then
Karl moistened the end of his cock with her juices, and
then started slowly pushing into my wife, the lips of her
cunt stretching, now spreading more, my wife beginning to
feel the pressure of his entry, and groaning. Karl was
now gripping her hips to hold her steady as he now pushed
more firmly, and with a hoarse cry from my wife the head
of his cock stretched her cunt fully as he entered her,
her body jerking at the invasion. The scene was
mesmerizing, and I was wildly excited, and clearly the
girls were also aroused, seeing this stud with the head
of his cock inside her cunt. I could not believe that I
could be so aroused by watching this happen to my wife.

As new pictures were taken, I said, "Maybe we should call
a halt to the session." I was concerned about allowing
any further invasion of my wife's cunt. Kim said "well,
we could stop here, but I think we could still get some
great shots if we let Karl push in a little further. You
will have some great pictures to view in the future. I
looked at my wife, flushed, tremulous, moaning some with
the head of his cock inside her cunt. Against my better
judgment, I said we could do a little more, so Kim told
Karl to push in a little further. Moving back and forth a
little, this stud gradually buried more and more of his
cock into her, my wife groaning as she felt herself being
stretched even more by his shaft. Holding her hips, he
stopped with half of his cock in her while the photo
session continued.

At this point Kim said, "Why don't we just let him push
his cock all the way in since we have gone this far. " It
was clear that my trembling, aroused wife was
defenseless, and I was loosing control also, so I said,
"yes, go ahead." Then the girls pushed her panties down
to her knees, as Karl, gripping her hips firmly, pushed
fully into my helpless wife. She cried out as she was
fully stretched and impaled on his cock, crying out again
as he gave little short jabs deep in her cunt.

Looking at this erotic scene, I couldn't believe that
things had gone this far, that step by step our
resistance had melted to the point where my wife, on her
hands and knees, now had a strangers cock fully into her
cunt.

Now, without asking my permission, Kim told Karl to move
his cock back and forth in her cunt a few times to get
his cock shiny with her juices. Karl obliged, to my
wife's moaning, and more pictures were taken. Then Kim
said, "Start thrusting into her faster. " Karl needed no
further instruction, and he began fucking my wife with
steady long strokes, soon fucking her faster and more
powerfully as he continued holding her ass in the air.

Her body was jerking to each thrust and her breasts were
swaying erotically. She was groaning and crying out
continually now at the pounding she was receiving by this
stud. I couldn't believe that this photo shoot had
progressed to the point where he was now actively fucking
my wife

I was speechless, caught up in this scene, and as
helpless as my wife was, as she was responding now, her
cries louder now as Karl continued thrusting into her,
till finally she was overwhelmed by an orgasm that shook
her body again and again. He held her with his cock fully
in her till her climax subsided. Then he slowly began
thrusting into her again, in spite of her protests, as he
continued fucking her, relishing her helplessness and
surrender. The others were thrilled at what transpired as
Karl continued punishing her with his cock, till finally
she cried out as she was in the throes of another orgasm.
At this time Karl groaned, as he fully impaled her again,
and began spurting into my wife. He finally withdrew,
leaving her cunt gaping and reddened with their juices
seeping from her cunt.

He then released my wife and she collapsed on the couch.
She began sobbing softly, tears on her cheeks, hardly
believing that she had yielded to this stud and been
taken by him and responding as she had done, especially
in front of this audience which clearly enjoyed her
seduction. I was angry with myself for being part of this
scene, but I was too aroused to intervene. I could not
believe how excited I was watching this stud thoroughly
fucking my wife, watching his cock pistoning in and out
of her defenseless cunt, stretched widely by his
penetration.

I thought everything was over, but it wasn't, as the
girls now rolled my wife on to her back and then pulled
her panties and camisole off, leaving her naked except
for her garter belt and stockings. She started to
struggle and I said, "No more." As I started towards my
wife Karl blocked me, and it was clear now that they were
preparing my wife to get fucked again, this time by
Steve, the other man. He stripped and approached my wife,
who was now crying as he came near, his cock erect. With
one of the girls on each side her legs were pulled open
and her shoulders were held down, as Steve got between
her outstretched thighs, directing his cock at her moist
open cunt. He then penetrated her, easily sliding deep
into her, then steadily thrusting into her for a very
long time. The girls did not need to hold her legs open
now. She stopped sobbing, and she was now responding to
him, her hips moving some, and then folding her legs over
his thighs, spreading herself even wider for him, till
finally she gave a shrill cry as her orgasm was full upon
her. Then Steve groaned as he gripped her ass tightly,
erupting into her, spurting again and again.

My wife just lay there on her back after this stud was
through with her, her legs spread wide, juices again
draining from her stretched cunt. I realized that all
that had happened had been captured on film, to be used
how? Finally I got my wife dressed, and we
prepared to leave

. We clearly had been set up, and I was angry now at how
we had been used, taken step by step to the point where
my wife was thoroughly fucked, and my unexpected arousal
watching these studs working on my wife. I knew that I
wouldn't soon forget the sight of those cocks penetrating
her and thrusting into her, my wife helpless,
surrendering to these studs, her legs and thighs lifted
into the air as she climaxed. The sight of her lying
spread-eagled when they had finished with her, and
observing her wet widely stretched cunt was a sight I
would long remember.

They were all smiling as we left, knowing we could never
take any legal action. We were totally humiliated. She looked at me
and said, "You were excited weren't
you? Watching your own wife being fucked liked that. You
could have stopped them. You just let them do it to me. "

I said, "It was so erotic the way they seduced you, that
I was so caught up in it I couldn't stop them. Besides,
it was clear that you really enjoyed the way they fucked
you."

She said, "I couldn't stop them, it
got to the point where I was helpless. And besides, maybe
now I will let some more studs fuck me since you enjoyed
it so much. It seemed that you like being a cuckold."[/LEFT]

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Aditi And Dhondu


Hi, I am Aditi, this is one of my weird and terrible experience,
yet an experience which I cannot forget thro' out my lifetime. I was
told that I have a very attractive figure (36-28-38) and my height is
5'6".
I was 23 when I got married to Sandeep a good-looking distant
relative from my mother's side. During first one year it was a
good going, we had an average sex relation, but then probably for
Sandeep it became a routine and I always wanted a real wild sex.

After one and a half years of our marriage, Sandeep got a
transfer to out skirts of the city and obviously I had to shift
with him there. We were provided with a good independent house
with good facilities. Sandeep used to leave the house at around 9
in the morning and come back around 8-9 in the evening. I had all
the facilities in the house but then after a few days it was
getting boring.

We had a housemaid named Neera around 38 years of age, she was a
very nice lady and used to take care of me thro' out the day. She
lived in a small house about ½ an hours walking distance with her
husband Dhondu and 4 children. After few days she came close to me
and started sharing her good bad (mainly bad) things with me.

Dhondu was a mali (gardener) and used to work on few garden and
farms around. He used to come home drunk abuse Neera and her
children and sometimes beat them also. I started advising Neera
that she should revolt against him and not allow any of his
nonsense, which she followed. But this proved otherwise for me
and went thro' this weird and terrible experience.

It was around mid July and rains were at the peak. Sandeep that
morning had gone for a visit for 2-3 days but could not take me
with him, and I decided to leave the same afternoon at
my in laws. At around 11 Sandeep called me and told that it was
raining very heavy and advised that I should not leave that
afternoon, but next morning, I had no choice. Neera had left
after completing her daily chores and now no body was at home.

I came to my bedroom and started looking in the mirror, since I
was supposed to leave to my in laws place, I had dressed up in a pink
transparent sari and sleeve less blouse, left my hair loose and
sprayed my favorite exotic perfume. I admired myself, I was
looking charming and sexy in my smooth silky skin, my heavy
boobs and buttocks. I thought of Sandeep and missed him badly
and got horny and started moving hands on my boobs and open space
between my blouse and sari, tickling my navel. I was lost in my
erotic thoughts as the heavy rains outside was adding fuel to
fire, my nipples started get hard and got a tingling sensation
in my crotch. Suddenly I heard a loud knock at the door and came
to senses.

I opened the main door and saw a man standing there, he said
"main Dhondu hoon", and I immediately came to know that he was
Neera's husband. He was a dark, tall and strong man in his 40's,
slightly bald, and unshaved poky face, he was taller than me.
Dhondu was wearing a dhoti, and stained half shirt. He was
staring at me thro' his red wide eyes, I knew he was drunk as
he was stinking of country liquor. I got terrified and started
closing the door by force, but he put his leg in between and
pushed the door.
He said, "apne aapko bahot shani samajhthi hain, meri biwi ko
bhadkati
hain, wo mere ko paas nahin ane deti" saying this he pushed me
inside by holding my bare arms. While doing this he was also
pushing against my chest and boobs and entered inside. I started
shouting at him and crying for help, but there was no body around
and no one could have heard in the sound of lashing rains and
thunders.

Chup Sali bhosdi ki maderchoddddddd. Dhondu pushed me against the
wall and said "aaj main tumko nahin chodunga, main sirf tumhari choot
phaad doonga", while saying this he was moving his hands on my
neck and cheeks. There were tears in my eyes and I started
pleading with him, and asking him to forgive me, and that I will
not say anything to his wife, but all was in vain. He put his
hands around my waist and pulled me on him and kept his rough
lips on my lips. Oh, he was stinking so badly, I could not stand
it. But he kept pressing his lips and started licking my lips,
cheeks and neck. In the hush my pallu fell down and my boobs were
open to him, he gave a wicked smile his eyes became more red and
I could see the "hunters expression" on his face. With full force
I pushed him on the ground and ran towards my bedroom. But he got
up immediately and caught my pallu, which was lying on the floor
as I was running, within one stroke he pulled my sari and I was
on my petticoat and blouse. I was sweating and my heart was
beating heavily.

Somehow I entered the bedroom but could not close the door, he
came in and caught me from behind. He started mercilessly
pressing my boobs and biting and licking my open back, he was
holding me tight from behind and rubbing his hard on between
the gap of my buttocks. I was getting frustrated, shouting and
crying, beating and scratching him, but nothing could help. He
now started removing my blouse hooks and I pierced my nails on
his hand but he was thick skinned and kept on pulling and
breaking the hook. Finally he could remove all the hooks tore
and pulled my skimpy blouse and threw it away. I started
throwing things from my dressing table on him one bottle hit
him hard on his forehead and he started bleeding. He got wilder
on me and gave a hard slap on my face and holding my hand
started twisting from behind and abused, aaj teri chut ka bhosda nahi
banya to mera lavda kat ke fek dena. I was in great pain and cried
and begged, but there was no mercy
now. He put his had on my petticoat and started releasing the
nada while holding my waist by one hand tightly. After struggling
for a while he could release the knot and my petticoat was on the
floor.

I was in bra and panty exposing valley of my boobs, soft fleshy
thighs and buttocks, beautiful, sexy and voluptuous female, a
desire for many a men, but now in arms of an ugly drunken rogue.
He could see this site from behind me in the mirror and went
really wild and mad and before I could settle removed his shirt
and was only in his dhoti. His dark muscular body was shimmering
and smelled of that typical sweaty smell of a peasant, I could
see his cock stand clearly now. He pushed me on the bed said, "ab
jada natak karegi to, khatam kar doonga Bahenchod" and I knew there
was no escape. I started shivering and sweating and he came on me and
started kissing and nibbling my lips. Now his hands
were moving all over my body; and he moved below caressing and
licking my bare body his unshaven beard was pricking my body
giving a feeling of disgust.

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I could feel his hard on between my bare thighs, he asked me to
remove my bra, but I refused. He bit me on the shoulder and
said, "agar nahi nikalegi to kaat ke khoon nikaloonga nakhre karti ho
kabhi chudwaya nahi kaya" I knew he was like a fierce animal and
would tear me apart. I lifted myself and released the bra hook.
He pulled my bra and madly started staring at my open boobs and
the brownish nipples. His rough and hard hands started
pressing and kneading my boobs and nipples, with one hand he was
sucking and nibbling my nipples and other hands pressing and
squeezing other boob. He now started removing my panty and slid
it down my silky legs. Dhondu's eyes were glimmering with lust
and fire, here was a young beautiful sexy malkin of his wife
lying totally naked in front of him.

He asked me " kyo ab kaisa lag raha hain rani " I did not reply
and moved my face away. With force he parted my legs and started
at my shaven cunt, and said, "wah, ye amir aur khoobsurat logon ka
saman bhi khoob surat hota
hai, bilkul malai ke jaisa, chatne ko jee chahta hain" and he
started licking and biting my thighs and slowly reached towards
my cunt. I tried to close my parted legs but his grip was so
farm that I could not move a little bit. He put his hand on my
cunt and started pressing the labia and inserted his finger
inside and making to & fro motions. Suddenly and unknowingly I
started moaning "ooohhhhh" he gave his wicked smile and said, "kyo
Aditi memsaab, ab aa rahan hai na maja" and he came down
between my thighs and started licking my cuntlips and inserted
his tongue inside my warm cunt.

He was now like a wild dog licking and nibbling my cunt and some
how slowly I started getting pleasure out of his roughness. I
lost my control started moaning and said, "aur chato Dhondu, kat lo
aaaaaahhhh main pagal ho rahin hoon".

I could realize that my cunt had become wet with his saliva and
my juices, I had forgotten every thing pulling him on me. He
ripped open his dhoti and underwear in a flash of second and was
between my parted legs. I was stunned looking at his shaft it
was very long, thick and black, throbbing and raring to enter
inside my tight cunt. (I started comparing his shaft with
Sandeeps thinner and shorter penis and felt ashamed). Suddenly
coming to senses I started pushing him away and said, "nahin dhondu
ab bas, iske aage nahi, main ye nahin karne dongi" He slapped hardly
on my thighs and said, "kutya ab kisi ka baap bhi aap ko bacha nahi
skata" and kept
me clamped under him. He again started licking my cunt and
mercilessly kneading and squeezing my arse and thighs with his
rough hands and I started coming under his spell again. Now he
had taken control of me totally and brought me to this extent
laughed and said, "haan Aditiji ab tayyar ho jao chut ka bhosda
banana ke liye"
and rubbed and squeezed my cunt.

Dhondu hold his thick long shaft and started rubbing his dark
purple head on my wet wet soggy soggy cunt, I moaned again and
felt now nobody (even me) can stop Dhondu from fucking me. I
started losing my senses, forgetting that I am a beautiful
married woman from a high class society, getting raped by an
obnoxious filthy man, my maids husband. (But some body has said
"when you can't avoid the rape, lie down and enjoy it", how
true it was now) I pulled him over me and said, "bas Dhondu ab ghusao
apna lund meri choot ke andar aaaahhhhhh saha nahi jata ab. Muze
kutya ki tarah chodo". Getting the signal
Dhondu with one strong jerk pushed his shaft in my cunt and I
cried with pain. He got over me shut my mouth with his lips and
started biting my lips and forcefully pressing my boobs and
nipples and slowly moving his shaft inside my cunt. In a short
while, the pain subsided and I started pushing my hips from
below.

Now he started ramming his cock with full force and vigour, I
cried "aaaahhhhhh Dhondu jor se aur jor se phaad do meri choot"
I felt what language I am using but then I was under Dhondu,
his whore for time being. He was really a strong man, he was
pumping me for more than 10 minutes, I had one orgasm but he was
still going strong. We both were now fiercely pumping from both
directions, biting and licking each other, he was pressing my
arse and thighs and ohhhhhhhhh, it was heaven. The speed and
force was at the ultimate and I knew I was cumming. Suddenly
Dhondu gave a loud moan and exploded in my cunt, I could feel
the hot lava like liquid going between my thighs, and in my
cunt and I came at that instant. He was still pumping for a
while still his shaft became limp and he crashed over me
pressing my entire body.

He lay there on me for a long time and we were cuddling and
kissing each other. After wards we had a bath and had 1 more
rounds till we were deeply satisfied. Dhondu then was a regular
visitor to our house till we shifted from that place. Off course
we took care in those sessions (condoms and all).

Aditi ended her weird and terrible experience, yet an
experience, which she could not forget. She was holding my hand
and suddenly put it between her thighs and I knew she was horny
and wanted me. I pulled her near me

As we finished that long and wild orgy which lasted for about an
hour, we were so tired that we slept in each other's arms naked
for a very long time 4 hours or so. When I woke up I (at around
5 in the evening) saw that Dhondu was sleeping next to me, his
hands were on my tummy and hairy legs on my thighs. I felt
uneasy and sticky between my thighs touched and saw on my hand
it was red, Dhondu had tore my clit as said, which Sandeep
couldn't. Somehow I felt guilty and ashamed that I had initially
resisted but then succumbed to this rogue and also enjoyed that
assault of his.

I slowly got up and headed to the bathroom. I was under the
showers for maybe an hour trying the wash out the stains and
muck Dhondu had spewed on me.

As I came out of the bathroom in my bath gown, I saw Dhondu was
not there but his clothes were lying on the floor. I wondered
where is he and heard some sound from outside, when I went there
I saw him in the common bathroom thro' the gap as he had kept the
door open. He was merrily applying soap all over his body,
smilingly singing some local song in his hoarse voice. I was
amazed; this rogue after having raped some married women was not
bothered but was carelessly enjoying every moment of his bath.
He was now applying soap on his thick long shaft, and it was
erect again. I remembered about his huge shaft ramming my tight
cunt and started getting horny again.

I quickly moved away kept his clothes out and started getting
dressed up. I spayed perfume all over my body, wore set of black
laced bra and panty, put on my favorite pink night gown (sleeve
less but with a jacket) and started drying and combing my hair.
It was still raining outside and my mood started swinging again
like in the morning.

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contd..

Suddenly I heard the door knock, and asked from inside "kya hai?"
Dhondu was asking me "humko jana hai ke rehna hai" I asked him to
go away, but immediately realized that I was alone in this house
and in this rainy and windy night would have died with fear and
scare of any untoward happening. I went out and saw Dhondu was
standing near the door; he was wearing Sandeep's lungi and kurta
which Sandeep had left in the living room. I was amused at his
audacity and said, "yeh kya pehena hai tumne, ise jaldi utaro" he
giggled and said

"ab inko utarunga to phirse nanga ho jaoonga". In that tense
situation also I laughed and responded to his silly joke. He
became bold again came near me and caught my hand and said, "Aditi
rani ghar me daru hai kya" I got angry and said "kyon phirse wahin
karna hai aur mujhe chodna hai" he said "nahin, ab
jo hoga pyar se hoga varna nahin karoonga". I smiled at his
reply and agreed to give a bottle of whisky (we used to keep
good drink stuff in our house).

He sat on the sofa and started drinking; I was sitting opposite
him and watching, he was drinking so fast that the bottle was
almost half finished within no time. It was pouring outside and
winds were blowing heavily making the atmosphere moist and
chilly. Dhondu was high now and asked me, "Aditi rani, tu bhi pee
lena ek do peg, thandi nikal jaegi" I was feeling like having drinks
but avoiding, but after lot of
persuasion from Dhondu agreed to have only one. He filled my
glass and we started drinking, after about ½ an hour I realized
that I had finished first peg and he had filled my glass again
since I was feeling warm now I gulped the 2nd peg within 5 mins,
and asked him to fill my 3rd. I saw in the clock it was almost 8
and had turned totally dark. I realized I was also high now and
looked at Dhondu, he was staring at me with lust in his eyes. He
got up from his seat and came and sat near me, kept hand around
my shoulder and slowly started removing my jacket, as he removed
my jacket my bare arms and chest were exposed, since the gown
inside was low cut and sleeveless.

He started caressing my bare arms and pressing my boobs, somehow
knowingly I could not resist his moves, I knew any way if once it
had happened there was no way to avoid him any further. I had
finished my 3rd peg and really got a kick, but then had not lost
my senses. I slid towards Dhondu and put my hand on his lavda
and could feel his hard on, he got up removed his kurta and
lungi, made me stand and started unbuttoning my nightgown.
Within no time I was in my bra and panty exposing my voluptuous
and sexy body to this filthy devil standing naked with his only
asset his long thick and erect throbbing rod.

Mesmerized and high with drinks, I unknowingly knelt down and
started kissing his lund and slowly slid it inside my mouth
forgetting the level gap once again. He groaned loudly and caught
my head with my hair and thrust his cock further inside till it
touched my throat. I slowly started moving my mouth to and fro,
a loud moan escaped his mouth, "chus mera lavda bada maza aa raha hai
banchod maza aa gaya" and he put the big finger of his right foot in
my cunt and started
moving it inside and with his knee pressing my boobs while
tickling my left ear and neck with his hand, the rascal was not
leaving any part of my body untouched and I was enjoying every
dirty move of his. As he was pumping his big finger in my cunt
juices were oozing out and I was getting hotter.

I increased my speed of sucking and slurping his rod I soon
realized that I was getting my first orgasm and moaned loudly.
He was also moaning and saying, "aaahhhhhhh kya maza aa raha hain,
our zor lagao Aditi, meri
jaan, meri maal, meri rani nikalo mera pani" (and many more
abuses which I had never heard in my life but was tolerating as
in fact I was his whore now) while saying this he was fucking my
mouth and pumping his rod to my throat, till he let a long grunt
and exploded in my mouth and spew all his cum in my mouth and
throat, I wanted to move and throw his shaft out but he was
holding my hair so tight that against my wishes I had to swallow
his cum till the last drop and till his huge shaft became limp in
my mouth.

As he left me I ran to my bathroom and vomited out every thing
brushed my mouth and came out and saw he was spread naked on the
sofa and enjoying his drinks, I thought what a shameless character
no feelings, no care, but then if he had feelings he would not
have beaten his wife and not have beaten, abused and raped me
mercilessly. I had got very angry on him but then was feeling
helpless and knew that his assaults are not over, there was a
whole night in front of us. In the fit of anger I went and
gulped a full glass of drink in one go and filled another and
started drinking it, Dhondu laughed loudly and said, " kyo meri rani,
ghusse me bahut chikni deekh rahi ho" and got ahead and pressed my
fleshy thighs, I got a strong current in my
body and wondering was I becoming shameless also, just sitting in
front of him in bra and panty and getting turned on by his mere
touch.

It was around 9 and Dhondu said "Aditi kya tumhe bhukh nahin lagi
hai ya phir sirf yahin bhookh mitane ka irada hai" and I realized
that even I was starving. I collected some morning sabzi from the
fridge and bread and eggs and finished eating.

The liquor effect had started growing on me and I now wanted
Dhondu again in me. He got up and told me that we should now do
in the open, in the rains. Oh what a lover he was, now wanted to
be romantic. I immediately got wrapped up in a black nylon sari
over bra and panty, Dhondu in the mean time had put on lungi.

We went to the terrace, I saw the surrounding was dark, still
and silent except that it was drizzling, with showers and
thunders, it was lightning also in between, what a romantic site
it was. We stood there holding each others arms and getting wet
in the drizzle, listening to the voice and getting to see each
other in the flash of lightning, like lovers enjoying our
romance. Thinking logically I concluded that, it was this kind of
sex I always yearned for since I got to know about sex, rough,
tough and wild, and Dhondu was the man who gave me that, may be
a rape to start with but what my mind and body really wanted and
here he was with me getting me to it again and again.

Dhondu pulled me on him and once again I was in his arms and he
kissed my lips and said, "ab to aur bi sundar lag rahi ho rani,
bilkul menaka jaisi, mere
to bhaag khul gaye hai ke to tumhe mai itni dafaa chod raha hun
aur tum mujhse bade maje se chudwa rahi ho" I knew this is his
way of romance but what more could I have expected from an
illiterate and arrogant peasant. I was shivering and trembling
with the chill and drizzle, but then I wanted to have this unique
and wonderful sexperience of my life. His rough hands started
caressing my open back and my boobs were crushing his chest, I
slid my tongue in his mouth and started moving it inside and felt
the warmth of his mouth. Now all boundaries were crossed, first
time in my full senses I was offering myself totally to Dhondu
my lover, my paramour, my sex stud of this night, who was making
me feel like a complete woman and satisfying my inner most sex
desires.

He now got a little away from me cleaned the floor with is rough
hands and removed his lungi and my sari and spread on the floor,
what preparations for a session, I thought and giggled. He looked
at me and said, "aab ye jamin saaf nahin karoonga to tere peeth me
chubh jayenge
aur tum besharam jaise hass rahin ho" and giggled loudly, I was
taking all abuses from him happily because he was my man this
night. I unhooked my bra and he slid my panty down and I was
naked ready for that wild assault in the Slashing rains.

Suddenly Dhondu got up and gave me a tight embrace with full force
crushing me in his arms and wildly started pressing my boobs
and arse and nibbling and sucking my lips. I was
crying, "aaaahhhhhhh Dhondu zara dhire dard ho raha hain", but now he
was again that wild animal and attacking my tender flesh with utmost
vigor and force. Slowly I started enjoying my wild lovers assault
and shrieked "ooohhhhh maaaaa zor se Dhonduuuuuuuuuu". It started
raining heavily and we were drenched but the heat generated by
Dhondu was much more to overcome the chill and my shivers.

While he made me sleep on the so-called bed he had made out of
his lungi and my sari, he immediately came between my legs and put
his hands and hard pressing my buttocks pulled me up and wildly
started biting and licking my fleshy thighs and reached my cunt
and inserted it inside tongue fucking me. My shrieks and moans
increased to such an extent that, if it was not raining and
silent, some one a mile could heard me, "uuffffffffff chaat lo choos
lo maza aa aha hai" I could feel I am nearing my orgasm, what a
feeling it was heavens could not
been better and I came with flowing juices from my cunt splashed
all over his face and he was licking it like a wild hungry dog. I
laid there for a while as he was playing with my body and he came
over me licking my thighs, and started pressing my flat tummy
and tickled the belly button, making me hot again for the final
assault and I was waiting for it like a hungry bitch.

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contd..

Dhondu now got up on his knees with his monster throbbing cock
and started rubbing his hard swollen head on my cuntlips, I was
getting aroused once again knowing that his is going to be a fuck
of my life. As he rubbed his rod head for 2-3 minutes my already
soggy slit with rainwater and my juices was itching to take his
massive rod inside and I started wriggling under him. He got the
signal and with one solid jerk inserted his entire shaft inside,
my tight cunt clasped it giving a perfect position for a hot
wild fuck. He started stroking and increased his speed. What a
wonderful and mind blowing experience it was the rain was lashing
his back and he was pumping me like a bull he was ramming my cunt
and his balls were slopping my arse, this was going on for a long
while and I was at the peak, "aaaaggghhh mere Dhonduuuu jor lagao aur
jor lagao, mere andar
aag lagi hai, bujha do" and continued stroking hard, what a
powerful and strong man he was, making me completely mad and
then with log shriek "aarrgghhhhhhhh mein aa rahi hoon" and I
came and pulled him down and started licking his lips like mad.
I was lying fully satisfied, the water was dripping allover my
body and face but he was still pumping, in the flash of lightning
I could see the wild __expression on his unshaved poky face.

I was stunned and said "bas karo Dhondu meri jan ab dard ho
raha hain" he slapped me and said "Sali kutti apna huan to mereko
sarakne ko kehti ho, main pani kahan nikaloo" and he removed his
still throbing fully erect shaft from of my cunt and turned me
around with my buttocks facing him and I guessed what was to
happen, one more horrifying and terrible experience.

He stretched my legs apart and spat on his hand and applied his
spit in my asshole and started fingering my asshole "oohhh"
I moaned and he said, "aab choot ke baad teri gaand bhi phaadonga aur
maza aayega
tereko" and started rubbing his tight shaft on my asshole, it was
already lubricated with my cum and it slid smoothly till 1 or 2
inches in my hole and started pumping it slowly but steadily, I
gave a long moan "ouchhhhh aahhhhhhh" and he thrust it with force
inside, it pained very badly and I shouted at the top of my
voice, "aaiyyeeeeeeeee ruk jao, nikalo bahar, dard ho rahahai
aaiieeee".
while I was crying and tears rolling over my cheeks, but now he
had no mercy and kept on ramming and pumping to his wild desires.
Slowly the pain subsided and I started enjoying again and lifted
myself on my knees to give him full position for the final go he
was now grunting and roaring and thumping his rod a fast as he
could and I was getting my first ass fuck from this rascal and I
screamed in ecstasy, "oooohhhhhhhh Dhondu meri jaaan mere sand, lagao
zor, phad dalo
apni Aditi ki gaand" I that orgy my language and turned filthy but
we were at the peak. After ramming for another 5 mins or so he
exploded in my asshole releasing his load and I also came for the
2nd time in that session. And he collapsed on my back completing
the total fuck game and we laid there in lashing rains for a long
while, his unshaved face was pricking my smooth back skin and the
stink of liquor was coming from his mouth, but his cuddling
kissing my nape and back was not stopping us moaning with
ultimate satisfied pleasure.

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Hawalaat ki Chudai

Us din kuchh achchha nahi lag raha tha. Subah se hi mann mein
bharipan lag raha tha. Aise hi alsaai huyi apne room mein soyi padi
thi. Kaam karne mein jee nahin lag raha tha. Tabhi gully mein shor
hone laga. Apne palang se uthkar baramde ki khidki se gully mein
jhankne lagi.

Mohan Babu ke makan ke saamne bheed ekkathi ho rahi thi. Kya hua hoga
sochkar apni aankhein unke gate per gada di. Bheed mein fusfusahat ho
rahi thi. Tabhi khidki ke saamne se ek aadmi gujra to usse puchh
liya, "Aare bhaiya, kya ho gaya?"

Aadmi ne chalte-chalte jawab diya, "Kisi ne Mohan Babu ko chaaku maar
diya."

Yeh sunkar main darr gayi. Din-dahade gulli me hatya. Uff! Kya ho
gaya hai iss duniya ko. Mohan Babu se hamare gharwalon ki jamti nahi
thi. Ab gharwale kaun? Ek mera marad aur doosri mein. Abhi teen-chaar
din pahle hi mere marad, Shyaam, ka jhagda Mohan Babu se kuchh len-
den ko lekar ho gaya tha. Lekin isse kya? Aakhir gully mein kisi ki
hatya ho toh bura toh lagta hi hai.

Main mann hi mann darr rahi thi. Soch rahi thi ki Shyaam jaldi ghar
aajaye to achchha hai. Lekin unhe to shaam ko hi aana tha. Doosre
gaon gaye huye the. Aisa hi bol kar subah jaldi nikal gaye the.

Thodi der baad wapas khidki khol kar Mohan Babu ke ghar ki aur jhanka
toh dekha aadmi toh jyada nahi the balki 6-7 police wale jaroor khade
the. Ab hatya huyi hai toh police wale toh aayenge hi. Tabhi dekha 3-
4 policewale mere ghar ki taraf aa rahe hai. Mera mann aur kharab
hone laga. Police wale mere ghar ki taraf kyon aa rahe hai? Main jhat
se khidki band karke wapas apne kamre ki taraf badhne lagi.

Doosre pal hi darwaaja peetne ki aawaj aane lagi. Main jhat se kamre
ki jagah apne ghar ke main darwaaje ki taraf badh gayi aur gate khol
diya. Police wale dhaddhadate huye ghar mein ghus gaye.

Maine hakbakakar unse poochha, "Aare ye kya kar rahe ho?"

Ek police wala kadakti awaj mein poochha, "Shyaam kidhar hai?"

Maine wapas poochha, "Kya kaam hai mere marad se?"

Tabhi doosra police wala dahada, "Saali, hamse poochhati hai kya kaam
hai? Kidhar chhupa kar rakha hai apne marad ko?"

Main sahamkar boli, "Wo toh ghar par nahi hai. Doosre gaon gaye huye
hai. Shaam ko aayenge?"

Tabhi usne kathorta se poochha, "Saali, ghar mein chhupa kar rakha
hai aur bolti hai ki nahin hai. Bata kidhar chhupaya hai."

"Saheb main jhoot nahin bol rahi hoon. Wo toh subah se hi gaye huye
hai. Lekin baat kya hai?"

Tabhi tisre police wale ne kaha, "Tera marad shyam hai na?"

Jawab mein maine apna sir haan mein hila diya.

"Saale ne Mohan ka khoon kiya hai."

Mere upar mano pahad gir gaya. Lekin sambhalte huye boli, "Kaise
saheb? Wo to subah se hi yahan nahi hai."

"Kaise nahi hai. Bahar kayi logon ne use abhi thodi der pahle hi use
bhagte huye dekha hai. Wo koi jhoot nahin bol rahe hain."

Meri toh aawaj hi band ho gayi. Tabhi ek police wala poora ghar
doondhne ke baad bola, "Idhar toh Shyaam nahi hai. Lagta hai saala
bhaag gaya."

Toh doosre police wale ne usse kaha, "Jaa saheb ko bata kar aa."

Main chup-chaap jameen per baith gayi aur rone lagi. Viswash hi nahi
ho raha tha. Jaroor kisi ne apna badla nikalne ke liye jhooth-mooth
police wale ko kah diya hoga. Shyaam ke saath meri shaadi ko sirf 6
mahine hi huye the. Inn 6 mahino mein hamne khoob maza kiya. 3-4
mahine tak toh wo ghar se bahar bahut hi kam waqt ke liye bahar
niklta tha. Hum dono din-raat bister per, kitchen mein, bathroom mein
aur yahan tak ki aangne mein maza loot te rahte the. Waqt kab ka
nikal gaya samjh mein hi nahin aaya. Lekin aaj….

Shyaam 25 saal ka ek gabroo jawaan tha. Kasrati badan aur thoda
saanwle rang ka lekin majboot marad tha. Bistar per uska koi jawab hi
nahi tha. Uska hathiyaar bhi uske badan jaisa moosal aur lamba-mota.
Mere bitte bhar se bada aur meri kalai se aadha. Uske sath byaah hone
ke baad mein apne pure jeewan ko bhul chuki thi.

Haan. Main shaadi hone ke pahle apne do-teen doston se yaari kar
baithi thi. Aur unke saath humbistar bhi. Lekin Shyaam se shaadi hone
ke baad maine kabhi bhi unko yaad nahin kiya. Ab jo kuchh bhi tha toh
woh Shyaam hi tha.

Shyaam aur mere purane yaron ki nazron me main gori chithi haseen
gudiya thi. Mere lambe-lambe baal, mere gore-gore gaal, mere madmust
hoth, mere anar jaise kadak santre ki size ke mumme, bhari huyi
jhanghe. Aisa hi kahte the woh sub. Aur main apni prasansa sunkar
phoola nahi samati thi.

Tabhi thanedaar ki kadakti huyi awaz ne mujhe jaga diya, "Kahan hai
uski bibi?" Mujh per nazar padte hi uski aankhein mere jism per giddh
ki ankhon jaise chipak gayi.

Tabhi mujhe ek police wale ne pakad kar khada kar diya aur
bola, "Yehi hai uski bibi."

Thanedaar mere jism ko taulta huwa bola, "Kahan hai Shyaam?"

Maine sahmte huye kaha, "Mujhe nahi maloom. Woh toh subah se bahar
gaye huye hai."

"Bata de warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai…" Thanedaar ne garajti
huyi awaaz mein poochha.

Main chup-chaap khadi rahi. Bahar bheed dekh kar thanedaar ne aur toh
kuchh nahi bola lekin main mehshoosh kar rahi thi uski nazron ko apne
jism mein dhanste huye. Thaanedaar apne aadmiyon ko kuchh batane laga
aur mujhe ghoorte huye bahar chala gaya.

Shaam ki 4-5 baj gayi. Police party apne thaane chali gayi. Maine
chain ki saans li. Lekin raat ko 8-8.30 baje phir ek police wala
aaya. Mujhse Shyaam ke baare mein poochhne laga. Maine na mein jawab
diya.

"Aise kaise ho sakta hai. Tu subah bol rahi thi na ki woh shaam ko
wapas aayega. Ab toh raat ho chuki hai," Police wale ne poochha.

"Unhone subah aisa hi kaha tha," maine jawab diya.

"Lagta hai tu aise nahi manegi. Ab tere se haath-laat se baat karni
padegi," Usne ghudkte huye kaha.

Meri dhuk-dhuk badhne lagi. Mujhe Shyaam per gussa aa rha tha. Ab tak
nahi aaya. Gully main ek khoon ho gaya aur bibi ghar mein akeli.
Lekin uska koi pata hi nahi. Tabhi phir socha. Usse kya maloom ki
hatya ho gayi hai. Agar maloom hota toh dopahar mein hi nahi aajata.
Kya usne hi hatya…..

"Saali ko thane le chal," Policewala apne sathi se kaha. "Saheb ne
kaha hai agar Shyaam nahi milta to uski bibi ko thaane lekar aana."

Main to yeh sunkar rone lagi.

"Chal… chal. Jyada natak nahin kar," Ek police wala meri kalai pakde
huye bola. Aur phir jor-jabardasti se mujhe Police-Van mein baitha
diya aur thane pahunch gaye hum log.

"Kya huwa Shyaam nahi mila?" Thanedaar ne mujhe dekhte huye hi
poochha.

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contd...

Jawab mein na mein sir hila diya policewale ne.

"Chal saali ko lock-up mein band kar. Apne aap hi iska marad aayega
isko chudaane," Thanedaar ne apni seat per baithe baithe kaha.

Mujhe lock-up mein daal diya joki uski seat ke saamne hi thi. Police
station uss thanedaar ke alawa 5 hawaldar the. Koi thaane mein andar
aa raha tha toh koi bahar jaa raha tha. Raat ke 11 bajne mein aa rahi
thi. Inn 2 ghanton mein thaanedaar mujhe 100 baar ghoor chuka tha.
Mujhe apni aankhon se taul raha tha. Aise mardon ki aankhen mujhe
pata hai kaisi hoti hai. Bazaar jaate huye ya mandeer jaate huye aisi
hi nazron ka saamna mein kab se kar rahi hoon. Lekin tab aur aab mein
sirf ek farak tha. Tab main apni marji ki malik hoti thi aur abb
hawalat mein bebas kaidi ki tarah thane mein.

Tabhi thaanedaar ne apne hawaldaron ko bulaya aur 2-2 ki 2 team bana
kar ek ko mere ghar ke paas chhupne ko kah diya aur doosre ko bus
stand jaane ko kah diya. Sath hi hidayat dedi ki subah tak nigraani
rakhni hai. Ab bache ek hawaldar ke kaan mein kuchh kaha aur woh
hawaldar bhi bahar chala gaya.

Thaane mein main aur woh thaanedar do hi bache the. Hawalat mein aur
koi kaidi bhi nahi tha. Mujhe uske eraade achchhe nahi lag rahe the.
Woh apni kameej utaar kar koi filmi gaana gaate huye apni seat per
baith gaya aur mujhe ghurne laga. Ab thaanedaar mujhe lagataar ghoor
raha tha aur uske hothon mein ek kutil muskaan aa rahi thi aur jaa
rahi thi.

Tabhi last wala hawaldaar ek kagaj ka packet thaanedaar ke hath mein
pakda diya aur ek glass aur paani ki bottle uski table per rakh diya.
Phir hawaldar thaanedar ka ishara pakar thaane se bahar chala gaya.
Thaanedaar ne kagaj ke packet se ek bottle bahar nikali.

"Daaru!" Main mann mein sochkar kaamp uthi. "Daaru peekar thaanedaar
akele hawalat mein aur main bhi thaane mein akeli….."

Thaanedaar ne aadhe ganthe mein 4-5 peg bana kar daaru pi daali aur
uth khada huwa. Uski chaal mein koi farak nahi tha lekin aankhon mein
daaru ka nasha aur vaasna dono jhalak raha tha. Usne main gate ke
paas jaakar gate ko band kiya aur kadi laga di. Ab mere hawalaat ki
taraf aa kar uska tala khol kar main gate per laga diya aur chaabi
jeb main daal li. Phir meri taraf badhne laga. Meri ruh kaamp rahi
thi.

"Bol kidhar hai tera marad."

Main chup chaap rahi.

"Abe saali, tera marad hai ki nahi?"

"......"

"Lagta hai tera marad nahi hai. Ab mujhe hi kuchh karna padega."

"......."

Mere nazdeek aa kar mere hathon ko pakad liya aur jhumte huye
bola, "Kisi ka hath pakda nahi ya hath chhod kar chala gaya."

Maine apne hath ko chudate huye kaha, "Saheb aapne pee li hai. Abhi
baat nahi karo mujhse."

"Wah... kya idea di hai toone. Abhi baat mein time waste nahi karne
ka... Abhi kaam karne ka..."

"Saheb chhodo mujhe."

"Kya boli tum. CHODO mujhe," badi besharmi se hanste huye thaanedaar
bola.

"Aisi gandi baat karte huye tumhe sharam nahi aati..." Maine virodh
kiya.

"Achchha tujhe maloom hai ki kya gandi hai aur kya achchhi. Yanike
tujhe sub maloom lagta hai. CHODO... CHUDAI... sub maloom hai tujhe,"
badi besharmi se bolta jaa raha tha.

Maine apne kaan band kar liye aur madad ke liye chillane lagi. Tabhi
ek jhannatedaar thappad mere galon par pada.

"Saali… Raand… chillati hai. Ek to Shyaam ka pata nahin bata rahi hai
aur puchhtachh mein chillati hai," kahte huye thaanedaar meri sari ko
kheenchne laga aur bola, "Chilla. Jitna chillana hai chilla. Dekhta
hoon main kaun aata hai idhar."

Main bebas chillana bhoolkar apni sari ko usse chhudaane me lag gayi
lekin usne apne dum per meri sari ko mere badan se alag kar diya. Ab
main apne peticoat aur blouse me uske saamne rote huye khadi thi.
Apne hatho ko apne seene se laga kar rakha tha lekin thaanedaar ne
mere ek haath ko pakadkar ulta mod diya toh darad ke maare apne
doosre haath se usko chhudaane lagi. Isska fayda uthate huye usne
mere blouse ke saamne ke saare hook jhatak kar tod diye. Ab mera
blouse ek-do hook ke sahare jhool raha tha.

Apne doosre hath se jab blouse ko bachane gayi toh bedarad thaanedaar
ne mere pahle wale hath ko aur jor se mod diya. Main dard se karah
uthi aur blouse ko chhod apna hath chhudane ki koshish karne lagi.
Issi tarah karte huye usne mera blouse aur meri choli dono ko mere
badan se juda kar diya. Ab main apne dono hathon se apne dono mummo
ko chhupate huye idhar se udhar daudne lagi. Lekin thaanedaar hansta
huwa mere peechhe-peechhe bhagta huwa kisi bhi tarah se hath ko
chhudata aur mere mummo ko masal deta. Main cheekh kar daya ki beekh
maang kar apne ko bachati aur bhaagti. Aise mein thaanedaar ko maza
aa raha tha aur main roti huyi idhar-udhar bhaag rahi thi.

Thodi de khel aise hi chalta raha. Phir thaanedaar ne mujhe chhod
mere jameen per pade blouse aur choli ko utha kar unhe sunghta huwa
apni desk per gaya aur peg banakar aur daaru pine laga. Phir kuchh
ruk kar mujhse poochha, "Tu bhi piyegi?"

"......"

"Aare pi le. Nashe mein bada maza aata hai chudwane mein."

Main jor se ro padi. Mere aanshu thamne ke naam hi nahi le rahe the.
Maine gidgidate huye kaha, "Maine kya bigada hai tumhara. Kyo meri
izzat ke peechhe pade ho?"

"Toone nahi bigada. Tere nasheeli husn ne bigada hai mera," kahte
huye apni pant ki chain par hath rakhte huye bola, "Dekh kaise phad-
phada raha hai Lawda mera. Iska bigda hai teri jawaani ko dekh kar.
Ab isko thanda kar...."

Uska Lund pant ke upar se hi tana huwa dikh raha tha. Mano pant ko
faad kar bahar aa jayega. Apni jawaani ko ab lutne ke kareeb dekh kar
mera dhiraj jawab de raha tha. Main apne ko bachane ke liye jor se
chillai, "Koi hai.... Bachao mujhe..."

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contd...

Thaanedar daaru ki bottle pakde huye mere paas aaya aur phir jordaar
ka thappad mara. Iss baar usne daaru ki bottle utha kar jor se
bola, "Chup hoti ki saali ya maroo iss bottle ko tere sir per."

Main ek dum se chuppppppp.

Phir usne mere sir ko pakad kar bottle mere muhn mein laga di. Main
apna muhn hila-hila kar bottle se apne muhn ko hatane ki koshish
karne lagi lekin usne jabardasti karke ded-do peg mere andar udhel hi
diya. Chhaati jalne lagi. Ubkai aane lagi. Sir chakraane laga. Pet
garam ho utha. Pehli baar daaru pet mein gayi thi. Chilla rahi thi
lekin thaanedaar hans raha tha.

Bottle ka jo kuchh bhi bacha-khucha tha woh thaanedaar ne pi liya aur
bottle ko apni desk ke neeche ludhka diya. Phir sidhe mere upar chadh
kar mere mumme ko maslne laga. Dono hatho mein mere dono mumme. Aate
ki tarah gunthne laga. Phokat ka maal jo mil raha tha. Daaru andar
jaane ke baad aise hamle ke liye main tyaar nahi thi. Aur apne aap ko
bacha nahi pa rahi thi. Usne ek mumme ko apne hath mein pakad doosre
mumme ko apne hothon ke beech le choosna shuru kar diya. Mere santre
uske liye choosne wale santre ban gaye.

Main daaru ke jhatke khati huyi apne hath se apna sir pakde huye thi.
Apna bachav bhi nahi kar paa rahi thi. Tabhi doosre hath se
thaanedaar ne mere petticoat ke nade ko jhatke se khol diya. Main
mano nind se jaag uthi. Naa jaane kitni taakat aayi hogi mujh mein jo
thaanedaar ko apne upar se neeche gira kar uthkar bhagne lagi. Lekin
afshosh. Khula hua petticoat meri tangon mein phans gaya aur muhn ke
bal dhadam se jaa giri. Meri rahi-sahi saari takat khatam ho gayi.

Thaanedaar gusse mein badbadata huwa aur gaali deta huwa mere baalon
ko jhatke dete huye mujhe uthaya, "Saali madarchod… mere ko dhakka
deti hai saali… randi… ab main deta hoon tere ko mere Lund ka
dhakka…. Saali chhinal… mere ko dhakka deti hai… ab dekhta hoon kaise
bachti hai chudne se…."

Usne mujhe balon pakad kar mere chehre ko apni aur ghuma kar mere
galon aur mere hothon ko chumne laga. Main 2-3 minutes baad phir
kasmasaai aur chhudaane ki koshish karne lagi. Lekin usne mujhe apni
giraft mein rakha aur mere anar jaise kadak mummo ko apne muhn mein
daba kar choosne laga. Ab woh daanto se mere pyaare-pyaare gore-gore
mummo ko katne laga. Jaise kaata waise hi meri cheekh nikli. Lekin
use kya parwaah thi. Thodi der mein mere ek mumme per jor se kaat
khaya toh meri jordaar cheekh nikal gayi.

"Chup. Awaz nahi. Abke cheekhi na toh pura tera kaat ke alag kar
doonga, saali raand," kadak awaz mein bola thanedaar.

Sahamkar chup ho gayi main lekin siskiyan aa rahi thi. Thaanedaar ne
mujhe pakad kar neeche sula diya aur apni pant khol diya. Ab woh bhi
sirf underwear mein aur main bhi underwear mein. Usne neeche jhukte
huye mera underwear ek jhatke mein neeche kheencha toh woh ghutne per
jaa kar atak gaya. Phir meri tango ko upar kar use bahar nikaal
phenka. Ab thaanedaar mere poore nange jism ko uper se neeche dekhta
huya apne hath se apne underwear mein pade apne Lund ko dabaane laga.

"Uff. Kya jawaani hai teri. Ek marad se nahi sambhal sakti aisi
jawaani. Kitne mardo ko apni jawaani ka rus pilaya hai tune," nashe
mein jhumta huwa apne Lund ko dabata huwa bol raha tha thaanedaar.

Main chup chaap padi usko dekh rahi thi. Daaru ki wajah se sir ghoom
raha tha. Aankhein baar-baar khul band ho rahi thi.

Usne apna underwear nikala aur uska Lund khooli hawa mein saans lene
laga. Uska Lund mere Shyaam ya kahoon mere purane yaron jitna hi
lumba tha yani bitte se bada lekin mota pura ghadhe ki tarah tha.
Sabse mota mere dekhe huye Lund se. Moosal.

Thaanedaar ghutno ke bul baithkar mere nange sulgate jism ko upar se
neeche chatne laga. Uski jeebh ki harkat aur daaru ka nasha meri rahi
sahi na-nukar ko bhi band kar diya. Woh apni jeebh se mere galon,
gardan, mummo, mera pet, meri choot aur meri janghon ko upar se
neeche aur neeche se upar chaat raha tha. Lagta tha ki kai ladkiyon
ko isi tarah thane mein chod-chod kar perfect khiladi ban chuka hai.
Phir apni jeebh ko meri choot ke paas la kar apne lund ko mere galon
per ragadne laga.

"Muhn mein le isko," Thanedaar garza.

"Kisko?"

"Abe saali nakhre nahi dikha. Le muhn mein mere Lawde ko." Aur mere
muhn mein apne Lund ke supare ko phansa diya.

Mota Lund kaise jaata mere muhn mein.

"Le saali muhn mein. Khabardaar agar tune isko daant gadaya toh…."
Thanedaar ne hidayat bhi de di.

Main nashe me apne muhn ko poora kholi aur uska Lund mere andar jaa
kar phans gaya. Tabhi Thaanedaar Lund ko andar jaate dekh meri choot
ke dane ko maslna shuru kar diya aur apni jeebh se mere choot ke lips
ko chatna. Mere jism mein halchal machal gayi. Agar Lund muhn mein
nahin hota toh yakeenan meri siskari nikal padti. Ab dono 69 position
mein ek dusre ke Lund aur Choot ko choos aur chaat rahe the.

Tabhi thaanedaar utha aur meri dono tango ko ghutne se modkar meri
janghon ko phaila diya aur apna moosal meri Choot ke darwaaje per
rakh diya. Mujh mein daaru ke nasha apni puri rawaani per tha aur
Lund apni puri jawaani per. Usne apna thook apne Lund ke supare per
lagaya aur ek karara jhatka diya.

Serrrrrrr...... Adha Lund andar.

Jor ki cheekh nikli meri. Aise moosal Lund se pehli baar saabka pada
tha meri choot ka. Lekin thaanedaar ko isse kya. Usne mere mumme ek
hath se aur ek taang ko doosre hath se aur phir ek jordaar jhatka.

Serrrrrrr...... Poora Lund andar.

Meri bolti band ho gayi. Thaanedaar ne ab meri dono tango ko pakad
kar dhada-dhada dhakke marne shuru kar diye. In dhakkon ke saath meri
siskariyan bhi shuru ho gayi.

"Dheere... dheere... jorse dhakkka na maro... Ahhh... phat jayegi...
meri choot...Pyar se chodo... Dekho thoda dheere... tumhara Lund bada
moosal hai... Gadhe jaise lund se ghade jaise nahi chodo mujhe...
Ufff... Ahhh..." mere muhn se naa jaane kahan se Lund, Choot
jaise words niklne lage. Yeh uski jhannatedaar chudai ka hi asar
tha.

"Saali…. Kitne mardo ko kha chuki…. Phir bhi kahti hai dheere…
dheere…. Raand… kha mere dhakke…. Aaj se teri choot main hi chodunga
roj…. Mera Lund teri choot ka sara kas-bal nikaal dega…. Chudai kya
hoti hai ye tujhe mera Lund hi batayega…. Chuda… chudaaa…" Thanedaar
jamkar dhakke marte huye meri choot mein apna Lund pelta raha.

Full speed. Jamkar Chudai. Yehi chali 15-20 minute tak. Meri choot is
beech apne paani se bharpur gili ho chuki thi. Jisse uske moosal lund
ko bhi aaram se le rahi thi aur maza bhi khoob aane laga.

"Hai… hai… kya chod rahe ho thaanedaar…. Khoob jabardust lund hai
tera…. Ohh… mera paani nikla…. Nikla…. Niklaaaaa…" yeh kahkar meri
choot anpa paani uske lund par barsaaane lagi. Lekin uske dhakke
daaru ke nashe mein aur badhte gaye. Meri choot ka paani uske Lund ke
nashe ko aur badha diya lagta tha. Lekin mere paani niklne se meri
jakadan kamjor ho gayi toh usne apna Lund bahar nikal diya.

Uska Lund aur mota lag raha tha. Mano meri choot ka sara paani uski
pichkari mein chala gaya ho.Usne khade ho kar mujhe baitha diya aur
mere muhn mein apna lund thoons diya. Uske lund se meri choot ki
smell aa rahi thi. Lekin mujhe uss samay uske jaisa lund kisi mithai
se kam nahi lag raha tha. So maine gupp se apne muhn mein lekar
chusna shuru kar diya. 5-7 minute mein usne apna Lund baahar nikaal
liya. Toh mujhe laga woh ab jhadne wala hai. Lekin main galat saabit
huyi. Usne mujhe doggy style mein kar meri choot mein apna Lund
peechhe se daal diya aur chodne laga.

Thaanedaar ne 25-30 dhakkon ke apna Lund bahar nikaala aur meri choot
mein apni do angooli phansa kar uski saari malai apni angooli mein
lapet li aur Lund per chipudne laga. Main kuchh soch paati usse pahle
usne apne Lund ko meri gaand ke chhed mein phansa kar ek jor daar
jhatka mara. Meri cheekh nikal padi.

Yeh cheekh ab tak ki meri sabse jordaar thi. Meri ankhon se aansoo
thamne ko naam hi nahi le rahe the. Main cheekhti huyi usse galian
dene lagi, "Aare saale gaandu…. Phaad di meri gaand… aare kyo maari…
nikaal meri gaand se… lund ko nikaal madarchod…. Apni bahan ki gaand
mein de aise moosal lund ko…. Apni maa ki gaand mein de apne lund
ko…. Nikaal gaandu…. Mar jaoongi main…. Nikaal apne Lawde ko…. Phat
gaiiiii…."

Lekin thaanedaar ne mere balon ko kas-kas kar pakdte huye meri gaand
marni chalu rakhi. Meri gaand mein bhayankar dard ho raha tha. Usne
speed kum ki phir badhai phir kam kar di. Iss tarah mujhe kuchh aaram
mila. Halka–halka dard ho raha tha. Lekin Halka–halka maza bhi aa
raha tha. Usne speed badhai toh maza bhi badh gaya. Phir usne apne
Lund ko bahar nikala aur usi position mein meri choot mein phir se
daal diya.

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contd....

Gaand mein darad toh nahi tha. Sath hi ab choot mein Lund ke jaate hi
poore badan mein chudaai ka nasha chhane laga. Tabhi Thaanedaar ne
apne dhakko ki full speed karte huye apni pichkari chhodni chalu kar
di. Uska favvara dhuch se meri choot ke andar jaa raha tha jisse meri
choot bhi jhadne lagi. Dono nidhal ho kar hawalaat ki jameen per let
gaye.

Main budbudaai, "Wakai mein tumhara Lund kamaal ka hai. Aaj tak kisi
ne bhi mujhe aisa nahi choda."

Thanedaar ne lete lete hi jawaab diya, "Ab mauka milne per isse
jordaar chodunga tujhe. Aaj to hawaalaat tha lekin kabhi bistar per
mujhse chudogi na bada hi maza aayega tujhe."

"Main intezaar karoongi," Maine uske hothon ko chumte huye kaha.

Thanedaar mere dono mummo ko chumta huwa utha. Mere blouse aur choli
ko mere paas phenka aur apne kapde pahanne laga. Main kahraati huyi
uthi. Ab daaru ka nasha kam ho chuka tha. Lekin chudaai ki masti
chhayi huyi thi. Uthi toh kadam ladkhada rahe the. Gaand pahli baar
kisi ne maari thi woh bhi moosal lund se. Chalne ke liye dono tango
ko thoda chauda karna pad raha tha jise dekhkar thaanedaar hansne
laga. Mere kapde pahnte hi usne police station ka gate khol diya.
Mujhe hawaalat mein hi neend aa gayi.

Subah Shyaam ki awaj sunkar meri aankhein khuli. Shyaam ne mujhe uthe
huye dekh kar kaha, "Daro nahi. Ab kuchh taklif nahi hogi. Woh
Rangeela ne jaanbhujhkar mera naam liya tha. Lekin Asli kaatil khud
Rangeela hi tha. Police ne usko pakad liya hai. Ab ghar chalo."

Thaanedaar mujhe dekhkar muskra raha tha. Main mann hi mann soch rahi
thi ki haan ab takleef nahi hogi per kise. Thaanedaar ke moosal Lund
ko yaa meri rasili choot ko......

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Indian Wife’s Bonanza
Ding Dong, the door bell rang. It was about half past five in the
evening. Anita got up and opened the door. It was her husband
Shekhar.

"Hi, love!" he said hugging her and giving her a light peck on the
cheek.

"Hi!" Anita said taking her husband's briefcase and started walking
towards the bedroom. Shekhar looked at her as she walked. Beautiful,
he thought. Anita was wearing a peach coloured sleeveless nightie
that finished at her knees and not only showed off her pretty fair
legs and bare feet but accentuated them. Despite her 29 years she was
a stunner by any reckoning. A height of five feet six inches, weight
of 127 pounds, taut, firm breasts capped by perky succulent nipples
and a gorgeous ass. Shekhar knew that she slept nude, then why the
nightie? Ah she slept nude only at night. The nightie was for the day!
An oxymoron!! He smiled.

"Sorry, darling, " she said "I'll just be back. Actually Barkha is
here with a proposal to raise funds for that school project we are
involved with. " Anita's tone was mischievous. Shekhar wondered why.
The school was for the destitute children whose parents had been
killed either in riots or in some mishap. There was also a section
for handicapped kids.

By the time he undressed and showered, Anita had bid her friend
goodbye.

"Well?" Shekhar said. He was wearing a pair of shorts and his
favourite T shirt.

"Seems you are dressed for the night. " Anita said with mock anger.

"With you around anybody is dressed or rather undressed for the
night. "Shekhar said pulling her towards him and kissing her on the
lips.

"You are so shameless. OK, if you leave me I'll tell you Barkha's
proposal. It is a bit outrageous and so I said that first I would
discuss it with you and if you agreed then I would go along with
it. "

Shekhar left her and started twirling her anklet.

"If you carry on being naughty I won't tell you. "she said. This
twirling of anklet reminded her of Bhasu when he had returned a
second time and this was the way he had started.

"Sorry, mam, " Shekhar said cupping her breasts and then holding his
ears.

"Barkha said that we need funds for this school and this is something
we also know. She said that a few of her NRI friends and a few
foreigners are visiting. She said that the ladies there will have to
auction eight things. Four non essential and four essential. When we
go to the party about a dozen females will be shortlisted and for
each non essential item they discard they will be paid incrementally
i. e 500, 1000, 2000 and 4000. However after that if nobody bids for
their essential they will have to refund their 4000. Non essentials
are say sandals, anklets, necklace, bangles, earrings ;any four.
Essentials are of course only four i. e. bra, panty, one upper
covering, one lower covering i. e. it can be jeans, T shirt, or skirt
blouse or even a sari but the pettycoat will have to go with the
sari. "

"Hmmm! Quite interesting. " Shekhar said "And what will they pay for
the essentials?"

"Yes, that is what I was coming to. " Anita said excitedly. "It is
10, 000, 20, 000, 40, 000 and for full nudity 1, 00, 000. Now what
say?"

"What do you feel?" Shekhar asked.

"I don't know what the scene will be like but Barkha insisted that I
should at least get rid of two essentials which will give 20, 000. "
Anita said.

"Quite erotic I would say. " Amit said with a glint in his
eye "Reminds me of St. Tropez where you so gladly stripped. "

"I did not. " Anita replied. "It was all your silly idea. "

"Come come, I know you enjoyed it. Especially when Michael kissed you
with his cock poking into your belly button. "

"Shut up!" Anita said blushing good humouredly and bounced off the
bed to prepare tea.

The school project was one that was dear to both Shekhar and Anita
and to a number of their friends. The proposal brought by Barkha
appeared to be an interesting one. Shekhar gave his consent.

"You look very pleased now that I have given you the go ahead"
Shekhar said trying to pull Anita's leg.

"Shut up, you!You know that it is only for the school. " she said
pummelling him on the chest with her clenched fist.

"I know that you are always keen to show those gorgeous tits of
yours!" Shekhar laughed.

"I'll hit you hard if you carry on teasing me this way. " Anita said.

It was 7 p. m. The party would be going to begin any time. Since the
men did not have much role to play Shekhar was dressed in a crisp
trouser and shirt. Anita was showering. She had decided to wear an
off white sleeveless salwar suit matched by white sandals. The non
essentials that she had decided to get rid off were her sandals,
anklets, necklace and silver amulets that she had decided to wear on
the arm.

Anita emerged topless from the bathroom with a towel draped around
her waist. The henna tatoo that she had recently acquired over her
belly button with the image of a rising sun and its rays made it look
all the more sexy. In addition to that there was a heart shaped tatoo
over her left breast and a dragon shaped one over her right buttock.
Shekhar had teased her about where she had gone to get it but she
replied that these were only stickers and could be applied by anyone
in the privacy of their homes. While it was possible that the one
over the breast and the belly button had been applied by herself
surely the one over the buttock could not have been stuck by herself.
Shekhar knew this but he let it pass. He again looked at his lovely
wife. Somewhere deep down he wondered whether all this was all right.
Then the realization dawned on him that they were not squeamish about
things and any such incident of exposure in the past had only gone to
improve their marriage. No harm had ever come out of it. While he was
lost in his thoughts Anita had applied lipstick. He quickly picked it
up and applied it on her pink nipples.

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"Behave yourself!Now the bra will be stained. " She scolded him.

"I did this just in case you get to strip totally. " Shekhar said
with a grin.

"Very funny!Keep your silly jokes to yourself. " She said putting on
the bra and tying the hook. She looked at herself again in the
mirror. The bra was not transparent but showed a generous amount of
her cleavage. Both of them knew that this was going to be on public
display and so no comments were passed. She took off the towel and
Shekhar could not resist the temptation of seeing her well manicured
pussy for the millionth time. She was very particular about the shape
that had to be given. Virtually hairless it had a vertical line of
hair above the slit.

"Why bother with all this? Just show them your pussy and you'll get
whatever amount you ask" Shekhar said. Anita just smiled. She
adjusted her panty which was a trifle brief. Though it covered her
pussy it left her buttocks exposed and of course the black dragon. .
If Anita had a hairy pussy it would have been impossible to wear such
a panty. She tied the cord of the salwar, put her nail polished toes
on the dressing table to adjust the anklets one by one. They were
ready to leave. At the door she put her feet into the sandals and put
on the straps.

"How am I looking?" she asked Shekhar.

"If I reply I will have to tear your clothes off right here and I
will end up fucking you right here. "

"Oh, please don't do that"she said in mock horror. "Remember this is
for the school and if you fuck me now we will get late. "

"Okay, then let us go now. Fucks is for later tonight"

While driving down Shekhar said, "Anita, it would have ben so nice
had I been a doctor. I would also get the opportunuty to check the
breasts of girls like you. "

"That is all you keep thinking about;girls and their breasts. " Anita
laughed.

"Yes, but you end up getting all the fun. " Shekhar said.

"What do you mean?" Anita asked.

"I know all the naughty things you do. "Shekhar said teasing her

"Like?" Anita smiled at Shekhar.

"Mmmm. I have seen you looking at our maid Lakshmi in a certain way.
Are you fond of her?" Shekhar's eyes twinkled.

"Lakshmi? Of course I am fond of her but nothing sexual. " Anita
said. God, he has come to Lakshmi. What if he knows all that
Lakshmi's husband has done to me?

"Was just pulling your leg. " Shekhar said.

They arrived at the gathering. It was a large lawn. Chairs had been
arranged for four people at a table. There was also a stage and
behind that was a room from where Barkha would be monitoring the
entire proceedings.

Both of them were welcomed and taken to a seat. There were quite a
number of other people, foreigners and Indians. Except for one or two
men everyone else had come with their wives/girlfriends who were clad
in various outfits. Some in Jeans/T shirt, some in skirt blouse and
some in a saree as well. There was one person, perhaps in his mid
thirties who was getting a lot of attention. He had black neatly
trimmed moustache, a muscular body that was going well with his white
shirt and black trousers. He was slightly shorter than Shekhar.
However his personality was quite attractive.

"Sir, what would you like to have, sir?" A liveried waitor asked
them.

"Well, what all do you have?"

"Sir, I would suggest red wine. It has been specially imported from
France and will go very well with the occasion. Even the lady will
like it. " The waitor said his gesture referring to Anita. What
occasion was he referring to, Shekhar thought. Of seeing Anita in her
undergarments?

"Would you take wine or prefer a cold drink?" Shekhar asked thinking
that she would opt for the tried and tested cold drink.

"Whatever you take though I think wine or anything slightly alcoholic
will soothe my frayed nerves. " Anita said.

Her nerves did not appear to be frayed at all but the waitor took the
hint and disappeared to return with a bottle of wine.

"You nervous?" Shekhar asked Anita.

"So would you be if you had to go and strip on the stage?" she
replied.

"But this is not the first time that you will strip. " Shekhar said.

"Yes, but that was a beach where everybody else was also as naked as
I was. " Anita pointed out.

Soon the lights were slightly dimmed and a band started playing.
There was ample room for dance. It was while dancing that the
organizers would choose ten ladies for the non essential discarding.
Shekhar held Anita close to him and could feel her nipples digging
into his chest. She was looking very sexy. The full red lips the
shade of which was going with a lighter version over her eyelids and
the matching nail polish were proving to be an irresistible
combination. His hands were on her ass and she could also feel his
cock over the mound of her pussy.

The dance ended far quicker than expected and the names were
announced in reverse alphabetical order and hence Anita's name was
announced last. As she went on to the stage after the other nine
participants there was first a pin drop silence and then the audience
gave a loud uproar of approval. Shekhar thought that even the other
women were not all that bad. Anita quickly discarded her sandals,
anklets, necklace and the amulets from her arms. She walked back,
smiling and in bare feet to Shekhar.

"So, how does it feel?" Shekhar asked her. Meanwhile Barkha had also
joined them at the table along with an acquaintance of hers.

"Anita, keep your cool. " Barkha encouraged her. Her face had that
worried look of an organzer who has dozens of things on her
mind "Even if all goes well we will have only one lakh. If somehow
another two lakhs could be arranged we could supply the school with
everything we have wanted to. "Barkha said wistfully. Since there was
nothing to be said all of them remained quiet.

It was now that the actual auction was to start. The audience had
seen the girls. In all 40, 000 had been distributed to the girls @
4000 per girl but all this would come back to the audience who had
paid for it if they did not like to bid for any
participant's 'essentials'.

There was a flurry of activity but nothing happened for quite some
time. There was restlessness in the air. Just then Barkha came
looking worried and important. "Anita, there are only two girls the
audience is interested in. " As she was telling us this a loud voice
boomed over the public address system.

"Ladies and gentlemen. We have only 2 contestants tonight but they
are beautiful. I ask you all to be as generous as possible because
this is a good cause. I will be announcing the contest from behind
the bar. "

He rolled out of sight and the waitresses brought Anita and the other
contestant up to the stage. The other girl was well into her thirties
and was looking a bit nervous at Anita's sleek shape.

"Ladies and gentlemen. " The voice announced. "Here are the rules. I
will call out the name of an article of clothing and the audience
bids for it. If the contestant agrees that it is high enough i. e at
least the stipulated amount or more, she will walk over to the lucky
bidder, take it off and give it to them for the money. Remember,
ladies, all the money goes for the school. Now let's begin. Let's
start with Urvashi. How much for the blouse, folks?"

Urvashi, standing next to Anita all of a sudden lost her nerve and
walked over to her table and sat down with the other people she came
in with.

"It looks like it is just you Anita. Are you still game?"

She looked over nervously towards Shekhar. Barkha was still standing
next to him. Shekhar nodded to her.

There was applause and a few catcalls. "You heard her folks. Now,
this is narrowing down the field. You all need to be particularly
generous because Anita is the only contestant. To make it
interesting, how about you deliver a kiss with the article of
clothing? Do you agree, Anita?"

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She nodded, looking somewhat nervous all by herself on the stage,
shifting from foot to foot.

The audience started yelling "kurta" or "salwar" from the different
tables. A man supposedly a friend of Anita and Barkha was
yelling "kurta".

"Alright, folks, kurta it is. How much for the kurta?" The compere
decided.

There was a lot of active bidding and the man with the trimmed
moustache sitting alone at the next table got it for 10000. Anita
walked quickly over, stripped off the kurta and covered her tits with
her hands. She did this just to titillate coz she was still wearing
her bra. She leaned over and kissed the man lightly on the cheek and
quickly walked back to the stage. Her hands were still on her tits.
The crowd was yelling and whistling.

"Now, gentleman what next?

"I think they want to see your tits, Anita. " The compere said. "Now
don't disappoint your audience. . . OK. How much for the bra or do
you want her to take off the salwar first?"

"Bra, bra!!"A chorus rent the air.

Now was the actual test. Among the essentials she was to keep her
undergarments on as per the discussion Shekhar and Anita had with
Barkha. But the crowd did not appear to be in any mood to relent or
to let Anita walk back with her undergarments on. The sight of the
tantalizing tatoo over her belly button after she had taken off the
kurta seemed to have stirred the crowd. Shekhar wondered how they
would react if they saw the heart shaped tatoo over her left breast
i. e. just inside which her heart would be. As it is her breasts were
so wonderfully sculpted and lusciously juicy that the tatoo would
drive them absolutely nuts. These tatoos had been applied by Anita
and approved by Shekhar before Barkha had come up with this idea. The
atmosphere was now clearly surcharged with tension. Anita was clearly
nervous but in a way it was good that she had had wine because that
was what was the stabilizing factor. Shekhar was also slightly tense
that things were not going as they had anticipated and just hoped
that things did not get out of hand. There was as such no cause for
worry because adequate security arrangements had been made.

"I think she will put her foot down. " He said to Barkha.

"Would you like her to?" Barkha asked him.

"Look, it all depends on her. How can I suggest?" Shekhar replied.

Barkha suddenly got up, went to the stage and whispered something in
Anita's ear. Anita heard her, appeared to be a trifle surprised then
smiled. The crowd appeared to be going crazy with anticipation.

After some unimpressive bidding, it was again the man with the
trimmed moustache who paid 25000 instead of the stipulated price of
20000 although he could have easily paid only 20000.

She again walked down to the man, now far more slowly than the first
time, unhooked the bra, took it off, again kissed him on the other
cheek and returned with her hands still on her now bare breasts.

"Breasts, tits" chorus pierced through the air.

She smiled sheepishly and turned her back to the audience and raised
both hands. They cheered and she turned slowly around, topless in her
bare feet and salwar. They all applauded especially our table. The
tatoos were accentuating her sensuality. Anita was visibly excited,
her nostrils were flared and she was looking eagerly out into the
audience. At times she looked hesitant, at times eager.

"Well, now it is the salwar. Who needs a pair of lovely salwar that
has adorned one of the sexiest pair of legs?"

The hammer finally went in favour of a table of local guys in the
corner who chipped in fifty thousand bucks. She sat on the edge of
the stage to wriggle out of the tight salwar and stood up, holding it
up in one hand, wearing only her panties. The crowd clapped loudly as
she walked through the tables to the corner where the entire table of
guys stood up. She kissed each one of them and Shekhar noted that a
couple of them attempted to grab her tits and one guy kept his hand
on her bare ass. The panties barely covered the pussy and leave the
buttock fully exposed. Now the dragon tatoo was also virtually fully
visible. Anita spoke something to the compere in his ear. It appeared
that she was hestant in stripping totally and wanted to come back but
the man pleaded with her to stay back and not to disappoint.

"Please, you know that we have spoken to your husband and he is not
averse to this. Remember the cause. " The compere said to her in a
confidential tone.

"Now for a moment of silence. . . " The compere said. There was
indeed sudden silence in the audience. "This is the moment of truth.
Anita, if you make it past this final step, you will win the
marvelous prize. We need a money and lots of it for this final step
towards Anita's total exposure and I want all of you to remember that
this is a good cause. I will now make a change in the rules. It is
now all right for even two tables to form a group to bid against
other tables. Also, Anita, you understand that you are to remain nude
for the rest of the evening, right? This may stimulate these people
to be more generous. Am I right?"

The applause was deafening and Anita was all smiles, and not much
else. She was unsure of her husband's reaction. Even Shekhar was
amazed as to how she had mustered up all this courage. The bidding
began and a large table of locals won the bid for 100000.
Reluctantly, she stripped off the panties and walked over to the
winning table to deliver them. She got a long and lingering kiss on
the lips from each of the 6 guys at the table, who appeared to be
young businessmen. Shekhar felt that at any moment they would start
sucking her brownish pink nipples which were fully erect with all
this excitement. Thankfully things did not come to that.

One of them pulled out a chair and invited her to sit down and the
liveried waiter brought her a complimentary beer, winking at her.

From where Shekhar, Barkha and her friend were sitting, she was just
sitting and having a beer and Shekhar was starting to get some
twinges of jealousy when she got up, received a couple of pats on her
bare ass and made her way back to their table.


Barkha's friend was dumbfounded as she came over and sat on Shekhar's
lap. She looked at each of them with mock seriousness and
said, "Remember, you are to tell no one, right?" All of them just
nodded, unable to keep their eyes off her body.

"Anita, "Barkha's friend stammerred. "You have a very shapely pubic
area. What I mean to say is that the triangle of hair there is too
sexy for words. "

"Thanks for the compliment. "Anita smiled blushing a little.

The waitress brought over a neatly folded towel and placed it on her
chair and she got off Shekhar's lap and sat down as if nothing had
happened. The music was turned up again and all sat back, drinking in
the atmosphere.

"C'mon, let's dance, this is a slow one. " Anita said.

Shekhar agreed, realizing that she was really enjoying the attention.
She was the only attractive young woman there without clothes and she
was enjoying every minute of it. Shekhar also was getting quite a
kick out of this exhibitionism thing and she was able to tell when
she pulled her bare body against me while dancing.

"My, my. Someone has a hardon. Admit it, this is fun, isn't it?" She
said as Shekhar dropped his hand to her shapely ass, slowly dancing.
He liked being the guy who got to dance with the naked girl, there
was no question about it.

As the evening wore on, Anita refused the offers to dance with the
strangers who came to their table but danced a fast dance with the
original bidder i. e. the guy with the trimmed moustache. That was
really a spectacle and a crowd gathered around them as they danced.
Those guys did not have a clue how to dance but Anita was getting
even sexier, her nipples standing out more than her husband had ever
seen before.

The place started to thin out as the night wore on and Anita was
called by Barkha to the room behind the stage. Anita pulled her hair
over the breasts to provide at least some cover but due to the
gravity the lower portion of the succulent nipples was still visible.
Shekhar lit a cigarette and waited for her.

Anita was surprised to see that the room was virtually empty. Only
the gentleman with the trimmed moustache was there.

"Hi!" he said looking straight into her eyes. "You are a lovely
dancer as well. " He had a deep sonorous voice.

"Well, thanx!" Anita said. She was decidedly uncomfortable being
alone with this man. From where they stood they could see Shekhar.

"My name is Amit and I am from Singapore. I own a steel plant
there. "the man said.

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"I see. " Anita said wondering where was Barkha.

"You are very beautiful in all respects. I could have easily bid the
highest amount but I wanted to see how fair you would be in dealing
with people who are not as rich as me. You are waiting for Barkha.
Actually your sandals have been misplaced so you will have to go home
in bare feet Your anklets are in my pocket and Barkha has gone to the
market to buy a pair of jeans and T shirt for you" Amit said.

Anita remained quiet.

"Look don't be afraid of me. " Amit said. He was close to her and as
he came closer she blushed even more. She was standing sideways so as
not to give him a front view of her pussy which was quite wet with
all the excitement. She did not even want to dress up. All she wanted
to do was to take the cheque, to go home and get Shekhar to fuck her.
Amit placed his hands on her buttocks.

"Smooth, very lovely. " His hands were virtually at the rear entrance
of her pussy as Anita stood virtually transfixed when they heard
Barkha's footsteps Here keep one anklet. The other I will keep as a
souvenir. This is not the last you have seen of me. "

He left the room just as Barkha entered with a T shirt and a pair of
jeans.

"I am so sorry, Anita. Things got a bit out of hand. Not only that
the people who had bid for your clothes refused to return them. This
was my mistake and something that I had overlooked. " Barkha
apologized.

"Who was this man?" Anita asked Barkha pulling the T shirt over her
head.

"The man who just left? He is Amit and is a very rich man. I thought
he would bid everything but for some reason he did not. " Barkha
replied. "Here is the cheque for one lakh and thanks a lot. "

Shekhar was getting impatient by the time she returned.

"What are these clothes?"

She explained everything to him one by one.

"You are such a darling. Had it not been for you I would not have had
the courage to strip. " Anita said kissing Shekhar on the lips.

"How do you say that?" Shekhar asked.

"Don't be naughty. You sent Barkha to tell me to go the whole way,
did you not?" Now Shekhar understood. His cock had been hurting him
ever since Anita had taken off the bra and shown her nipples. He
couldn't wait to get home and make mad love to her.

II

It was around 9 a. m when the door bell rang. Three days had passed
since that night. Shekhar had gone to New Delhi for two days and was
expected back by noon. The children had gone to school and Lakshmi,
the maid was working in the kitchen.

Anita got up and opened the door expecting it be the milkman. The
guest's face seemed familiar. Suddenly she realised that this was the
same millionaire from Singapore.

"Oh hello!" she said. "How are you?"

"Very fine. " He said "I am glad you recognized me. "

"Please come in. " Anita said.

Amit came inside and sat on a single sofa. Anita too sat on a
different chair. She was a bit uneasy since she was still wearing her
peach coloured nightie but what the heck! After all this person had
seen her naked just the other day so it did not really make much of a
difference. Since there was no common topic to discuss she asked
Lakshmi to prepare two cups of tea after which she could leave. The
tea came in no time and Lakshmi seemed poised to leave. Anita wanted
to ask her to stay around till the gentleman left but Lakshmi
appeared to be in a hurry while Amit appeared to be fully relaxed.

The tea was kept on the table. Anita asked Amit to start but he
appeared to be lost in some thoughts. Anita picked up her cup, took a
sip and kept it back on the table. Instead of taking a sip from his
cup, Amit picked up Anita's cup and took a sip from exactly where her
lips had touched the cup. Anita was at a loss for words.

"Anita! Listen to me. Very carefully. You are a very good girl. You
need to be loved. Not just by your husband who I am sure is an
excellent person but by someone who knows your worth. "

"I.. . I don't understand. " Anita stammerred. Somewhere deep inside
she was a bit afraid.

"Let me see your hands. " Amit said.

Anita did not know what to do. Before she could give him her hands,
he picked up her left hand.

"Very nice and soft. And these nails! Just the right length. Not too
long, not too short. Just right to dig into somebody's back when you
are in throes of passion. Right?" Amit asked. He did not wait for any
answer

"Okay, keep your foot here. " Amit said leaving her hand and before
she could act he bent down, picked up her bare foot and kept it on
the table.

"Lovely feet. So pretty. And the silver nail polish is my favourite.
But that day you were wearing red nail polish!Am I right? These are
the two colours that drive me crazy. " He said. "No anklet on one
ankle? Aw, that is with me. no? Well I'll take off the other one as
well and now I will tie these golden ones. "

"No, no. There is no need for golden anklets. " Anita protested.

"Anita, please let me do what I have come for. " Amit replied looking
in her eyes.

After tying the anklets his hands started sliding very slowly up her
leg upto the knee. From there he brought his hand towards her inner
thigh and again it proceeded upwards tantalizingly slowly. His other
hand was at her bare arms also stroking slowly. Amit's lips were
coming close to Anita's who was now reclining back. Soon he placed
his lips on hers.

"Anita, open your mouth. " Amit said.

Anita complied. By this time Amit's right hand was on her pussy
pressing the mound. As she opened her mouth he thrust his tongue
inside and with both his hands held her head and kissed her
violently.

He then withdrew his tongue, looked into her eyes. "Return the
favour. "It appeared to be more of a command than a request.

His hands slid down to her back and he pulled her close to him. Her
erect nipples pressed into his muscular chest and Anita too started
exploring the inside of his mouth with her tongue. He then picked her
up in his arms walked to their( Shekhar and Anita's) bed and put her
there. He then peeled off the nightie off her shoulder over her
breasts right down to her hip. Now unless Anita lifted her hips the
nightie could not get off her. Anita was blushing furiously and her
pinkish brown nipples were majestically erect. She lifted her hips
and within no time she was as naked as she was the other day.

"Lovely, you are too good. Now trust me. I will close your eys with a
band. This band is a better cousin of what you put on in an
aeroplane. I can tie your hands as well but I trust that you will not
take this off. Good. Now spread your hands apart. Your fingers can
point towards your head. " Amit said. Anita was not given much of a
chance to consent or refuse. She felt darkness engulfing her as the
soft band closed her eyes. She was quite comfortable but felt eery.

Anita could hear him stripping. Then there was silence for perhaps a
minute. God, where was he? She hoped that he was not a maniac. She
wondered whether she should open her eyes. Her hands were free. Then
she felt Amit's warm tongue over the nape of her neck, right down to
the ample cleavage. The tongue then moved to the aerolas carefully
avoiding the aching and erect nipples that were begging to be sucked.
The tongue again went to her mouth and plied it open. Her tongue was
sucked; hard. She too reciprocated. He licked every portion of her
face and special attention was paid to the earlobes and the inner
ear. His hands were on her hips and the tongue was now exploring her
belly button, then down until he was sucking the vertical line of
hair that she maintained over the opening of her pussy which with
sheer excitement was very wet. Involuntarily she started thrusting
her hip upwards.

She waited in anticipation for him to go to her pussy but he reversed
the direction. His tongue was now at her toes, the sole of her feet,
teasing and disturbing the anklets and then a slow upwards motion of
licking her inner thighs. He again stopped at the entry of the pussy.
By now Anita's moans were clearly signifying her desire to get
fucked.

"You want to get fucked?" Amit asked in a whisper.

Anita nodded.

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"You have no problems with that?" Amit's voice was still a whisper.

Anita shook her head.

He then took a deep breath of Anita's pussy odor, savoring its smell.
Then he extended his tongue and took his first taste of Anita's
luscious cunt. The flat of his tongue swept between her tight cunt
lips and brought an involuntary gasp from her throat. Almost against
her will, her hand moved behind his head.

"No, please keep your hands where they were. " Amit commanded.

His mouth glued itself to her pussy lips and he sucked hard, letting
his tongue curl deep into her moist cuntal passage and then twitch as
her interior muscles closed around it. He worked it around then out,
seeking the tip of her clit and teasing it, then nipping lightly,
expertly with his teeth.

Anita moaned and squirmed in delight. He moved to her open cunt slit
and took deep penetrating licks of her glistening cunt. He tongue
fucked her hard and deep. He continued to lick and suck, driving her
wild with his thrusting tongue. He loved the way her silken thighs
clenched around his face knowing she loved the way he sucked her
cunt, even if she didn't say so. Her juices flowed freely from her
pulsing cunt into his mouth.

"I can see that you are enjoying this and I am glad. Is it okay with
you if I ask you to return this favour too?" Amit asked.

Anita smiled and with her eyes still closed locate his erect cock.
She recalled her own revulsion when Bhasu had forced her. She bent
down and kissed the tip of it. Thereafter she opened her mouth and
gingerly took the head in her mouth. She knew by touch that Amit's
cock too was circumcised i. e. different from Shekhar's. She just
sucked on the head for a little while but she could feel that Amit
was getting impatient. He wanted her to take his full cock in her
mouth.

Anita's soft, naturally pink lips closed around the head of Amit's
cock. She felt it begin to enlarge even more as her tongue moved
along the shaft. Anita moved her head back and forth sucking as much
of the growing shaft into her throat as possible. Her moist, watery
mouth covered his cock shaft with hot saliva. His mushroom shaped
cockhead grew larger and more resilient with each passing second. The
rhythmic sucking and milking of her soft velvety mouth made Amit's
cock continue to enlarge. He was moving his hips back and forth as
her cocksucking mouth aroused him further. She could feel the light
prick of his black pubic hair inches from her cocksucking lips.

"Thanx. Now please lie on your back and you will let me do exactly as
I want. Don't be afriad. All you will get is pleasure. If you
disobey, please remember that at times I can be very nasty. "

Amit's tone was now not as soothing as it was but Anita knew that now
there was no way she could turn back from what she had brought upon
herself. At times she wanted to see what time it was lest Shekhar
return while she was merrily fucking away.

Amit now concentrated on her breasts after positining himself between
her legs. His cockhead was very lightly embedded in the folds of her
pussy lips. His actions in teasing the breasts was driving her
virtually insane. She could feel an orgasm building up inside her.
After about five minutes of tantalizing teasing she decided that
enough was enough. She placed one hand behind his head and pulled it
so that her erect nipple went into his mouth where he bit it lightly
with his teeth. Her other hand went to Amit's buttocks and a light
pull on her part made his cock enter her tight and very slippery
pussy. As he entered her he immediately withdrew and then started
fucking her by withdrawing fully and inserting fully. She could feel
his testicles clapping against her buttocks.

"Ahh!" she exclaimed as she climaxed and pulled Amit tightly over
her. Her ankles were locked over his back and her heels were digging
into his tail bone ensuring the deepest possible penetration
possible. They both stayed there very still for about five minutes.

"You are a combo of three things. You are very tight, very wet and my
God, you are really hot in there. Nature is wonderful coz cute girls
like you are capable of multiple orgasms. " Amit said. She found it
very nice to be addressed as a girl instead of as a woman.

Now Amit lay on his back and pulled her over him. Her luscious
breasts were on his chest, his cock buried deep inside her pussy due
to her weight and both her legs were apart;her feet placed near his
hip bone one on each side and her hands over his ears so that she
could guide her tongue or breasts into his mouth. She was busy
exploring his mouth with her tongue, alternating it by offering her
nipples to him which his mouth had no hesitation in grabbing.

She was enjoying this sexual escapade with a virtual stranger and it
was deeply satisfying when suddenly she felt something at the entry
of her ass hole. It was another cock trying to enter her. God what
was this! She tried to get up but Amit was holding her very tightly
over her back.

"I told you to keep quiet and do whatever you are asked to do. " Amit
whispered.

Her ass hole was virtually unused. It was only once in a while that
Shekhar had attempted sex there. The newcomer's cockhead gradually
found a place for itself and she noticed that her asswalls had held
the head in a very tight grip. Thankfully his cock appeared to be
very well lubricated. This was the moment when there were two cocks
inside her. The newcomer was perhaps very powerful. He picked her up
by the hips and slowly eased his cock inside her just as Amit's cock
went outside her pussy with just the head remaining in the folds of
her pussy. The entire sequence was so well coordinated that she
thought it appeared to be well rehearsed. As the initial pangs of
anxiety faded away she found this to be far more pleasurable than
anyhing she had ever experienced.

They were rough and gentle at the same time. Amit now lost no
opportunity in chewing her erect nipples which were now pinkish red
but she was past caring. This carried on for a while. She herself was
surpried that her asshole was accomodating a full cock with its
deepest penetration and when that withdrew she found Amit's cock
inside her with the deepest penetration. If they both thrust at the
same time would their cockheads touch? She laughed to herself just as
she shuddered and climaxed again and hugged Amit.

For a while the fucking stopped while she relaxed and savoured her
orgasms. She wondered whether this was a lovely dream. Now that she
had had two orgasms both the men wanted their own. Now they started
fucking her with a greater thrust and rhythm but though her pussy and
ass were a bit sore she found her body responding. There was no need
now for him to pull her hips back and forth. She was doing that on
her own and gradually the tempo increased.

Now that they too were carried away by the passions of fucking the
beautiful Anita both

men began to pump, to thrust themselves into her at the same time.
She could feel the

thin tissue that separated their shafts stretching. She had never
felt such a delightful

sensation. They were taking her to the heights of ecstasy. She knew
that they also must

be able to feel one another's shaft inside of her. How could they
help but feel them?

Each thrust and they drove into each other, their shafts pressing
together on

either side of the thin dividing wall.

The newcomer reached his climax first. His tool throbbed and expanded
until she

thought she would not be able to stretch anymore to accommodate him.
Oh God!She

thought she would be torn apart. Then she felt the hot streams of
sperm hosing inside

her, gushing into her bowels again and again. As she again hugged and
kissed Amit

almost involuntarily she felt that the limp cock in her ass with
drew. She reached her

third climax just as Amit was discharging inside her. As Amit's cum
kept discharging

into her pussy, she released from the grip that the newcomer was
holding her in lay on

her back with Amit on top of her and flexed her cunt muscles, trying
to milk every drop

from him. She moved her pelvis upward once more again to catch the
full force of his

jerking, shuddering cock as it continued to spew out the full load of
his hot seething

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sperm into her greedily drinking vagina. Her legs wrapped tighter and
tighter around his

waist as her body shook uncontrollably from the final orgasm he had
given her.

She dug her fingernails into his soft ass cheeks trying to get him to
keep fucking her, to

give her more cum. She was bathed in his sweat and her own and was
too exhaused

to get up and they both lay within one another's arms for almost
fifteen minutes which

were punctuated by Amit's light nibbles on her erect nipples wherein
he would hold it

between his teeth and give a light tug. She was too tired to chide
him. So exhausted was

she that she was beyond caring as to who would arrive.

After a while Anita got up and went into the bathroom and stood under
the shower for ten minutes. Suitably refreshed she emerged to find
that Amit was not on the bed. She put on a T shirt and a pair of
shorts without any undergarments. Amit was in the drawing room fully
dressed.

"Hi! You all right?" he asked.

Anita nodded.

"Good! I don't really know how to say but still what has to be said
has to be said. You know that with the amount of wealth that I have
it is not difficult for me to get any girl. There are girls who are
beautiful and stupid;there are girls who are beautiful and smart. I
could have got any of them. But still I came to you. Why? Because
you, Anita are different. You are beautiful, intelligent and sexy but
above all you have a heart of gold. I was deeply impressed by what
you are doing for the unfortunate children. That is the basic reason
why it was so important to take you to the heights of sexual ecstasy.
You too should be rewarded for what you have done and are doing.
Taking you out for dinner or buying clothes/jewellery for you would
have been so common and virtually meaningless. I am sure that your
husband loves you a lot; anybody would love you; and that he
satisfies you as well. But there is a difference between mere
satisfaction and reaching the ultimate zenith to which I have tried
to take you. I hope I have succeeded. Here are two cheques. One is
for four lakhs in the name of the charitable institution and the
other is a blank cheque for one lakh. I would be very happy if out of
this amount you gave something to whosoever you deem fit. Of course
you yourself can also keep it but I know that somebody like you who
is so concerned for the have-nots will go out of her way to find the
deserving. "

All throughout Anita had been silent.

"At least say something before I leave or I will harbour the guilt
that you think that I have used you. That is why I ensured your
privacy. You did not see the face of the other person and he did not
see yours either. " Amit said as he got up and opened the door.

"Thanks. " Anita smiled and stood on her toes to plant a kiss on his
lips.

"You are welcome, darling. This is my card. You can throw it into the
dustbin but if you feel that you ever want to see me again I promise
I will not let you down. Another thing, if you concieve and you feel
that the child is mine, let me know and he/she will inherit a portion
of my wealth. I need no proof from a person as upright and lovely as
you are. "

Anita watched as a black Mercedes Benz with a liveried chauffeur at
the wheels parked itself at the entrance. As Anita started to come
out to bid him goodbye he said, "Please do not bother. Your bare feet
will get dirty. They are so pretty. "

"I will not come to the road. Just till the verandah. They will not
get dirty till there. In any case I remain bare footed in the
house. "She smiled.

"Well, okay. Bye! take care. Love you and convey my love to all who
you hold dear. " Amit said as he sat in the rear of the limousine.

After his departure Anita wondered whether all this was a dream or
real! It was said that life was stranger than fiction. Would anyone
believe this actually happened if she were to tell someone? She
looked at the time. 11. 30 A. M. God! Shekhar would be arriving any
time. She looked at the card in her hand. She rushed into the bedroom
and fumbled in the almirah for her diary to note down the contact
number and to keep the blank cheque.

"Hi, love! Gosh, am I tired?" Shekhar said hugging her. " Hullo, what
do we have here? A cheque for four lakhs? But you told me that you
had managed one lakh the other day. " Shekhar was surprised.

"Yes, but today a man came and said that the gentleman from Singapore
who had bid initially has sent this. " Anita replied.

"That is curious. He decided suddenly that the amount he had paid was
insufficient and so sent another four lakhs. Hmmm. I am sure you have
been upto some mischief. Naughty girl!" Shekhar laughed as he hug her
and carried her into the bedroom.

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Pehli Chudai Ka Dastan

main ANJU(Name changed) hu, main aaj aapko apni paheli chudai ki
dastan sunati hu, meri english achi nahi hai, isliye mai hindi mai
likh rahi hu.
Yeh 2 saal pahle ki baat hai, mai tab 12th class mai padti thi. Meri
umar 17 saal thi, ht 5ft 1inch thi, mera badan najuk tha mera size
33/26/34 tha, mere boobs chote the, main gori thi, mere baal bahut
lambe aur ghane kaale the. Meri ek badi bahan thi jiski shadi 2saal
pahle ho chuki thi. Ab mai apne maa baap ki ekloti ladki thi, mummy
paapa ke alwa hamari DADI bhi saath rahti thi. Hum 1st Flr par rahte
the aur niche ke floor par hamne 2 Kiraydaar rekhe hu the. Niche floor
mai Ek Teacher bhi rahte the "Shivam Mishra"jinse mai tuetion padhti
thi. Wo 32-33 saal ke the, unke 2bacche aur Biwi saath rahti the.
Shivam ji ki mai bahut respect karti thi, aur kabhi socha bhi nahi tha
wahi wo honge jo mujhe pahli baar chodenge.
Halanki school mai bahut ladke mujhe line marate the, par mai bahut
darti thi. Meri ek saheli thi "Nisha", usko uska Padosi ladka kai baar
chod chuka tha. Aur wo mujhe sab kuch batati thi. Mera man bhi bahut
karta tha, par dar bahut lagta tha. Sorry sayad tum boreho rehe
hoge.........ab mai aage batati hu
Shivam mujhe Maths padathe, maine kai baar note kia tha ki wo mere
badan ko bahut ghurte the. Par maine kabhi waisa nahi socha tha. Ek
baar mujhe unhone ek MAGAZINE di aur kaha ANJU ise akle mai padana
kisi ko mat batana. Us din me pura bekraar rahi, raat ko maine apne
kamre mai wo Magazine Kholi to dang rah gai usme Chudai ki tasveere
thi, bilkul nangi. Main bilkol laal ho gai...maine ek-ek tasveer dekh
daali. Mere poore badan mai aag si phal gai. Itne mai Phone ki ring
baji, maine phone uthya to SHIVAM the. ANJU Kaisi lagi KITAB, meri to
aawaj hi nahi nikal rahi thi. Wo bole ANJU, ghabrao nahi mai tumhe
aise hi maje doonga. Kisi ko batana mat. Agle din tuetion main mai
unse aankh nahi mila paa rahi thi. Aur wo mujhe smile de rahe the. Us
raat phir 12baje unka phone aaya, wo bole ANJU phone ki tone kam
kardo, koi sun na le. Phir wo bole tune kabhi kiss kiya hai. Maine
kaha "Nahi".
"Kya? wow mai tumhe kiss karoo....." Maine kaha "nahi plz""Accha phone
par to kar sakte hai" aur wo mujhe manane lege, aur gigidane lege.
Akhhir maine kaha "OK phone par kar lo""Unhone phone par mujhe lambi
si kisssss ki." main garam hone lagi thi ek ajeeb si sihran mere pure
badan mai dodne lagi.wo bole"ye tere hote par, ter gore gaalo
par....kiss...tere mummo par, teri patli kamar par...."main bilkul
laal ho gai thi"teri CHUT par" chut sonte hi main kapane lagi. Wo bole
tu ab mujhe kiss kar, miane mana kar diya, wo phir request karne lage.
Maine kaha "OK, lo kissss""Hi meri Urmila (main thodi urmila ki tarah
dikhti hu), i love you""wo bole kahan par ki hai, Maine kaha "Lips
par" Wo bole "Plz mere LUND par karna...kitna taras raha hai tere hote
se choswane ke liye"Main to pagal ho gai..mere kaano mai jaise garam
loha dal dal gaya ho.......aur maine phone rakh diya. Baad main ring
kai baar baji par maine nahi uthya. us raat main so na saki. Agle din
maine yeh sab NISHA ko bataya, wo to mushkara di kahane lagi "Tu cheez
hi aisi hai ki koi bhi pagal ho jaaye..bechara Shivam, Sun wo
experienced he KHUB maje dega..ek baar CHUDWA kar dekh to sahi"
Us din mai tuetion nahi gai, raat ko 12baje phir Shivam ka phone aaya,
wo phone par MAPHI maangne lega. Mera dil bhi pasij gaya, Maine kaha
"Main NARAZ nahi hu, its ok". He become happy, "Kya hum phone par to
kar sakte hai" usne mujhe manaya, mai maan gai. Phir usne mujhe
30minute tak PHONE par sexual baaten ki. Aisi gandi gandi garam
babtain ki mai 2baar jhad gai. Aur wo tab tak baaten karta raha jab
tak maine unhe 5 REAL LIPS KISSES dena ka promise nahi kar diya.
Agle din unki BIWI aur BACCHE gaon chale gaye, Ab wo room main akle
rahte the. Raat ko unhone mujhe phone kiya aur ROOM main aane ko kaha,
mai nahi maani aur kaha, "AGAR tumne aur kuch bhi kiya to". Unhone
kasam khai aur Kahan "Meri JAAN, bas 5kiss Karoonga, aur kuch nahi,
Promise". Baad me, mai maan gai aur apne room ko dheere se band karke
niche ground floor par unke room ke bahar aa gai, halke se darwaja
khula aur unhone mujhe hath pakar kar andar kheech liya. Andar bilkul
andhera tha. Unhone darwaja andar se band kiya. Aur usne mujhe deewar
ke sahare khada kar diya, aur mere hoton ko chumne lega, dheere dheere
bite karte hue wo mere lips chusne laga, unki juban mere dato par
dabaw daal rahi thi, meh samajh gai wo mere mumah me apni juban dalna
chahte hai, mujhe bahut sharam aa rahi thi aakhir maine apna muh khol
diya aur unki juban mere muh me aa gai, unhone meri juban ko kas liya
aur suck karne lage...mai to pagal si ho gai, jaise janant kaa mazza
aa raha ho, mujhe nahi maloom tha ki itna mazza aata hai, jab kissing
me itna mazza hai to us sab me kitna hogo....wo mujhe suck kiye ja
rahe the, phir maine mahsoos kiya unke haath meri peeth par chal rahe
the, aur unhone mujhe apni aur kas liya tha ab main unse chipki hui
thi, unka garam badan aur saanse main mahsoos kar rahi thi...phir unka
baya haath meri waist par ruk gaya, aur baya haath dheere se mere
baayi chuchi par aa gaya..
meri to saans hi ruk gai, main poori tarah se kaanp gui, aur maine
kasmasakar unko hatane ki nakam kosise ki, par unhone mujhe kas ke
dabocha hua tha...maine kahan,"Please ruk jaao, pleeeeeeeeeee". aur wo
ruk gay kaha, "Kya hua". Maine kahan, "Please inhe haath mat lagao",
"Hamari sirf KISS tak thi, ye to bahut jyada hai, mai yah sab nahi
karoongi.......please""Mujhe jaane do" Wo bole, "OK BABA, kiss ki thi
to PAANCH kiss to do.....ABHI to ek hui hai" Par main nahi maani,
aakhir wo manate rahe, kareeb 10 minute tak manate rahe aur rone bhi
lage, mujhe baad me taras aa gaya aur main sirf CHAAR baanki kiss ke
liye tyar ho gai. Unhone mera face apne haatho me liya aur mere lower
lips ko chusne lage...chuste rahe karreb 3-4minute tak main betaab ho
gai, unhone mere haath ko pakad kar apne kandhe par rakh kar lapet
liya, meri chuchiya unki jhati se sat gai thi, aur phir unhone apne
haatho ko meri peeth par pharna suroo kar diya, phir isi tarah se
karte hu unhone phir se mujhe french kissinng me uljha liya...main
poori tarah se kho gai, phir unhone kahan ki mai deewar ki taraf muh
kar ke khadi ho jau, main maan gai ab main deewar ki taraf thi aur
meri peeth unki taraf thi, unhone phir meri waist par haath rakh kar
mere kaan ke neeche jeebh se chatne lage, main pagal ho gai, itna
mazza aa raho tha, phir dheere-2 unhone neck par bites karni soori ki,
main ahhae bahrne lagi thi....
unhone mere kaan me kahan kaha, "ANJU meri jaan, tu bahut namkeen hai,
i luv u", mai sirf "shivvvvvvvvam" hi kah saki ki maine mahsoos kiya
meri ass ke beecho beech unka wo garam loha laga hua tha, aur i think
wo mere pheeche beena under wear ke lage hu the, mujhe dar bhui laga
aur accha sa laga, mai excite si ho gai, aur apni gaand unki taraf kar
di taaki unka wo theek se adjust ho sake. Unke haath ab dheere se meri
salwar ke naade par aa gaya unhone mujhe kiss karte hua ek jhatke se
meri salwar khol di, meri salwar neeche gir gai, toorant hi unhone
meri kacchhee bhi kas ke pakad le aur utarne lage, ab meri nangi gaand
par unka lund laga hua tha, phir unhone meri kameez uparki maine bhi
sahuliyat ke liye haath upar kar diye, meri kameez utarne ke baad
unhone piche se meri bra ka hook bhi khol diya, aur ek jhatke se meri
bra hataa kar dur phak di, main to sharam se laal ho gai, pahli baar
kisi mard ke saamne nangi ho rahi thi. wo to room mai andhra tha warna
to main mar jaati. phir unhone mere peeche se hi mere boobs ko pakad
liya aur malne lage, unhone nipples ko masalna start kiya tho main cry
karne lagi, par unhe koi parwa nahi thi bulki mujhe deewar ke sahare
kas ke daboocha hu tha, meri gaand par unka lund sataa hua tha, aur
mere boobs unki muthi me the unhone ungli aur anguthe ke beech mere
niplees ko badardi se masal rahe the. Main pagal si ho gai thi, 10
minute baad unhone mujhe chhodo aur bed par baitane ko kaha, main
baith gai unhone bed ke side wala lampshade ON kar diya, jaise hi
rosni hui main apne badan ko chupane lagi aur chadar kheech kar apni
aur karne lagi, par unhone wo chadar phak di..
main ek kabootri ki tarah apne shikari ke samne thi, aur wo mujhe upar
se niche tak nihar rahe the unka lamba tana hua lund mere samne tha
maine sharama kar aankhe band kar li, unhone kahan, "ANJU anakhe kholo
aur isko pyar karo, pakdo", "Nahi please"unhone jabardasti mere haatho
ko apne lund par rakh diya, "Pata hai yeh 8 inchi lamba, aur 3inchi
chodo hai", "chal sali ise muh me le, meri Randi'. RANDI sunte hi
maine turrant aankhe khol di aur gusse se unko dekha, wo samajh gay,
bole yaar sex main RUDE hona padta hai tabhi to mazza hai. "chal chus
ise, chat kulfi ki tarah, dekhna aur TUN jayega", "nahin, plz...ye
nahi aur kuch bhi kahoge karoongi par muh me nahi, please", wo mayush
ho gay. "Koi baat nahi jaan, chal ab let ja"aur mai let gai ab wo
kahde hue the mai bed par aadhi leti hui thi mere legs jammi par the,
unhone mere legs pakad kar phela liye, aur apne lund ki topi meri chut
ke upar rakh di, "ANJU jaan, thora dard hoga...please", maine haa mai
sar hila diya aur unhone ek jahtka diya unka aadha topa meri chut
phadta hua andar ghus gaya, main dard se chila uthi aur rone lagi, wo
ruk gaye aur, meri gaand utha kar ek gol takaya niche rakh diya, ab
meri chut thoda upar ho gai thi, wo mere upar jhuk gay mere hoto ko
apne muh me le kar, lund ka ek jor daar jhatka diya, meri cheekh hi
nikal te nkal te rah gai,

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contd...

unhone mere hoto ko apne hoto se seal kar rahkha tha, par me dard se
karha rahi thi, aur wo ruk gay the, unka aadha lund ghus chuka tha,
2-3 minute ke bad unhone dheere dherre andar bahar karna start kiya,
main abhi bhi dard se mari ja rahi thi, phir ruk kar unhone kahaa,
"Saali agar tu muh me le leti to lund chikna ho jata aur tujhe ab itna
dard nahi hota, ab sukha le..." aur thoda ruk kar ek jordar jhatka
diya, sanasanata pura lund meri chut mai ghuss gaya, ab wo nahi ruke
aur mujhe chodne lage, bijli ki tarah unka lund andar bahar aa raha
tha, aur mai dard se tadap rahi thi, 8-10 minute ke baad mujhe bhi
khub mazza aane laga maine apne legs unki kamar par kanchi ki tarah
kas diye aur main bhi ab gaand utha utha kar rythem dene lagi, wo
bole, "sabash rani, ab tu randi ho gai hai".
main is doran 3-4 baar chut chuki thi, aur wo the ki rukne ka naam
nahi tha. 15-16 minute chodne ke bad, unhone mujhe ghodi ban jane ko
kaha, mai uth kar farash par aa gai aur ghodi style me ho gai, unhone
meri kamar pakad kar apna lund peeche se meri chut me daal diya, mujhe
phir dard hone laga, par unhone mujhe smajhaaya ki baada me mazza
aayega ye sab se achchi style hai (Meri shehali bhi yehi kahti thi).
Main maan gai aur peeche push kar kar ke rythem milane lagi, 10-12
minute ke baad wo meri chut me jehad gaye. is tarah se hum dono poori
tarah thak chuke the. aur saath saath let gay.....unhone mujhe pyar se
chumma...Thodi der baad unhone mujhe ek goli di, kahan ye khale tu
pregnant nahi hogi, ab mai samjhi unhone condom kyo nahi lagaya tha...
kuch der baad unhone mujhe khan "ANJU aur mazza legi", aur unhone apna
lund jo ki phir khada ho gaya tha mere hath me de diya, "Please ise
pyar karo". Maine kahan "Nahi ye sab mujhe accha nahi lagata, aap iske
siva kuch bhi kahenge mai karrongi""Thik hai, ab mujhe tumhari GAAND
chaiye" main dar gai "Nahi"par unhone mujhe ulta kiya aur meri gaand
par apna lund tika diya, mai samajh chuki thi ab mujhe gaand deni hi
padegi (meri saheli bhi gaand marwa chuki hai, kahti thi ki ke kuch
mard ki hawas isi se shant hoti hai) yeh soch kar mai maan gai ki jab
inhone mujhe itna mazza diya he to main bhi inko kyo naa khush karu.
aur maine apni gaand unke lund ki taraf adjust kar di, ab main neeche
pait ke bal leti hui thi aur wo mere upar lete hue the unka lund meri
gaand par tika tha, unhone phir se 2 takiye liye aur mere stomach ke
neeche rakh diye, ab meri gaand upar ho gai thi unhone mere gaand ke
ched par thuk lagaya aur lund tika diya, phir ek gahri sanns li aur
dheere-2 lund ghusane lage, unka topa hi andar ja saka, par meri
cheekh nikalne wali thi... unhone phir thuk lagaya aur try kiya lekin
wo nahi gaya.
main bhi cheekh rokne ke liye danto se apne lower lips ko bheech rakha
tha. Abke unhone mujhe ghodi style me kiya aur lamp shed ki light
adjust kar di, ab meri gaand ka ched unhe saaph nazar aa raha tha,
unhone phir thuk lagaya aur lund ko ched pe tika ke meri kamar pakad
kar teji se dhaka diya ...cheeeeeeerrrrrrrrr.. unka aadhe se jyada
lund ghus gaya tha......phir wo nahi ruke....andar-bahar---aur mera
rona nikal raha tha, par mazza bhi bahut aane laga......kareeb15minute
baad wo ruke aur andar hi nikal diya...Is tarah raat ke 3baj chuke
the, maine apne kapade pahne aur apne room main chali gai...agle din
main bistar se uth bhi nahi saki, main school nahi gai, fever ka
bahane maar kar leti rahi. Raat ko phir 11baje unka phone aaya, laakh
kosis ke bawjood main apne ko rok nahi saki, aur unke room main phir
aa gai...that night he shown me a XXX of sucking lund , unhone aakhir
mujhe manahi hi liya, and i had to give him blowjobs....yah sab agle 6
raat tak chala, unhone mujhe khub pyar diya, har tarah se, har style
me mujhe chodo.. .unhone mujhe bistar ke saath baandh kar bhi sex
kiya.... 7 din baad unki wife aa gai... aur hamine wo sab rokna
pada... baad me unhone apne ek dost ke Flat ka intzaam kiya, par hum
3-4baar hi kar paye. Phir unki biwi ko pata chal gaya aur wo chale
gaye, phir koi contact nahi kiya... par main aaj tak unhe nahi bhuli
halanki baad me mere 2boy friend bhi bane par un me wo baat nahi thi.


Paheli chudai ki dastan -2

Main ab aage ki daastan likh rahi hu. Is baar main apna actual naam
daal rahi hu.
Jaisaaki maine bataya tha agale din main bistar se uth bhi nahi paa
rahi thi to maine school se chutti le li. Aur apne bistar par hi padi
rahi. Pure din main neshe se me thi baar baar pichli raat ki yaad aati
rahi aur me madhosh hone lagati. Apni bekraari main chipa nahi paa
rahi thi maine 2 baje ke kareeb Nisha ko phone kar ke apne ghar bula
liya aur ushe apni biti raat batai. Wo bahut khus hui aur usne mujhe
kuch sex technique/angle baatye. Usne mujhe latada bhi ki gaand itni
jaldi nahi dete, condom use me lena, aur ki mujhe Shivam ka lund muh
me lena chahiye tha etc.
Kareeb 4 baje Shivam ka phone aaya us waqt Nisha bhi thi usne mera
haal chal pucha aur aaj raat phir aane ko kaha. Maine saaf mana kar
diya ki main bahut dard me hu. Par jab raat hui to main bechan hone
lagi, 11 baje Unhone mujhe phir phone kiya aur bahut request ki maine
OK kaha par ek shart par ki aaj wo chudai nahi karenge. Unhone bhi
shart rakhi ki mujhe saree pahan kar aana hoga wo saree unhone hamare
common bathroom ke cupboard me rakh di. Maine bathroom me ja kar wahan
saree, blouse & patikot dekha, wo saree laal color ki thi maine ek do
baar unki wife ko yahi saree pahne dekha tha. kher maine wo sab pahna
liya aur sidha unke room me pahuch gai. Andar tablelamp ki roshni thi
aur Shivu bed par baite hu mera besabri se intzaar kar rahe the. jaise
hi main andar gai wo mujhe dekh the hi rah gay unhone mujhe baho me
lakar utha liya aur bistar par daal diya, aur mere upar let gaye. Mere
lips ko chuste hu wo bole "Tu dulhan lag rahi hai, Sheetal" Maine pyar
se pucha tumne mujhe saree me aane ko kyo kahan. "Tu nahi samjhegi
rani, main tujhe apni BIWI ke roop main dekhnaa chahta tha". Main
sharma gui aur unki chati me apna muh chipa liya, "Bol Sheetal, pata
hai ek ladki ki pahli chudai jo karta hai wo uske PATI saman hota hai,
JANEMAN...uff tu meri BIWI hoti, teri DHEERE DHEERE le ta, tu aaram se
khane wale kheer hai...tera ek ek por ka luft hai.....kahan thi tu ab
tak...wow " kahte hu unhone muje sine se kas liya, aur mujhe kiss per
kiss karne lage.
Maine bhi apni baho me unko lapet liya, ''Sheetal kal maine bahut
jaldi-jaldi kiya tha, mujhe dar tha kahin ye ek sapna ho...par aaj
main tumhe asli pyar dunga, acchi tarah se ". Unke hath mere mammae ko
napane lage, dono haath lagte hi mere mamme shakat hone lage aur saath
hi unke haatho ki pakad. Unhone mere saaree utarni suroo kar di aur
phak di, ab unke haath mere blouse par the unhone use ek hi jhatke se
phad diya, ab main bra aur petikot ma leti hui thi aur wo mujhe nihar
rahe the. Unhone mujhe baithne ko kaha aur pass aakar mere lips ko
dheere se chumne lage, unki ungliya mere sir ke baalo par ghumne lagi
aur unhone mere baal khol diye.....uff TERI JHULFO, aaj inhe khula
rahne de...main bhi kiss karne lagi, unhone meri aankho me me dekha
aur kaha, "Sheetl, ek baar kaho..patiji...please".."Nahi mujhe sharam
aati hai...uu Pati ji, aap mere pati ho". aur maine unhe kas liya.
unhone mujhe khub kiss kiya, face par, gaal par, gale par. Aur unhone
meri bra ko pheeche se khol diya me sambhal pati ki unhone apne muh me
mera baya boob le liya aur daaye ko muthi me kas kar dabane lage.
"Kya, shakat mummae hai tere..uff sheetal" dheere -2 unhone mujhe phir
se lita diya, ab unka ek haath mere petikot ke naade par pahuch gaya,
unhone use kheecha aur mere peti kot ko dono haatho se neeche karne
lage.
maine bhi sahuliyat ke liye apni gaand upar kar di, maine dikha wo is
muskara rahe the. Ab unki nazar meri panty par thi...wo jhuke aur meri
kamar ko dono hoto se pakad kar upar kiya aur apne daanto se panty ko
kheechane lage, main bhi apni gaand upar uta di. ab main bilkul nangi
thi aur wo mere pairo ke beech baithe kar apne kapde utarne lage.
Kapde utarne ke baad unhone mere dono mammo ko kas liya aur mamme ke
bheech me jeebh pharne lage, maine bhi apni baho se unke sir ko jakad
liya aur apne mamme upar ko kar diye, unhone mere dono haatho apne sir
se pakad kar bistar ke hud se baanth diya aur muskara kar bole, "Meri
jaan dekh aisa karne se teri chuchi kitni ubhar gui
hai..ww.......saali kya cheez hai tu", aur unhone mere boobs ko jeebh
se chatna start kar diya ek haath se wo mere tips ko masal rahe the
aur dusari tips par unke daanth kaatne lage..
..phir dheere dheere wo meri nabhi par kis karte hu aa gay..ruk kar
unhone mujhe nabhi par kaath khaya..ooouchh uff please...phir unhone
mujari kamar par kaath khaya..unki ek ungli meri chut par ghumene lagi
dheere=dheere unhone wo meri chut me ghusa di........uff main tadap
gai, mere haath bandhe te warna main bhaag padti ab wo mere side me
let gaye par unki ungli nahi ruki wo andar bahar ho rahi thi, mujhe
bhi mazza aaane lagaa aur main ahahe barne lagi. Achanak wo ruke aur
maire pairo ke bheech main aa gay. Shivu ne maire haath khol diye, aur
mere pair uthaye aur apne kandho par rakh diya unka tana hua lund meri
chut se ek inch door tha Shivam ne meri aankho me dekha "chodu rani".
Maine sharma kar sir hila diya aur pani chut khud hi lund se sata di,
"Pati ji dheere se please". Unhone meri gaan uthai aur ek takiya
neeche rakha, dheere se pane lund ka topa meri chut me dalne lage.
Manine bhi gaand aur upar kar di shivam ne meri choonchi ko pakada
dano ko masalte hue, apne lund ko sheedha khusane lage, abhi unhone ek
bhi dhakah nahi maara tha, par unka aadha lund ghus gaya tha.

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merichoonchi ko dabathe ke daane kheechte hue, shivam muskaray aur
bole "ek baar me pura lagi", 'hu, pati ji ab tumhari hu jaisa aap
chaihe" par unhone apna lund bahar nikalaa main kuch samach pati ek
jhatke se apna pura lund ghussa diya. main apni cheekh badi muskil se
roke pai aur apni aankhe band kar li...wo thodi der ruke rahe. Meri
chut unke itne mote lode ko smbhalne ki kosishish kar rahi. Maine jab
aankhe kholi to wo bole, "Abhi ek inch baaki hai" aur ek aur jhatka
diya, aur unki balls meri chut par takra gai. Aur ab wo mujhe chodne
lage, mere pairo ki payal unke dhakko ke saath bajane lagi. me baar
baar sharma rahi tu uski aawwaz se. Unke haath abhi bhi meri choochi
aur daane ko masal rahe the. Dheere dheere dard maza me badal gaya aur
me bhi gaand utha utha kar saath dene lagi. Jab unka lund pura ghusta
tha wo mere daane ko nakhone se bheeche the aur me kasmasa kar rah
jaati thi. Isi ise tarah danaa dan chudai chal rahi thi. Thodi der
baad unhone mere pair uthay aur mere sir ki tarf jhuka diye ab main
double ho gai, aur meri chut shyad ab unhe aur jyada dikh rahi thi.
Unhone ek-do takiye aur meri gaand ke niche rakhe, ab unhone meri
patlisi kamar ko pakad kar teji se chudai karni sooru kar di. Ab me
escasty me thi aur apni aankhe band kar, "shivvvvam..Pati jeeeeeee
aise aise hi aur kas kar plese jor se chodo aur ..jor se..chodo pha
ddo meri choot apni Sheetal ki biwi ki chut". Usne apna lund roka aur
apne ek haath se pakad kar meri chut me ghummane lage.
Main sach me pagal ho gai. Unka massive lund meri kasi hui chut ko
chodi kar raha tha. Ab wo mere upar chuke gai aur phir se apni tej
chudai karne lage, mere dono paro ko ab unhone side me kar ke apni
kamar se lapet liya. Aur mere mere upar aur chuk gai unka pasina mere
choochiyo par gir raha tha. par wo rukne ka naam nahi le rahe the main
2-3 baar chad chuki thi. Wo upar uae aur meri gaand ko apne lund ki
taraf kas liya, meri to jaan hi nikal gai......aur is tarah se unhone
mere andar apna virya daal diya. Hum thodi der uhi pade rahe. Main
unhe kiss karti rahi......Thodi der baad maine unke murjhaye hue lund
ko apne haatho me liya, unke se muh se aah nikal gai, "Sheetal, uhh
pleeeesseee," unhone meri aankho me dekha aur jaise mannat maang rahe
ho, maine wicked smile di aur apne hotho ko daat se kaate hue kahan,
"Patiji, agar aap bura naa maane to main aaap ka lund chusna chati hu,
pleeeeeese" Aur main unke pairo ke beech me aakar baith gai, maine
dono haatho se usko pakada maire baal
gir kar phel gai maine lund ki tip par dheere se kis kiya, apne baalo
ko wapis kamar peeche dal diya aur dekha shivam mujhe bade chaav se
dekh raha tha, maine uski taraf dekh kar aankh maari aur wapis apne
hoto ko lund par rakh diya, ab main usse kiss karne lagi side se, upar
se, dheere dheeere wo tanne laga, mere kaano me shivam ki aahe sunai
pad rahi thi, jo mujhe aur excite kar rahi thi, phir maine us lund ki
tip ko muh me le liya, lund ke base ko apne haatho se kas kar me apne
muh ko upar neeche kar ne lagi, wo bilkul tan gaya, mere muh me ab wo
phas raha tha, jab mujhse aur nahi hua to maine use kuphi ki tarh
chatna sooro kar diya, SHIVAm to machal hi gaye, ab mujhe ek IDEA aur
aaya (Nisha ne bataya tha) main uth kar shivam ke khade lund par pani
chut touch karne lagi, apne haath se lund ko position de kar maine
uski tip par apni chut rakh di aur upar se force dene lagi par sirf
tip hi meri chut main ghus pai, maine tarsati nighaho se shivam ki
tarf dekha wo ishara samajh gaye, unhone meri kamar ko pakad kar kas
ke niche kiya ek jhatke se unka aadhe se jyada lund ghus gaya. Unhone
apne gutne mode taki meri kamar ko sahara mil sake ab main dheere
dheere upar neeche hone lagi aur shivu abi bhi meri kamar ko pakade
hue tha.
Chudai karte hue main jhuk jaati ki meri choochi ko wo kiss kare kare
par jaise hi wo kiss ke liye try karta main upar ho jaati..shivu ko
tang karne me mazza aa raha tha. "Shitu, pleeesse, apni chut me lund
ko ghuma..." aur unhone meri kamar kas kar is tarah se daaye -baaye
ki, laga meri chut unke lund ke charo aur ghum rahi hai. Sach bahut
mazza aane laga, main bhi apni gaand aur kamar ko ghumna soooru kar
diya "Shabash, meri raani.." "Ab apni chut ki musscle se mere lund ko
bheech....andar hi apni chut se kas mere lund ko".
Maine try kiya, sahi me main unka lund sqeeze kar paa rahi ti. ab to
mat puchoo maine apni aankhe band kar li aur chudai ka mazza lene
lagi. Ab shivam ne mujhe pose change karne ko kaha aur meri chut se
bina lund nikale wo bistar ke edge par aa gaya, ab shivam ke par
jameen ki taraf latke hue the, main unki goad me thi is tarah wo ab
mer choochi ko muh me lene lage, aur maine phir se chudai start kar
di, beech beech main lund ko sqeeze karti, aur apni gaand
ghumati..."Shitu, meri jaan...mazaa aa gaya.....bol kya chahiye
tujhe..main sab doonga, tune aaj meri tammanna poori ki hai", "Mujhe,
apne patni maana hai, to mujhe apne bacche ki maa bhi banao...mujhe
garbhwati banna hai" maine sharam se laal ho gai, "uuuuu do you mean
it, sheetal". "hu, aap mujhe agle 5 ve din baad chodna, un dino main
pregnant ho sakti hu".
Shivu excite ho gaye aur mujhe bistar par lita kar maire dono pair
uthaye aur apna khada lund ek hi jhatke se pura ghusa diya, aur mujhe
pailne lage, maine bhi apane pairo se unko lapet kar kas liya.. wo
apna aadhe se jyada lund bahar nikalte aur takada jhatka dete ki pura
hilt tak ghus jaaye...maine apni aaankhe band kar rakhi thi aur unki
raftaar ke saath apni gaand bhi utha-2 kar dene lagi...aur unke dhakko
se match karne lagi. "Sheetal, Squeeze bhi kar...rannnnnnniii..aa"
raftaar itni tej thi ki pata hi nahi lagaa kab ham jhad gaye. Hum buri
tarah se thak chuke the aur ek dosre ki baho me let gaye. kareeb 10
minute baad shivu ne mere kaan me kaha, "Jaan, BF dekhegi". Maine haa
karti isse pahle hi unhone remote uthoya aur VCD on kar diya, phir
unhone ek headphone khud aur ek mere kaan par laga diya. Ab hum khul
kar film ki sound bhi sun sakte the. Main pahli baar ek BF dekh rahi
thi, usme lund ka chusna, chudai, gaand chudai.. maine itna kabhi nahi
socha tha. Main baar baar apni aankhen band kar leti thi, aur shivu
mujhe dekhne ko kahte...film khatam hote hi, shivu ne apna lund mere
haatho me de diya. Wo phir tana hua tha "Jaaneman, please bura mat
mannaa..main tumse ek cheej aur maangta hu, pleee"
"Hu bolo", "Mujhe, GAAND bhi chahiye pleee". Main dar gai (Nisha ne
bhi mujhe manna kiya tha) "Nahi pleee, bahut darad hota hai". "Aaaj,
main aaram se karoonga...tail yaa vaseline laga kar
karoonga.....plee". Wo manate rahe aur mujhe chumte rahe.."pata hai
tere badan me sabse mast teri gaand hai, isi ne to mujhe pagal banaya
hai..uff teri chikni gaand...Rani, jab bhi teri gaand dekhta hu lund
khada ho jataa hai..plese, ise apni gaand me guswale" main bhi mast ho
gai, "OK, aap mere pati ho... mera sab kuch tumhara hai..tum jo choho
le lo..ye Shitu is lund ki gulam hai..jo kahega doongi..Shivu, haa
meri GAAND maro jaise bhi..chahe me kitna hi chillau..rukna mat, apni
RANI ko ragad ragad kar chodna".
Unhone mujhe farsh par ghodi style me khada kiya, aur mere peeche aa
gaye apne lund ko vaseline se coat karne ke baad unhone meri gaand ke
jhed par apna topa sataa diya, meri kamar ko pakad kar wo dheere
dheere lund ko ghusane lage, par sirf topa hi ghus paya..unhone phir
gaand ko haatho se choda kiya, aur phir se meri kamar pakd kar ek
dhaka diyya..main dard se mar gai..uff, par wo andar nahi ghus paya,
abke unhone mere muh me ek kapad diya, khan ke cheekh rokna..aur meri
kamar ko pakad kar dhakke-per dhakke dene lage..meri ghand paatne lagi
aur unka lund ghusta chala gaya. Addha lund hi ghus paya ki meri
haalat kaharab ho gai pain bahut tha, maine sir hilaya to Shivu ruk
gaya..kareeb 2-3 minute ke baad maine halke se gaand hilayi, shivu ne
puchha , "Rani, pleese ab gaand de de" maine muskarne ki koshish ki
aur kahan "Tuhe manaa kis ne kiya hai..hu". ab wo nahi ruke aur mujhe
palna start kar diya... meri gaand chodi hoti gai, dard badta gaya,
gaand ke phatne ka dard me siskiyo se leti rahi.. mere aansu bhi nikal
aaye.. par maine himmat nahi haari, apne lips ko daantho se katne
lagi....jab lund pura ghus gaya to shivu ruk gaye...main apne gaand me
pure lund ko mahssoos karne lagi.. ab dard dheere dheere kam hone
laga, shivu meri peeth par haath phar rahe the, ajb unhe uakin ho gaya
ki main ab shant hu to unhone mujhe dheere dheer chodna sooro kar
diya. wo aadha lund dalte aur dheere dheer nikalte main bhi ab apni
gaand unke rythem ke saath milane lagi... halanki pain abhi khatam
nahi hua tha, par unhone apne dhakke aur tej kar diye, ab wo full
speed se mujhe chodne lage wo pura lund bahar nikalte aur ghusdte.
meri nazar samne gai to dressing table ke mirror se main ye nazaara
dekh sakti thi, uff mujhe believe nahi ho raha tha ki itna mota lund
main kabhi gaand me la bhi paangi.

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last part...

halanki kal bhi unhone gaand maari thi par wo jald baazi me thi, aaj
to sach shivu pure mazzae ke saath mujhe pail raha tha, unka lund bhi
aaj, kal se bada lag raha tha... aaj dard jyaada tha...maine dekha
shivu ke chahre par chamak thi aur wo bahut ras le raha tha apni meri
gaand ko chodne me. ye dekh kar main mast ho agi aur apni gaand push
karte hu boli, "shivu, chodo...meri gaand phad do...apni sheetal biwi,
ki gaand chodi kar do...aaj main teri randi hu..mujhe badardi se
chodo..aa..ou" usne meri gaand pakad aur gahrai tak ghusa diya, mera
sir farsh par tik gaya, meri kohni mud gai, par gaand ko usne nahi
hatne diya. Thodi der baad hum bistar par aa gaye, unhone mujhe apni
goad me bita liya aur apna lund neeche se meri gaan me de diya, ab
main upar neeche hokar gaand ko chudwane lagi. bahut mazza aa rahaa
tha, ab dard bhi nahi tha, main anal sex ka luft utha rahi thi. Phir
unhone mujhe bistar par lita diya maire pair upar kar ke kuch takiye
meri gaand ke neeche rakh diye, meri gaand itni upar thi ki wo aaram
se lund ghusa sake. ab unhone phir se mujhe pailna sooru kar diya.
pahle dheere dheere aur phir teji la di. agle 20-25 minute tak wo
mujhe isi tarah se ram karte rahe, maine apni aankhe band ki hui thi,
aur 3-4 baar jhad chuki thi, thodi der me wo bhi jhad gaye. aur hum
phir se let gaye. hamari saanse phooli hui thi.
20-25 minute aise hi pade rahene ke baad, main apne room me aa gai.
Main aaj bahut khus thi, aaj dard kam tha par pyar ki khushi itni thi
ki main chahak rahi thi, school me maine NISHA ko sab kuch batayaa.

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Dr.Neelam part 2

Jaisa ki pichhle story me bataya tha ki meri shaadi ke baad mera
transfer doosre jagah ho gaya tha. Mare saath meri pyaari saheli
Rachna ka bhi transfer usi jagah ho gaya tha jo ki humaare liye bahut
hi khushi ki baat thi. Sooraj ne naye jagah par ek nursery khol li.
Jo ki uski mahnat se achchha chal baitha.
Meri pehli pregnancy jo ki shadi se pahle hi ho gayi thi miscarriage
ho gaya tha. Hum dono bachchon ke mamle me koi bhi jaldi baaji nahin
karna chahte the. Isliye humne kaafi suraksha ke saath hi sambhog
kiya.
Rachna ki shaadi waheen paas ke ek forrest officer Arun se ho gayi.
Rachna U.P. se belong karti thi. Arun bahut hi hansmukh aur rangeen
mijaj aadmi tha. Uski posting hamare hospital se 80 kms door ek
jungle me thi. Shuru shuru me to har doosre din bhag ata tha. Kuchh
dinon baad hafte me do din ke liye ane laga. Hum chaaron apas me
kaafi khule huye the. Aksar apas me rangeele jokes aur dwiarthi
samvad karte rahte the. Uski najar shuru se hi mujh par thi. Magar
na to maine use kabhi lift diya na hi use jyada age badhne ka mauka
mila. Holi ke samay jaroor mauka dekh kar rang lagane ke bahane
mujhse lipat gaya tha aur mere kurte me hath daal kar meri chhatiyon
ko kas kar masal diya tha. Uski is harkat par kisi ki najar nahin
padi thi isliye maine bhi chup rahna behtar samjha. Warna bewajah hum
saheliyon me darar pad jaati. Mai usese jaroor ab kuchh katrane lagi
thi. Magar wo mere nikat ta ke liye mauka khojta rahta tha.
Rachna ko shaadi ke saal bhar baad hi maike jaana pad gaya kyonki
who pregnant thi.
Ab Arun kam hi ata tha. Akar bhi usi din hi wapas laut jata tha.
Achanak ek din dopahar ko pahunch gaya. Saath me ek aur uska saathi
tha jiska naam usne mukul bataya. Unka koi aadmi pedh se gir pada
tha. Backbone me injury thi. Rasta kharab tha isliye use lekar nahin
aaye. Mujhe saath le jane ke liye aye the. Maine jhatpat hospital me
inform kiya aur Sooraj ko bata kar apna saman le kar nikal gayi.
Nikalte nikalte do baj gaye the. 80 kms ka fasla cover karte karte
hume dhai ghante lag gaye. Hu teeno sumo me age ki seat par baithe
the. Dono ke beech me mai fansi hui thi. Rasta bahut ubar khabar tha.
Hichkole lag rahe the. Hum ek doosre se bhid rahe the. Mauka dekh kar
Arun beech beech me mere ek stan ko kohni se daab deta. Kabhi janghon
par haath rakh deta tha. Mujhe tab laga ki maine samne baith kar
galti ki thi.
Hum shaam tak wahan pahunch gaye. Mareej ko checkup karne me shaam ke
six o'clock ho gaye. Yahan sham kuchh jaldi ho jati hai. November ka
maheena tha mausam bahut romantic tha. Magar dheere dheere badal
ghirne lage the mai jaldi apna kaam nipta kar raat tak ghar laut jana
chahti thi.
"itni jaldi kya hai? Aaj raat yahin ruk jao mere jhopde me." Arun ne
kaha magar mere tarer kar dekhne par who chup ho gaya.
"chalo mujhe chod aao."maine kaha.
"chal re Mukul, madamme ko ghar chhod ayen."
Hum waps sumo me waise hi baith gaye aur return jeorney shuru ho
gaya. Mai peechhe baithne lagi thi ki Arun ne rok diya.
"kahan peechhe baith rahi ho. Samne a jao. Baten karte huye rasta
gujar jayega."
"lekin tum apni harkaton par kaboo rakhoge warna mai Rachna se bol
doongi." Mine use chetaya.
"Are us Hitler ko mat batana nahin to who meri achchhi khasi ragging
le legi."
Mai uski baat sun kar hansne lagi. Aur mai uski chikni chupdi baton
se phans gayee.Achanak moosladhaar bearish shuru ho gayi. Junle ke
andhere rashton me aisi barsaat me gadi chalana bhi ek mushkil kaam
tha. Achcnak gadi jungle ke beech me jhatke khakar ruk gayee. Arun
torch lekar neeche utra. Gadi check kiya magar koi kharabi pakad me
nahin ayee. Kuchh der baad wapas a gaya.who poori trah bheeg chukka
tha.
"kuchh nahin ho sakta." Usne kaha"chalo neeche utar kar dhakka lagao.
Ho sakta hai ki chal jaye."
"magar….barsaat…"mai bahar dekh kar kuchh hichkichai.
"nahin to jab tak barsaat na ruke tab tak intezar karo"usne kaha"ab
is barsaat ka bhi kya bharosa. Ho sakta hai saari raat barasta rahe.
Isiliye tumhhen raat ko waheen rukne ko kaha tha."
Mai neeche utar gayee. Barsaat ki parwah na kar mai aur Mukul dono
kafi der tak dhakke marte rahe magar gadi nahin chali. Raat ke aath
baj rahe the. Mai poori tarah geeli ho gayee thi. Mai peechhe ki seat
par baith gayi. Arun andar ki light on ki. Maine ruansee nazaron se
Arun ki taraf dekha. Arun back mirror se mere badan ka avlokan kar
raha tha. Chhatiyon se sari srak gayi thi. Safed blouse aur bra
barsaat me bheeg kar pardarshi ho gayee thi. Nipple saaf saaf najar
aarahe the. Maine jaldi se apni chhatiyon ko sari se chhipa liya.
Usne bhi light band kar dee. Raat andhere men do gair mardon ka sath
dil ko dubane ke liye kafi tha.
Kuchh der baad barsaat band ho gayi magar thandi hawa chalne lagi.
Bahar kabhi kabhi janwaron ke awaj sunai de rahi thi.Arun aur Mukul
gadi se nikal gaye. Unhon ne apne apne wastra utar liye aur nichod
kar sokhne rakh diye. Mai thand se kaanp rahi thi. Sharam ki wajah se
geele kapde bhi utar nahin paa rahi thi.
Arun mere pass aya "dekho neelam ghup andhera hai. Tum apne geele
vastra utar do." Arun ne kaha."warna thand lag jayegi."
"kuchh hai pahan ne ko?" maine poochha "mai sharam se dohri ho gayi."
"Nahin!" Arun ne kaha "humare pahne kapde bhi to bhig chuke hain.
Pahle se thodi maloom tha ki humen raat jungle me gujaarni padegi.
Waise dekhna reechh bahut sexy janwar hote hain.sunder sexy mahilaon
ko dekh kar unpar toot padte hain."
"meri to yahan jaan ja rahi hai aur tumhe majak soojh raha hai. Koi
kambal hoga?"maine poochha.
"picnic pe gaye the kya." Arun majak kar raha tha.
"Sir, ek purani phati hui chaddar hai. Agar us se kaam chal jaye.."
Mukul ne kaha.
"dikha Neelam ko." Arun ne kaha. Mukul ne peechhe se ek phati purani
chadar nikaali aur mujhe dee. Gadi ka darwaza band karte hi light
bund ho gayi. Do mardon ke samne vastra utarne ke khayal se hi sharm
arahee thi. Magar karne ko kuchh nahin tha thand ke mare dant baj
rahe the. Aisa lag raha tha mai barf ki sillion se ghiri hui hoon.
Maine jhijhakte hue apni saari utar dee. Magar us se bhi rahat nahin
mili to charon or dekha. Andhera Ghana tha kuchh bhi dikhai nahin de
raha tha. Maine ek ek kar ke blouse ke saare button khol diye.
Chaaron or nazar daurai. Kuchh bhi nahin dikh raha tha . Phir blouse
ko badan se utar diya. Uske baad maine apne petticoat bhi utar dee.
Mai aab sirf bra aur panty me thi. Bra ko bhi maine badan se alag kar
diya. Aur us hadar se badan ko lappet liya. Gadi ka darwaza khol kar
maine unhe nichod kar sukhane ka socha magar darwaza kholte hi batti
jal gayi. Mere badan par kewal ek chithde hui chadar betarteeb
tareeke se lipti hui thi. Adha badan saaf najar araha tha. Mera dayan
vaksh par se chadar hata hua tha. Maine dekha Arun bhochakka sa ektak
meri chhati ko ghoor raha hai. Maine jhat chadar ko thik kiya. Chadar
kai jagah se fati hui thi isliye ek ang dhakti to dosra bahar nikal
ata. Dono mere nivastra yovan ko nihar rahe the. Maine darwaja band
kar diya. Batti band ho gayi.
"Arun please mere kapdon ko sukhne dedo." Maine kaha.
Arun ne mere hathon se kapde le liye. Mere badan par ab kewal geeli
panti thi jsko ki mai alag nahin karna chahti thi. Thand ab bhi lag
rahi thi magar kya kiya ja sakta tha.
Kuchh der baad dono bhi thand se bachne ke liye gadi me a gaye. Dono
ke badan par bhi bas ek ek panty thi. Unke nivastra badan ko maine
bhi gahree nazaron se dekha.
"Yaar, Mukul thand se to raat bhar me barf ki tarah jam jayenge.
Cabinate me rum ki ek bottle rakhi hai usko nikaal." Arun ne kaha.
Mukul ne cabinate se ek bottle nikaali. Light jala kar dash board ke
andar kuchh dhoondhne laga.
"sir, glass nahin hai." Usne kaha.
"abe neet hi laa." Arun ne bottle lekar munh se lagaya aur do ghoont
lekar Mukul ki taraf badhaya. Mukul ne bhi ek ghoont liya.
"Neelu tu bhi do ghoont lele sari sardi nikal jayegi." Arun ne kaha.
" Nahin mai daru nahin piti" maine mana kar diya. Magar kuchh hi der
mein mujhe apne faisle par gussa ane laga. Waise bhi do do adamkhoron
ke beech men mai is tarah ka koi risk nahin lena chahati thi ki mera
apne upar se control hat jaye. Magar thandak ne meri mati maar dee.
Mai dono ko peete huye dekh rahi thi.
Unhonne fir mujh se poochha. Is baar mere na me dum nahin tha. Arun
ne bottle mujhe pakda di.
"Are le yaar koi paap nahin lagega. Ek doctor ke munh se is tarah ki
dakiyanoosi baten sahi nahin lagti." Arun ne kaha.
Maine kanpte hathon se bottle liya. Aur munh se lagakar ek ghoont
liya. Aisa laga maano tejaab mere munh aur gale ko jalata hua pet men
jaraha hai. Mere ko foran ubkai agaee. Maine badi mushkil se munh par
hath rakh kar apne aap ko roka.
"lo ek aur ghoont lo." Arun ne kaha.
"Nahin, kitni gandi cheej hai tum log peete kaise ho." Maine kaha.
Magar kuchh der baad maine hath badha kar bottle le li aur ek aur
ghoont liya. Is baar utni buri nahin lagi.
"bus aur nahin." Maine bottle wapas kar diya. Meri in harkaton ke
karan chadar mere ek chhatee se hat gaya. Mera sar ghoom raha tha.
Apne aap ko bahut halka fulka mahsoos kar rahi thi. Apne oopar se
control khatam hone laga. Sharer bhi garam ho chala tha. Arun samne
ka darwaja khol kar bahar nikla aur peechhe ki seat par agaya. Mai
simat te huye sarak gayee magar wo mere paas sarak aye.

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"Dekho Arun yeh sab sahi nahin hai." Maine kaha.
" Mai to sirf tumhare kanpte huye badan ko garmi dene ki koshish kar
raha hoon."
"Nahin mujhe nahin chahiye."mai unko dhakka deti rah gayee magar
unhon ne mujhe apni bahon me sama liya. Uske garam honth mere honthon
par chipak gaye. Dheere dheere mai kamjor padti jaarahi thi. Maine
use dhakelne ki koshish ki magar who mere badan se aur jor se chipak
gaye. Ek jhatke me mere badan se chadar ko alag kar diya.
"Mukul ise samhal." Arun ne chadar age ki seat par fek dee jise Mukul
ne samhal liya. Mere badan par ab sirf ek panty ki alawa kuchh bhi
nahin tha. Mai haath pair fek rahi thi..
Mukul ko dhakelte hue kaha"chhodo mujhe warna mai shor machaungi"
"machao shor. Jitna chahe cheekho yahan melon tak sirf pedh aur
janwaron ke siwa tumhari cheekh sunne wala koi nahin hai."
Mukul ne light jaladi aur hamari raasleela dekhne laga. Arun ke hath
mere badan par fir rahe the. Uske nagn badan se mera badan chipka hua
tha. Maine kafi bachne ki koshish ki apni saheli ki duhai bhi di
magar dono poore rakshash ban chuke the. Mera virodh bhi dheere
dheere mand padta ja raha tha. Usne mere uroj tham liye aur nipples
apne munh me le kar choosne laga. Apne ek haath se apne badan se
aakhri vastra bhi utar diya aur mere hath ko pakad kar apne tapte
ling par rakh diya. Maine hatane ki koshish ki magaruske haath
majbooti se mere hath ko ling par tham rakhe the. Sharab apna asar
dikhane lagi. Mera badan bhi garam hone laga. Kuchh der baad maine
apne ko dheela chhod diya. Uske haath mere urojon ko masalne lage.
Uske honth mere honthon se chipke huye the aur jeebh mere munh ke
andar ghum rahi thi.
Mukul se ab nahin raha gaya aur who doosari side ka darwaja khol kar
mere doosri taraf a gaya. Usne pahle seat ke lever ko khol kar
chauda kar diya. Peechhe ki seat khul kar ek aramdey bistar ka roop
le liya tha. Jagah kam thi magar is kaam ke liye kafi tha.Dono ek
sath mere badan par toot pade. Mai unke beech fansi hui thi. Dono ne
ek ek uroj tham liye. Unke saath we buri tarah pesh aarahe the. Mere
dono hathon me ek ek ling tha. Dono lingon ko mai sahala rahi thi.
Meri panty pahle se hi geelee thi warna mere karmas se geeli ho jati.
Dono ke hath meri panty ko mere badan se noch kar alag kar diya. Do
jodi ungliyan meri yoni me pravesh kar gayee.
"aaaahhhhhooooohhhh" mere munh se vasna bhari awajen nikal rahi thi.
Arun ne mujhe gudiya ki tarh utha kar apni god me bitha liya. Usne
mere dono pairon ko faila kar apni god me bithaya. Usne mujhe kheench
kar apne nagn badan se chipka liya. Mere bade-bade uroj uske seene me
pise jaa rahe the. Who mere honthon ko chum raha tha. Mukul ke honth
meri peeth par fisal rahe the. Apni jeebh nikal kar meri gardan se
lekar mere nitambon tak aise fira raha tha mano badan par koi halke
se pankh fer raha ho. Badan me jhur jhuri si daur rahi thi.mai dono
ki harkaton se paagal hui jaa rahi thi.. rahi sahi jhijhak bhi khatm
ho gayi thi.mai apni yoni ko Arun ke ling par masalne lagi. Arun ne
abhi tak underwear pahan rakhi thi jo ki ab meri yoni ke ras se bheeg
gayi thi. Aisi halat me mujhe koi dekhta to ek vyeshya hi samajhta.
Meri dignity, mera reputation,meri siksha sab is aadim bhookh ke
samne chhoti pad gayi thi. Meri aankon me mere pyaar, mera humdum,
mere pati ke chehre par in dono ke chehre nazar anrahe the. Sharab ne
mujhe apne vash me le liya tha. Sab kuchh ghumta hua lag raha tha.
Mahsoos ho raha tha ki jo ho raha hai wo achchha nahin hai magar mai
kisiko mana karne ki stithi me nahin thi.
Dono ke haath meri chatiyon ko jor-jor se masalne lage. Arun mere
honthon ko choos choos kar suja diya tha. Fir unhen chhod kar mere
nipples par toot pada. Apne dono haathon se mere ek-ek uroj ko nichod
raha tha aur nipples ko munh me daal kar choos raha tha. Aisa lag
raha tha mano barson ke bhookhe ke samne koi doodh ki bottle a gayi
ho. Daanton ke nishan poore uroj par nazar arahe the.
Mukul us waqt meri gardan par aur meri nitambon par data gada raha
tha. Mai mast hui jaa rahi thi. Phir Mukul ne apna underwear utar kar
mere sir ko pakada aur mere paas baith kar apne ling par jhukane
laga. Mai uska irada samajh kar kuchh der tak munh ko idhar udhar
ghumati rahi. Magar uske aage meriek na chali. Wo mere khubsoorat
honthon par apna kala ling pherne laga. Ling ke age ke tope ki motai
dekh kar mai kaanp gayi. Ling se chipchipa pradarth nikal kar mere
honthon par lag raha tha. Arun ne mujhe god se utha kar poora nanga
ho gaya.mujhe kohni aur ghutnon ke bal par chaupaya banakar meri yoni
ko chhedne laga. Yoni ki phanken alag karapni ungliyan andar bahar
karne laga. Mai poori tarah ab nivastra thi. Mukul mere sir ko apne
ling par daba raha tha. Mujhe munh nahin kholta dekh kar mere nipples
ko buri tarah masal diya. Mai jaise hi cheekhne ke liye munh kholi
uska mota ling jeebh ko raaste hatate hue gale tak jakar fans gaya.
Mera dum ghut raha tha. Maine sir ko bahar kheenchne ke liye jor
lagaya to usne apne haath ko kuchh dheela kar diya. Ling adha hi
bahar nikla hoga usne dobara mere sir ko daab diya. Aur is tarah wo
mere munh ko yoni ki tarah chod raha tha. Udhar Arun meri yoni me
apni jeebh andar bahar kar raha tha. Mai kamottejna se cheekhna
chahti thi magar gale me Mukul ka ling fansa hone ke karan mere munh
se sirf "uuuunnnnnnnhhhh" jaisi awajen nikal rahi thi. Mai usi
awastha me jhar gayee.
Kafi der tak chusne chatne ke baad Arun utha. Uske munh, naak par
mera kaamras laga hua tha. Usne apne ling ko meri yoni ke dwar par
sata diya. Fir bahut dheere dheere use andar dhakelne laga. Khambe ke
jaise apne mote taaje ling ko poori tarah meri yoni me sama diya.
Yoni pahle se hi geeli ho rahi thi isliye koi jyada dikkat nahin hui.
Mukul mera much maithun kar raha tha. Dono ling dono taraf se andar
bahar ho rahe the aur mai jeep me jhula jhul rahi thi. Mere dono uroz
pake huye anaar ki tarah jhul rahi the. Dono ne masal kar kat kar
dono urozon ka rang bhi anaron ki tarah laal kar diya tha.
Kuchh der baad mujhe lagne laga ki ab Mukul discharge hone wala hai.
Yeh dekh kar maine ling ko apne munh se nikaal ne ka socha. Magar
Mukul ne shayad mere man ki baat padh lee. Usne mere sir ko pure
taqat se apne ling par daba diya. Moosal jaisa ling gale ke andar tak
ghus gaya. Who aab jhatke marne laga. Fir dher sara garam garam
veerya uske ling se nikal kar mere gale se hota hua mere pet me
samane laga. Meri aankhen dard se ubli padi thi. Dum ghut raha tha.
Kaafi sara veerya pilane ke baad ling ko mere munh se nikala. Uska
ling ab bhi jhatke kha raha tha. Aur boond boond veerya ab bhi tapak
raha tha. Mere honthon se uske ling tak veerya ek resham ki dor ki
tarah chipka hua tha. Mai jor jor se saansen le rahi thi.
Arun peechhe se jor jor se dhakke de raha tha. Aur mai har dhakke ke
sath Mukul ke dheele pade ling se bhid rahi thi. Mai sir ko uttejna
se jhatakne lagi "oouiiiii maaa oooohhh hummmpp" jaisi uttejit awajen
nikalne lagi. Mery yoni ne dher sara ras chhod diya.
Magar uske raftaar men koi kami nahin ayee thi. Meri bahen mujhe aur
thame na rakh sakee. Aur mai apna sir Mukul ki god me rakh dee. Kafi
der tak dhakke marne ke baad uske ling ne apni dhaar se mer yoni ko
labalab bhar diya. Hum teeno gehari gehari saansen le rahe the. Khel
to abhi shuru hi hua tha.
Dono ne kuchh der sustaane ke baad apni jagah badal lee. Arun ne mere
much me daal diya to Mukul meri yoni pe chot karne laga. Dono ne
kareeb adhe ghante tak meri isi tarah se jagah badal kar chudai ki.
Mai to dono ka stamina dekh kar hairaan thi. Dono ne dobara mere
badan par veerya ki varsha ki. Mai unke seene se chipke saanse le
rahi thi.
"aab to chhod do. Aab to tum dono ne apne man ki muraad poori kar
lee. Mujhe ab araam karne do." Maine kaha.
Magar dono me se koi bhi meri minnaten sunne ke mood men nahin laga.
Kuchh der tak mere badan se khelne ke baad dono ke ling me fir dum
ane laga. Arun seat par aab let gaya aur mujhe upar aane ka ishara
kiya. Mai kuchh kahati us se pahle Mukul ne mujhe uthakar uske ling
par baitha diya. Mai apne yoni dwar ko Arun ke khade ling par tikai.
Arun ne apne ling ko darwaje par lagaya. Mai dheere dheere uske ling
par baith gayee. Poora ling andar lene ke baad mai uske ling par
uthne baithne lagi. Tabhi dono ke beech ankhon hi ankhon me koi
ishara hua. Arun ne mujhe kheench kar apne nagn badan se chipka liya.
Arun mere nitambon ko faila kar mere pichhle dwar par ungli se
sahlane laga. Phir ungli ko kuchh andar tak ghusa diya. Mai chihunk
uthi. Mai uska irada samajh kar sir ko inkaar me hilane lagi to Arun
ne mere honth apne honthon me daba liye. Mukul ne apni ungli nikaal
kar mere yoni se bathe hue ras ko apne ling aur meri yoni par laga
diya. Mai in dono balishth aadmiyon ke beech bilkul ashay mahsoos kar
rahi thi. Dono mere badan ko jaisi marji waise masal rahe the.
Mukul ne apna ling mere guda dwar per sata diya.

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"nahin pleeease wahan nahin" maine lagbhag rote hue kaha "mi tum dono
ko saari raat mere badan se khelne doongi magar mujhe is tarah mat
karo mai mar jaungi"
Magar mukul apne kaam me juta raha. Mai haath pair maar rahi thi
magar Arun ne apne balishth bahon aur pairon se mujhe bilkul bebas
kar diya tha. Mukulne mere nitambon ko faila kar ek jordaar dhakka
mara.
"uuuuuiiiii maaaa mar gayeee" meri cheekh poore jangal men goonj
gayee. Magar dono hans rahe the.
"thoda sbar karo sab thik ho jayega. Saara dard khatm ho jayega."
Mukul ne mujhe samjhane ki koshish ki. Meri aankhon se pani bah
nikla. Maidard se rone lagi. Dono mujhe chupkarane ki koshish karne
lage. Kuchh der baad mai jab shant hui to mukul ne dheere dheere
poore ling ko ander kar diya. Maine aur Sooraj ne shaadi ke baad se
hi khoob khel khela tha magar uski niyat kabhi mere guda par kharab
nahin hui. Magar in dono ne to mujhe kahin ka nahin chhoda.
Poora ling ander kar ke Mukul mere upar let gaya. Mai dono ke beech
sandwich ki tarah leti hui thi. Ek tagda ling age se aur ek ling
peechhe se mere badan me thuka hua tha. Dono ling andar kuchh hi
doori par hulchul macha rahe the. Dono ne apne apne badan ko harkat
de di. Mai dono ke beech pis rahi thi. Mai bhi maje lene lagi. Ek
saath dono discharge hogaye. Mere bhi fir se unke saath hi discharg
ho gaya. Mera poora badan geela geela ho raha tha. Teeno chhedon se
veerya tapak raha tha. Teenon ke "aaaaaaahhhhhoooooohhhh" se jangal
goonj raha tha. Is than me bhi hum paseene se bheeg rahe the.
Mukul ne peechhe se ek dibbe se kuchh sandwich nikaale jo shayad apne
liye rakhe the. Hum teenon ne usi halat me apas me mil baant kar
khaya. Fir se sambhog chalu hua to ghanton chalta raha dono ne mujhe
raat bhar buri tarah jhijhor diya. Kabhi age se kabhi peechhe se
kabhi munh me har jagah jee bhar kar malish kee. Mere poore badan par
veerya ka mano lep chadha hua tha. Sambhog karte karte hum nidhaal ho
kar wahin pad gaye. Kabhi kisi ki aankh khulti to mujhe kuchh der tak
jhinjhorne lagta. Pata hi nahin chala kab bhor ho gayi. Achanak meri
aankh khuli to dekha bahar lalima fail rahi hai. Mai dono ki god men
bilkul nagn leti thi. Mujhe apni halat par sharm ane lagi. Maine
mirror par najar daali to apni haalat dekh kar ro padi. Honth sooj
rahe the chehre par veerya sookh kar safed papdi bana raha tha. Mai
ek jhatke se uthi aur bahar nikal kar apne kapde pahne. Mujhe apne
aap se ghinn aarahi thi. Sadak ke paas hi thoda paani jama hua tha.
Jis se apna chehra dho kar apne aap ko vyavasthit kiya.
Dono uth chuke the. Arun mere badan se lipat kar mere hontho ko chum
liya. Maine use dhakel kar apne se alag kiya.
"mujhe apne ghar wapas chhod do." Maine gusse se kaha.
Arun samne ki seat par baith kar jeep ko start kiya. Jeep ek hi
jhatke me start ho gayi.
Mai samajh gayi ki yeh sab dono ki mili bhagat thi. Mujhe chodne ke
liye hi soonsaan me gadi kharab kar diye the.
Ghante bhar baad hum ghar pahunche. Rast me bhi dono mere urozon par
haath ferte rahe. Magar maine dono ko gusse se apne badan sea alag
rakha. Hum jab tak ghar pahunche Sooraj apne kaam par nikal chukka
tha jo ki mere liye bahut hi achchha raha warna usko meri halat dekh
kar saaf pata chal jaata ki raat bhar maine kya kya gul khilayen hain.
Us ghatna ke baad Arun ne kai baar mujhe apne neech litaane ki
koshish ki magar har baar mai apne aap ko bachati rahi aur kisi ko
pata bhi nahin chalne diya.

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Cuckold Husband
"I have to tell you something, Anoop," my
wife, Kamal, said. She sat across from me over
breakfast. Bright sunlight streamed through the
apartment window behind her back. Kamal looked
stunning as always. She wore just a flimsy chemise
and her cotton panties. That was one thing I liked
about her. She always seemed to be in a state of
semi-undressed.

"Uh-huh," I said. My head was buried in the
morning paper. I was following up about the story of
the two missing teenage girls. The police had no
clues as yet.

"This is a very serious matter that I want
to tell you. Please put the paper down," Kamal said.
Her silky black shoulder length hair accentuated her
pretty features as I gave her my attention.

"OK. Tell me," I said folding the
newspaper.

"I did something and I want your forgiveness
and understanding," Kamal started. She clasped her
hands on the table.

My first reaction was that this was going to
cost me money. I braced myself for a substantial
dollar figure accompanied by a no win story.

"When I went to India for Mama's bypass
surgery, Dr. Dinesh was the only doctor who had the
facility and the expertise to handle the operation.
Her chances for making it through was non-existant
with any other heart specialist. Each day the chances
for recovery worsened and it took me three days of
pushing the right buttons just to see the doctor," my
wife said. She gulped down the rest of the orange
juice and proceeded. "When I finally met him, he told
me that he couldn't take any new patients for the next
six months as his calendar was full."

Since my mother in law did have the surgery
and is recovering, I braced myself to hear how my wife
had given the doctor some exorbitant amount of money
to get my mother in law under the knife immediately.
My second thought was that if my wife had given the
respectable doctor a handsome monetary inducement, how
come I wasn't aware of it.

"I was just quiet...sitting in the doctor's
office," Kamal continued. "I couldn't believe my
mother had to die because the doctor was just too
busy. Her situation was so precarious, she couldn't
even travel. Then the doctor said that if I was
willing to give him sexual favors, he will..."

"Wait a minute," I said. "Is that what the
doctor said. Why didn't you slap that bastard's
face."

"Let me finish," my wife said. "He said
that he will have my mother's illness immediately
taken care of. However he warned me that since the
whole operation and recovery would take a month, that
I must reside in his house and to be ready to service
him or whoever else upon his instructions."

I studied my twenty-three years old wife and
I couldn't imagine her sleeping with the aged doctor
or anybody else in that case. "So how did you manage
around that proposition? How much money did you
promise the doctor?" I asked. My wife believed that
money grew on trees.

"There was no money exchanged. He didn't
want money. He wanted my body and I had no choice. I
agreed. For twenty-six days and nights he had me,"
Kamal said. She brushed her hair off her face.

I chose my words carefully. "We are not
talking about what you had for dinner last night," I
said. I slammed my fist on the table. "How could you
do this? How the hell could you even consider it."

"Look it wasn't easy doing it but I had no
choice," Kamal said.

"There are always choices. Couldn't you
even have tried other options. Checked the hospitals
in other cities. I cannot believe that you were duped
so easily," I said. I felt sick in my stomach.

"My mother has only me to take care of her.
Even now that she is recovering, there is really no
one to take care of her. I begged her to come to San
Diego but she would not leave. We have people taking
care of her but it is not the same," Kamal said.

"How could you have given your body so
easily. At least you could have consulted with me
first?" I said. The energy in my body seemed to have
drained out.

"Sure, I could have given you a call and
said, 'Anoop, I have to fuck the doctor so that he
will operate on my mother,'" Kamal said.

"You should be apologizing and instead you
are raising your voice. I should be slapping your
face right now. God dammit! Do you know this changes
everything," I said.

"I wouldn't have told you this if I didn't
believe we could overcome it," Kamal said. She leaned
back on her chair lazily playing with her bowl of
cereal.

"How would you feel if I had an affair?" I
asked. Although it was getting warm, I didn't move to
open the window.

"This is different. This is called doing
what you had to do. It is called accepting the hand
that you are dealt with," my wife spoke.

"Well it is not possible for me to accept
this situation. I cannot accept the fact that my wife
has been doing who knows what with this so called
respectable surgeon," I said.

"I will tell you everything that happened,
otherwise I don't think we could ever get back to some
kind of normalcy," my wife suggested.

"I don't think I want to hear it," I said.
"Even then how would I know you have told the whole
truth."

"When you hear it, you will know that I have
told you everything," she said.

On that Saturday morning my wife narrated to
me with a lot of graphic details the events that took
place in her twenty-six days as a slut in Dr. Dinesh's
domicile. I was surprised, mesmerized, turned-on and
disgusted by her narration.

I became irritated as she chatted away with
a certain sense of eagerness as to what transpired
during her time at the doctor's house. I couldn't
stop her as I wanted myself to hear everything. I
needed to hear all the gory details.

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contd..
"Dr. Dinesh came to me with lust that first
night. He practically ripped off my clothes, had his
greedy mouth on mine and just shoved his dick into me.
He was just fucking me like an animal. It was
painful. I thought to myself that what did I get
into. But I kept brave for my mother's sake," she
said.

"You are not getting any sympathy from me,"
I said.

She ignored my comments. "His hands would
grab my breasts. He was very rough with them. He
pulled at my nipples. His greedy mouth sucked on them
hard. His fingers played with my pussy. He knew
where my clit was and played with it. That first
night, he did it to me four times. The worst part is
the way he looked deep into my eyes everytime he
pushed his dick into me. I couldn't stop thinking
that this man would be my father's age and he was
fucking me." My wife's nipples became more pronounced
underneath the chemise as she continued talking. "At
that point, I didn't like the doctor. Then he left
for work and I got some sleep. When I woke up, I had
no idea where my clothes were kept. Then one of the
maids came, gave me a robe and showed me where they
were. I went downstairs for my breakfast where I
bumped into his son."

"He had children?" I inquired.

"Just one son," she said. "He was my age
but he was very rude. He just stared at me angrily.
Didn't say a single word." Kamal stretched her arms
making her nipples still more pronounced. "My mother
was in the intensive care unit that first week right
after the surgery. I couldn't get to see her much but
I still stayed at the hospital all day. That second
night was pretty much the same as the first. He was
like a kid with a new toy. He wanted me in every
which way. He made me parade up and down in his
bedroom naked. He had me spread my legs apart. He
sat there staring at it. Then he would grab me, pin
me under his body, and shove his dick in me. Another
night of intense fucking."

"Looks like you were enjoying yourself," I
said.

My wife ignored my remarks again. "Dr.
Dinesh left early as usual. I slept on as I was too
exhausted. Then the sheets got pulled away and I
began shouting at the idiot maid who couldn't see that
I was sleeping. I wasn't wearing anything but I
couldn't care less until I opened my eyes and saw
Rajiv, the son, just staring at my body with an evil
grin," my wife narrated.

"Don't tell me you had sex with the son,
too," I said. I could feel the acid in my stomach
churning.

"Everyday after his father left for work,"
Kamal answered my question. "After he pulled the
sheets out, he took his clothes off and got on the
bed. He has a great body. His dick was big and
strong. He put his mouth on my breasts and sucked
them. He went back and forth on each breast, then he
started kissing his way down my stomach all the way to
my pussy. He licked my pussy. His own father's semen
was dripping out and he was licking it up. It felt
strange. Finally he positioned me doggy style on his
father's bed and slid his dick into me. After he
ejaculated, he left."

"Why didn't you have sex with all the relatives while
you are at it. The son had nothing to do with the
agreement. You could have resisted," I said.

"If I resisted, I would have been raped
anyway. The police would side with the influential
doctor, not with me," Kamal said. "Anyway, the son
fucked me every morning after his father left home.
He told me not to tell his father and I didn't, but I
think his father knew anyway."

"So you slept with the father and the son. What
else?" I asked.

"Looks like you want to hear all the
details," she said.

"Don't I deserve to," I replied. I knocked
the salt shaker down, spilling a few granules on the
table.

"You're right," my wife said. She had that
certain expression that made her so irresistable.
"One day, a week later, I waited in bed as I did every
morning for Rajiv, but to my surprise he wasn't alone
that morning. He had come with his two cousins who
were just teenagers. He pulled out the sheet to show
them my body. I was so embarrassed. They were
staring at my pussy and my breasts. After that
initial embarrassment, I just let them stare. I could
see they all had a bulge in their pants. They were
all hard for me. So I stood up."

"You stood up naked in front of them?" I
asked. I felt myself getting an erection. If I stood
up, she could see it through the thin fabric of my
pajamas.

"I don't know what happened. It felt good
to be naked and to be watched. So I walked among them
and asked them to feel me up. Rajiv had his hands
over me first to show his cousins how it was done.
They'd never seen a live naked woman and it felt
unbelievable as they touched me. They were exploring
me," Kamal said. She stood up and placed her cereal
in the fridge. She sat back down and asked, "Do you
want to hear more?"

"I must hear everything," I replied. "Did
you fuck the teenage cousins?"

"Not that first day with them," she
answered. "After they felt me up, Rajiv told them to
take off their pants. He asked them if they would
like to have their penises put into my mouth. He
assured them that it would feel very nice. Those kids
were ready to spurt anytime. Their young cocks were
oozing with pre-cum. I got on my knees on that
hardwood floor and grabbed the older one's balls in my
hand. I licked off his pre-cum. With just two
strokes, he practically flooded my mouth. It was all
over my chin. There were huge globs on my breasts and
lots more on the floor. I got a bunch of paper towels
and cleaned up the mess while they watched me. The
younger one was so excited with anticipation, his cock
was twitching every which way. As I approached his
cock and started to feel it in my hands, he just
spurted all over the place. Rajiv was laughing and
the young boy was so embarrassed that he had
ejaculated with just my touching his dick."

"What else did the doctor do to you," I
asked. I had a raging hard-on. I dared not stand up.
My wife exciting those teenage boys had a certain
effect on me.

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"Eventually it had become pretty much a
routine. He would fuck me once or twice every night.
He would watch me take a shower first. He would have
a glass of Johnie Walker in his hands and sip on his
drink as I soaped myself. Usually I would start the
evening by sucking his dick and then before he comes
into my mouth, he would plunge his hard dick into my
pussy."

"Thanks for being so descriptive," I
muttered. I was having serious doubts about my
marriage lasting. "You mentioned that the doctor also
included other men that you had to perform sexually
with." I couldn't use the word 'fuck'.

"Oh... Yes. The doctor invited his three
friends every Friday night for 'teen pati'. They would
drink their scotch with water, munch on spicy cashews
and play cards," Kamal said.

"Were you the prize?" I asked. 'Teen pati'
was the Indian version of poker played with three
cards instead of five.

"Oh. No. I was the entertainment," my wife
replied. "I had to remove all my clothes in front of
them. They would whistle, cheer and call me a whore
and other unmentionable things. I had to play with
them while they played cards. I sat on their laps and
grinded my butt into their erections. They put their
hands on my tits and their fingers in my pussy. Then
when one could not hold any longer, he would take me
to the bedroom, put on a condom and fuck me like a
whore. The others would continue playing. Then we
would return back to the card table. He would resume
playing and I would get fingered and groped all over
again."

"How many times were you taken to the
bedroom," I asked.

"About eight or nine times and that was just
his three buddies. They treated me like a whore. All
three of them offered me money in private to have sex
with them at other times," she answered.

"Did you accept their offers?" I asked.

"No way. I did what I did for my mother and
not for money," Kamal replied. She stood up to open
the window behind her. The way her little panties
hugged her tight smooth buttocks made me jealous of
all those uncouth men who had taken advantage of
Kamal.

"Why did you fuck the cousins?" I asked. I
finally used the f-word.

"Rajiv came back with his cousins during the
last days of my stay. He wanted them to experience
this ultimate act that would make them into men. I
obliged," my wife said.

"Is that all you want to say?" I asked. A
slight breeze brushed my face.

"Yes," she replied.

"You had sex with seven different men and
you want my forgiveness and acceptance," I said.

"I am hoping that you can understand the
circumstances that made me do this. I didn't go out
and do this because I wanted to," Kamal countered.

I spoke loudly. "Let me tell you something.
If I was forced into a situation like you were, I
would not actively participate or reciprocate in these
sex acts. I expected you to resist by not
participating. You could have lied down submissively
and let them do what they wanted. But golly from what
you told me, you actually wanted to fuck around."

"It is not that simple. I had no choice.
If I didn't reciprocate, they would have treated me
worse and made me do humiliating and hedious things,"
my wife responded.

I had to ask the question that gnawed at me
all morning. "Why are you telling me this? I would
have never known."

"Well...Dr.Dinesh is coming to San Diego for
a conference," Kamal said.

"So what has that got to do with us."

"He expects to stay with us," Kamal said.
She twirled her ring around her finger.

"Have you told him that would not be
appropriate?" I asked. I stared at her well
manicured nails.

"No, because he is still monitoring my
mother and carefully adjusting her medication for her
recovery," my wife replied. She glanced away from me.

"So where would we put up the distinguished
doctor?" I asked.

"He expects to sleep in our bed with me,"
she replied.

"You're kidding me right!" I shouted. I
thought my veins would pop. "I am sure you happily
agreed to this arrangement. Well, I'm sorry but I am
not going to allow it."

"He put it plainly that if my mother doesn't
receive the proper medication, she would not recover.
He expects full cooperation from you and me," my wife
replied.

"So while you fornicate, I sleep on the
couch outside. Is that the arrangement he planned?" I
questioned. Morning had turned in afternoon.

"Not exactly. He expects you to be in the
bedroom and watch," replied my wife.

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I had expected the distinguished Dr. Dinesh
to be a tall handsome impeccably dressed man. I
couldn't believe that he was actually sitting down on
our sofa in the living room of our third floor
apartment and I was playing the good host. Dr. Dinesh
was balding, overweight, sloppily dressed and he had
his arms around my lovely sexy wife, Kamal.

I judged men by their socks. If someone's
socks covered feet began to emanate an unmentionable
odor, he definitely got a failing grade. If they had
holes, the pair did not match and the elastic that
held it over the ankles were worn out, the score
didn't improve. Dr. Dinesh failed miserably in my
test. How did Kamal stand to be near this man.

"Kamal is a very sexual woman. You are a
lucky man," the doctor said. He munched on a tortilla
chip.

I mumbled, "Thank you." It was not the
answer I wanted to give. I went to the kitchen to fix
myself a drink.

"Such a nice beautiful body your wife has.
I really missed it. The way she was so proud of it
and always willing to please," Dr. Dinesh said as I
walked back into the living room. "Isn't that true,
Kamal?" His hand was massaging her breast right in
front of my eyes.

"I did my best to please you," my wife
replied.

The doctor had arrived just half an hour
ago and he was wasting no time. Kamal seemed to have
snuggled closer. She wore a knit top with spaghetti
straps sans bra and the doctor took advantage of this.
His hand easily slipped inside and his fingers were
actually touching and fondling my wife's nipples. My
wife looked straight at me as she enjoyed the
sensation.

This was all happening too fast. "Dr.
Dinesh, would you like to take a shower to freshen up
from your long trip?" I asked hoping that he would
remove his hand from her tits. I wanted to prolong
the inevitable.

Still groping my wife's tits, he said,
"That's a wonderful idea, Anoop." To my wife, he
said, "Kamal, we shall bathe together like old times."

My wife never mentioned sharing the shower
with the doctor while in India. I tried to have eye
contact with Kamal but she looked the other way.

"Forgive my manners," the doctor said to
Kamal. "Please ask your husband to come and watch
us."

I stood frozen. Never before have I felt
such a loss of control. I wanted my wife to resist
this man. I wanted to know that she was still for me.

He nudged her to say something. "Anoop,
would you please watch me bathe Dr. Dinesh?" she said.
She didn't seem to say it reluctantly.

I glared into Kamal's face. She knew that
was all I could do. I mumbled, "OK." I felt
powerless. This was going to be a very long week.

Like in most apartments, our bathroom was
cozy. With another stiff drink in my hands, I put the
lid down and sat on the pot.

My wife was giggling in our bedroom. She
and the doctor were there together removing their
clothes. I kept gulping down my drink. My wife
entered first followed by the doctor right behind her.
His semi-erect pecker gently poking her young
well-formed buttocks as they walked in. As she turned
on the shower adjusting the temperature, he groped my
wife's smaller than average but perky breasts. She
submitted totally to his fondling and even turned
slightly so that he could access them better. To my
surprise, my wife turned her head up and let out a
moan.

"Women are more sensitive to another man's
touch than that of their own husband's. No matter how
much they deny, they prefer to have a variety of men,"
the doctor said. His cock had grown bigger. It was
as long as mine but definitely broader in girth.

My wife had an awesome body but being naked
in front of this doctor, she looked enticing. Her
flat tummy smoothing its way to the triangular patch
was a sight that would bring lust even in the holiest
of men.

"Would you like the usual?" Kamal asked the
doctor. She did not pay any attention to me.

"Definitely," he spoke with a strong accent
pivoting his head from side to side, an affirmative
gesture in South Asia. He carefully sat down on the
side of the tub and opened his legs. As my wife
turned off the shower, I studied the doctor's penis,
its veins and its ridges. It looked menacingly at me.
That piece of meat had been in my wife's pussy at
least fifty times from her accounts. It had shown its
ugly head again, literally.

"Doctor, sahib. I really love your dick,"
Kamal said. She was on her knees, her face inches
away from his purplish organ. She held it with
familiarity, stroking the underside of the organ with
the web between her forefinger and thumb. The other
hand cradled his balls while her fingers like
tentacles pleasured the skin surrounding the sac
including occasional forays into his anal orifice.

"Stop," I said. It came out as a squeeky
croak. "Stop it, for God's sake."

The doctor, sitting naked on my tub,
laughed. "My dear Anoop. Your wife is doing this
with her own free will. There is nothing to stop," he
said.

My voice hadn't recovered. "That's a lie,"
I said. My palms were clammy.

Kamal was still facing the doctor's erect
penis. It seemed she wanted to get back to her task,
waiting for the interuption to pass.

"I gather Kamal hadn't told you certain
things. She thought you wouldn't be able to handle
it," the doctor said. "When your mother in law was
released from the hospital, I told Kamal that she had
completed her obligation. I told her that she could
go back to her mother and to her husband waiting in
America. But as you know, your wife had stayed about
a month after her mother returned back home from the
hospital. In that month, she came back everynight to
me,to submit her body."

"Kamal, what is the doctor saying?" I
asked.

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"She was eager even to go back to my buddies
on Friday nights. She was treated like a whore and
loved it," the doctor spoke.

"That's not true," I mumbled half-heartedly.
I felt dizzy.

Glad that the interuption was over, Kamal
gingerly licked up the oozing precum from the tip of
his rod. She held the base of his cock with her hand
and began sucking on his rod with enthusiasm that I
had not seen from her. My wife never enjoyed sucking
my cock and did it half-heartedly only upon my
persistent requests.

"Enough," the doctor said pushing my
wife's head from his pecker. My wife got off her
knees, bent forward with her hands against the tiled
wall for support. Her perfect ass was waiting for his
well lubricated dick.

Well my wife did mention that the doctor
would never let her finish the blowjob. He always
wanted to cum inside her pussy. At least that was the
truth. Seeing his semen on her lips and chin was a
sight I was not prepared for.

"Um," my wife mouthed as I watched for the
first time another man penetrate his dick into my
wife's pussy. I was frozen. Kamal was enjoying this
too much. He was slipping his wide body jet with
authority, grinding it deep into her hidden flesh
feeling its enveloping warmth that was once only for
me.

Still I hoped that this was a dream. I was
not willing to register what my eyes witnessed and my
ears heard: the grunting from the doctor, the
succulent moans from my wife, his balls slapping my
wife's flesh as he thrusted himself in and her willful
participation.

Like a jackhammer, the doctor pounded my
wife. I poured the rest of my drink down my throat,
anxiously waiting for the elusive numbness. I was
determined to survive these next days and to get the
doctor ten thousand miles away from my life.

I believed that my wife's moaning was an act
to please the doctor, to show him that he was a good
lover. Even that hope was shattered as I realized my
wife's body tensed and twisted in a fashion that I had
only seen a handful of times in my two years of
marriage. My wife had a hard time climaxing and here
she was going to do just that in front of my eyes.

"Oh, fuck me. Don't stop," my wife said
between her moans. She had never talked dirty to me.
Her breasts jiggled deliciously as the pounding from
the doctor continued without abatement.

Being bent over with her legs slightly
apart, her body rippled with convulsions at the moment
of truth. I had never felt so inadequate in my life
before. The doctor kept pounding away.

I wanted to ask the doctor when will he
deposit his seed into my very willing wife. But I
kept quiet and waited for this event to take place. I
was tired sitting on the pot watching my wife being
taken by another man that I was actually glad when Dr.
Dinesh finally ejaculated. My wife stayed bent over
just to humiliate me further with the sight of his
spunk oozing out around her labia.

"Anoop, your wife wants to show you how much
she has enjoyed herself," Dr. Dinesh said with a
laugh. His penis still erect glistened with Kamal's
juices.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded to
the doctor. My wife had turned on the shower again.

"You are taking this personally, my friend.
Kamal was like a flower waiting to bloom. But she
never knew what energy was being imprisoned deep
within her soul. You didn't have the key and you were
keeping her like a caged animal because you didn't
know any better," the doctor said.

"We don't need you to save us, especially if
it means making my wife into a slut," I countered.
Kamal was in the shower and was beckoning the doctor
to come in.

"I am saving her and she wants to be saved,"
the doctor said as he joined my wife in the shower.

The intimacy displayed in the shower
sickened me, my wife's young flawless body caressing
the middle-aged body of the doctor. She was washing
him with a tenderness she definitely lacked for me. I
felt I was a nobody.

"Why are you staying in this marriage?" I
asked Kamal later that evening. She wore her sexiest
and shortest black satin robe and nothing else. The
doctor and I were sitting on the sofa while Kamal
prepared us some hot Indian tea.

"Because I love you and you are my dear
husband," she replied. Her face looked radiant. It
seemed that the good hard fucking from the doctor made
her more beautiful.

"Your words and your actions are worlds
apart," I said as she handed me the tea. With every
step she took, her well trimmed triangular patch was
exposed.

"You really are an engineer. You see
everything as either black or white," Dr. Dinesh
said. He was relaxed and in high spirits.

"Do you expect me to stick around in this
marriage?" I questioned my wife. She sat down. The
thin fabric did not hide her hardened nipples.

"I wish you would. I love you dearly," she
replied.

"Then why are you being a slut?" I asked.

"Because you don't know what a woman
wants," Dr. Dinesh answered for my wife.

"Kamal, answer me. Why have you become a
slut?" I asked again.

"She had found something that she was
missing. I don't think she can explain it to you,"
Dr. Dinesh interjected again.

"Bullshit," I replied.

It was definitely cramp on our queen size
bed. Kamal dispensed her little piece of lingerie
that she was wearing and squeezed herself between the
doctor and myself. I was ignored as her naked body
gave its full attention to the equally naked doctor.
Jolts of jealousy ran through me whenever her smooth
body brushed against mine.

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"I want to be on top," Kamal whispered
between tender kisses. I wanted to turn away, but I
didn't. I watched as she straddled him. She moved up
and down riding his strong cock. With every stride,
she swayed rhythemically, tossing her hair. The sight
would have been very erotic, if it wasn't my wife
acting like a pure slut.

"Kamal's breasts are a joy to fondle," Dr.
Dinesh said as he was enjoying my wife's eager moves.
His hands were playing with her mammary glands.

I finally turned away and buried my head
under my pillow. I tried to sleep and I may have
dozed off a couple of times throughout the night. I
counted without enthusiasm three sessions of
lovemaking. Surprisingly my wife had an orgasm on all
the sessions.

As I left for work, groggy from lack of
sleep, I glanced one more time at my sleeping naked
wife, cuddling the middle-aged body of the doctor.

"Good morning," Dr Dinesh said as I walked
out of my bedroom.

The next few days were crucial days in the
completion of my employer's multi-million dollar
project. I could only get home around 9:00 p.m. I
made several calls home to my wife but she would not
divulge much about anything. When I did come home, I
was certain they had started their activities before I
arrived which proceeded well into the night on our
queen sized bed.

Spells of depression overwhelmed me
everyday. The only thing that held me together was
the fact that the doctor was leaving in three more
days. Other than that, the fact that my wife was able
to reach an orgasm every time she was fucked by the
doctor troubled me.

On Friday night, I arrived home earlier.
As I turned the key on my apartment door, I heard the
animated conversations among men. My stomach turned.
As I entered, I immediately noticed Anil Sharma
sitting with Dr. Dinesh. The other man, I didn't
recognize but I immediately categorized as someone
without the best intentions for me.

"Anoop, my friend," Anil said. "I didn't
know you were acquainted with Dr. Dinesh. Did you
know that we go a long way back?" His grin was evil.

"I am not surprised," I responded. I was
relieved to see Kamal had her clothes on, preparing
snacks and drinks in the kitchen. She didn't wear her
bra though and the shape of her breasts with the
protrusion of her nipples was clearly evident for all
to see.

"This is Mr. Gopalji," Dr. Dinesh
introduced me to the other man. "He runs a very
successful mail order business right here in San
Diego."

I shook his hand and sat down on the table
with the three men figuring out their intentions.
Anil Sharma, I knew was no good. His acclaim to
noteriety was well known among our small circle of
Indians living in San Diego. After all the abuse she
took, no one understood why Anil's wife had stayed so
long before leaving her husband.

"Please join us for 'teen pati'," Anil
said. His sinister moustache wiggled as he spoke.
Anil produced a pack of cards as Kamal placed three
glasses of scotch whiskey with water.

"Dr. Dinesh, would you mind having this
game at Mr. Anil's residence or Mr. Gopalji's
residence?" I asked. I didn't want Anil Sharma to
know the activities that has happened in this
apartment these last five days.

"Kamal invited my friends here and it
would be impolite to have them leave," Dr. Dinesh
said. He was shuffling the cards.

"Well, alright," I said. I had no idea why
I was not putting a fight. Kamal had probably twenty
orgasms in the last five days and in my two years of
marriage, I could only remember giving her that
pleasure four times.

"Come, join us," Dr. Dinesh said as he dealt
me three cards. I had a drink poured out for me and I
gulped it down.

"Come sit here," Gopalji commanded my wife.
His hands were patting his thighs.

Anil Sharma was studying my face for any
reaction as Kamal sat down on the middle-aged
gentleman's thighs. He seemed amused that I had
become nothing more than a cuckold.

"You're a good man, Anoop," Anil said. He
won the first hand.

Gopalji place his hand between my wife's
legs right at her crotch. Kamal didn't attempt to
remove his hand and sat on his lap rhythmically
swaying her buttock over his stiffening rod. I hoped
her black polyester boot-cut pants will remain on her
throughout the evening, but I wasn't counting on it.

"That feels good," Kamal moaned as Gopalji's
hands were inside her sheer top feeling her little
titties.

"Her breasts are very bouncy, nice to hold
and grab," Dr. Dinesh commented.

It didn't matter that I won the next two
hands. Probably I was the only one concentrating on
the game. My face had become contorted into a scowl,
a look of humiliation and helplessness.

My wife looked vibrant. She tingled with
electricity, an excitement that stirred somewhere deep
within her legs. She peeled off her pants and her
thong and practically jumped on Anil Sharma. Her
pussy and her tight butt has now been exposed to these
men and news of what was going to take place would
definitely spread far and wide. I knew I will be the
laughing stock of our tight knit society in San Diego.

Dr. Dinesh and Gopalji helped remove my
wife's top for Anil's benefit. "Wonderful," he said
before mouthing a good portion of her breast. His
hands roamed up and down her smooth back. She,
meanwhile, grinded herself, like a professional
lapdancer.

I was a coward. I allowed my wife to
become a slut. I wanted to hide as these men casually
and without fear began enjoying my wife's body.

"I cannot wait," Kamal said as she proudly
walked without a single stitch of clothing into our
bedroom with Anil Sharma in tow.

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I gulped down my second glass of the
potent liquor and played another round of 'teen pati'
with the doctor and Mr. Gopalji. In the meantime, my
wife was allowing Mr. Sharma to fuck her on our bed
and in our bedroom. My wife was moaning loudly so
that we could all hear as we sat on the table. Dr.
Dinesh had a big smile on his face.

"Anil is very clever in sex. He can get
women to have big orgasms. I just don't know how he
does it," Dr. Dinesh said. He folded his cards and
grabbed a handful of potato chips.

"I know. There is this oriental lady that
is always waiting for Anil outside his home wanting to
get fucked. He is always telling her to get lost,"
Gopalji said.

"I would imagine that Kamal would keep
going back to Anil," Dr. Dinesh said. He flipped a
winning hand on the table.

Great! I was losing in the card game,
knowing my wife was having sex with a notorious man
and worst of all, she was moaning louder than she did
even with Dr. Dinesh. My world was quickly swallowing
me up. I hoped Gopalji was terrible in sex. I
couldn't take anymore humiliation today.

"Why don't you go, see and learn
something," Dr. Dinesh suggested.

Like a defeated man, I stood up and
proceeded to my bedroom hoping that the door was
locked. Part of me wanted to see but the rest of me
would probably be unable to handle it. The knob
turned and I saw my wife on the bed in the midst of
passion. Anil was penetrating his monster deep into
my wife. She had her calves over his shoulder and her
pussy raised for maximum penetration. I stood outside
the open door watching my wife stripping every last
ounce of dignity left in me.

There was no acknowledgement of my presence.
I was just an outsider to them. My head was spinning
and I closed the door softly. Back at the table, I
picked up my cards.

For no better word, it was a 'shriek' that
emanated from Kamal's attractive mouth. The hairs in
my body all stood on ends. We all knew that she
experienced the ultimate sensation magnified ten-fold.
Worse than that, I expected my neighbors to rush in
any moment, wondering what unholy act just took place.

Anil emerged like a triumphant gladiator
wrapped in my terry cloth robe. The smirk on his face
was an ugly sight to see. "She will take some time to
recover," he said.

"Well, I hope she does," Gopalji said. I
couldn't figure out whether that was a wise-crack or
his selfish concern. The cards were being dealt
again.

Kamal emerged in a daze. Her hair was
tousled and she walked passed us straight to the sofa.
She had nothing on. When she sat, her legs were
apart. Spunk like molten lava was creeping its way
to the upholstery. The men ignored her but I kept
glancing her way.

The men were immersed in the card game.
The bets were getting higher. My winnings were
getting sporadic. I didn't notice Kamal was sitting
on Gopalji. Her arms were around his neck. The game
went on.

"Let's fuck now," Kamal was whispering.

Gopalji was on a streak. He ignored my
wife's sweet requests until he got a couple of losing
hands. Then they left together to the bedroom.

"Do you want me to come over or would you
rather have Kamal come to my home?" Anil asked. He
was shuffling the deck of cards.

"What are you talking about?" I said. My
voice sounded squeeky.

"Kamal will need me and I don't want to
make things difficult for her," he replied.

I folded. I got the worst cards
possible, a two, a three and a five of different
colors. My wife's moans weren't as loud as half an
hour ago. She was enjoying another man's penis
shovings its way into her insides right now and I
realized that whatever I said would have made no
difference.

"Kamal will come back to her senses," I
said.

"She has come to her senses," the doctor
said.

There may have been words to say or
actions to take. As long as my wife wanted these men,
I was powerless. I didn't even have enough dignity to
leave my wife.

So I played on while my wife was
alternated by Anil Sharma and Gopalji. In the end
each of them had taken her three times and they left
satisfied with promises of further sessions.

"Let's take a shower," my wife said to Dr.
Dinesh.

I ended up doing the dishes and cleaning
up the kitchen area. They went straight to our bed
after drying themselves off. When I finished getting
the apartment in order, I went to lie down next to my
wife with the doctor on top of her, sliding his prick
into her. Soon I managed to fall asleep.

The doctor finally left on Sunday. I
didn't know what to say or do with her anymore. Kamal
wore a little short skirt that beautifully accentuated
her thighs. I used to love when other men became
jealous of my having such a beautiful wife but now I
felt it was a curse. It was strange now to be alone
with her in the apartment. We ate dinner in silence.
I did the dishes.

Kamal broke the silence. She had a handbag
strapped to her shoulders and the car keys in her
hands. "I'm going to Anil's house. Don't wait for
me," she said.

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The Bride and the Tax-Driver

It had only been a week since we had been married. It took us the week to settle down in our new apartment that was gifted to us by Ramesh's father. Ramesh and I were to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. We had a little bit of shopping left to do before we left. Ramesh went and got the taxi and called me from downstairs. I rushed down as soon as the taxi arrived and we both got in. We told the taxi driver of our destination and we were off.

The taxi-driver was a big guy. He looked huge and took up most of the front seat. I could barely see anything in the front since his huge posture blocked the view. We had been on the road for about ten minutes now and already hit bad traffic. After a while, as me and my husband dear were engrossed in our coochie-coo, the driver turned around and told my husband, "Saahab, aap bahaut naseeb waale ho."

"Kya matlab?" asked my husband, puzzled at this sudden comment.

"Aapko itni sundar patni mili hai. Bahaut khush naseeb ho saahab." He replied, grinning.

I could see that my husband had been angered at this, but he didn’t have the guts to say anything, looking at the size of that man sitting in front of us. Finally, I decided to do something.

"Driver! Gaadi roko! Kaise badtameez aadmi ho tum! Sharam nahi aati tumhe?" I said in a voice filled with anger.

"Arre madam, aap toh aise hi naaraaz ho gayi. Maaf kar dijiye madam." He said, but his expression clearly indicated that he wasnt sorry at all.

"Kya maaf kar de! Passenger se is tarah bartaaw kiya jaata hai! Rok do gaadi issi waqt!" My voice quivered as I tried to sound assertive.

"Accha accha madam." He said. "Maine toh aise hi keh diya. Gareeb aadmi hoon. Teen saal pehle meri patni mujhe chodkar kisi aur ke saath bhaag gayi paise ke liye. Kya karu memsaab, tabh se bas..gaadi chalaata hoon aur apna pet bharta hoon. Aur koi iccha hi nahi bacchi." I could detect the truth in his sad voice.

"Oh.." is all I could say. I felt a little guilty now for being so harsh to the poor man.

"Hamme maaf kar dena bhai." My husband said, placing a hand on his shoulder from behind.

"Koi baat nahi saahab." He said. "Maafi mujhe maangni chaahiye. Pehli baar itni sundar jodi dekhi. Thoda mann machal gaya. Kya kare, akela aadmi hoon."

"Nahi nahi bhai, apne aap ko akela matt samjho." My husband said.
"Tumhaara naam kya hai?"

"Javed" He answered.

"Javed bhai, ek kaam karo, aap aaj hamaare ghar chaliye, Wahi khaana kha lijiyega." He said and then turned and looked at me. I just nodded in approval.

"Nahi nahi saahab, mein gareeb aadmi. Memsaab ko buraa lagega." He said

"Nahi Javed Bhai." I said "Mujhe buraa nahi lagega. aap gaadi ghumaa lijiye. Waapas wahi chaliye jahaan se hamme pickup kiya tha."

He smiled, turned the taxi around and we headed back to our place. Javed felt a little uncomfortable entering our house. I could make out that this man had entered in such a posh house for the first time in his life. I looked at him, admiring how big this man was. I don’t know why, but I have always been attracted to men who are rather large than usual. And this man was really big. He must have been 6 3", and really broad shouldered. Ramesh led him to the living room and asked him to make himself comfortable on the sofa. He sat down, smiling. I looked at him and smiled too. All this while I was contemplating whether I should change into something comfortable. Since our previous plans were to go out for shopping and then a little dinner in a good restaurant, I was wearing a nice lemon colored low neck salwar(bottom) kameez(top). It was skin fitting, with the kameez wrapped around my body tight enough to show how curvaceous my young newly-married body really is. I was wearing what every newly wed dulhan wears, a set of bangles that covered both my wrists. I decided not to change, feeling too lazy to do so. I just headed to the kitchen to get Javed bhai something to drink. I came out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with two glasses of Pepsi and placed it on the center table. I took a glass and served it to Javed Bhai, who accepted it with a smile on his face. I could trace his eyes peeking into my low-neck as I leaned to serve him. I didn’t mind. Infact, I kinda found the appreciative looks to be a turn-on. I went and sat down on the couch next to my husband. Ramesh put an arm around me and we started chatting with Javed Bhai. All this
while, I could make out that Javed couldnt stop admiring my curves. His eyes traced every inch of my body all the time. I felt as I was being stripped naked by this mans eyes. But I didnt say much. I pitied the mans condition. Lonely for three years, wife deserted him, he could use a little eye-candy. I decided to take it a step forward to make him feel better.

"Arre javed bhai, itne durr kyu baithe hai aap." I said. "Aayiye na, hamaare paas hi baithiye."

Surprisingly, he didnt show any resistance. He came down and sat right besides me. I felt a little uneasy, sitting there on the couch in the middle of two men. "Madam, aap bahaut sundar hai." He said, taking a sip of his drink. "Saahab, aap bahaut khush naseeb hai. Itni chikni cheez aapki baahon mein kaskar baithi hai."

"Chikni cheez??" I thought to myself. I had never been addressed like that in my life. I could sense the discomfort that my husband must've felt at that moment.

"Madam, aapki mehak hi itni pyaari hoon. Kya bataoon, mann macchal gaya. Bahaut dino baad apni patni ki kammi mehsoos kar raha hoon." Saying this he made a bold move and put and arm over my shoulder where my husbands arm was. Now I was sitting between two men, with their arms around my thin shoulders. My husband all this while was quiet. He was too afraid of this man to say anything. In comparision to this man, my husband was not even half his size. He could lift my husband on one arm, and two of me on the other. I felt a cold shiver run through my body as he moved even closer to me, now placing his nose over the side of my neck, taking a whiff of my perfume. I looked at my husband and saw fear all over his face where I expected anger. His forehead was sweating while his body was shivering as his wife was getting nuzzled by this giant of a man.

"Sorry memsaab" He said, moving away suddenly. "Thoda control ke baahar ho gaya. Maaf karna."

"k-k-koi baat nahi javed bhai" said my husband. I looked at him and shocked. He shook his head, afraid that I might blast off any minute now. Javed laughed at my husbands response.

"Memsaab, aapke pati toh bahaut acche aadmi hai. Aur bahaut samajhdaar bhi. Haina Bhaisaab?" He said, looking at my husband. "Bhaisaab, aap hamaare liye chai kyu nahi banaa laate."

"Mein le aati hoon" I said, trying to seize this opportunity of getting out of this situation. I tried to get up but Javed's huge hand grabbed me by my arm and pulled me back on the couch. "Arre nahi nahi memsaab, aap takleef na kare. Hamme aapki company bahaut bhaa gayi hai. Ham yahaan aapse baatein karenge. Aur saahab hamaare liye chai banaakar laayenge. Kyu saahab?" He said, his hand holding my arm firmly. My husband was left with no choice now. I couldnt believe as I saw him getting up and walking away, towards the kitchen.

My breathing grew heavy as I found myself alone in the living room, sitting besides a man thrice my size. He looked at me and smiled. I cursed my husband for inviting this man over to our place for dinner. But from the look on Javed's face, he was indeed the happiest man on earth. He put his arm around my shoulder once again and pulled me
closer. A broad smile on his face revealed his yellow paan-stained teeth. "Memsaab, aap toh ghabraa rahi hai. Dekhiye, aap samajhdar aurat hai. Nayi nayi shaadi hui hai aapki. Aap hi bataayiye, shaadi ke baad, agar aapka pati aapko akela chodkar chalaa jaaye, toh aap kya karogi?" Saying these words, his hands were on my lap now, slowly stroking them. "Teen saal ho gaye memsaab. Mera bistar nahi garam kiya kisine." his hands were reaching for the naada of my salwar now. "Aapka bada ehsaan hoga mujhe memsaab, agar aap meri pyaas bujhaade. Mein aapke saath zabardasti nahi karna chaahta. Isliye please, maan jaaye toh aapke aur aapke pati ke liye hi behtar hoga." His arm pulling me closer to him now, literally squeezing me against his hard smelling body. "Mein apni taakat ka istimaal nahi karna chaahta. Warna aap toh dekh hi rahi hai apne pati ko. Bechaara gabhraa gaya hai. Isliye kehta hoon, maan jaaiye memsaab." SAying this, he finally pulled at the knot of my salwar, undoing it.

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My husband came into the living room carrying a tray with three cups of tea on it. What he saw made him let go of the tray right there. In front of his wide-open eyes was his wife, with a strangers arm around her shoulder, squeezing her left boob. The man's other hand was pulling his wifes salwar down forcibly as his face was burried in her neck, kissing and sucking on it. His young newly-wed wife was being ravaged by a beastly looking man. Javed looked up as he heard the crash. He laughed and said "Koi baat nahi saahab. Abh chai ki zaroorat nahi. Aapki sundar biwi hi kaafi hai mere liye." Saying this, he got up, pulled me up by my arm. My salwar fell on the floor. He looked down at my tiny frame and then slowly scooped me up in his arms. He stood there, in front of my trembling husband, and walked upto him carrying me in his arms. He looked at me, scanning me from top to bottom, eyeing my naked legs greedily. He then looked at my husband and licked his lips, "kya chikni maal hai yaar. Mazaa aayega aaj." And for the first time, in a rough tone filled with arrogance, he told my husband "chal baaju hath chutiye." And thats all my husband did. He slowly moved out of his way as Javed carried me out of the living room and into our bedroom. My husband followed us into the bedroom as I cursed him for not getting our fone line installed quickly. Even his
cellfone wasnt working unfortunately. As soon as the three of us were in the room, Javed ordered him. "Darwaaza tera baap bandh karega? Chal bandh kar!" he barked at Ramesh. Ramesh did what he was told obidiently as Javed looked at me, grinning as he placed me on the bed. I quickly tried to cover my naked legs with my kameez, folding my legs in. But Javed caught my ankle and pulled. "NAhi nahi meri jaan, chupao matt. Abh koi faayda nahi." Saying this he places his huge hands on my tiny but supple thights, gently squeezing them. "Maska hai yaar tu toh." he said. He turned around looked at my husband. "Dekh, tujhe dikhaata hoon, aisi aurat ko kaise istimaal karte hai." Saying this,
he grabbed my panties, pulling them off my legs. He slowly slid them off. My cheeks were red now, embaressed about my nakedness in front of this giant. But he kept grinning in a monstrous sort of way, one hand on my ankle now and the other one stroking my inner-left thigh. He looked at my husband and said "Tujh Jaise chutiye ke saath isko kya
mazaa aata hoga? Yeh toh garam fataaka hai. Isko toh asli mard chaahiye, mere jaisa. Tujh jaisa heejda nahi." My husband could say nothing but watch and be abused by this man. His wife was on the bed, almost naked and a strangers hands were moving towards her pussy. A newly-wed pussy.

"Dekh jaan" Said Javed, now he had moved away, undoing his trousers. "Tujhe dikhaata hoon asli mard." Saying this, he dropped his pants and pulled his underwear down. What revealed in front of my eyes froze me. A giant black 11" lund (cock) sprung out from between his legs. It must have been atleast 5" inches wide too. I was about 5-6 feet away
from his cock and I could still smell its musky scent as the beastly rod pointed right towards my mouth. My eyes were wide open, fixated at this gigantic tool, I didnt realize that Javed had grabbed my hair lightly and was pulling me towards his rod. It was only 2 seconds later that I realized that his cock was not barely an inch away from my face. He grabbed his cock with one hand, my hair in the other, he finally placed the hot, black musky-smelling rod on my face, rubbing it against my cheek gently. I closed my eyes as i felt the burning heat on my cheek, hearing the man moan softly. I opened my eyes and
glanced at husband. The poor guy was sitting on a chair now, his face covered with sweat. His legs were trembling as he watch his brides cheek being rubbed by a taxi-drivers Lund.

I couldn't believe what was happening at that moment. I was there, on the bed, naked below my waist, having my cheek rubbed by a black, fat and smelly 11" lund. The lund was burning against my cheek. My eyes kept shifting between the cock and my husband's sweaty face. Surprisingly, my husbands hand was rubbing his own crotch! I looked at
him in disgust as the idea of his wife's face being rubbed against a filthy taxi-drivers lund was turning him on. Javed put his palm around my chin and turned my face towards him. I saw the lust in his eyes as he kept massaging his cock on my cheek.

"Wahaan uss chutiye ko kya dekh rahi hai jaan." He said. "Yahaan dekh..mere is lund ko dekh. Tere naye khilone ko." Saying this, he started rubbing his cock all over my face, rubbing it harder against my nose now. He brushed it against my lips before he pressed his fingers against my jaw to make me open my mouth. I resisted at first, but his fingers began to hurt me and finally opened my mouth, only to let his hard a rock cock to slide in slowly. I closed my eyes tight as I felt his salty cock slide into my mouth slowly. I felt his body quivering as he felt the warmth of my mouth around his cock. Letting out a groan, he grabbed my hair and pushed his cock deeper inside. I was almost choking on his cock as I had never been deep throated before.

"Aaaarrrrhhhh..kya garam mooh hai re tera." He said, as he looked down on me, choking on his cock. My eyes were shut tight, his cock going deeper, making my eyes water as I choked and gagged on his cock. He sensed my discomfort and slowly pulled his cock out. I felt relief as the big rod slid out of my mouth slowly. I took a deep breath and looked up at him, watery-eyed as he still had a grip over my hair. He looked down at me and grinned, his cock fully covered with my saliva. A thick string of saliva was dangling between the tip of his cock and my lower lip. I turned around to look at my husband, who by now had his cock pulled out of his pants, stroking it hard. I looked back at Javed face, he kept grinning like a monster, stroking his cock with one hand and gripping my hair tight, hurting me with the other.

"Chal waapis mooh khol" he said. This time, I didnt resist at all and opened my mouth wide to let him slide his monster inside. He thrusted it hard this time, and within a second, I was gagging on his tool once again. He kept pushing it hard inside. I kept gagging on it, feeling very uncomfortable, my throat hurting at this hard intrusion. I kept
gagging, which was obviously turning him on even more since his cock seemed to get harder and thicker inside my mouth. He pulled his cock out once again, I grunted as I felt the hard rod finally sliding out. It came out glistening with thick coats of my saliva mixed with his precum. I was breathing heavily as my eyes were fixed upon it. He pulled me against his cock and started rubbing all of the saliva over the shaft onto my lips. My mouth was splattered wet now, lips glistening with saliva and precum. I had never been treated like this in my life.

"Chal, abh yeh kameez bhi utaar de. Poori tarah nangi hoja. Tera pataaka jism bhi toh dekhu." Saying this he moved away and signaled me to take my top off. I looked at my husband, who was still stroking his tiny little manhood, nodding in approval. I rolled my eyes at him, still breathing quite heavily as I grabbed the hem of my kameez, slowly pulling it above my shouders and over my head. I took of my kameez, but quickly covered my breast with it, hiding it from Jaaved's view. He laughed as I did so. "Arre abh chupaa ke kya faayda. Khud hi toh pehle lalchaa rahi thi." he said. "Jaaved bhai, aaiye ne, baithiye na mere paas." he mimicked me, as he grabbed my kameez and pulled it away. I covered my breasts with my arms. But he pushed them aside too. He slowly pushed the bra straps aside, and pushed my bra down. I was now on the bed, fully naked in front of this beast. His eyes were wide open, his tounge licking his lips as he saw my supple boobs. He grabbed my bra and flung it at my husband as he leaned forward, onto
me. I kept shaking my head, appealing him to stop with my eyes.

"Please Jaaved bhai, nahi...please.." But he didnt listen. Within seconds, his smelly body was close to mine, his eyes fixated at my boobs. He cupped my left breast with his hand and squeezed it softly, looking at my face now. I whinced and grimaced as I felt his rough hands squeezing my breast.

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"Haaye..is kutiya ki shakal toh dekho" he said. "Shakal dekhkhar hi mera lund jhadne lag jaayega." He then looked at my husband and asked "Kyun be..kya bolta hai. Pehli iski choot phaadu ya iski gaand maaru?" I looked at him in shock as he talked in such a filthy language about me. In a trembling voice, my husband replied, "Ch-choot maar saali ki." Javed laughed at his answer. I was shocked at my husbands response. These men were talking me as if I was a fuck toy at their disposal. "Chal be raand" Javed told me in a rough tone, "Pair phela apne." I didnt listen to him, turning my face away.

"Abbe saali" he said, biting his lips as he grabbed my ankles in his rough hands now, pulling my legs apart. I shrieked! As he looked at my slightly bushy pussy and licked his lip. I kept shaking my head. "Jaaved bhai..please..no..nahi.."

"Chup be raand" was all he said as he brought his cock closer to my glistening choot now, standing between my legs. I could barely accomodate his fat body between my tiny legs, and this giant was going to thrust his cock inside my pussy. He placed his hard cock against my pussy, rubbing it and giggling like a devil. The thickness of his cock covered my pussy completely. He put his hands on my inner thighs now, pulling my legs apart to spread my pussy lips apart, and gently placed the tip of his cock on the opening of my pussy. We looked into each others eyes, my eyes filled with fear and his with lust, as he slowly pushed his shaft inside.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips,and let out a loud whimper as I felt the hard shaft entering inside. I had never felt anything like this in my lift. I just let go of my body and plopped down on the bed, biting my lower lip hard, my hips held up by Javed's monstrous hands, my pussy being filled by his giant cock. Javed groaned as half way
through, I was having difficulty letting his cock get in any further.
I looked at him, teary-eyed. "PLease..bas..aur nahi ghusega..please."

"Abbe..tu toh kya tight hai re" he grunted as he pushed harder now. I let out a loud yelp as I felt the hard cock, pushing in violently now. His cock was just too big for me. Finally, with one huge push, he pushed his cock deep inside. I had never been in so much pain before. His cock was killing me. I looked at Javed's face, his forehead sweating profously. He fell down, on top of me, burdening my tiny body with his gigantic frame, his cock still burried deep inside my ravaged pussy. I just put my arms around him, my eyes watery, my face red, my body violated. I felt my pussy walls tightened against his dick. He lifted his head and looked at my face, his cock slowly sliding out now, I watched as he face came closer to mine. His mouth opened to show his yellow teeth. He placed his mouth on top of my mouth as he thrusted his cock deep into my pussy again. My body just squirmed under his as his dick violated my pussy and his tounge violated my mouth. He kissed and sucked my mouth sloppily. His rough hands were groping my breasts. His cock was now thrusting in and out of my pussy rythmically. His fingers pinched and pulled at my tits all the time.

From a distance, I could heard the sound of my husbands grunting. I opened my eyes and tried to look at my husband while Jaaved's mouth sucked on my tounge like a hungry animal. My husband had his dick in his hand and cum all over his pants. I closed my eyes and continued to be ravaged by Jaaved. Jaaved's thrusts had gotten faster now. He kept
thrusting harder and harder while my pussy kept bearing it all. Jaaved started grunting louder and louder. I knew the moment had come. With one hard thrust that almost left me breathless for quite a few seconds, I felt Javed's cum gushing into my pussy. Javed groaned and groaned, his sweat trickling onto my body as he shot loads and loads of cum into my pussy. I moaned loud as I felt the hot cum entering into my pussy.

Finally, he collapsed onto my body. We layed on the bed for a few minutes. His body on top of mine, breathing heavily. I was breathless myself. Eventually, he got up, slowly pulling his limp cock out of my pussy. I tried to look at it as he did so. His cum soaked cock, sliding out of my sore pussy. He stood up against the edge of the bed and looked at me, lying on the bed, panting. He grabbed my hair and pulled me up roughly. I looked up at him as he brushed his cum soaked cock against my lips, and thrust it inside my mouth. Without any hesitation, I took it inside, sucking it clean for him. I licked the cum off his cock really well. Making sure I swallow everything. Cum is one thing I just love. He looked down at me and laughed. "Bhooki raand" he said as he pulled his cock out of my hungry mouth.

Within the next few minutes, he was dressed. Buttoning the last button of his shirt, he looked at my husband. My husband was just sitting this, his dick out of his pants, his hand and pants splattered with cum. Jaaved Bhai walked towards the door of our bedroom, turned around and told me "Phir aaoonga. Abh toh aana jaana lagaa hi rahega
bhabhiji." He said, laughing as he walked out of the bedroom. I just looked at my husband as I sat there, naked on the edge of the bed. We heard the outside door close, our eyes just fixated on each others face.

That night, we didnt say a word to each other. We just packed our stuff for the next morning as we had an early flight to Goa for our honeymoon. We spoke a little the next morning while we were on our way to the airport. By the time we reached Goa, surprisingly, we were back to normal. We were behaving like a normal newly-wed couple once again. Laughing, joking, coochie-cooing. But at the back of my mind, the
scenes of my body and my choot being violated in front of my husband kept playing again and again. I tried to ignore but I couldnt, especially when my husband used to fuck me during our honeymoon.

Two weeks later, we were back home. We called our parents as soon as we were back and told them how much we enjoyed. We took a shower, went out for a dinner that evening, came back and after a fuck-session, went to sleep. The next morning, my husband left for work early as he had to report soon. I kissed him goodbye and got back to my usual routine, married life. I had completely forgotten about Jaaved. I took a shower, had my breakfast, watched TV for a while, and by the time it was noon, decided to take a nap. I went to my bedroom and lied down to slepe when suddenly the bell rang. I got up, went upto the door and opened it.

"Kya madam, kaise ho?"

It was Jaaved. And he was not alone this time. Along with him, were two of his friends, who looked as filthy as he did. "Madam, yeh hai mera dost Imraan, aur yeh hai Sanjeev." They looked at me and grinned. Jaaved pushed me aside as the three of them walked into our house.

"Kya madam, kidhar the itne din?" He said, sliding his red scarf of his shoulder as he made himself comfortable on the couch while Sanjay closed the main door for me as I walked into the living room in my gown. Imraan closed the curtains as Jaaved put his feet on the center table and said "Bahaut yaad aayi aapki madam...aaj yaad puri karenge
ham..apne doston ke saath" he said as I heard the door of the living room being closed behind me.

I was scared. Petrified, to be more precise. I was alone between three men who were completely new to me, trapped in my own house. I kept looking around, not sure what to do. Sanjeev stood in front of the door to make sure there was no way out of there for me. Jaaved sat on the crouch, grinning as he looked at me with those dirty eyes. Imraan on the other hand was going through my husband's liquor collection.

"Jaaved bhai, idhar to sabh imported maal hai." said Imraan. "Aaj videsi maal hi piyenge.kya?

"Arre daaru videsi hai toh kya hua. Yeh maal toh apni desi hai." laughed Jaaved. "Videsi daaru piyenge..aur is desi raand ko chodenge."

All three of them laughed. Sanjeev came up from behind and grabbed my wrist, dragging me towards the other two. I resisted, but his pull was too strong. He dragged me and let me go when I was right in the middle of the three of them. He sat down on the single-piece couch. The three men were leering at me like animals. I had never felt so trapped, that I could barely move or utter a word. My body was shivering with fear. Imraan opened up one of the bottles - Black Label, and took a swig, passing it on to Jaaved.

"Mmmm...mazaa aagaya boss. Kya daaru hai. Gala garam ho gaya." Said Imraan. "Abh thoda lund bhi garam ho jaaye."

Jaaved gulped down a bit of the whisky and passed it on to Sanjeev, who hadnt spoken a word yet. He just took the bottle and drank.

"Kya memsaab. Suna nahi mere dost ne kya kaha?" Said Jaaved. He got up and walked upto me, looking down at me, right into my eyes. I just looked away.

"Jaaved bhai, yeh aisa kyu hota hai?" Asked Sanjeev finally. "Yeh bade ghar ki auraten ekdam naazook, dubli-patli kyun hoti hai yaar? Inlog khaana waana nahi khaati kya? Apni Mahaule ki Roopa rani ko dekho. Hatti-katti, ekdam maal. Kya badan hai uska."

"Kya Sanjeev, thoda toh fark rahega na woh kaamwaali mein aur is memsaab mein." answered Imraan for Jaaved. Jaaved just kept looking at me with an evil look in his eyes, burning a hole in me with his look. "Yeh memsaab log apne figure ko sambhaalti hai. Bahaut dhyaan rakhte hai apni body ka. Isliye inlog ki choot bhi ekdam mast rehti hai.
ekdam phataaka. Kya bolte Jaaved bhai?"

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Jaaved looked at me and grinned. "Try karke dekh lo isiko." I looked at him, scared and shocked. "Kya madam, kabhi liya hai kya teen teen lund ek saath?" I just kept looking at his face, not able to utter a single word. The fear in my eyes had became evident as slight tears started to well up in them. Imraan and Sanjeev got up and walked up to me. My head started spinning as the three men gathered around me, each with a dirty grin on his face. Imraan took a swig of the whisky and held the bottle in front of me. I shook my head, refusing. The three men laughed as I shook my head.

"Arre pi lo madam. Mazaa aa jaayega." said Sanjeev.

"Yeh aise nahi maanegi." said Imraan, moving even closer. He tilted the bottle, pouring the whisy right into my cleavage. I closed my eyes tight as I felt the cool whisky pouring into my cleavage and down to my stomach. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I heard the three men laughing. The three men just towered over me like giants, laughing. Suddenly I felt a pair of hands grab my waist. I opened my eyes to see Jaaved behind me, lifting my gown. He lift my gown above my knees, the other two standing and admiring my naked legs as they revealed. Soon, my panties were visible. I dont know why, but I automatically lifted my hands up as Jaaved pulled the gown above my shoulders. The three came even closer as my body was almost naked now, between them, only covered by my bra and pantie. I looked down and saw whisky stains over my panties.

"Kaisi laggi?" Asked Jaaved to the two men whose eyes were wide open,
just like their mouths. "Kya Sanjeev? Teri Roopa rani itni chikni hai kya?"

"Jaaved bhai, iska badan toh ekdam maska hai yaar." Said Sanjeev as he moved even closer, placing his rough palm over my smooth ass cheeks. "Kya gaand hai yaar!" He said, squeezing my buttcheek really hard. I bit my lower lip hard as I felt his grip over my ass.

"Bas bas Sanjeev." Said Imraan. "Aaram se, kahi idhar hi nahi nikal jaaye hum sabh ka." The three men laughed as I felt humiliated. I looked at Imraan, and for the first time, a little bit of anger was visible in my teary-eyes. Imraan looked at me, his expressions turning serious.

"Dekhti kya hai be randi?" He said, moving towards me. "Bahaut dino se iccha thi tere jaisi kisi memsaab ko chodunga. Bahaut naatak dekha hai tumlogo ka. Saali randiya log. Gaand mataka matka ke chalti ho raasto par. Tabhi toh bahaut mazaa aata hai jabh log dekhte hai. Aaj jabh gaand marwaane ki baat aayi, toh gussa dikhaati hai?"

"Bas bas Imraan." Said Jaaved. His voice seemed to have a calming effect on Imraan, who had otherwise fire in his eyes by now. "Jitna gussa karna hai..apne lund se kar. Chal..shuruaat tu hi kar le."

Imraan's face now had a grin. He moved his hand towards my cheek, gently stroking it, moving towards my hair. He grabbed my hair and pulled me head back as I shrieked. Sanjeev was sliding my panties down my legs while Jaaved unhooked my bra from behind, pulling it off and throwing it away. Imraan kept looking into my eyes, licking his lips.
I trembled between the three of them and first time, appealed to them.

"Please." I said. "Aisa matt karo. Abhi abhi meri shaadi hui hai."

"Toh? Shaadi kyun ki? Asked Imraan. "Roz raat ko apne pati ka lund apne mooh mein lene ke liye hi na? Abh hamaara bhi le le."

"Arre woh toh saala chutiya hai" said Jaaved from behind, as his rough hands were squeezing my naked breasts now, rubbing my nipples between his fingers. "2 inch ka lund bhi nahi rahega saale ka."

"Koi baat nahi Jaaved bhai." Said Sanjeev, kneeling down, his eyes fixated on my choot. "Hum log dikhaate hai na is raand ko asli lund."

"Hmm...pehle is nangi raand ke nange badan se toh khel le." Said Jaaved as he put his arms around my waist and started licking my neck like an animal. Grabbing my hair, Imraan forced his filthy tounge into my mouth. Jaaved's hands moved towards my breast. His rough hands cupped my breasts, fondling my nipples between his fingers. I grabbed
Imraan's hair with one hand and pushed him harder against my mouth, my other hand reaching down for Sanjeev's head, who was on his knees,
kissing my choot rapidly, spitting on it from time to time.

"Kyun bhai log, mazaa aa raha hai na?" Asked Jaaved. None of them answered. I just stood there being violated by these three giants. I was half their size. These men were really big. I was really scared of what was going to happen to me next, when suddenly, Jaaved grabbed my waist and lifted me up. He put me on top of his shoulder like I was
some luggage while the other two guys watched. Jaaved walked away with me on his shoulder, naked, out of the living room and into the bedroom. The other two men followed him. They closed the door to the bedroom as we all were inside. Jaaved threw me on to the bed. I fell on the bed on my back with a loud thud, almost breaking my back. I layed there, sprawled on the bed, my hair dishelved. The three men started undoing their pants so fast as if they were to catch a train. Jaaved was the first one to get out of his pants. The sight of his huge lund reminded me of the hard pounding I recieved the night before I was to leave for my honeymoon. In the meantime, Sanjeev, who was
clearly obsessed with my pussy, got his tool out and headed straight for my pussy, spreading my legs apart. His lund was of average size, but it was very thick. He rubbed the head of his lund against my moist pussy lips. I watched his black dick rubbing against my pussy as my breathing became heavier. I was so engrossed in watching him rub it
against me that I didnt realize that Jaaved was standing behind me, rubbing his cock against my cheeks. Imraan on the other hand had just decided to stand in a corner and watch with a ciggerate in his mouth. I looked at him and he grinned.

"Ghabra matt meri raand, mein bhi tujhe chodunga." he said, laughing.

Sanjeev's mouth was back to my pussy, tounge flickering over my clit. Jaaved grabbed my hair and turned my head towards his face, looking me into my eyes. I put on my best innocent look and said "Jaavedji.. please.."

He laughed, still rubbing his cock against my cheek. "Chal, mooh khol. " he said. I closed my eyes, as my mouth opened unwillingly. A second later, I had a rock hard, foul tasting cock inside my mouth, sliding in deeper while down between my legs, Sanjeev was furiously rubbing and pinching my pussy lips with his fingers. I closed my eyes and for
the first time, in the last two weeks, actually was enjoying a real cock inside my mouth.

I layed their on the bed. My body covered with sweat. My mouth pounded hard by Jaaved's cock, throat being suffocated with his warm hard cock. My pussy being fingered, pinched, spitted on, bitten. I was lost in the wonderful taste of Jaaved's lund inside my mouth. Suddenly, I felt something hot and hard being rubbed against my naked belly. I tried to look down at what it was. But Jaaved had my mouth stuffed in such a way, that his huge posture was blocking my view. The thing felt too big to be a cock. I assumed its some sort of a sexual toy that these guys bought along with them and just hoped it was not for me to fuck. But I soon realized it felt too real to be toy. I felt it throbbing. I felt it getting hotter and harder. I felt it push into my navel, as if trying to fuck it. I was still gagging at Jaaved's cock, my saliva dripping out of my mouth and covering all of its surrounding area, running down my cheeks and neck. Jaaved gaved a huge thrust, almost choking me to death before he slowly pulled it out of my mouth.
I gasped for breath as the cock slid out.As I was breathing heavily, I got up, sitting on the bed, eyes still closed, pussy still being violently licked and sucked. I opened my eyes, only to see that the hard thing that was rubbing against my navel was now dangling right in front of my face. It was Imraan's cock. And it was longest, thickest cock I had ever seen. I had never imagined somebody could have a cock so big. It must have been atleast 13 inches long. The head of the cock was the size of my fist. I looked at the dick, my eyes and mouth wide open in shock. I shook my head and stuttered "n-n-no..yeh mujhse nahi
hoga." A tight slap came across my face.

My cheek was stinging red. Imraan had slapped me so hard, my cheek was burning with pain. My eyes became teary as I looked at him. "saali raand." he said. "Bahaut zabaan ladaa rahi hai." Jaaved grabbed my hair from behind and pulled me back on the bed. He grabbed my jaw, forcing me to open my mouth.

"Mooh khol saali." He said, pressing my jaw between his fingers. I opened my mouth wide, crossing my legs over Sanjeev as his obsession with my pussy continued. "Daal de tera garam salliya Imraan." Said Jaaved. Imraan walked up to my left side, took his hard cock in his hand and guided it to my mouth. He placed the head of his cock into the opening of my mouth, slowly pushing it in. With great difficulty, I opened my mouth wide enough to led that giant cock slide inside. His cock slid in as my Jaw hurt. Jaaved stood on the side now, looking as my mouth being stuffed, he rubbed his own cock which didnt seem that big to me anymore. Imraan's cock kept sliding in deeper and deeper, suffocating my throat now till the point he knew he couldnt go any deeper. And his cock was barely half covered by mouth. There was still inches to go.

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"Sambhaal ke Imraan." said Sanjeev now. He had finally released my pussy to watch the show. "Abhi toh bahaut kuch karna baaki hai iske saath."

By now, Jaaved moved away from my sight. I watched him walk towards Sanjeev. They both stood there next to my toes, watching my mouth being stuffed. Imraan's sweat trickled down from his head and onto my boobs. He slowly slid his cock out of my out, only to push it back in even harder. I tried to scream, but my voice couldnt escape my throat. I felt a pair of hands grabbing my ass, turning me sideways. Jaaved laid down on one side, behind me, while Sanjeev laid down in front of me. Jaaved carassed my ass gently with his rough hands while Sanjeev was rubbing his fingers against my pussy lips again, looking at my face being stuffed by imraan. As I laid sideways, getting my mouth
fucked monstrously by Imraan's giant lund, Jaaved grabbed my thigh which was up, lifting it in the air, spreading my pussy lips. He positioned his cock between my butt crack, rubbing it in between gently. I feared what was going to happen when I felt Sanjeev now rubbing his cock against my pussy. Sanjeev couldnt wait anymore as he
placed the tip of his between the opening of my pussy lips and slowly pushing it inside. "Uffffffffff" he moaned as his fleshy thick cock slid inside. I gagged around Imraan's cock in my mouth as I felt my pussy being torn apart. I couldnt yell, just moan as I felt the pussy fucking I was recieving while giving Imraan a blowjob he was truly enjoying. Sanjeev slowly pulled his cock out, but thrust it back in harder this time before it got out of there completely. Jaaved, followed Sanjeev, trying to force into my gaand(ass). His cock was too thick to slide in. My asshole wasnt big enough to accomodate him. But
that monster didnt give up. He licked his palm, massaged his dick with his own saliva and tried pushing it in, harder this time. By this time my pussy was being abused violently just as my mouth. And now, I felt the pain. I felt the pain of Jaaved's cock tearing thru my asshole. I felt the hard thick cock push through. I felt a pain I had never imagined. A pain that was giving me so much pleasure. Jaaved groaned really loud, almost yelling as he felt his cock being squeezed through my asshole. I couldnt bear it and forcefully pushed Imraan away, his cock releasing his mouth. I let out a loud yell and closed my eyes
real tight, thinking that this was the last day of my life.

I was now jammed between two cocks. One fucking my pussy while the other ravaged my ass. I never thought I'd be having anal sex in my life. But here I was, getting my life fucked out of me. Imraan came back now, forcing his cock back into my mouth. I took it in without any hesitation, trying to divert my attention from the ass fucking I was taking. I tried to think what my husband would've gone through if he would've been seeing this. His wife being ravaged by three huge gigantic dicks. One fucking her pussy, other tearing her tiny little asshole apart while the other thrusted in and out of her mouth violently. I was being triple penetrated. Gangbanged by three horny merciless fuckers.

Their thrusts were getting harder. My tiny body really had no stamina left to take it anymore. Sanjeev's thrusts were getting harder in particular.

"Bhailog..mein jhadne waala hoon" he groaned. The other two men suddenly let me go, as if it was a rule to let the man who was about to cum enjoy me single-handedly. Imraan's cock slid out of my mouth, Jaaved finally let go of my asshole. I was breathing heavily, my entire body and face covered in sweat and precum juices mixed. I was now lying on my back as Sanjeev pounded away furiously at my pussy.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaahahhhhhhhhh" He let out a loud groan and with
a hard thrust, he came. I felt globs and globs of cum shoot into my pussy. He shuddered and jerked on top of me as he kept thrusting with every glob his cock shot. Finally, he collapsed on top of me while the other two stood by the side and watched. Jaaved finally came closer and pushed him aside.

"Chal hatt..abh meri baari hai." said Jaaved. " Sanjeev moved aside, still breathing heavily while Jaaved placed himself between my legs. I watched the giant as he placed the head of his cock over my choot, slowly pushing it hard inside. I closed my eyes tight, my legs wrapped around Jaaved as he leaned down, crushing my face with his chest, thrusting harder and harder. I suffocated below his huge posture as he kept thrusting harder and with brutal passion. As his thrusts got faster and more violent, I realized that he was ready too. And with one final big thrust that almost broke my entire body, he shot his globs of cum inside my pussy too. Two men shooting their cum right into my pussy. Even my husband had been using condoms so far. Jaaved kept cumming like their was no end to it. I could feel the hot gooey cum flooding inside my pussy. Finally, it stopped after 2-3 minutes. He got up, breathing heavily, looked at me. I was breathing heavily
too. My breasts heaving up and down as I did.

"Abh meri baari." said Imraan as he walked closer. This was the moment I was fearing the most. I just couldnt take that cock inside my pussy. I knew it. I would die if I did. But the look on Imraan's face showed that he had no mercy. He looked at my face and said "ghoom ja."

I shook my head. "Nahi..nahi..please nahi! Gaand mein nahi!"

"Hai meri jaan. Jabh tu gaand bolti hai toh kitna accha lagta hai." He said, rubbing his cock between his hand. He put his hand on my waist and turned me around. I turned back on my back a couple of times before he turned me around again and slapped my buttock really hard to make sure I stayed that way. I did. I was on my stomach, fearing what was about to happen. Imraan licked both his palm really good, and then massaged his cock with his saliva. Then, he placed it between my ass crack. All I could do was shake my head and cry and beg for mercy. But that beast was not ready to listen. He pushed. He pushed harder and harder but he just couldnt get it in. I screamed and yelled before Jaaved took his handkerchief and stuffed it into my mouth. I closed my eyes really tight. Sanjeev grabbed my buttocks and spread my cheeks apart to make it easier for Imraan. With one hard thrust, Imraan's cock ripped through my asshole.

I cried. I wanted to yell but I couldnt. I felt pain in my asscheeks. I couldnt bear it and just grabbed the bedsheet really tight as my asshole had been broken into. He thrust in and out of my ass as Sanjeev and Jaaved kept cheering him on. "Zor se Imraan, aur zor se! Maar de saali ki gaand! Maar bhenchod!" They screamed as Imraan's thrusts got even more violent. His thrusts got harder and faster and so did his yelling and gasping. With one final thrust, I felt it. I felt his cum shoot in. He Pulled his cock out of my ass. I never felt this sort of relief as his cock slid out. He shot the last few drops of cum onto my back as I collapsed onto the bed. My face was red. My eyes were watery. For a few minutes, I just couldnt feel any sensation in my behind. I just lay their for a few minutes, not wanting to wake up at all.

Minutes of silence passed by. All of us were still naked, sprawled all over the bedroom. I was still on my stomach, my ass still hurting. Imraan was lying next to me, smoking away as I looked at him. They had taken the handkerchief out of my mouth. After about 15 minutes, Sanjeev woke up, stroking his cock again, ready for another round.

"Jaaved bhai, round 2 start kare?" He said, grinning.

"Abhi nahi re.." Jaaved replied.

"kya Jaaved bhai..toh phir kabhi? Dhande pe bhi toh jaaneka hai?"

Imraan looked at Sanjeev and said "Abbe chut maari ke. Tu chinta kyun karta hai. Hamne sabh plan karke rakha hai. Abh toh bahaut kuch baaki hai iske saath karne ke liye."

"K-k-kya matlab?" My voice quivered as I dared to ask. The three men just looked at me and grinned like wild beasts.

That night, my husband came back home and started calling me. He looked around the whole house but couldnt find me anywhere. Soon, his eyes fell on a paper kept on the center table. He picked it up. It was a letter which read:

Bhaisaab,

Aapki toh honeymoon ho gayi. Bahaut mazze kiye aapne memsaab se saath. Abh thoda hamme bhi karne do. Chinta nahi karo. Memsaab ki honeymoon hamaare saath zyaada lambi nahi hogi. Bas, 3-4 din mein waapis laut aayegi, aapke Jaaved bhai aur unke doston ki seva karke. Aap bindaas rahiye. Hamme aur memsaab ko Zyaada yaad matt karna.

Aabkha Shubhchintak,
Jaaved.

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Sunita's Wild Ride – Story

It was a cool, rainy night. A strong breeze was blowing and the moment was captivating. Sunita felt a tingle in her skin; a tingle that suggested she should have been touched, loved before she came here. She ought not to have held herself back from him; her body
ached now and complained of the tender spots at which she wanted to be touched, stroked and held.

And now she was several thousand miles away from him, in the midst of friends. A group of very close, very intimate friends, including Dileep, but that didn't mean the same thing as a special one who she could let touch the most sensitive and deep of her body zones. She squeezed her thighs together to try arrest the growing sense of warmth between her legs but only succeeded in arousing herself some more.

"Come on, get into the car!" Ritu called out to her. Four guys and Ritu and she were out on the town, the seminar for which they had come to Mangalore having ended earlier in the evening. All of them had a few drinks, and Sunita, who normally could hold her drinks rather well, was already feeling a little heady.

She could not decide whether it was the weather, the close encounter she had had with him or just the dizzying proximity to her old friend Dileep. Whichever it was, she felt vulnerable. She had inkling that if anyone propositioned her tonight, she would be his.
That scared her, and she was extra alert to make sure that she stayed within limits. But the very fact that she was extra conscious meant that things she would have normally taken in her stride were appearing to her to have overtones...

Like the fact that six of them were to cram into a taxicab that was to seat four passengers. Five would be a squeeze, but six was really overdoing it. None of them however wanted to make it a split into two vehicles; it would just take away the fun of being one big gang. Two of the guys squeezed into the single seat next to the driver. Ritu, Sunita, Dileep and the other guy got into the back.

Even though Sunita and Dileep were married to other people, the tacit understanding in the group was if there was any activity, Sunita and Dileep would be paired. Just a natural couple with a great relationship. There were no sexual overtones. Dileep had more
than once told Sunita that he would have loved to marry her had he met her in time. And Sunita had routinely laughed at him, eyes sparkling, and her manner hovering between a flirtatious woman and the demure shy housewife that she was.

Today was no exception and subtly but surely, it was worked out in such a way Sunita and Dileep were going to be next to each other. Four of them in the back of the car meant some squeezing and sitting at angles. Ritu and Rahul sat quite comfortably; Rahul at the window and Ritu in the middle. Next was Sunita and Dileep was at the other window. The only difference was that while Rahul and Ritu sat next to each other, Sunita had her leg slightly resting on top of Dileep. The formal relationship between Rahul and Ritu meant they would sit square next to each other. And the intimate equation between Sunita
and Dileep meant that if Sunita was half on Dileep's lap that would be fine. In fact, Sunita was expected to do that so that Ritu would be comfortable sitting next to Rahul.

Ritu squeezed Sunita's shoulder; a gesture that could have meant anything from thanks for making it comfortable for me, to I know what that closeness to Dileep means to you.

The taxi jolted off to a start. There were jokes and laughter, but also complaints and exclamations as the taxi bounced and bumped along.

"This is just too much!" exclaimed Ritu as the cab threw her against Rahul and she clutched at the seat in front of her to steady herself. Her breasts were pressing against his arm and she was embarrassed.

"Let me make more space for you," said Sunita, getting half onto Dileep's lap. She was now sitting on one leg with her legs on either side of that leg of his. This made substantial space for Ritu who spread out now with a loud "Whew!"

The road surface wasn't getting any better but fortunately, the cabbie had brought them to their first stop; a hilltop from where they could see the rough sea stretching to the distance. It was dark and they could see distant lights. They stood at the railing as the
guys reached for matchboxes and cigarettes. Sunita and Dileep wandered off a bit. Dileep didn't smoke; another one of those things she secretly admired in him. They stood there watching the silhouette of palms swaying wildly. To Sunita it seemed those palm trees were representative of the wild swings on her inside.

Their hands touched briefly when they stood at the railings. She didn't move her hand. He was surprised but he didn't show it. Very gently, subtly, he moved his hand away. He gasped in surprise as the woman of his dreams allowed her own hand to catch up with his. This time he did not move off, rather he allowed himself to feel the soft warmth of her hands. Perhaps for the first time in all these years he could actually feel how she felt.

Sunita just needed the warmth and the touch. Tonight she felt the need for so much loving. She just craved touch and warmth and her Dileep was here tonight; the same Dileep who for years had hovered around her, needs unstated but obvious.

"Come on, guys!" someone called out to them. We don't want to be late at dinner. It broke the reverie. Sunita's hand felt alone as Dileep was quick to pull his hand back and move away. "Come let's go," he said to her in a voice that was barely a whisper.

This time when they climbed into the car, Sunita seated herself on Dileep's lap, her legs straddling his one leg. As the car lurched and jumped she allowed her body to sag onto his. At one point she felt the need to spread her legs and brace herself for a big jolt. And in that movement, her pussy ground against the thigh between her legs. It was not intentional and it caught both of them by surprise.
But the warmth that he felt on his thigh was unmistakable. Equally unmistakable for Sunita was the tremble of passion she felt in the grinding.

She gasped and leaned back a bit. Her hair was in his face and she rubbed the back of her head against his face, hoping the darkness in the cab would allow her this small liberty. He shuddered involuntarily and his cock shot to attention all at one go. The grinding pussy against his thigh was bad enough but the tingling sensations triggered by the hair and her head were maddening.

He let his hand rest on her hip. And just stay there. Sunita let her body rub against him more and more as the journey wore on. The dampness on his thigh was now unmistakable. Dileep did not dare make a move of his own as this woman was someone he had worshipped from a distance but never considered the possibility of touching her. She was married. And she was so much a family woman he could not have
imagined anything of the sort.

She could not say for sure what made her do it, but at some point she felt she move more squarely onto his lap. She regretted it almost instantly, because her ass felt the outline of a raging erection in his lap. Dileep gripped the handle on the door of the car with his left hand. This was getting to be crazy. He shut his eyes and hoped the erection would die. But the car had other ideas. As it swayed and lurched, her ass and her pussy ground onto him mercilessly.

Dileep wanted to control her movements. His hand slid up from where it was on her hip, but under her blouse and Sunita felt a rush of heat surging up to her face when she felt his hands on her torso. He tried to hold her steady but merely ended up gripping her hard. His hand was now just below her breast and he was extremely conscious of the curve and the sumptuous flesh further up. She caught his hand through the blouse. She didn't push it down or away. She seemed to be limiting where it wandered. A jostle of the cab jerked her hand and she ended up guiding his hand onto her breast. The motion rubbed
his hand on the lace and he distinctly felt her nipple.

Dileep's other hand went to her thigh and he rubbed her thigh. His other hand cupped her breast. Sunita froze. This was her Dileep, doing to her what she desperately needed and wanted to avoid tonight. She felt so vulnerable. She didn't want to fuck or even let
anyone other than her husband Karan touch her. She had never fantasized about anyone other than that other mysterious him. And here she was with Dileep.

Dileep was maddened with lust and Sunita's passive response to where his hands had ended gave him a sense that he had a chance which he could well afford to take. He pulled up her skirt on the side which was towards the door. His hands felt the warmth soft flesh of her legs. It wandered to the inside of her thigh. Sunita felt her legs involuntarily open. She now shifted herself to face slightly away from the side Ritu was facing. Dileep could see her profile and her mouth was so clearly hanging open with lust.

Dileep's hand moved to the inside of her thigh and felt the heat source. She was wet and hot as hell. He palmed her crotch. She shifted uncomfortably, and all she succeeded in doing was press down hard on his impossibly hard cock.

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Sunita fucked down on the protrusion between her asscheeks and thought to herself that this was ridiculous and she needed to stop it. But the driver was driving so recklessly and the road was so bad that she was just being forced to dry fuck Dileep. She wanted to control this before her own lust got out of hand or before Dileep lost his composure. She had kept him at bay for so long and it would be a pity now to allow years of restraint to be unleashed thus.

She figured she needed to get off his lap. She held onto the seat in front of her and raised her body to start to move off him. She held herself up poised and looked down to Ritu and asked her to make space for her.

In that instant, Dileep had unzipped his pants and gave his cock a well needed massage. He let out the pillar of hot flesh as it had got snagged in his jocks and needed reorientation. But Ritu was taking too long to make the space Sunita needed and Sunita's arm was beginning to ache. Sunita let herself down and she was shocked to feel the penis under her. Under her skirt. Dileep had his hands pulling her panties aside. It dug into her soft pussy flesh. Sunita raised herself a bit and shifted and Dileep made the most of the
moment to try pull her panties down. They were now just above her knees allowing him access but not allowing her to spread enough.

But this was not what Sunita had in mind. This time she propped herself up determined to move onto Ritu's lap if necessary. But the car had a mind of its own. The pothole into which it went with a bang had Sunita lose her grip and Dileep had his hands in the right
places. He caught the momentum of Sunita's falling hips and impaled her on his cock.

She squealed and fortunately that squeal was drowned in the chorus of protests and groans from all other passengers. Now she had another man's cock in her. She stayed put. Enjoying the jostling and the jiggling from the ride. She ground around once on the cock in her and then raised herself off to try and move away. Just when his cockhead was nearing the outer lips, his hands on her hips prevented her from rising.

She held on to the seat and kept her body up, poised to avoid the fucking. But every light bump was a prod downward onto the waiting cockhead. She gasped and bit her lips to control the noises which seemed to her to be a full giveaway. And then when her hand ached, she just had to sink back.

Oh! That feeling was so good. She sat back and luxuriated in the warmth of the pillar embedded in her. Her hand dropped to his hip as she held him. Then her fingers felt the body under her. Of a friend, and yet of a stranger. She tried to raise herself again. But this
time her own spiraling lust forced her to fall back with a sigh. Dileep's hands were now on both her breasts clutching hard as she rode him.

Ritu looked the other way; it seemed as if she knew and wanted to ignore what was happening. Sunita timed her fucking now with the lurches and bumps of the car. She joined in the chorus of "ooohs" and "aahs" as the car jerked about. She fucked Dileep hard and furiously. She felt his cock swell as the hope of a mutual orgasm became the new goal. She held on to the seat ahead and propped herself up. Dileep fucked upward. The car took a long climb to the hotel on the top of a hill. They would be there very soon. Sunita started to bounce with a sense of urgency. She adjusted her angle so that the sensations from the upper front of her cunt could be maximized.

Just then the car reached the portico of the hotel. "We are here!" chorused the rest of the team as they spilled out of the car.

"You guys go, Dileep and I will join you," called out Sunita, her unbridled lust allowing her to be bold in her suggestion. She patted the driver on the shoulder and asked him to take the car to the car park.

She now reached forward and gripped the passenger handle on the top of the passenger seat in the front of the car. The cock was just out of her cunt and she could not take the vacuum even for a moment. She searched desperately for a second anchor that would allow her to fuck this cock mindlessly till both of them achieved release from the build up of desire.

She could only grab the driver's shoulder. He turned to look if he was being called and noticed the hands under her blouse kneading her breasts frantically.

"Suno," she managed a gasp. "Bas aap gaadi le chalo". ("Listen, just drive!")

And she bounced up and down. Moans escaped her lips as she cared not, now also that the driver knew exactly what was happening.

"Aaaaaaaaah, Dileep my darling!" she cried out. Her hands provided her with the everage she needed to fuck the cock and twist and
turn. She felt the head nosing probing and filling her.

"Take this and this and this and this!" she mumbled. The driver was stunned as he drove quickly to the darkest corner of the parking lot. Her finger nails dug into his shoulder as she felt the cock rake her pussy lips.

Dileep was going crazy with the way the cunt was pushing back his skin. With each thrust downward his cockhead was unsheathed a bit more and got a little more swollen. He pinched and twisted Sunita's nipples wanting to give her at least some of the pleasure he was getting.

But she was wild and driven that night. She fucked in a way that pleasured every layer of the labial lips. And she smothered her Dileep's cock with her juices and her love sheath.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she screamed as Dileep's cock surged with cum and signaled the end for him.

His hands slid down to her hips and she held her from there and pulled her down onto his cock. His hands guided the intensity of her thrusting and he felt his seed boil over.

"Take this my darling, my love," he hissed as he shot upwards into her.

"Oh! That is such a lot!" she moaned as she took it all in. Her pussy clenched and snapped at his cock. She felt a surge of juices flow down from her cunt, soaking his pubic hair and his cock.

In the throes of his orgasm his hands flew around and clutched at her breasts and her thighs. His finger nails dug into her soft body as he pounded every ounce of his cum into her.

Her own nails dug into the shoulder of the driver who watched transfixed as the couple fucked each other wildly.

Sunita turned around and her wet open lips planted a full kiss on Dileep. She sucked in this tongue and kissed him with an animal vigor as the quakes subsided slowly. She let her body down. The pussy was snug against the base of his cock. She ground herself and
squeezed out every ounce of pleasure that either of them was going to get in those moments.

Then she did something she could not relate to the Sunita she knew. She wiggled her hips and he shuddered and wailed a low animal moan as the last vestiges of fluid remains were squeezed from him and pooled between his legs with her own juices.

She lifted herself off only when the penis was now just a jut of over-sensitive flesh, quite useless to her.

In one jiffy she was out of the car. She pulled back the panties up in a race to catch the juices running down her legs. She ran at a trot into the brightness of the hotel, wondering how she was going to face either Dileep or the taxi driver on the way back...


Three-wheeler driver, me and my wife...

Just a few weeks ago, I had a wonderful experience. Something that I always wanted – to see my wife fuck a stranger. She is about 5’4” with a nice figure and straight black long hair. We have been married for five years now and to my knowledge faithful to each
other.

To cut a long story short, we had gone out for dinner and had a wonderful evening altogether having more than usual drinks. My wife is not much of a drinker and gets tipsy very soon. And that evening, after dinner we ended up in a pub and before realizing it,
she downed three more glasses of red wine besides the two glasses she has in the restaurant. I could feel that she was slightly wobbly in her walk but then it was Friday night and we had two whole days of the weekend to recover from this drinking bout.

It was already very late and you know what our public transport is like in Delhi? So we tried in vain to hail a taxi and with no luck ended up halting a three-wheeler. Unlike many other of his tribe, this three-wheeler driver was very friendly. He even helped
me get my wife, whom we shall call Shalini for name’s sake, into the vehicle. We live in the southern part of Delhi, I know even if I give you the name of the residential area you wont be able to trace us but I am a bit scared goat if you know what I mean! And from CP it is quite some distance traveling by rickshaw. Anyway, the cool night breeze and the loud rickshaw noise soon had us on the verge to dozing off and I just didn’t realize how we ended up on the long lonely stretch outside Buddha Jayanti Park.

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Shalini’s head was in my lap and she had almost blacked out to my horror. But in any case nothing untoward happened and we reached our home soon. When I asked him how much the fare was, the driver showed his true colours and asked for an unheard for price.
Rs 400 for a bumpy ride? Anyway, I thought better than putting up a fight and decided to pay only to realize that I had only Rs 150 left in my pocket and my credit card was not going to be any use here. So I decided to go up, deposit my wife home and get some money…

It was a struggle to take her up. And much to my dismay, I had to accept the drivers offer to help her go up. We live on the fifth floor and our building lift, no surprises, was “out of order”. Anyway I was quite happy to have some help carry my wife upstairs. She tumbled many times and we had to steady her at each landing but after a grueling 20 minutes, we were upstairs finally. It was then that I realized that Shalini’s bag was left behind in the rickshaw and the keys were in it. Now I couldn’t have asked the driver
to go and get the bag for obvious reasons. He could just run away with it. And I couldn’t leave my wife alone in a drunken state either.

So I asked the driver to stay put while I got the bag. I ran down but while climbing, my drunken head and wobbly legs couldn’t run as fast. When I did reach up, I was shocked to see that the driver’s hand was inside my wife’s dress and he was, most probably fingering her choot. With one hand he was also mauling her boobs. I stepped down a few steps and made some sound so that he could be normal and when I looked this time it appeared like nothing had happened. But when he got up, I could clearly see that his cock was hard. Perhaps he was wearing the handmade boxer-type underwear but anyone could have seen that his cock was hard and raised a tent in his khakhi trousers.

He smiled shamelessly and said, “arre saab, jaldi se paisa de do bahut time barbad kar diya.”

I fumbled with the keys and opened the door and even before I could do anything he picked Shalini like a rag doll and followed me.

“Kahan pe litaon ise,” he used such crude words for my wife that for a moment I felt like punching the shit out of him. But then he looked bigger and stronger than me and at any rate much meaner looking.

“Haan, yahan sofe pe hi lita do,” I said but to my own surprise I didn’t offer to help.

He was holding her like a father holds his daughter. Head flung across his shoulders and legs dangling down the front. Her boobs were pressing hard against his chest and his hands were holding her tight from just below her ass. I could see his tented cock pushing
against her legs as he moved. Her dress had rode up to her ass and her sheer black panties were clearly visible.

He sat down on the sofa and let her flop in his lap and slowly eased himself out. But while doing so he, as if to tease me, massaged both her boobs with his callous hands. And then he pulled her legs really high to make her dress ride up even further up and threw
the legs over the sofa arm. Now my wife was lying there, drunk and exposed from the belt below, clad only in her panties. He stood over her and stared at her like a piece of meat. And then unexpectedly he tugged a few strand of pussy hair visible from the
side of the panties.

“Sali ki jhant dhik rahi hai.”

He was addressing my wife in front of me like this and I was listening. He looked at me and smiled, and even though he knew I was looking, he rubbed his crotch vulgarly, lifting one leg up. He leisurely cupped his balls and stroked his fat looking cock over the sweat
stained fabric of his trousers.

“Mere paas sirf Rs 150 hai,” I said meekly.

“Aur baki ke paise is randi ko kharidane me laga diye kya,” he growled and I just hung my head in fear and shame and a little excitement. He thought my wife was
a whore!

“nahin, ye meri biwi hai.”

“to ye randi jaise kapde kyon pahana rakhe hai ise?” he asked and rubbed one hand over the bare thigh of my wife. When I didn’t react, he continued rubbing her thigh with one hand and his manhood with another.

“Bathroom kahan hai?” he asked and I led him to the bathroom. There, even before I could go out, he removed his trousers and hauled out a meanest, blackest and dirtiest looking uncut cock I have ever seen and I have seen a lot of them in the porn movies.

“Ja kahan raha hai behanchod, mera lund pakad,” he ordered and I reluctantly held his black cock. My hands are fairly large but even then it was difficult to hold it completely.

“chal, moot ki dhar bana,” he said and I aimed his cock into the toilet bowl where a healthy and strong stream of acrid smelling golden urine filled the bathroom. He then made me wipe his cock clean with my shirt and we walked out. He naked below his belt and I above the belt. Lifting the head of my wife, he sat down on the sofa and put her head in his lap, his cock nuzzling against her soft mouth. A drop of piss was dangling from his cock and he tentatively wiped it with his finger and fed it to my wife. Unconciously she licked it clean.

“chal ise nangi kar,” he growled and I found myself slowly undressing my wife in front of this filthy stranger.

While I was undressing her, he slowly started rubbing his cockhead against my wife’s lips and sometimes slipped the purple head inside. Instinctively she started licking it in her sleep, probably thinking it was my cock. Now she was completely naked.

“Is randi ki choot chat ke mere laude ke liye tayar kar, madarchod.” I complied. By now, honestly, I was rock hard and oozing precum like a galloon. He too was leaking a lot. After ten minutes, he pulled me by my hair to crotch level, his monster cock flexing in
front of my face.

“Choos mere gande lund ko. Ye randi to mari padi hai kuch majaa nahi aya. Tu choos mera lund aur ka ise choot marne ke liye tayar. Aja bhosadi ke, randi ki aulad, aja aur choos mera lund.”

I started sucking his cock like I was born to suck cocks. In my mind I knew that it would be very difficult for me to not imagine about a man’s cock whenever I met a dirty driver from now on but I munched on his cock like my life depended on it.

After a short while he pushed me away and got up advancing towards my naked wife.

“Aja haram ke beej aur apne haath se mera kala mota lund apni biwi ki choot me ghusa de.”

I was more than happy to help him fuck my wife’s sweet pussy. I was not even worried what she would say if she did wake up being fucked by such a monster horse cock. He slowly started fucking her [I think even he didn’t want to wake her up] and soon raised the speed of his thrusts.

“Are bahut tight choot he. Hai meri handi mera lund kha le…” and what not he started saying and soon before long he shot a big load of his sperm inside my fertile wife’s pussy…when he removed his cock with a loud plop, I could see a trail of sperm leaking out of her fbashed out, swollen looking pussy. I just couldn’t control myself and lapped up all the sperm of this stranger from my wife’s pussy.

Meanwhile, he just laughed put on his clothes and walked out of the house taking my watch and Rs 150…it was then that I noticed our neighbour, a 65-year old widower standing in our doorway, holding his thick veiny and very hard cock in his hand, he smiled and started walking towards us…

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Driving School (Story)

Though I have been a married woman for quite a few years, I still, remember with nostalgia certain incidents of my single days. I was through with my studies & was working part-time in Calcutta. I had got engaged then (family arranged) & there was gap of 5-6 months before the marriage would take place..I was just 24 years then. My elder
sister , (older by 4 years) & her husband, based in Delhi kept insisting I visit them for a vacation & after their constant pestering , my conservative parents finally relented .... I was thrilled as this would mean a break from my parents & the usual restrictions imposed by them. ... I really enjoyed myself at my sister's place , who was based in Chitranjan Park in S..Delhi--- & did a lot of sightseeing , meeting school friends , seeing a lot of movies etc. After a couple of weeks my sister than suggested I learn how to drive a car , as after marriage I may not get a chance & I too liked the idea. & promptly agreed to the same. My B-I-L , talked to a car driving learning institute close by --- called " Happy Driving School".

The next morning , the driving instructor came in an old , rickety ambassador car & my sister & I went for the first lesson . My sister came along more for giving me comfort & confidence , but also because I suspect , she did not trust N. Indian men. The driving school was run by two instructors - Harpal & Jasbir - both of whom were former truck / taxi drivers & were in their mid-forties-- both were typical N. Indians - well built & rustic. Typically either of them would come , either at 07.00a.m or later on 03.00 p.m , when there was relatively less traffic on the road & to basically avoid the office rush .We
would normally practise in deserted / lonely stretches of road for about an hour every day. The instructor would sit close with me in the front seat, while my sister would sit behind---- first 3-4 days went on smoothly, after which my sister got busy in some other work & stopped joining us for the lessons. Normally , the afternoons were more comfortable for me & Harpal would always be the instructor then.... Now with my sister not being there, I could sense a more keenness in Harpal & he started explaining things better , and helping me more with the steering wheel & hand gears etc. This meant he had to sit right next to me -- with our shoulders rubbing & at times even our legs.. I was a little conscious of this fact but he appeared unconcerned.....We would go to lonely stenches / deserted roads for me to practise better...

On the third day w/o my sister, while he was helping me with the steering wheel at a turning , he casually, rubbed his elbow on my breasts. I was surprised , but did not say anything as it could have been by mistake. Again, after a few minutes the same happened & he rubbed his elbow on my breasts.. while trying to show he was eagerly helping me with the steering... we were sitting so close by that there was even no space for me to move sideways or behind.... & I realized that with such proximity such brushing were likely to happen. It happened another 3-4 times with Harpal suddenly becoming a very eager instructor. & now helping me all the time.

The next day Harpal was there before time & we set out, & with him very close by my side. We went to another deserted road & in his attempts to guide me better he kept rubbing his elbow on the front of my blouse onto my breasts. Now unlike the first day, when he would remove his elbow immediately , he was now resting it longer on my
bosom & then would advise me to also hold onto the steering wheel, as a result I would have to lean forward and then his elbow would press down more harder onto my breasts. He initially let his elbow rest there onto my breasts but then he started to slowly exert pressure & push his elbow onto my breasts..in a fairly obvious way. This was quite deliberate & I could make out he was pretty turned on by then. I also tried to act cool & continued to act as if I was very keen on learning how to drive & did not show any indication of what he was doing, though very aware of his elbow on my breasts. That night I even dreamed about Harpal & his lewd attempts of touching me.

The next afternoon , the same thing happened -- we practised how to drive in a deserted part of some S.Delhi road.-- somewhere towards the Tuglakhabad fort.. With both of us handling the steering & his elbow pressing down onto my breasts. He was wearing a bush shirt & at a particular point he moved closer & I happened to glance down and was
stunned by what I saw--- his shirt was pulled up & his trouser buttons were totally open , thereby displaying his hard cock which was now totally out of his pants and fully & totally erect . I was amazed by this sight & I was not sure how to react & avoided looking at it . His elbow was on my breasts & I continued to drive the car but very well
aware of Harpal's large & erect exposed cock, just next to my side. A few minutes later & inspire of myself I again glanced down to see his cock in it's full excited glory --- it really looked big & huge.

Harpal noticed me looking down & when I did not say anything even after seeing his exposed cock he pressed hard down with his elbow onto my bosom . This continued for a few more minutes with me unsteadily driving the car in the a totally deserted & lonely road.. Harpal , then removed his hand & inched right next to me & slightly leaning
forward , slipped one hand under my arms (as my hands were on the steering wheel) & to place it right on my left breast ---- I was too confused to react & kept quiet & acted as if I did not what he was doing . Harpal then started pressing my breast slowly & firmly - I was wearing a Salwar Kameez & he then leant forward & then put his hand into my kameez from the neckline & totally onto my bra & to squeeze my breast . This was too much.... on a lonely road in the hot Delhi afternoon , here was a car driving instructor, taking advantage of this rich female client of his.. He then told me to stop the car &
when I did , he made himself comfortable & pushed his hand deeper into my bra to pinch the nipple. I did not make any comment & looked around to see if anybody was around & he whispered not to worry as not many people would come here --- the road was deserted with a lot of trees around on both sides.... He then tugged a little forward & took my
hand & placed it on his cock --- it felt hot & very hard ... I looked down & saw my small fair hand holding this large dark cock, which was already glistening wet on it's top. I gripped it hard , enjoying it's hard feel & heat in my hand. Harpal then slowly started pulling up my kameez & pulled it up to my neck & started to now squeeze both my
breasts really hard , while with the other hand he moved it behind to unclasp my bra & then pushed it up to release both my breasts. With one hand I was now holding up my dress & with my other hand was, stroking his cock , & Harpal was now tugging hard at my nipples & then bent down to start sucking on them. This was really fantastic -- he
then began nibbling on my nipples with his rough unshaven cheeks rubbing on my bosom. He covered his hand over my hand on his cock & began to move it & I co-operated by moving my hand up & down tightly on his cock & slowly started to masturbate him & soon enough , with his head on my bosom , sucking my breasts , he jerked forward as cock exploded with all his semen , all over my hand . He leaned back tired & after I adjusted my dress & after a few minutes of rest we re-commenced our driving lessons and he dropped me home later on. That night I thought of what we had done & felt thrilled I was doing such a bold thing with a lower class driving instructor.

The next day , he was there in the afternoon right on dot. I drove carefully & he again started to assist me & rubbing his elbow on my bosom . He told me to drive towards the same place we went yesterday. He fiddled with his trousers & again withdrew his cock - already hard & erect and really looked magnificent. Once we reached the isolated
area , he asked me to stop & without any much hesitation began to squeeze my breasts again... & now hugged me & kissed me passionately on my lips .....He pulled up my dress again & unclasped my bra & bent down to squeeze & suck on them .... I was also enjoying this act & by myself started holding & gripping his cock . After a few minutes
Harpal, moved his hand down & opened my salwar & shoved his hand inside my panty to start fingering my cunt ---- I was already wet to his touches. He gradually pushed my head downwards , & I was initially hesitant, but then decided to co-operate , and gently nuzzled his cock with my cheeks , and rubbed it on my neck . He was moaning in joy &
then strongly gripped my hair & forced his cock right into my mouth ---- I nearly gagged with such a big cock , forcefully pushed into my mouth - but then started to suck on it - initially slowly & then increasing the tempo & he was unable to control himself and ejaculated - warm semen into my mouth ---- I quickly withdrew my mouth & most of
his semen, splattered onto my face. I wiped my face with my chunni & we then rested for a few more minutes & adjusted our clothes & after driving around for awhile , returned home. On my return home , I thought about what a bold thing I was doing & was pretty thrilled at myself. This was a far cry from my conservative controls at Calcutta
(though I had even had sex opportunities there). Also at the deserted road we stopped at somewhere near the Tuglakabhadfort absolutely nobody had come during the time when we were there. Harpal had chosen his spot well. I did not share these escapades with anyone at home....

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The next day was a holiday & the following day in the afternoon, instead of Harpal , Jasbir came saying that Harpal had fallen sick . I was a mite disappointed , & we drove around for awhile with Jasbir also trying to advise me and sitting very close to me & he too occasionally rubbing his elbow on my bosom - as this had happened before with Harpal , I did not object, but was getting a little suspicious now & had a feeling he would definitely try something . He guided me to the same place where Harpal used to take me & while I was still driving shifted his position & without saying anything he placed
his hand on my breast & started squeezing it ..... I tried to act offended & he said that Harpal had told him about me & that is why he had come & was desperate for me & requested me to co-operate. I found the situation pretty exciting ---- I was having sex with both the drivers now & allowed him to pull up my dress and squeeze & suck on my
breasts & nipples & I in turn took his cock out , ( which was big as Harpal's ) & leisurely masturbated him , giving his cock an occasional kiss & nuzzle till he ejaculated over my hand. I was due to return for Calcutta in a few days time & knowing the restrictions going to be imposed there, decided to enjoy my last few days in Delhi - I spent time with my friends , saw movies, partied a lot etc & had the last two days of driving classes..... The second last day Jasbir came to pick me up & I confidently drove on the main road & after about 10 minutes he advised me to go towards our usual lonely stretch of road.
He brushed my breasts a couple of times & briefly caressed them as well .
On the way we saw another car of "Happy Driving school " which had broken down & Harpal trying to repair it. He saw us coming & waved us to stop & then after talking to Jasbir a bit got into the back seat of the car. I was nervous with both of them in the car but they reassured me not to worry & commenting how much my driving had improved etc etc. I drove towards the lonely road & it also started raining a little bit then..... we reached the road & Jasbir asked me to stop the car as the gear was getting stuck. He then kissed me full on the lips & squeezing my breasts simultaneously --- even though Harpal was in the backseat.... I was very nervous, ( & also excited ) but he kept saying not to worry & in the meanwhile I realized that Harpal had got down & opened the front door and slowly lead me out & asked me to sit in the back seat. Due to the rain , the place was looking absolutely deserted. I sat in the back seat in between both of them .... Harpal
in full passion was now kissing me on my mouth & Jasbir was fondling with my breasts -- he pulled up my kameez up to my neck & swiftly unhooked my bra & with a sigh of passion started to knead my exposed breasts. I was also breathless with excitement & by the pace of things ..... Jasbir bent down & in full passion started sucking on my breast
& Harpal watching this, pulled off my Kameez totally over my head & I was now totally topless with my driving instructors... & then Harpal also started sucking on my other breast ---- this was really very passionate ----- two guys sucking both your breasts simultaneously ...... I was moaning with pleasure on this combined assault & loving
every bit of it...... Jasbir started rubbing my cunt & then after a few moments ,opened my "Salwar string / nadda" to slip his hand inside my salwar & panties & directly onto my cunt , & started fingering me .... in a few moments time they even my pulled my salwar & panty off & this was actually a little more than what I had bargained for ---- I was now fully naked next to these two fully dressed car instructors.... But I was feeling extremely aroused in any case...

Both these guys had unbuttoned their pants & Harpal , sort of sat up on the seat & shoved his hard cock onto my face & forced it in my mouth & I started sucking on it --- while Jasbir was back to sucking my breasts & placed my hand on his hard cock .....which I started to slowly stroke & masturbate ....... all three of us were very excited ----- Jasbir then also sat up on the seat & started rubbing his cock on my face , neck , cheeks etc & then pulled my face onto his cock & I let go of Harpal's cock & started sucking Jasbir's cock instead..... I begin to alternate sucking both cocks & suddenly without any warning
Harpal ejaculated right in my mouth , nearly gagging me & then Jasbir also exploded shooting all his semen on to my cheeks ,face , neck etc.... & I had all this semen dribbling from my mouth , all over my face & neck & dripping onto my breasts .... It was sort of over pretty fast ---- neither of them could control themselves any longer...... & I quickly wiped myself clean.... I guess they wanted more ( & so did I) , but we could see in the distance one autorickshaw coming & not wanting to take any risk, we all hastily dressed up & drove away from there. They thanked me for my co-operation & we promised to meet the next morning which was my last day in Delhi... As it so happened, I overslept & I missed my last driving session & that evening caught the train back to Calcutta...... On the journey back I thought if the autorickshaw had not come that afternoon ---- what further we would have tried & what fun it would have been ---- instead all three of us
missed out on it ...... on the other hand something was better than nothing & it added to my learning on sex --- with two guys.

I got married 6 months later , but even now I occasionally remember those wild things I indulged in & " Happy Driving school" & their horny instructors --- in the end I suppose all of us were "Happy". Two years ago I was in Delhi for a wedding & we happened to pass near "Happy Driving school". I asked my car driver to stop & I went in to enquire about driving lessons ----- Harpal was there --- he had lost weight & was looking old --- he initially did not recognize me , but then something in his memory clicked & he got all excited , asking when I came back etc etc... I smiled & after a few minutes of chatting, left---- that phase of my life was over & memories are better. Incidentally I am a good car driver now !!!

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Thanks Great

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Awesome collection, pl post more......

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