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[Krishan202]

I began my queries with the breasts and the nipples. Anaswara said that Anu Sithara's breasts had to be big because she had just given birth to a child and had been lactating the baby. I asked her if all girls had breasts and she confirmed that, more than a bit surprised at the naivety of the question. She ventured to add that hers had just begun to grow and were smaller. She also mentioned that her own nipples were large. As I looked askance at her, Anaswara enquired if I wanted to feel them. I could not resist the offer and felt her nipples from above her shirt. As soon as I held her nipples in my fingers, my penis sprang to life. Anaswara was smiling softly all this while. Encouraged, I palmed her whole breast and she let out a soft moan. Her breasts were really soft, not covered by a bra, though they did appear smaller as compared to Anu Sithara bhabhi's treasures. Anaswara then chided me and said, "That's all? You were so worked up only on this?"

I mustered up courage to say that there was more to my unease than that. With great difficulty, I told her that Anu Sithara bhabhi had hair in her middle. Anaswara's depth of knowledge in these matters surprised me once again. She said that grown up women had those hair, and that she had seen them on her mom's body too. I asked her if she had them and she told me that it had just about begun to come and there were a few thin strands. I looked askance at her again, hoping that she would offer me a peek preview of her body. But she did not and I was disappointed. Our discussion and actions so far have made me bold as never before. Not getting the voluntary offer from Anaswara, I asked her if she would let me see her hair, no matter they were much fewer in number and density.

Anaswara was reluctant. "It won't be right, Raju", she said. I did not press any further, but fell silent. No matter how much Anaswara tried to get me talking again, I could not break my silence. My thoughts were constantly focussed on Anu Sithara bhabhi's pubic mound and the hole that lay underneath. I was constantly visualising the ecstasy that overtook Anu Sithara bhabhi when she put her own finger inside her hole. I was ceaselessly thinking about the volcanic eruptions in my own penis even as I saw Anu Sithara bhabhi experience her raptures. I had not realised till then how good a friend Anaswara was. Seeing me thus, she lay down right there in front of me, closed her eyes and unknotted the string of her salwar.

It took me ages to bring my fingers to the top of her salwar and gradually push it down, revealing her virgin girlhood. As the salwar began its descent in slow motion, I could see the few thin black hair below her abdomen, just before her thighs began. Her skin was so smooth, so radiant. And then I saw that hole. It was the shape of a very large wheat grain or the seed of a date palm. I knew for sure that girls did not have the penis that boys had and that they had a hole. It was that hole that lay in front of me. But still, it was beyond my comprehension as to how putting her finger in a hole meant for exit of urine could give such thrills to Anu Sithara bhabhi. I looked at Anaswara's hole more closely and found a few moist drops trickling down her thighs. I began wondering if this was remnant of urine from her last visit to the washroom. I asked Anaswara if she had gone to the washroom before she came up but she denied that she had such a trip. I, however, left it at that.

Anaswara had now opened her eyes. She appeared no longer uncomfortable at lying naked before me. Instead, she asked me, "Any further doubts or questions, Raju?" I then told her about the mysterious sensations I had experienced myself. "Ah! That's a new subject, Raju. I do not know much about that. But now that you have a question in your mind, we must find the answer. What better way to do that than to see the affected area!"

She gestured to me to unhook my shorts and pull them down. I hesitated for a moment and heard her saying, "If I being a girl was bold enough to show you mine, you as a boy can't be more shy." I unbuttoned my shorts and Anaswara pulled them down, just as I sat in front of her. She again motioned me to raise my butt from the floor and she dragged my shorts down all the way. Here I was, naked for the first time before a girl.

"I always thought your birdie would be a small one. This is so big, Raju!" said Anaswara.

"No, Anaswara, it is not always that big. Something has happened to it today", I replied.

"Now tell me, what happened when you had that little cameo with Anu Sithara bhabhi", Anaswara continued.

And I told her slowly, in as cogent a manner as I could bring myself to, details of what happened. She looked minutely at my erect penis but did not seem to find an answer to what had happened. "Do you feel like urinating, Raju?" she enquired. When I answered in the negative, she wondered how the tip of my birdie was so wet. We were now both more confused than we started off as.

"Raju, can I touch your pretty birdie?" Anaswara pleaded, and I could barely nod my acquiescence. At that very moment, my erect penis, birdie to Anaswara, was held by a girl for the first time ever. It felt so good, absolutely different to how it felt always when I held it in my own hands. Anaswara began to fondle it lovingly and it felt even better. I told her that those same very sensations were returning. Anaswara was loving each moment of it too. She kissed the birdie and licked the underside with her tongue. As her movements became more and more aggressive, she found her salwar, down up to her knee level, impeding her.

She momentarily released my birdie and in one swift movement, took off and threw her salwar away. Her lower body was now naked, just as mine. She continued to play with my birdie and then she suddenly put one finger of her left hand inside her own hole. She was on cloud nine. She was surely experiencing what I espied Anu Sithara bhabhi doing some hours back.

Her manoeuvring of my majestic boyhood was making me crazy. I wanted to come closer to Anaswara. I pushed her back and she lay on her back, still holding my pleasurable birdie. I leaned forward and kissed her on her lips. I wanted to be even closer to her. I lowered myself on Anaswara, my lips on her lips, my chest resting on her soft breasts and our naked lower bodies clinging to each other. My urge for more closeness was still getting the better of me. I ground my erect penis against her thighs and it felt so good. We were both transported to a different world. Soon, my engorged organ got caught between the two thighs of Anaswara and she brought them closer to each other. In the tight grip of her thighs, I began moving up, down and sideways. It felt so heavenly, so exotic. The thrills that Anaswara experienced appeared to be no less. This went on for a long long time. We were discovering facets of our persona that had remained hidden so far.

"Raju. It feels so great. But can I make a request?" she pleaded.

"Yes, tell me, my sweetheart". I surprised myself with my own phraseology.

"Actually, I am having some great sensations here", she said, pointing to her vaginal opening.

"I was wondering if you could touch your birdie here. I am sure it will feel even better", she requested.

I did as directed. I positioned myself carefully and placed the tip of my big one on the entry to her hole. Immediately, I could see some gooey fluid ooze out and drop on her entrance. It felt so good. Anaswara had her eyes closed, just as Anu Sithara bhabhi had earlier in the day. After a while, Anaswara urged me to push a little inside. I wasn't sure if this was right. I had never imagined that one part of one human's body could be shoved inside a part of another human's body. To me, it appeared a violation of the sovereignty of her body. But Anaswara had me in a vice like grip this day. I did as she wanted me to do. I pushed softly and her vagina opened to greet my penis, making way for the hard, inflated and engorged penis to visit her inner portals. Even before I heard Anaswara gasp in utmost pleasure, my own delight reached a crescendo.

Even as I had limited the initial foray to about an inch inside her, I soon found myself wanting to be wholly inside Anaswara. I tried to push, but the path was constricted. I took my penis out for a moment and found it was all wet with a sticky fluid all round the shaft. It could not be the urine of Anaswara and it could not be my own gooey fluid. Obviously, it was Anaswara's body that had been secreting this mysterious fluid. While Anaswara was cajoling me to go deeper inside, I could sense she was in some sort of pain as well. I asked her about the pain and she told me that the pain was great but it was a pleasurable pain and she wanted more of it. She ordered me to push all the way inside, and with one powerful lunge, I found myself fully inside Anaswara. She had tears in her eyes, and yet she was smiling with a mystifying pleasure.

The joy, the gratification and the attainment were indescribable. Once inside fully, I wondered about the next move. The entry had been so pleasing and enthralling. I wanted to enter again. So, quite logically, I withdrew my distended boyhood almost to the tip and went in again. This time, the entry was even more pleasing. I had discovered, all by myself the art of stroking during intercourse. I went on and on. The lubrication had now increased and I was now slipping in and out effortlessly. Each thrust inside gave us both immense pleasures. We were both moaning with the newly found bliss that we had just experienced.

I wanted to be even closer to Anaswara now. I positioned myself above her, pivoted myself on my elbows and urged her to help me take off her shirt. Once her shirt was off, she pulled my t-shirt out. I saw the breasts of Anaswara and they were cute indeed. They were different from Anu Sithara's in more ways than one. As Anaswara had told me, they were smaller than Anu Sithara's. More importantly, they seemed more firm than Anu Sithara's. Also, the complexion of Anaswara's breasts was a lot fairer than Anu Sithara's, even though Anu Sithara's general complexion was otherwise fairer. I did not realise then that this was because Anaswara's had newer tissue on them, as they had developed only recently and Anu Sithara's had seen several summers.

As we resumed journey on the highway of our new found sexuality, we could feel each other's skin on our bodies and it gave us immeasurable contentment. I lowered myself and kissed Anaswara on her lips passionately. I then placed my hand delicately on her breasts. My God! It was like heaven. The touch of her breasts was even smoother than the satin grip her hole had on my big penis enveloped deep inside. All this while, I was stroking in and out, in and out, bringing deep moans from Anaswara's throat as well as mine. We could spend a lifetime doing what we had just discovered. How did we not realise earlier that our bodies could give so much to each other. After all, we had known each other all our lives.

Anaswara was building up sexual tension inside her now. She became more and more vocal. I was afraid someone down below would hear us and catch us in the act. Even though we were at it for the first time ever in our lives, I had little doubt in my mind that what we were doing was wrong, and would not get the sanction of others, should they ever know. Anaswara was asking me to do it faster, harder. I complied as best as I could. Her hole, which was so difficult to penetrate initially, was now receiving my lusty thrusts with ease and gratitude. Faster and harder I attacked her girlhood and the closer to that same sensation that I had earlier in the day I reached. After a long time, Anaswara let out a shrill cry and clasped me tightly, not letting me stroke any further. Her hands were behind my buttocks, pulling me more and more into her.

And then, at the same very moment, something happened to me. It was that same unending chain of pulsations in my penis that I had earlier in the day, which made me want to enter even deeper into Anaswara, even beyond the realms of physical possibility. I could sense something physically moving from my body into hers, but the thought of violating the body of Anaswara was farthest from my mind now. I had loved each moment of this wonderful sequence of events that had overtaken us. We were both sweating profusely. The crescendo subsided a bit and I found myself kissing Anaswara on her lips again. She closed her eyes yet again, even as I kissed her nipples and suckled at them, taking along a sizable portion of her soft but firm breasts inside my mouth. Little did we realise then that we had just had the first sexual intercourse of our lives. I felt my penis softening inside Anaswara and I rolled over. I looked down at where we were interminably joined just a moment ago and found some viscous clear fluid dripping out of Anaswara's beautiful hole. There was a hint of blood mixed with the fluid. I also noted that her hole was a bit swollen in comparison to what it was before we embarked on this most exotic journey. I glanced at my own now flaccid boyhood and found it so much at peace with itself, all wet with the sticky fluids which, I now was sure, were secreted by Anaswara's system. There was blood smeared on the curvature over its whole length. Despite the blood, which I guessed was from Anaswara's body after the ecstatic pain she experienced, there were serene smiles on our faces.

We were both startled to hear the sound of someone breathing deep behind us. We turned only to find Anu Sithara bhabhi standing there, smiling benignly at us. We were abashed at our nudity in front of her, but she asked us to take it cool and dress without panic. She explained that she had seen me on the terrace while she was having her bath, and she got a bit worried later when she heard weird sounds coming from the terrace. She was obviously not upset in the least with me violating her modesty, and had come to the terrace to see that all was well with me. She smiled in a mischievous manner and enquired for how long this had been going on between us. Almost trembling, I told bhabhi that this was the first time and that the ignition was provided by what I saw her doing in her bath and what she caused me during that period. Anaswara and I were now fully dressed. Anu Sithara bhabhi quietly left, smiling softly. I knew she would not tell anyone.

THE-END

 

[Krishan202]

#Abhirami Venkatachalam

As days were going dry I met a broker who supplies college girls who are in need of money. With that my physical pleasure came to life and started enjoying old times.

My wife had a very good friend named Abhirami Venkatachalam. She is also married and used to call me brother. She looks very sexy. She had very fair skin with big eyes and the correct amount of flesh around her body.

I should say I am very disappointed about her referring to me as a brother. She was 27 years old and had a nice figure She came from a lower-middle-class family and was married to an assistant cadre employee. They both live a low life and sometimes borrow money from my wife. As the amounts are little I didn’t mind about it.

One day I got a call from my broker. He told me about a girl who is in need and ready to have fun with me in exchange for money. So I went to pick her near a mall and was waiting for her in my car. While I was waiting for her, suddenly Abhirami came to me and waved at me.

I told her that I am waiting for someone about a business deal. While I was speaking to her, the girl whom I was waiting for came to me. She asked whether I am the one who came to pick her. Well, that was a bit of an awkward moment. Abhirami didn’t understand and was looking at me with a blank face.

I told that lady to sit in the car. I told Abhirami that she is my friend’s sister and I came to pick her. She just nodded and left, where I have a feeling that she didn’t buy it. After that incident, we didn’t talk about it. Whenever she came to my house we just had a smile and left.

Soon the days are passing by, one day I got a message from her.
Abhirami: Hi, how are you?
Me: Hi, I am fine, what’s up!
Abhirami: Nothing, brother, just pinged you.

Me: Ohh ok, hope everything is going well.
Abhirami: Hmm yeah fine.
Me: ok, what else!
Abhirami: I want to talk to you in private. Are you alone?

Me: No, your friend is with me. We can chat if it is ok with you.
Abhirami: Yah fine.
Me: Ok tell me what is it all about?
Abhirami: I want to talk about the day at the mall and about the girl you picked.

Me: What about it?
Abhirami: Let me get straight, bro. I am not a kid and also know the girl whom you picked. She stays near my house.

My heart skipped a beat here. I was worried whether she might speak about it with my wife. So I didn’t message anything.

Abhirami: You there? Don’t be afraid. I won’t say anything to anyone.
Me: Yeah I am here. Ok, thanks for that. Did you speak to that girl?
Abhirami: Yes and she told me everything.
Me: Ok. What now?

Abhirami: Nothing.
Me: Tell me na. I don’t think you just pinged me for that.
Abhirami: Yes, as you know my situation. I am in need of money. Hope you can help me with it.

Me: meet me tomorrow at my office. We will discuss it.
Abhirami: Ok.

I thought for a while like how much does she want and how to shut her for good. While thinking about it my wife started a conversation about Abhirami. How desperate her situation and her need for money is. Her debts are increasing day by day.

Then I thought for a while and decided to offer her money in exchange for pleasure. Next day around 11 o’clock she came to my office in a dark blue color dress. We exchanged smiles and sat in my chamber. She looked a bit nervous, so I started the conversation.

Me: Ok Abhirami, tell me.
Abhirami: I need money as I am in debt and need to get out of it.
Me: I know, your friend told me about it.
Abhirami: Oh ok then, hope you can help me with it.

Me: I will think about it and let you know.
Abhirami: Thinking means? Bro, please help me. In exchange, I can keep your secrets safe.
Me: Hahaha. See Abhirami let me get straight with you. I am a businessman and I only make deals.

Abhirami: Ok, I guess you would have readied a deal for me too. So speak out about it.
Me: Same as everyone. Pleasure in exchange for money. The only thing you will get is you will be paid a bit more than others.
She is in a bit of shock hearing this. She didn’t say anything for a moment.

Abhirami: But I call you a brother. I thought you treated me as your sister.
Me: You called me a brother, but I never thought of you as a sister. Do I look like an idiot to treat a beautiful girl like you like my sister?
Abhirami: But this is not right.

Me: Nothing is right or wrong for the money. This is my offer. If you are interested, let me know. Your friend is planning to go to her hometown this weekend. We can plan then.

Abhirami: What if I told everything about you to my friend?

Me: You can. Maybe we will fight for a while. But you are the one who will suffer for that. I will make sure you won’t get a penny as help from my home. You know how much help you are getting from my home and what that means to you.

She didn’t say a word and left the office. I kept my fingers crossed hoping the things won’t get messy at my home. At night the things are normal between me and my wife. So I was relaxed and confident as well that Abhirami is going to accept my offer. Next day afternoon I got a call from Abhirami.

Abhirami: I am ok with it but need money a bit urgently. I don’t want this to be known to any third person.

Me: Sure, you will get the money as requested and it will be our little secret.

 

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The day came and in the evening Abhirami came to help my wife in packing the bags. We exchanged some smiles. I kept on watching her and her moves. She is looking very sexy in her yellow color churidar. Once everything was done we three left for the station to drop my wife.

While returning I asked Abhirami to come and sit in front with me. She didn’t speak to me. While changing gears I intentionally touched her legs. She tried to adjust her legs. But I kept my hand directly on her thighs this time. She didn’t say anything.

I slowly rubbed her thighs and moved my hand towards her pussy. She stopped my hand before touching her pussy. I again did the same by rubbing her thighs and moving towards her pussy and she stopped my hand. I looked towards her but she didn’t say anything.

I took her hand and placed it on my dick. She didn’t move her hand nor rubbed it. While the whole thing was going on we reached my home. I parked my car and entered the hall. Abhirami entered after me and locked the door. I immediately went behind her and hugged her from behind.

I placed my left hand on her boobs and the right one on her pussy. Kissing her from behind and trying to enter my hand into her pussy. She slowly started to respond to me. She started to run her hands into my hair and cooperate. I slowly inserted my finger inside her pants and started to rub her pussy lips.

In the meantime, I started to French kiss her. Slowly we were getting into the mood. She turned towards me and kissed so deeply that we were playing with each other’s tongues. My both hands were playing with her ass cheeks and pressing them hard.

It took almost 5 minutes to break the kiss. We looked at each other into the eyes for a minute and hugged each other very tightly. I took her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed. I fell on her and started to kiss her again. Now she was getting more wild with my acts.

She started to bite my lips very hard. I entered my right hand into her back and unhooked her bra. She understood what it meant. I started to lift her body, indicating to me to remove her chudidar which I did with pleasure. I removed both the chudidar and bra at a stretch.

It gave a good view of her boobs for the first time. They were firm. Enough to hold and suck them. I started to suck her nipples and press the other boob with my hand. As I was in full mood by now I removed her remaining clothes. Now she was totally nude.

She closed her eyes shyly. Her pussy was as clean as a vessel which she might have come prepared. I just stretched her legs and inserted my tongue into her pussy. She was very wet and leaking her juices all over. I started to suck them and inserted my tongue deep.

She was shivering with the act and moaning unstoppable. After 5 minutes of sucking her juices, I removed my clothes and became naked. I climbed her and gave my cock near her mouth. She understood that and said that she has never done that before. I said everything for the first time and I need it right now.

With no option left she slowly took my dick into her mouth and started sucking it. I should say she was clearly not interested in it. In just a minute I asked her to stop and stretched her legs, giving an indication that I am going to enter her. She adjusted herself for that and asked for a condom.

I told her that I am not interested in wearing a condom and positioned myself to enter her. With one push I entered fully into her. Her eyes popped up and pushed me to remove it. I held her hands tightly and held her in that position for some time. When her pushing got reduced, I started to ramp her slowly.

Now she adjusted to the rhythm and started to enjoy it. After seeing that she is having the pleasure I slowly increased the speed. I started to fuck her as fast as I can. She started to moan loudly because of the speed. I kept on fucking her and pressing her boobs hard.

After 10 minutes I ejaculated all my cum into her. I fell beside her to catch my breath. But didn’t leave my hand from her boobs. After some time she too got relaxed and turned her face towards me. We both just smiled and kissed for some time.

I asked to make some coffee. She stood to dress up to go to the kitchen. I immediately took her dress and asked her not to wear anything except her panty. She said ok to it and wore the panty and moved towards the kitchen. What a lovely sight to watch her back only with the panty.

Her ass was moving in such a way that made my dick salute her again. I walked with her watching her back. I sat on the kitchen top seeing her making me coffee. While she was doing her work I was trying to play with her by touching her boobs and putting my finger into her pants.

THE-END

 

[Krishan202]

#Aksha Pardasany

Mani was angry -- very angry. He had invested the last three years of his life building an internet graphics company and was on the verge of landing a big contract when his partner secretly formed another company and stole the client right out from under Mani's nose. He wouldn't answer any of Mani's calls. All Mani got was a short email that said "Sorry -- it's just business. You would have done the same thing."

There was nothing Mani could do. It had all been perfectly legal. Jagan took advantage of Mani's stupidity with respect to the business side of the company. Mani was the artist. He trusted Jagan. That was his mistake. Jagan had manipulated the company documents and accounts in a way that he had complete authority to do pretty much everything he pleased.

Mani wanted blood. He wanted that asshole to die a slow and torturous death. Getting drunk seemed like the best option at the moment. He had to calm his nerves before he did something he would regret. After locking the door to the studio, Mani headed down the street to the nearest Pub. He had just thrown down his third shot of tequila when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

"Hi Mani. What are you doing here?"

Mani turned and looked at Aksha with a glare on his face. He was about to lose it and fought desperately to restrain himself. Of all the people to walk into the pub on this night, it had to be Jagan's fiancée. He wondered how much she knew about what Jagan had done. Not much he concluded. Otherwise she wouldn't be standing here with that friendly smile on her pretty face.

"Where's your boyfriend?" Mani asked with a slight slur in his voice.

"Oh, Jagan's not here," Aksha replied timidly. "I was meeting a friend after work. We were just leaving when I saw you sitting here. Don't tell Jagan -- please. He doesn't like me going to places like this without him."

Mani let his eyes roam up and down Aksha's body. Jagan not only had his company, he also had one of the hottest girl. Aksha was a walking wet dream. Her full lips and big brown eyes were soft and inviting. Long dark hair hung down over her shoulders. Her 5'4" frame supported a pair of nicely formed tits and a firm ass that stretched her tight jeans like an advertisement. When she moved, her body exuded sexuality. Aksha seemed oblivious to the effect she had on men.

She blushed when she saw how Mani was practically undressing her with his eyes. Aksha was flattered by the attention he was giving her, but she knew it was wrong to encourage him. She was engaged to Jagan, and Jagan could have a terrible temper when he thought she was flirting with other men, even if it was harmless.

"Um... I better go," Aksha mumbled. "It was good to see you Mani."

"Wait," Mani said, grabbing her arm as she turned to leave. "I, um... I need your advice on something. A website we are constructing for a new client has to appeal to women. You have a good eye, Aksha. Why don't you come to the studio and give me your opinion?"

Mani didn't want her to leave. Aksha was a link to Jagan and keeping her nearby seemed like a good idea. His hand tightened its grasp on her arm. Aksha could feel her heart pounding faster. She had always been attracted to Mani, but kept those feelings buried deep. The way he was touching her sent shivers through her body. She needed to get away.

"Um, I don't think that's a good idea," Aksha replied, averting his eyes. "Why don't we wait until Jagan can join us?"

"This can't wait," Mani said, tightening his grip. "Come on, Aksha. I promise not to tell Jagan about seeing you here if you do this for me. It will only take a second."

Mani guided her out of the pub and onto the sidewalk, keeping a firm grip on her arm. Aksha felt helpless to resist and let him steer her towards the studio. Her heart was beating faster. Something about the way Mani took charge excited her. Just calm down, she told herself. Let him show you what he wants to show you and then leave. No one will get hurt.

They entered the studio, which also served as Mani's apartment. It was a large room with computers and drawing boards on one side, and a lounging area with a TV, bed and tiny kitchen on the other. In the corner were a weight machine and a pull-up bar. Mani guided Aksha to one of the computers with a large screen and had her sit in the chair.

"Look, I should probably warn you that in this business you have to take the clients that are willing to pay, so what you are about to see is from a client that has... well, let's just say his tastes are not as normal as others. Still, I want this to be good art."

Mani clicked the button a few times. The screen filled with a drawing of a naked woman tied to a post. She had leather straps wrapped tightly around her body leaving her tits exposed and a tiny triangle hiding her pussy. Her nipples were pierced with rings that had a chain stretched between them. The dark-haired woman with bright red lipstick had a look of pure lust on her face.

"Tell me, Aksha, do you find this at all erotic, or does it turn you off? I need your opinion."

Aksha blushed and sat there in silence. She didn't know what to say. She did find the image erotic. It was the look in the woman's eyes. It was like she was looking back at Aksha and inviting her to join the dark and masochistic pleasure she was about to receive. Aksha felt her nipples grow hard. 'No' a voice in her head screamed. This is all wrong. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Um... I... I don't think I can help you," Aksha stuttered. "I don't know about these kinds of things. Look, I better get going."

Mani could tell by the way she stared at the screen that she was captivated by the image. He put his hands on her shoulders and forced her to stay in the chair. Aksha didn't offer much resistance. She felt his strong hands squeeze her firmly and shuddered. Her head was pounding with excitement that she knew she shouldn't be feeling. Mani reached down and clicked the mouse until the image on the screen changed.

"I had considered this one but it just seemed too over the top for me. What do you think?"

The same woman was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back. A spiked iron collar was tight around her neck. A man standing behind her was pulling on a chain attached to it. With his other hand, he was cracking a whip across her bare ass. Her legs were spread with a clear image of her pussy dripping from between her cheeks. Her face was turned enough to see the pleasure she was feeling. A caption on the bottom read, "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me."

"Oh..." Aksha gasped. "I... um... I don't know. It's... um..."

 

[Krishan202]

She couldn't collect her thoughts. Things seemed to be spinning out of control. Mani tightened his grip so much that it almost hurt. Aksha felt her pussy clench. A trickle of juice escaped into her panties. She didn't know why her body was responding like this. She wasn't that kind of girl, or was she? She couldn't take her eyes off the image in front of her.

"You know, some girls like it like that," Mani said. "They get pleasure from rough sex. I once read that many women have a secret desire to be taken against their will, but they are afraid to act on their feelings. Have you ever thought about having sex like this?"

The image on the screen changed. The same woman was hanging against a wall with her hands tied together and pulled up over her head stretching her arms high. A gag was stuffed in her mouth. Her feet were tied to rings in the floor spreading her legs wide. Two nipple clamps were chained together with a small weight tugging down on them. A man was standing next to her with his hand choking her neck. In his other hand he was pumping a huge spiked dildo into her pussy.

"No... no, please," Aksha begged with tears streaming down her cheeks. "I don't want to see anymore. I shouldn't be here with you. I'm Jagan's fiancée. Please Mani -- let me go."

Those were the words she used but they didn't reflect what she was feeling. Aksha couldn't remember the last time she had been so sexually excited. Her nipples felt like they were going to burst. Her pussy twitched and clenched, soaking her panties with cunt juice. She felt Mani's fingers gently slide around her throat. Her body trembled.

"Did you know that Jagan stole this business right out from under me?" Mani asked, tightening his grip on her neck. "I trusted him. I was a fool. Now he's going to pay, and you're going to help me. How do you think he will feel when he finds out I fucked his fiancée?"

"No... no. I can't. Jagan will..."

"DON'T EVER use that name in front of me," Mani shouted while squeezing her neck so hard Aksha could barely breathe. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. What will it be, Aksha?"

Mani let go of her neck and spun her chair around until she was facing him. He unfastened his pants and pushed them down along with his briefs. A huge cock wavered back and forth in front of her face. He grabbed her hair, twisting it until she was looking up at him.

Aksha struggled to pull away but his grip on her hair was too tight. She looked up and saw the determination in his eyes. Her eyes moved to his cock and she gasped when she realized how much bigger he was than Jagan. A shudder went through her body. No, she thought, I can't. I'm engaged to Jagan. She reached into her purse and found her phone. Aksha hit redial knowing it was Jagan she had called last.

"Please Mani, this thing with the business must be a mistake," Aksha pleaded. "Ja... he would never do that to you. Let me call him and we can straighten everything out."

"Good idea, Aksha," Mani said, taking the phone from her hand. "I would be very interested in what he has to say when he finds out his fiancée has his partner's cock in her mouth."

"No," she begged with tears streaming down her face. "Talk to Jagan first."

"I told you not to say HIS FUCKING NAME."

Mani pressed the tip of his cock against her lips and shoved it into her mouth. At the same time, he hit the speaker button on the phone and laid it on the desk. It was still ringing. This was perfect, Mani thought. By the time Jagan arrived, she would be screaming with pleasure. He couldn't wait to see the look on his face.

Aksha felt his hard flesh slide over her tongue. At first she struggled to pull away, but his grip on her hair was so tight it was painful to move. She felt him slide deeper and slam it in and out so hard she almost choked. She also realized that her pussy was still leaking and her panties were soaked. She couldn't possibly be enjoying this, could she?

"Hey, baby," Jagan said, finally answering the phone. "What is it and why aren't you back here at the apartment?"

"Oh, hi Jagan," Mani replied. "Aksha stopped by the office to help me with a project. I would let you tell her all about it, but unfortunately she can't talk right now because she has something big and hard in her mouth."

Mani fucked her face hard and fast, causing Aksha to make loud gagging and choking sounds. Spit was dripping from her chin and tears were running down her cheeks. Mani forced his cock into her throat and held it deep. She struggled to pull away so she could breathe. When he finally pulled out, Aksha coughed loudly and gasped for air. Spit poured out from her lips.

"You're a dead man," Jagan yelled into the phone.

Mani yanked her out of the chair and pushed her face first onto the computer table, bending her arm behind her back so she couldn't move. Before she could say anything, he twisted her arm higher. Aksha screamed in pain. He yanked down her jeans and panties. With a single thrust, he plunged his cock deep into her cunt. At the same time he shoved a finger up her ass.

"Aksha?" Jagan asked. "Is he hurting you? Talk to me baby."

"Oh god, ooohhhh... JJJ... Jaaaaagan..."

 

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Mani pushed a second finger up Aksha's asshole twisting them around inside. His cock continued to hammer her pussy. Aksha squealed. She didn't want to be enjoying this, but she couldn't help herself. The pressure in her belly continued to build until it could no longer be contained.

Her body thrashed and jerked in a series of uncontrollable spasms. Pussy juice streamed down her thighs. Mani pulled his cock from her cunt and pressed the head against her sphincter.

"No, please," she begged between breaths, "Not there."

He pushed. The knob of his cock punched into her asshole. Mani dribbled a strand of spit down her crack for lubrication and shoved his cock deeper. Aksha screamed in pain but Mani showed no mercy. He went deeper and deeper into her dark passage.

"What are you doing to her?" Jagan asked. "Stop it right now, I'm warning you."

"Hey partner, don't worry about Aksha. That sausage she ate just didn't agree with her. First she choked on it and now I think she's feeling it in her bowels."

Mani drove the last few inches of his cock into her asshole. Aksha was now whimpering rather than screaming. He remained deep inside her ass without moving.

"Aksha baby, talk to me," Jagan pleaded. "What's he doing to you?"

"Cool it man," Mani replied, yanking her head up from the table by her hair. "Everything's okay. I think she's feeling a little better and can tell you herself. Go ahead, Aksha. Tell him how much you are enjoying yourself."

Mani reached around her body and pinched her nipple so hard that Aksha screamed. It really hurt, but then something else happened. Her pussy clenched and a gush of cunt juice soaked into her panties. The pain excited her. Everything he was doing excited her.

"Oh god Jagan," she moaned and whimpered. "I'm so sorry..."

"See, buddy... everything is just fine," Mani said slamming her face back down on the table. "Not only that, but I think your girlfriend is enjoying herself. In fact, I'm going to let you listen while we finish the project."

Mani plunged his cock in and out of her ass with deep and powerful thrusts. Aksha squealed. He went faster and faster. Jagan was screaming obscenities into the phone.

"I'm sorry, Aksha," Mani said loud enough for Jagan to hear between her squeals. "I'm so busy fucking your ass that I forgot to pay attention to your pussy."

Mani picked up a microphone with a bulbous head that was hooked into a powerful amplifier. He shoved it up Aksha's cunt, sliding it in and out of her pussy while he fucked her ass. Aksha was helpless to stop what happened next. The pressure in her bowels and deep in her cunt merged together in an explosion of ecstasy. Her body jerked and twisted as more juices streamed down her legs. Her screams of pleasure were unmistakable. Jagan continued yelling obscenities.

Mani flipped the switch of the amplifier to the 'on' position. A tiny current of electricity shot through Aksha's cunt. She screamed. After a few seconds he shut it off and then turned it on again. Aksha felt the shock reverberate through her body. It was painful but somehow, in the middle of the second jolt, her pussy exploded with another powerful orgasm. The third jolt sent her spinning into another dimension.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh... oh god... oooooohhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Mani pulled Aksha's limp body up from the desk and threw her into the chair. He took two alligator clips and attached them to her nipples, hooking the wire to the same dc power source with the microphone. He pressed the microphone against her clit and flipped the on switch. A blood curdling scream came out of her mouth as she twisted in the chair. Jagan was cursing and swearing up a storm.

"What's the matter, Jagan? You seem upset about something. You shouldn't be. Aksha has turned into quite a good assistant. In fact, I think I'll send you some pictures. You'll be really proud of her. We have to run now. We have work to do. Bye Jagan."

Mani figured they had at least forty-five minutes before Jagan arrived. Aksha was slumped over in the chair moaning. He grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at him with glazed eyes.

"Let's show Jagan what a good little cock sucker you are. He'll be pleased to see how far I'm able to get mine down your throat. Then maybe I'll give you a reward."

Mani jammed his cock into her mouth and snapped a few pictures of his cock sliding in and out between her lips. He took some more with it buried in her throat. She struggled to pull away but Mani was too strong. He fucked her face hard and deep, occasionally snapping a photo with her phone. When he felt cum boiling in his balls, Mani pulled out of her mouth and yanked her head back by the hair. He aimed his cock at her face.

 

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Aksha was coughing and gasping for air when the first blast of thick cream erupted from the head of his cock and sprayed like a hose up her nose and across her forehead. Another blast landed in her hair and splashed down the side of her face. Spurt after spurt drenched her until it was running down her cheeks and dripping from her chin. Mani continued to snap photos with Aksha's phone. He selected the best ones and typed a message before he hit send. It said, "Dear Jagan. I hope you enjoy the pictures. Working with Mani is so much fun. Love Aksha."

Mani ripped the rest of Aksha's clothes from her body and used duct tape to tie her to the chair. He told her he needed to go out for a few minutes. Aksha sat there with cum still dripping down her face. She wanted to be disgusted with everything he had done to her, but she would be lying to herself. The truth was difficult to accept. Aksha had never been so sexually aroused in her life. For some reason, the pain and the abuse only added to the pleasure. Aksha felt tears well up in her eyes as she understood what she was becoming. This new person hiding inside her body scared her. It also excited her.

As these thoughts drifted through her head, Aksha realized she had to pee in the worst way. The beers she had at the pub had filled her bladder, and the things Mani had done to her pussy and ass only added to the urge. Aksha wasn't sure how long she could hold it. Ten minutes later she was squirming in the chair and squeezing her thighs together to contain the pressure in her bladder. It was a losing battle. A small gush escaped and trickled down her ass.

Aksha shifted in the chair, hoping that would ease the urge. It didn't. More pee gushed from her pussy until she was sitting in a puddle. She shifted again, but it was a losing battle. The dam burst and she lost control of her bladder. Pee streamed out between her legs and poured over the edges of the chair, splattering onto the floor. The huge puddle of pee grew bigger and bigger until Aksha was finally able to squeeze it to a stop. Mani walked in the door just when she was finishing. He had a bag in his hand from the sex shop.

"What the fuck is this?" He screamed. "Did you pee all over my office?"

"I'm sorry," she replied meekly.

Aksha turned red with embarrassment. She hadn't meant to do it. She just couldn't hold it back. She knew Mani wasn't going to buy that or any other excuse. He was going to punish her. That though sent a chill of excitement through her body. What was she becoming?

Mani opened the bag and took out the items he had bought, laying them on the desk one at a time. There was a giant dildo, several vibrators, a butt plug, nipple clamps, handcuffs, a ball gag, a whip with tassels, and a vibrating ass plug. Aksha stared at the gadgets with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it, Aksha. I was hoping we could have a little fun before Jagan arrives, but now I have no choice but to punish you. I think I'll follow the old adage that the punishment should match the crime."

Mani pulled down his zipper and took out his cock. He pointed it at Aksha who was still bound to the chair and unable to move. A spray of golden pee shot out from the tip and drenched her tits. The warm liquid streamed down her stomach and over her pussy mixing with the puddle of pee in her chair. Mani moved the stream up to her face. Aksha closed her eyes. It splashed across her forehead and into her hair.
"Open your mouth, Aksha. Don't make me have to open it for you."

Tears mixed with pee streamed down her face. The tears were partly for the humiliation, but also for the feelings she wished she wasn't having. The throbbing in her pussy was undeniable. Deep in her subconscious she wanted to be humiliated and spanked and choked and fucked in the ass. She loved the way Mani dominated her. Aksha felt her lips part and her mouth open.

"Good girl."

A powerful spray of pee splashed off the roof of her mouth and gathered in her throat. She couldn't help but gulp down a little, although most of it poured over her lower lip and streamed down across her tits. Mani shoved his cock in her mouth and told her to wrap her lips around him. Her cheeks, filled with pee, puffed out like a chipmunk. Mani finally finished and pulled his cock from her mouth.

"Swallow it," he ordered.

Aksha took a few small gulps, but she gagged and coughed, spraying pee onto Mani's jeans.

"You little slut. You must enjoy getting punished."

Mani cut the duct tape from her wrists and yanked her out of the chair by her pee drenched hair. He dragged her across the room to the pull-up bar. He lowered it just enough so, when he looped the handcuffs over the bar and attached them to her hands with her arms stretched above her head, her toes were still touching the ground. He put the ball gag in her mouth and attached the nipple clamps, tightening them until she winced with pain.

"This is your lucky day, Aksha. I'm going to make you a movie star. I'll make sure to send Jagan the link to the internet site where it will be posted."

Mani mounted three cameras on tripods and positioned them at different angles. After taking a series of still photos, he switched them to video mode and put a leather mask over his head so he wouldn't be recognized. Standing behind Aksha, Mani cracked the knotted tassels of the whip across her ass cheeks. Her body jerked, but she couldn't scream because of the ball gag. Mani focused one of the cameras to get a close-up of her ass with red welts speckled across it. Another camera focused on her face and the tears running down her cheeks.

Aksha jerked each time she felt the whip crack across her ass cheeks. The nipple clamps dug painfully into the erect tips poking out from her breasts. With so much pain shooting through her body, why was her pussy throbbing and leaking pussy juice? It was like she could no longer distinguish pain from pleasure. It all seemed to blend together in some kind of sick erotic joke. The more he hurt her, the more pleasure she felt.

Mani put down the whip and spread her ass cheeks making sure the camera got a good look at her puckered sphincter. He inserted the butt plug and turned it to vibrate. Next, he focused one of the cameras on her pussy and zoomed in for close-up. Mani pulled a small lipstick sized vibrator from his bag of goodies and pressed it to her clit. Aksha's reaction was immediate. Her body bucked and jerked in a series of spasms. Juices squirted from her pussy and splattered onto the floor.

"You really like that, don't you? How about if we put something bigger up your ass - something like this?"

Mani picked up a huge ten inch flesh colored dildo in the shape of a penis. Aksha's eyes got big when he held it in front of her face. She shook her head no, but to no avail. Mani pulled the butt plug out of her ass and pressed the oversized head of the rubber cock against her sphincter. Aksha jerked and let out a muffled scream when it split her open and punched into her asshole. He worked it deeper and deeper until the entire ten inches was buried deep in her bowels.

 

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Aksha thought her insides were going to be ripped apart by the huge object stuffed up her ass. Mani didn't give her any time to adjust before he began slamming it in and out of her tight orifice. She bit her lip so hard that blood trickled down her chin. Suddenly, she felt another sensation. Mani had touched the vibrator to her clit again.

The pain in her asshole merged with the pleasure shooting through her pussy. Aksha soared into a series of uncontrollable spasms as her body jerked and twisted with explosion after explosion. Juices streamed down her legs and splattered onto the floor. Her body finally went limp from exhaustion. Mani pulled the dildo out of her ass and lifted her head by the hair, looking into her glazed eyes.

"You've been a really good sport, Aksha, but I'm afraid we have to bring our fun to an end. Jagan will be here soon. I want to leave him a little gift. I'm sure he won't mind if I cum in your pussy. Hopefully, you're on birth control."

Aksha's eyes got big. She shook her head no. At Jagan's insistence, she had stopped taking birth control pills two months ago. He wanted to start a family right away and had heard that it would take several months after she got off the pill to get pregnant. Since they were to be married in a month, an early pregnancy could easily be explained. Mani knew all this because Jagan had told him.

Mani re-inserted the butt plug and put it on vibrate. He pulled the ball gag from her mouth. Aksha begged him not to do it, but Mani put his hand over her mouth and ordered her to be quiet. He rubbed the knob of his cock back and forth through the folds of her pussy, making sure the camera had a good view. Suddenly, with a single powerful thrust, he rammed it deep into her cunt. His cock slammed into her again and again causing her body to jerk. Mani moved both hands to her neck and squeezed.

Aksha felt his grip tighten. She struggled for air, but it was hopeless. She was beginning to slip into a state of unconsciousness, but something strange was also happening. A heightened sense of pleasure coursed through her body in a state of euphoria unlike anything she had ever felt. The explosion that ripped through her pussy was more intense than any she had ever felt. It went on and on until blackness finally consumed her.

Mani let go of her neck and thrust deep into her limp body. Hot cum surged up his length and exploded into her dripping pussy. Spurt after spurt filled her until it was leaking out from the sides and running down her legs. Mani pulled out and stepped away. The camera captured the gush of cum and cunt juice that poured from her pussy and splattered onto the floor.

Aksha opened her eyes and stirred back to consciousness. Her body was exhausted. Her nipples hurt and her ass was sore, but her pussy still tingled with excitement. Aksha looked at Mani who was standing in front of her with a smirk on his face. Her body shuddered. What he had done to her had given her pleasure beyond anything she could have imagined.

"Give Jagan my regards," Mani said as he turned to leave. "I hope he enjoys the video. If you ever get the yearning for a real man, you know where to find me."

Aksha was still dangling naked from the pull-up bar when Jagan stormed through the door with two police officers. They quickly freed her and threw a blanket over her naked body. The three large TV screens scattered through the office were showing different angles of the video Mani had made. Jagan quickly disabled it.

"With the video, we have all the evidence we need for an arrest," one of the police officers said. "All we need from you is a statement that he forced you against your will."

Aksha closed her eyes and tried to think of a good response. Jagan could never give her what she now realized her body needed. She couldn't go back. She was a changed woman.

"I'm sorry officer," Aksha finally replied. "I was a bad girl. Master had to punish me, but he never forced me to do anything I didn't deserve or want him to do to me."

Aksha stood, put her engagement ring on the desk, and walked out the door with the blanket still wrapped around her body. Master would find her. She was sure of it.

THE-END

 

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#Kriti Kharbanda

It was late on a Saturday night when my wife, Kriti, and I were just getting back from dinner. Walking behind her as we headed to the front door of our house, I could not help but admire her body. Kriti Kharbanda was 5'3" with a slender figure. The short, white dress she wore showed off her fit legs and hinted at her round ass. It also nicely firmed up her breasts, although I could not see them as we approached the front door.

We had been attempting to interject some romance back into our marriage. We had been high school sweethearts and married young just a couple of years ago. But the excitement had gone out of our marriage as of late. Despite Kriti's lovely figure, lately I have found it difficult to perform in bed. I had written it off as a product of the stress I had been under recently, but I was also worried that I wasn't fulfilling her needs.

Fearing we were stuck in a rut, we had decided to try something different: we would go out for a nice dinner, and then return to the house and Kriti would don a sexy outfit she had purchased online.

As we reached the front door, I unlocked it and we both went inside the pitch-black house. I had just closed the door and started to reach for a light when a large hand grabbed me and through me against the wall, a large body immediately pinning me in place. I heard a yelp from Kriti that was quickly muffled.

The lights came on and I found myself pinned to the wall by a large, muscular black man. An equally large black man held Kriti to his torso, his thick arm wrapped around both her arms and stomach while his hand was clamped over her mouth. A look of terror filled her eyes. I was about to yell in protest when a third figure stepped into my field of vision.

I instantly recognized the hulking figure that was Tyrone. I had developed a gambling habit in college, a result of being away from my strict parents for the first time ever, and he had been my bookie. Embarrassed, I tried to keep it under control as I got older and graduated, but in the last several months things had spiraled out of control and I owed him 20,00,0000. I had been avoiding Tyrone while I tried to raise the money and I was shocked that he knew where I lived.

"Thought you could hide from me?" he said mockingly.

"Look," I replied desperately as fear swept over my body. "I can get you the money, I just need more time."

"I know ya' gonna get my money," Tyrone replied menacingly, "because I'm gonna give you a taste of what happens when I don't get paid." Tyrone began to walk towards me cracking his knuckles as his companion used his much larger body to keep me pinned to the wall.

"Please don't hurt him!" Kriti, who had worked her mouth free of her assailant's hand, shouted. "We'll do whatever you want, take whatever you want, just don't hurt him!" she pleaded. Tyrone stopped as he appeared to consider Kriti's pleas.

"Anything?" Tyrone asked coolly as he walked up to her.

"Y-Yes," she replied timidly. "I don't know what this is about but please don't hurt him. I'm sure we can work something out." Kriti still had the look of fear in her eyes and she looked up into Tyrone's face. Her fair skin, accented by a few freckles on her cheeks, stood in stark contrast to the deep black skin of the man holding her in place.

"Your husband owes me 20 Lakhs," Tyrone growled. Confusion swept across her face and blushed in shame. "He likes to bet big, but he sucks at picking teams. I've been waiting three months for him to give me what he owes me. I figure if I break some legs he'll cough the money up real fast."

"Look," Kriti replied desperately, "I'm sure we can figure something out, please don't hurt him."

Tyrone wrapped his hand around her neck as he smiled. "I saw something in your bedroom earlier that I think will work, let's go talk terms." He nodded to the man holding me "Jack," and then turned to the man that had grabbed me, "Mike, why don't you help our boy get a seat."

It was then that it dawned on me what Tyrone might have in mind. "NO!" I shouted. I was rewarded with a slug to the stomach from Mike that knocked the wind out of me and sent me sprawling onto the floor. I heaved as I tried to regain my breath. I looked up in time to see Tyrone leading Kriti into our bedroom with his hand around the back of her neck. I tried to protest but I was still breathless from Mike's hit.

I was hauled to my feet by Mike and Jack who dragged me over to a chair. Mike produced a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and slapped them on my wrist which he had pulled behind the back of the chair. Jack went into the kitchen and emerged with the duct tape we kept in our junk drawer. I tried to plead with them to let me go, but they ignored me as they taped my ankles to the chair.

I was initially relieved a few minutes later when I saw Kriti emerging from the bedroom. Surely, he couldn't have done anything to her in that short amount of time? My relief disappeared when she stepped into the living room and I saw what she was wearing. Tyrone had found the outfit Kriti had bought and forced her to put it on.

She had on a pair of black high heels which contrasted with the white thigh-high stockings she was wearing. A short, plaid mini skirt left visible her creamy thighs and an inch or two of her ass. A white, almost see-through, blouse with the ends tied above her belly button left her midriff exposed while nicely displaying her cleavage. New, bright-red lipstick stood out against her pale face. To complete the look, Tyrone had even made Kriti put her hair into a ponytail.

Walking behind her, Tyrone ushered her into the living room to the catcalls and approval of Mike and Jack. Kriti kept her arms folded across her chest in an effort to hide her braless bosom. I could see the discomfort on her face. I was the only man she had been with and the skimpy outfit was a far cry from the modest clothing she usually wore. I was shocked speechless by what was happening. Is this real? How did I allow this to happen?

Tyrone slapped Kriti across her ass prompting her to yelp. "Tell your husband what the plan is," he growled to her. Kriti closed her eye and let out a whimper as a look of pain flashed across her face. Tyrone responded by harshly grabbing the back of her neck. "look at him and tell him or he loses his kneecaps," he barked.

Kriti opened her eyes and met my gaze eye to eye. "I'm your wife, but tonight my body belongs to them," she said meekly, her voice cracking.

"Your whole body?" Tyrone asked, tightening his grip on her neck.

"Yes," she answered, her face turning red in embarrassment, "my mouth, tits, pussy and ass are all yours." I could see her eyes start to water, on the verge of tears. Mike and Jack howled their approval as they began to strip out of their clothes.

I finally found my voice and shouted in anger, "let her go!"

Tyrone responded with another slap across Kriti's ass, "tell him the other part of our deal."

"If you yell or talk they're going to make me scream louder than you," she let out, defeated. My jaw dropped in shock that I was tied to a chair, about to watch my wife be violated. She must have seen the distress in my face and tried to reassure me. "Honey, please. Let's just get through this, it'll be alright," she pleaded.

That evoked a laugh from Tyrone who had also stripped out of all his clothes. Grabbing Kriti's arms, he pulled them away from her chest, revealing her fully erect nipples. Oh my god, I thought, is she aroused? It couldn't be! I told myself. She must be cold in that outfit. I tried to reassure myself.

Jack and Mike, who had both stripped out of their clothes, came along side Kriti and, along with Tyrone, the three began to grope her chest, ass, and thighs. This elicited soft squeaks from a visibly apprehensive Kriti. Mike's hand slid up Kriti's leg, pushing up the skirt and revealing her bare vulva. She let out a soft moan as he began to rub her pussy while both Tyrone and Jack squeezed her breasts over her blouse.

Despite my shock, I could feel my heart pounding as I watched these men manhandle my wife. Having been distracted, I only now noticed that all three men had massive erections. Each one was much larger than my dick in both length and girth. They're going to ruin her, was all I could think.

"Alright," Tyrone interrupted, "Get on your knees."

Kriti slowly lowered herself onto the floor as she looked up at Tyrone, her eyes wide with trepidation. Tyrone grabbed the back of Kriti's head and brought it to his crotch.

"Tell me what you want," he commanded as he proceeded to slap Kriti's face with his massive cock.

"I-I want to suck your cock," Kriti answered gingerly. Mike and Jack snickered and grinned.

"Then get to it," Tyrone barked. Kriti opened her mouth and leaned forward, taking the head of his cock into her mouth gently. Unimpressed, Tyrone grabbed her ponytail and pushed his cock further into her mouth, causing her to gag. Kriti tried to push back by bracing her hands against Tyrone's thighs, but Mike and Jack each grabbed a hand and brought it over to their respective cocks.

"Better keep us entertained," Mike told her menacingly, "or we'll find a way to entertain ourselves." Kriti began stroking the two cocks that had been placed in her hands while Tyrone moved her head up and down his shaft using her ponytail. Tears formed at the corners of her eyes as his dick went further and further down her throat.

I was shocked that Kriti could take his rod so far down her throat. The few times I had managed to convince her to give me a blowjob, she had done little more than run the tip of my penis across her lips before turning the experience into a handjob. I was also embarrassed by the fact I found myself aroused. My dick hardened as I watched Kriti, in a schoolgirl outfit, on her knees having a massive cock rammed down her throat. Kriti reached her limit on how much cock she took as she yanked her head back, gagging and coughing.

"Lick my balls," Tyrone ordered as he pulled Kriti's ponytail back, forcing her to look up at him. Kriti lowered her face, bringing her tongue into contact with his testicles. She gently caressed and kissed Tyrone's balls as he continued to stroke his shaft. As his strokes quickened, he pushed Kriti's head forward, forcing part of his nutsack into her mouth which she began to suck on.

"Listen up, bitch," Tyrone commanded. Kriti opened her eyes to look up at Tyrone's face. "I'm gonna bust a nut in your mouth, and you're gonna make sure every drop of cum stays in your mouth. But don't swallow a drop 'till I say so, understand?" Kriti, without removing the balls from her mouth, nodded her understanding. "Now finish the job," Tyrone ordered.

Kriti let the testicles slide out of her mouth as she repositioned her face in front of Tyrone's monster cock and took the head into her mouth. She obediently began to move her head back and forth as she took more of the cock into her mouth. She released Mike's cock, wrapped her hand around Tyrone's shaft and began to stroke. Tyrone grabbed her other hand and brought it to his balls, which Kriti began to rub.

Kriti's hard work was rewarded moments later when Tyrone grabbed her hair, holding her head in place, and back his cock out of her mouth until just the tip protruded past her lips. He then let out a loud moan and he released his semen into her mouth. I could see Kriti wince and close her eyes as the first blast landed inside her mouth. After several moments, Tyrone finally finished moaning and Kriti slowly slid his cock out her mouth, making sure she sucked every bit of his seed into her mouth.

I felt even worse knowing that Kriti did not like the taste of cum. She had let me cum in her mouth once, and immediately spit it out, telling me she wouldn't do it again. Yet, I was also very aroused from watching her face fucking. My penis was now fully erect, and I found myself with the burning desire for relief.

"Now, show the hubby what you did," Tyrone told her. Kriti locked eyes with me and opened her mouth to reveal a load of semen so large that it threatened to spill out of the corners of her mouth. I was shocked that one man could produce so much cum. "Play with it!" Kriti stuck out her tongue, coated in Tyrone's jizz, and swirled it around for several seconds before it disappeared back beneath the surface of the cum in her mouth.

Tyrone had an ear to ear smile now. "Now, swallow it," he ordered. Kriti closed her eyes and, in one gulping motion, swallowed the entire load. A tart look came across her face as the liquid drained down her throat. Opening her mouth and eyes, Kriti stuck out her tongue to show Tyrone that she had done as told. Kriti glanced over at me and I knew she could see the raging erection under my slacks.

"Did you like that?" Tyrone asked. Kriti nodded her head, but Tyrone, unsatisfied with a nonverbal response, grabbed her hair and pulled her head back so she was again looking up at him. "Say it!"

"I liked your cum," she said obediently.

"Liked?"

"Loved. I loved your black cum."

"You want some more?"

"Y-yes, please."

"Better ask my boys then," Tyrone pointed at Mike and Jack.

Kriti turned to face the two, "please, I want you to fuck me with your big black dicks and give me your cum." The words coming from my lovely wife stung my ears. Even worse, I couldn't tell if Kriti was saying this out of fear or desire, and I tried to convince myself she was trying not to upset her assailants.

"Anything you want," Jack replied mockingly with a smile on his face. He and Mike grabbed Kriti's arms and lifted her unsteadily onto her feet. Mike undid the knot to her blouse and pulled it off of her. This gave everyone a nice view of her perfect tits and rock-hard nipples. Mike spun her around and shoved her onto a couch. A hard smack on her ass sent her scrambling onto her hands and knees as Mike positioned himself behind her.

Mike began to rub the tip of his cock up and down her slit. Kriti responded by letting out a long moan. Her moan grew louder as Mike began to force his cock into her waiting pussy. "Damn, she's wet," he exclaimed as his massive rod slid inside of her.

 

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"Oh, shit! It's huge!" She exclaimed. Her eyes were closed and her mouth open as Mike gripped her thighs and began to slide in and out of her. Her groans matching the thrust of his cock. Jack stepped next to the couch, cock in hand, and grabbed Kriti's ponytail to turn her head towards him.

"Yeah, you want this?" He laughed.

"Oh, god," Kriti could barely concentrate with Mike's ramming his huge cock into her. "Yes," she finally managed, "put your cock in my mouth." Kriti stuck out her tongue as Jack slid his dick into her mouth.

The fucking Kriti was receiving from the two men sent her tits swinging back and forth, as her moans were stifled by Mike's cock filling her mouth. The scene was too much for me and I could not remember ever being so aroused before. I strained against the handcuffs, wanting desperately to relieve the tension in my loins. Tyrone had taken the opportunity to retrieve his cellphone from his clothes and began to take pictures of Kriti's fucking.

"It's my time, slut." Jack withdrew his cock from Kriti's mouth and laid on the floor. Mike pulled out of her pussy and sent her crawling over to Jack with a loud smack on her ass. Kriti hauled herself onto Jack and slowly slid onto his erect cock with a loud moan. Placing her hands on Jack's broad chest, Jack began thrusting up into Kriti eliciting sounds of pleasure from her mouth. Mike lowered himself behind Kriti and began to rub his cock, still glistening with her own juices, on her asshole.

"Oh, god. I've never done that," Kriti said, panicked.

"There's a first time for everything, honey. Now, beg for it," Mike replied with another slap to her ass. I could see Kriti close her eyes as she leaned forward onto Jack's torso.

"Please, sir. Put your big dick into my ass."

Mike pulled apart Kriti's cheeks and began to force his cock into her ass. "Oh my god...oh god it's so big," Kriti yelped. Mike and Jack began to rhythmically slide their cocks in and out of Kriti's tiny body. I could tell Kriti's body was responding to the double penetration she was receiving. I recognized the signs from when she sometimes used her vibrator on herself after we had sex. Her tits were fully erect, her eyes closed, and her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her moans grew louder and louder as Jack took one of her nipples into his mouth.

Tyrone stepped over to the three-way, grabbed Kriti's hair and turned her face towards me. "Tell hubby what's about to happen," he said slyly.

"Oh, god! I'm going to cum!" she exclaimed. Tyrone laughed as he released her hair. Kriti let out a scream like I had never heard from her as her orgasm shook her body.

"Let's give this bitch a makeover," Mike laughed as he pulled his cock out of her ass. He then lifted her off of Jack's dick and onto her knees. Kriti's chest heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. The two men stood to the left and the right of her as they stroked their cocks.

"You want this cum?" Jack asked.

"God, yes" Kriti replied as she brought her breathing under control. "Give me your cum."

Jack grabbed her hair and turned her face towards him before sending a massive stream of cum onto her cheeks, mouth, and chin. As more ropes of semen covered her face, some dripped down onto her tits. Kriti had never let me give her a facial and I was surprised she was able to sit still and take such a huge load.

It was Mike's turn now as his orgasm sent streams of cum covering the other side of Kriti's face. More cum rolled down over her lips and onto her chest. Kriti was able to wipe the cum out of her eyes to see before Tyrone ordered her to leave her face alone. Oh god, please let this be the end. I silently prayed.

Tyrone grabbed Kriti by the arm, lifted her up, and walked her over to me.

"I think your husband liked that a little too much," He told her. "Pull his cock out and let's find out."

Kriti obeyed, undoing my pants and sliding them down my thighs. I was in shock by what was happening and stunned to be mere inches from Kriti's beautiful face and tits, both of which were covered in cum. Only after she was done did I realize that everyone could now see the raging hard-on Kriti's fucking had given me. My face turned red in embarrassment.

Kriti stood in front of me on her high heels staring down at me. Tyrone was right behind her with an ear to ear smile. What's he doing? I thought, still trying to fight the intense desire from my dick.

"Why don't you climb on top so we can give him a close up," Tyrone said, his smile growing even wider. Kriti pushed my knees together and then climbed onto my lap, her legs fitting snugly between my legs and the arm rest. Her tits, glistening with cum droppings, hung right at my eye level.

"Now, give him a little kiss to thank him for making this all possible," Tyrone told her as he grabbed the back of her head and pushed it towards mine. Kriti's lips enthusiastically met mine and she stuck her tongue into my mouth. I tried not to think about where her mouth had just been, or the fact I could taste the semen on her lips. Cum from her face transferred onto mine as she gave me the most passionate kiss we had shared.

Tyrone stepped behind her, cock in hand, and slide into her pussy. I could tell because her eye went wide and a loud "Oh, god!" as her head shot up. I was hornier than ever as I watched waves of pleasure wash over Kriti's face.

"He's been so good, why don't you help him out," Tyrone suggested as he slowly slid in and out of my wife. Kriti, still concentrating on Tyrone's massive cock inside her, reached down and began to stroke my dick. Waves of relief and pleasure washed over me as her hand went up and down my member.

"Of course," Tyrone interrupted, "you're doing him a solid by taking this fucking, maybe he ought to help you out and clean up those tits." The words shocked me with disgust.

"What? no!" I protested. I immediately regretted my answer as Tyrone reached down and pulled Kriti's hand from my cock. Frustration swept over my body as it was denied relief. I tried to thrust my hips up, as if touching Kriti with my cock might provide some form of respite.

"You can sit and watch if you're not going to help," Tyrone said mockingly. I was about to protest again when I was cut off by Kriti.

"Come on baby, it'll go easier if you don't fight it. Just think of it as sucking on my breasts."

I was shocked at Kriti's pleas to go along with this plan. My mouth dropped open as I looked up to her cum covered face. Kriti took that opportunity to grab my chin and place her right breast into my mouth. Instinctively, my tongue shot out to caress her nipple. While it found its mark, I was also greeted with the taste of another man's cum.

"That's it," Kriti coached me, "suck it all off." I knew I should be disgusted by what I was doing, but my will was overridden by my burning desire to orgasm. Kriti slowly pulled her tit out of my mouth as I sucked it dry. She then placed her left breast into my mouth, and we repeated the process.

"Don't forget all the jizz on top," Tyrone said, referencing the cum drippings higher on her breast. Compelled by the possibility that Kriti would get to finish jerking me off, I leaned forward and sent my tongue lapping across Kriti's chest while the three men laughed with approval. The taste, and knowing what I was licking, disgusted me; but I knew I had no choice. Tyrone's pace had quickened as he watched me clean the cum from Kriti's breast. Kriti now had to brace herself from Tyrone's quick thrusts by placing both hands on the armrest of the chair.

"I think he's going to have to finish the job himself," Tyrone called out to Jack and Mike. Mike responded by retrieving a handcuff key from his pants and stepping behind my chair. He undid the cuff on my right wrist and then reattached the cuff to the back of my chair, freeing my right hand but leaving me bound to the chair by my feet and left hand.

At this point, I was too horny to think straight. Having watched my wife get her brains fucked out while sporting a schoolgirl outfit combined with the fact that Tyrone's thrusts were sending her tits swaying right before my eyes as she cried out in pleasure left me with only one option. I immediately grasped my dick with my hand and began stroking. Kriti seemed to be preoccupied with her own pleasures to even notice I was right below her jerking off.

I did not last long. My pent-up desire exploded onto Kriti's thigh as I finally let out my own moans. Initially, neither Tyrone nor Kriti appeared to notice. But as I looked up from the mess I made on Kriti's leg, I could see Tyrone whispering into her ear.

"Looks like you're in need of another cleaning, sweetie," Tyrone mused as he continued his long, slow strokes into Kriti's womanhood. Kriti reached down with a finger and scooped up a dollop of cum off her leg and presented to me in front of my mouth.

"What?!" I protested. "That's gross, I'm not doing that." For an instant, Tyrone looked like he might answer but he was, again, cut off my Kriti.

"Please," she responded. "He'll hurt me if you don't." The words were pleas for help, but the tone in her voice conveyed something else. I looked up into her face and I swore I could see a smile hiding behind her cum drenched cheeks. No, you're imagining things, I told myself.

I meekly started to open my mouth. Kriti wasted no time and immediately thrust her cum carrying finger into my mouth. I closed my eyes and mouth as Kriti slide her finger out past my lips, leaving the vile liquid behind. I swallowed immediately, not wanting to taste my jizz any longer than necessary. I opened my eyes to find Kriti scooping more off her thigh with her finger. I cursed myself. Having gone weeks without having sex, combined with my arousal from Kriti's fucking, had caused me to blow a tremendous load onto Kriti.

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as I resigned myself to what was about to happen. Kriti fed me finger full after finger full of my own cum which I hurriedly swallowed as fast as I could before the taste could make me gag. I tried to tell myself that it was not that bad: it was my own semen this time, not someone else's. As the loads kept coming, I began to wonder how much cum I had actually shot onto Kriti's leg.

I opened my eyes to see how much more I would have to endure. I discovered that the load I shot on her leg was gone. I looked up to see Kriti running her finger across her jaw, scooping up the jizz Mike had shot there. I realized that, although her face had the dried remnant of the two loads Kriti had taken, the cum was otherwise gone from her face. Before I could process what had happened, Kriti thrust her last finger load into my mouth. I scowled at her as I realized she had just fed me all of Mike and Jack's semen that remained on her face, in addition to my own load.

Tyrone, Mike, and Jack all began to laugh. It was then that I realized Mike had been standing next to us recording my feeding with his phone camera. I turned bright red in embarrassment. I looked back up at Kriti to see her reaction, but her eyes were closed as her body appeared to be responding to Tyrone's fucking. How much longer can he last? I thought.

Tyrone's pace and force had picked up and the chair was now shaking from his power thrusts. Kriti's nipples were erect as her chest heaved in my face. Her shallow breathing was punctuated by short moans.

"Yeah, baby. You ready to cum with me?" Tyrone asked as he gripped Kriti's skirt with both hands to give him more leverage.

"Oh, yes! Please, make me cum!" Kriti responded.

"No!" I shouted, as I realized Tyrone had no intention of giving her a facial. "Not inside of her!" I pleaded. Kriti had stopped taking birth control as we had been planning to start a family. Again, Kriti answered for Tyrone.

"It's okay, sweetie," she reassured me as her right hand briefly caressed the side of my face. "We'll just tell everyone we adopted." Her words shocked me as she returned her hand to the armrest. Before I could respond, Kriti was overcome with another orgasm. I watched helplessly as her body shook and she let out a loud "OH GOD! YES!"

Tyrone, clearly turned on by Kriti's submission to his seed and her orgasm, followed suit. Slamming his cock all the way inside Kriti he let out a roar of pleasure as he pumped Kriti full of cum. He pulled on her skirt so hard the clasp gave way and he ripped the last bit of modesty off her body. Kriti let out a sharp moan as a shudder rolled over her body.

"Oh my god," she cried. Tyrone slowly withdrew his cock from inside Kriti, leaving her to slide off of me and onto the floor. She sat, naked except for her stockings and heels, chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Jack walked up behind Kriti, still naked himself, but holding the belt he had removed from his pants. He roped the belt around Kriti's neck, put the tip through the buckle, and slid the buckle all the way down to her neck, forming an impromptu leash collar. Initially, Kriti appeared uncertain how to respond. However, Jack began to pull on the leash, while keeping it low to the ground, forcing Kriti to turn and crawl on her hands and knees in the direction she was led. Jack walked her over to a couch where he sat down. He then pulled the leash, and Kriti's face to his crotch.

Jack grabbed her back from the back of Kriti's head and shoved her lips onto his ballsack. Kriti, without further command, immediately began kissing, licking and sucking on Jack's scrotum. Her slurping and smacking sounds filled the room before being drowned out by obscene comments from Tyrone and Mike. Tyrone stepped forward to snap a few pictures of Kriti, on her hands and knees, inhaling Jack's balls.

 

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Jack pulled Kriti back to allow him to point the tip of his cock directly at her face. Obediently, Kriti opened her mouth and began to take his penis into her mouth. Mike, also holding his belt, stepped behind Kriti.

"Alright, girl," his voice rising above the sound of Kriti's blowjob. "I want to see that entire cock down your throat! Balls deep, or else." Mike, emphasizing his point, whipped Kriti's exposed ass with his belt, eliciting a muffled scream from Kriti. Kriti responded by forcing more of Jack's dick into her mouth. Unsatisfied, Mike whipped Kriti's other cheek. Kriti grabbed jacks thighs and pulled herself forward, bringing her lips to the bottom of Jack's shaft and swallowing all of Mike's member.

I was shocked she had managed to swallow all of the cock. Based upon the size, I knew a significant portion of his penis had to be well inside her throat. Drool and spittle pooled on Jack's balls while a tear rolled down Kriti's cheek. Finally, Kriti could not hold it any longer and pulled her head back. I marveled as more and more of Jack's cock streamed out of her mouth. Kriti coughed and gaged, gasping for air.

"My turn to tear that ass up, girl," Jack chided as he lifted Kriti onto her feet and spun her around so her ass faced him. Without command, Kriti placed both her legs outside of Jacks and spread her ass cheeks. Jack grabbed her waist and guided her onto his glistening cock. I watched her grit her teeth and wince as she lowered her body and Jack's dick invaded her asshole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned as she brought her rear end to rest on Jack's lap, his cock buried deep inside her. She took several deep breaths, trying to manage the pain. Mike, standing face to face with Kriti, gave her a playful smack on her breast with his belt.

"Bounce for him," he commanded. Kriti placed her hands on Jack's legs and began to work her ass up and down Jack's cock. I could feel myself becoming aroused again, despite the pained look on Kriti's face. I marveled as Jack's member slid out of her ass and back in over and over.

Mike gave Kriti's chest another smack with his belt, causing her to open her eyes and look up into his face. Tyrone, camera in hand, moved in to get a better video.

"Are you still looking to adopt some kids?" Mike grinned.

"Oh, god yes. Fuck me, please. I want that big black dick in me!" Kriti pleaded. I tried to tell myself she was only trying to tell Mike what he wanted to keep from being abused further.

Dropping his belt, Mike grabbed Kriti's arms and planted her fully on Jacks dick. He then leaned her back onto Jack's chest, exposing her pussy to him. Mike fed his cock into Kriti's waiting slit as she rolled her eyes back and moaned. Jack slowed the pace of working his cock in and out of Kriti's ass while Mike began to rapidly pump his cock in and out of her pussy. Kriti let out a loud moan as the two cocks went in and out of her like pistons.

I could now feel myself fully erect again. Kriti was also clearly turned on as her moans became quicker and her tits became erect again. I watched as she dug her nails into Mike's arm and wrapped her legs around his waist. Mike was unrelenting in his speed and force as he continued to slam his cock into her womanhood. As another orgasm began to overtake Kriti, Jack grabbed the belt still around her neck and cinched it down. A combination of screams and gasped filled the room as Kriti was overcome with pleasure and a second orgasm shook her body. Mike followed suit, squeezing Kriti's tits and moaning as he released his seed deep inside her.

Mike slowly withdrew his cock from Kriti, as her body still shook. Jack wrapped his arms around Kriti and stood up, lifting Kriti with him. He then lowered her onto her hands and knees, with his cock still deep in her ass. He used his left hand to shove Kriti's face onto the ground while his right hand held the belt tight around her neck.

Jack's hips exploded with a series of rapid thrusts, eliciting screams from Kriti. Jack grunted as the sound of his body slapping against Kriti's ass competed to be heard over Kriti's yells. Finally, he slammed his cock balls deep into her ass before announcing his own orgasm with a shout.

"Oh yeah," he muttered as he pulled his cock out of Kriti, leaving her to collapse into a heap on the floor. The three black men began to dress themselves. For a moment, I panicked wondering if Kriti was okay. However, she slowly rolled herself into a seating position. Reaching up, she removed the belt from her neck and undid the tie holding her ponytail together. Her hair, matted with her sweat and the sweat from the three men that had been manhandling her, fell to her shoulders as she took several deep breaths.

Slowly, she turned and used the couch to haul herself into a standing position. I could see the red marks on her ass from where she had been whipped by Mike. She turned to face Tyrone and placed her hands on her hips, and she brought her breathing under control. Seeing her naked body on display, nipples hard, hair and face completely disheveled, wearing nothing but stockings and heels; I had never been so turned on before.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room as the three men finished dressing. Not sure what to say, I lashed out at Tyrone. "You got what you wanted, now we're even. Get out of my house!"

Tyrone responded with a laugh. "You think that is gonna cover 20 grand?" Tyrone looked back at Mike and Jack as if estimating the value of a car. "I'll tell ya what. We'll give you a 3 Lakhs credit for each of us. The way I see it, you still owe us 17 large." My draw dropped open in shock.

"W-what?" I stuttered. "That's not fair!"

"Look, we'll get you the money," Kriti interrupted. "Just give us some time and we can get it together." I could tell Kriti clearly wanted them out of the house, probably afraid any delay might result in her being gangbanged for a third time.

"Oh, no no no," Tyrone sneared. "Your husband has been ducking us for months. We're not going to play anymore games. We're going to make sure you earn that money."

"How?" I could see concern creeping over Kriti's face.

"Every Saturday night, both of you are going to come down to our club, and work until we get that money back."

"The strip club?!" Kriti asked in shock. Every bigshot in town had heard of the club, it had such a seedy reputation that it had become a running joke around town. "I can't do that, I teach at school, I'll lose my job if someone finds out," she protested.

"Would you prefer we sell tonight's videos online?" Tyrone teased, waiving his phone in the air. Both Kriti and I turned bright red in the face and shook our heads "no." Tyrone closed the distance between him and Kriti. "Besides," he continued "a pretty girl like you will make the money in no time. You see," Tyrone reached around and grabbed Kriti's ass, "you'll also be providing some special services for our clients who pay extra for it," Tyrone explained. He gave her ass a squeeze to emphasize the words "special services," and I swore I saw a grin flash across her face before it slowly faded away. "Be there by nine," he finished.

"Why me?" I asked confused on how I fit into his plan.

"We got plenty of bathrooms that need scrubbing," Tyrone answered, before looking back at Kriti. "And the VIP rooms are always in need of a good cleaning," he said with a wink.

Mike set the handcuff key on the coffee table as he headed to leave. Kriti's eye's followed Tyrone, Mike, and Jack as they left out the front door. As the door closed, Kriti wandered back and laid herself across the couch, with one leg propped up.

"Kriti?" I tried to call her. If she heard me, she made
no effort to acknowledge me. Before I could call to her again, she slid her right hand between her legs and began to rub her pussy. She closed her eyes and began massaging her breast with her left hand. Soft moans began to escape her lips as she pleasured herself, completely ignoring me. I knew I should have used my free right hand to rip the duct tape off my legs and free myself. However, watching Mike and Jack double penetrate my wife had restored my erection. With Kriti playing with herself right in front of me, there was only one thing I could do.

I grabbed my dick and began furiously stroking my cock, desperate to relieve my lust. And that is how our romantic Saturday night ended: both of us masturbating in front of each other. I beat my dick harder and harder as she squeezed her nipples. As was common in our sex life, I finished first—sending drops of cum splashing onto my pants and the floor. I was then left to try and recover my senses until Kriti brought herself to orgasm. Her screams of joys filled the room before she brought her hands to a rest.

After several moments, Kriti was able to stand up. Without saying anything to me, she retrieved the handcuff key from the table and tossed it to me before walking into our bedroom to take a shower.

Starting next Saturday, and every Saturday for the next three months, Kriti and I went to the club. Kriti would spend the night dancing and grinding up against men. I was made to do the general janitorial work, except when Tyrone would pull me into the office to watch the security monitors when someone paid to take Kriti into the VIP room or Tyrone's private back room. If I was lucking, I only had to watch some random man grope and slobber on Kriti. If I was really lucky, one of Tyrone's friends fucked her brains out.

The-end

 

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Manjima Mohan

Manjima stopped what she was doing, a strange noise from the room next door pulling her out of the deeply erotic fantasy she had been immersed in. She had no idea what the noise was but it had effectively ruined her chances of cumming anytime soon. Feeling disgruntled, she sat there listening carefully to what should have been an empty bedroom.

It sounded like someone was having trouble breathing.

She frowned. There wasn't supposed to be anyone else in the house at the moment, that was the whole reason for her choosing now to masturbate. Manjima was having a tough time getting an orgasm from her husband, Sarath, who used to cum so quickly. She had to resort to masturbation to satisfy her urge, but with so many people in the family it was rare that the house didn't have at least one person milling around and usually many more, and pleasuring herself could only be done when she was in bed late at night and then only furtively and silently as if she felt some guilt at what she was doing, in case anyone heard her.

But today had been a godsend, with the men going off to work and her mother-in-law and sister-in-law leaving the house early for a full day of shopping . Manjima wasn't interested in joining the women, she was already thinking about masturbating and knew she was finally going to have a chance to let go and make as much noise as she wanted without fear of being caught.

So the house should be empty apart from her - but she could definitely hear someone moving around next door. Instantly, her blood turned to ice as she imagined someone was spying on her .

Manjima debated for a moment whether to stay where she was and hope that whoever was next door would leave without doing anything to her. But the truth was that she had been quite vocal and if she could hear their heavy breathing then whoever it was would definitely have heard her, so there was no sense in making herself a sitting target. Leaving the bed, she retrieved the lamp shade from her bedside table, then crept stealthily across the room, opening her bedroom door slowly so as not to make a noise.


Manjima tiptoed along the corridor to the room next door to hers, then pushed open the door, ready to hit with vase on whoever was inside. As she burst into the room she stared in surprise at the inhabitant - Raja rao, her father-in-law.

He looked shocked to see her too; his face turned pale and he clutched at his chest.

'Are you all right, Uncle?' she asked, a little worried at how ashen he was. Perhaps the noise he'd been making was because he was having a heart attack or something.

Raja rao nodded, the colour now returning to his cheeks. A bit too much colour.

'What are you doing here? I thought you were at work,' Manjima said.

Raja rao was clearly embarrassed. There was definitely a hint of red spreading up from his neck and across his face. He seemed unable to speak, merely looking shifty.

She looked towards the wall next to where he was standing. It was the one that adjoined her bedroom. A sudden unsettling thought slid into her mind and she moved closer, now inspecting the wall; she was sure he hadn't just been listening to her. Sure enough, a few seconds later, as Raja rao's expression turned ever more guilty, Manjima discovered a small hole, just big enough for Raja rao to spy on her.

She frowned, wondering why she had never spotted it before, but then again she hadn't been looking for it. It would never have occurred to her that any of the family would have been spying on her. Plus, she had no idea how long the hole had been there for - it was quite possible it had been there for years. But Raja rao's presence in this bedroom when he should have been at work was definitely not a coincidence.

He had been watching her play with herself and would have got a pretty good view of what she was doing too. But why he was here was a mystery. There was no way he could have known in advance what she was going to do, Manjima hadn't known herself until her mother-in-law had mentioned going shopping at breakfast, and Raja rao had already left for work by then.

That meant this probably wasn't the first time he had spied on her, but it was the first time she had been able to play so openly and that would no doubt account for her being able to hear him in return - getting aroused, presumably. She wondered whether he had been playing with himself while he had been watching her. That would certainly explain the strange noises he had made.

'Manjima, I really am very sorry about this,' Raja rao said, sounding mortified. 'I know you must be extremely angry and disappointed with me, and it's completely understandable. I wish I could adequately explain myself, but I'm afraid I can't.' He looked down at his feet clearly not knowing what else to say.

'Were you watching me?' Manjima asked.

For a moment she thought Raja rao was going to ignore the question but then he looked at her and nodded, the colour back in his cheeks.

'Is this the first time you've done it?'

Raja rao shook his head. 'I'm sorry to admit that I have, on occasion, stopped in here on the way to or from the bathroom to watch you getting dressed or undressed. You're a beautiful young woman, Manjima, very alluring, and I'm afraid I'm a weak man, unable to stop myself from watching you.'

Manjima frowned. 'How did you know to be here? I didn't even know what I was going to do until a few minutes before I did it, so I don't understand how you knew.'

'I didn't,' Raja rao said. 'I came home to get some paperwork I'd forgotten to take with me this morning and I heard you. I have to say you're extremely vocal in your passion. Obviously, I realised what you were doing and couldn't resist coming to take a look.'

Manjima was the one to blush this time. She knew she hadn't held back but she hadn't realised she was loud enough that she could be heard downstairs.

'You know it was wrong to spy on your son's wife,' she said trying to sound stern.

Raja rao looked abashed. 'I know, and as I said I'm very sorry. I promise I'll fill the hole in so I can't invade your privacy any longer. You won't have anything to worry about from me in the future.'

 

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'Did you put the hole there?' Manjima asked, wondering again how long it had been there for. Had Raja rao put it there specifically to watch her?

Raja rao shrugged. 'No, it's been there for years. I think the kids might have done it by accident when they were younger and never said anything because they didn't want to get into trouble - you know what they're . . . were . . . like,'

'I don't think mother-in-law would be very happy if she knew, would she?' Manjima suggested.

Raja rao stared at her in dismay. 'You're not going to tell her are you, Manjima? I know what I did was wrong and I apologise profusely, but telling Molly would be—'

'I think you owe me,' Manjima said, cutting him off.

She had moved closer to Raja rao, still wondering whether he had been wanking while watching her. If so, had he cum? That would be sod's law, that he would get satisfaction while she ended up frustrated.

'Owe you?' Raja rao looked confused at her comment.

'You owe me an orgasm,' Manjima explained. 'I didn't manage to cum because I heard you in here and it put me off, so you owe me.' She saw Raja rao open his mouth as if to speak and added, 'You make me cum and I promise I won't say anything to mother in law about any of it.'

'You want me . . . to . . . .' Raja rao sounded astonished.

'Make me cum. Yes. I think you owe me that much. Call it a debt to be repaid,' Manjima said.

'But I can't. There isn't a time that I could—' Raja rao began.

Manjima smiled at him and moved another step closer. She was standing right in front of him.

'There's no time like the present. We're here all alone so there's no chance of you getting caught again. And the sooner you do it, the sooner you can stop feeling guilty about it.'

'How do you expect me to do it?' Raja rao asked.

Manjima shrugged. 'I don't mind what you do - you can do anything you want to me, just as long as you make me cum.'

She could see Raja rao staring at her naked body. Manjima had completely forgotten until now that she wasn't wearing any clothes, the need to sort out the intruder negating the time for her to redress herself first. No wonder Raja rao was blushing so much and looking so uncomfortable the closer she got to him.

'I'm not asking for much, and I can guarantee that no one else will ever know about it,' she said softly.

'you are my daughter-in-law and I look like you as my daughter, Manjima.'

'That didn't stop you looking though, did it?' Manjima said coolly. 'I'm not looking to end your marriage, I just want you to repay me for what you did.'

'Perhaps another time,' Raja rao suggested weakly.

Manjima shook her head. 'You know as well as I do that the house is rarely empty. We could be waiting months for another opportunity, and I don't think I should have to wait. If you hadn't been making so much noise with your wanking I would never have heard you and we'd both have cum by now.'

'I wasn't wanking,' Raja rao insisted. Manjima stared at him in disbelief. 'I wasn't. I was trying hard not to.'

She shrugged dismissively. 'It doesn't make any difference, to be honest. The important thing here is that I didn't cum and I should have done. So you need to help me. I don't know why you're complaining about it. You're not going to get caught and you know you'll enjoy it . . . as will I,' she said grinning wickedly.

Manjima knew that what she had just admitted was true. While Raja rao might have been surprised at her request, he had no idea that he was the one she had been fantasising about earlier.

Despite the fact he was a lot older than her there was something about him that always made Manjima feel extremely horny whenever she saw him. It was actually quite difficult sometimes, when the whole family were around, having to try to hide her stiff nipples and ignore the sudden dampness in her knickers.

But although she had lusted after Raja rao , Manjima had never imagined that he might have been feeling the same way about her in return. Now she knew it seemed stupid not to take advantage of the situation and live out at least one of her fantasies. Even if Raja rao only fingered her she would at least get to experience what it was like to be with him and she could stop feeling jealous of Molly, for a short while at least.

'I can start if you need to build up to it,' she said quietly, her fingers pinching her stiff nipples, knowing Raja rao was still looking at them.

She closed her eyes, a small gasp escaping her lips as she savoured the short sharp burst of pain.

'Touch me . . . please,' she begged.

Making a decision, Raja rao took her arm as his other hand caught her waist, pulling her towards the bed. Manjima's heart began to beat faster, an excited tingle running through her whole body at the idea that Raja rao was actually going to do as she had asked. She still had no idea exactly what he was going to do to make her cum but she was more excited at the prospect of him touching her than she had ever been before.

She sat down on the bed, laying back as Raja rao's hands brushed her thighs, seemingly caressing them before pulling her legs apart.

'You said I could do anything?' Raja rao's voice was huskier now as he gazed at her bare sex.

'Yes, whatever you want.' Manjima knew she sounded desperate, but that was how she felt. She was enjoying Raja rao stroking her thighs, teasing her as he moved in on her vulva but never quite touching it, and she wanted more, so much more.

 

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Raja rao's thumb brushed over her clit and Manjima gasped, then gave a low moan of desire in case he needed assurance not to stop. His other hand joined the party too, fingers stroking and teasing her slit, rubbing the labia as his thumb continued to circle her small bud.

Manjima moaned again, needing to move as the sensation growing inside her was already becoming unbearable. It was such a simple thing he was doing, but it felt so good and she didn't think she was going to last long. Raja rao was going to make her cum, and far quicker than she had expected - much quicker than she would have managed herself - even with her extensive fantasies of him touching her.

A momentary pang of disappointment that it would be over so quickly ran through her mind but Manjima brushed the thought away. Instead, she reminded herself that she was going to be completely satiated because of Raja rao and the experience would give her plenty to fantasise about in the future.

She gasped again, louder this time. Raja rao had, completely unexpectedly, pushed a finger into her bottom and was watching her intently, presumably judging her reaction. When it became clear that she wasn't going to complain about what he was doing, Raja rao slid a second finger inside her, pumping them gently as his thumb continued to stroke her clit.

'Good?' he asked quietly.

Manjima nodded, biting her bottom lip for a second. It did feel good, so much better than she had ever thought it would.

'Yes . . . oh yes,' she whispered.

'Cum for me then,' Raja rao said.

Manjima gasped again as the hand playing with her clit ceased and moved slightly, two fingers sliding into her slit to mirror the ones already in her bottom. After a few seconds where he got both sets of fingers moving in a rhythm, Raja rao's thumb resumed its languorous trail around her clit. Manjima pinched her nipples hard, using the pain to offset the throbbing ache that was rising up through her body, emanating from her sex; the sweet agony extended as she writhed and cried out.

She could see Raja rao watching her almost dispassionately and wondered whether he was torturing her because she had forced him to act. His fingers were relentless, probing and stroking, dragging Manjima closer to the edge.

'That's it, Manjima, cum for me.'

Raja rao's voice was soft yet gravelly causing a shiver of desire to race up Manjima's spine, its interaction with all the other sensations causing her to shake and moan even louder as she tried to hold on, not wanting this exquisitely painful feeling, and thus her time with Raja rao, to end, while at the same time wanting desperately to cum so she was released from the almost unbearable pleasure.

But she couldn't hold back much longer, and soon she cried out, a high squeal that was louder than anything she had emitted before as her body spasmed. Her breath was high and thready as her muscles contracted violently, the movement of Raja rao's fingers overwhelmed her at last.

Manjima's body saggy onto the bed, seeming almost shattered from the exertion of the last few minutes. Raja rao removed his fingers and stared at her silently, a slightly smug look on his face at knowing he had achieved Manjima's demand of him. Then, before she had time to recover, his fingers started caressing her inner thigh once more.

'Did you cum?' he asked, already knowing the answer.

Manjima smiled happily. She was glowing and felt wonderful although she was enjoying the fact that Raja rao hadn't stopped touching her after her orgasm, as she had expected him to do.

'Yes, thank you ' she replied.

Raja rao studied her for a moment and his expression turned more wily. 'Are you sure?'

Manjima looked back at him wondering what he was asking and unable to decide if he was teasing her. Surely he had felt her orgasm; her muscles squeezing his fingers and the accompanying flood, hadn't he?

Before she could say anything, and with a sly grin that was nothing like his usual smile, Raja rao said, 'I'm not sure you did. I think we might need to try something else to make sure.'

Instantly, a strange swirly feeling invaded Manjima's stomach as she realised Raja rao wasn't going to stop now he had started. This was excellent news and her desire flared again as she began to wonder just how far he was willing to go. The thought that she might finally get to see his cock, would no longer have to imagine it during her fantasies, was exciting. Would he let her touch it? Would he let her—

Manjima realised she was getting way ahead of herself. Raja rao had merely said that he needed to do something else to her to ensure she had reached climax and free himself from the debt she had forced upon him. There was no certainty that he would choose to do something that involved him getting undressed, although now she had considered it she really hoped he would. Even if he did reveal his cock it didn't mean he would let her do anything with it. But there was no harm in asking.

A cry of desire was torn from her lips and all thoughts of Raja rao's cock disappeared, forgotten as the most amazing sensation assailed Manjima's body. Raja rao's 'trying something else' had turned out to be him using his tongue and it was absolutely exquisite and like nothing she had ever felt before. Mewling out her enjoyment, Manjima reached above her to grasp one of the rungs of the metal bedstead, needing to ground herself as that all-consuming throb started once more, a pulsating sensation that Raja rao's tongue, with its soft gentle tickling, seemed to stoke.

 

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She cried out loudly and writhed, trying to escape as his mouth connected with her clit, still tender from his previous ministrations, and he sucked hard. Raja rao seemed to realise immediately that it was painful rather than pleasant for her and went back to licking. His tongue teased the whole length of her slit, then circled around her clit, teasing the hood instead. Manjima gripped the bedstead tighter, her body stretching and undulating as her toes curled with the deliciously uncomfortable feeling Raja rao was evoking.

There was a dull ache in her core that his tongue couldn't quite reach, but instead inflamed again and again, a pulsating feeling that spread out through her entire body, leaving her begging Raja rao for release. But it seemed he wasn't ready to grant her wish. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth as he continued to tease, stopping her from moving and leaving her with no way to mitigate the sensations that were coursing through her sex.

Manjima whimpered and begged, but still Raja rao ignored her, the sensation within expanding and intensifying until she thought she would explode, that her body would tear itself apart. With a loud scream she came for the second time, the first dulling into pale insignificance as she let go and rode the wave, her entire body caught up in the feeling.

Finally, Raja rao released her and Manjima lay panting, unable to move or speak, knowing she had just experienced the most amazing orgasm; probably the best one she would ever receive. Everything had aligned to make it the most perfect moment of her life. She smiled up gratefully at Raja rao who was watching her again, wanting to say thank you but unable to do anything right now.

Once she had recovered, Manjima realised Raja rao was still caressing her and that sly smile had returned to his face. Her heart beat faster. Perhaps now was the time for her to suggest she return the favour. She would more than willingly do it, particularly after what he had just done for her.

Raja rao sounded amused as he said, 'I don't know, Manjima. I just can't work out whether you've cum or not.' He winked. 'What am I going to do to ensure I work off your debt?'

'Perhaps you need to take your clothes off,' Manjima suggested.

Raja rao looked at her pretending not to understand. 'And how is that going to make you cum?'

'Your cock,' she replied looking straight into his eyes. Surely that was what he was intending, wasn't it? She might as well be upfront about it.

'What about my cock?' Raja rao asked, teasing her.

'I want to see it . . . want to touch it,' Manjima said quietly.

Raja rao considered for a moment although Manjima was certain he was only doing it for show, then moved off the bed so he could remove his robe. She sat up eager to assist.

'Let me help you,' she said, pulling down his underpants as they came into view. She gave a small, happy sigh as his impressive erection was revealed.
It wasn't massively long, longer than Sarath and it was thick, and very stiff, standing upright from a tuft of coarse hair, his balls hanging beneath. Manjima was entranced. She licked her lips as she studied it, realising she was at exactly the right height to take it in her mouth. She reached out to touch it, wrapping her hand around it to squeeze gently at first, then harder once she was certain Raja rao wasn't going to complain. He pulled off his kurta, throwing it to the floor then looked down at Manjima.

'you've got such soft hands,' he said.

Manjima tugged his cock a couple of times then bent forward, her mouth swallowing. Raja rao moaned loudly, his head thrown back and eyes closed. Manjima sucked him then tried to take him a bit deeper. It was hard because he was so thick. In the end she gave up. Instead, she released him and used her tongue to tease the whole length before sucking on the head. Raja rao ran his hands through her hair, moaning lowly.

Although she was enjoying what they were doing and knew Raja rao was too, Manjima suspected that if he came while she was sucking him that would be the end of their games. She needed to see if she could move things along any further. There could really only be one thing he had been thinking about doing that would make her cum again.

'How were you intending to make me cum?' she asked, after her mouth slid off his cock, causing Raja rao to give a quiet moan of disappointment.

'I think you know . . . do you want me to show you?' Raja rao asked.

Manjima nodded and Raja rao sat down on the bed next to her. His hand reached out to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it.

'Are you sure?' he asked, his voice low and serious.

'Never more sure of anything in my life,' Manjima told him with a smile. She had taken hold of his cock again, gently squeezing to ensure it stayed hard. Then she tugged it, pulling Raja rao towards her as she lay back on the bed.

'Manjima,' Raja rao whispered her name as she guided him to where he needed to be, where she wanted him to be so very badly.

She gasped, and as she released him Raja rao pushed, pressing inside her, the thick mass causing friction on her tight walls as he slid deeper. She wrapped her legs around his, moving her pelvis to meet him, enjoying the feeling of being filled.

'Gods, you're tight,' Raja rao hissed.

He had pulled almost all the way out and was thrusting again, their bodies melding almost as one as they worked together. For the fourth time that day Manjima could feel the dull ache at her core, stoked by their movements and by the sensation of Raja rao's wonderful cock, that she still couldn't quite believe was inside her. But it wasn't as fierce as the previous times, and she already knew she was unlikely to cum this time.

She didn't care about that. Raja rao was filling her and it felt amazing, his long deep thrusts so much better than anything she had ever experienced with Sarath who was the only other person she had ever had sex with. Manjima was happy to go with the flow and wait for Raja rao's eventual orgasm that could only be minutes away if the noises he was making were any sort of clue. She was making her own noises, she knew, unable to keep quiet about how good what they were doing felt, needing Raja rao to know how much she appreciated his attention.

All the while the sensations were building, spreading slowly and agonisingly outwards, Raja rao's thrusts intensifying as he grew ever closer, his breathing deeper and faster as he buried himself again and again. Manjima clung to him, her own movements mirroring his, knowing that it would be over in seconds and she wasn't going to get there in time.

Raja rao cried out loudly as he reached climax, still thrusting hard, almost driving her into the bed with the force. Manjima cried out too, an automatic reaction, as Raja rao slowed to a stop and she felt the moment slip away - so close but not quite close enough.

She lay there blinking away the tears that had sprung to her eyes unable to understand the strange mixture of emotions running through her at that moment. Manjima had enjoyed what they had done, had experienced two exquisite orgasms and she had loved the feel of Raja rao's cock inside her. But despite that, and even knowing that she should be considering herself lucky to have even had this opportunity in the first place, there was still a little part of her that was disappointed that she hadn't been able to cum when she needed it most.

'You didn't cum, did you?' Raja rao's voice was soft but sounded a little anxious as he leant over Manjima, studying her face.

She blinked again, then smiled up at him. 'Not quite. I was close but—'

'I came too quickly,' Raja rao said ruefully.

 

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Manjima sat up and wrapped her arms around him to give him a hug. 'Not at all. You were wonderful - the whole thing was wonderful - but you'd already made me cum twice, a third time was always going to be tricky.'

'You should have said something. Maybe I could have held off for a bit longer,' Raja rao said. He had slid his arms around Manjima in return.

'It wouldn't have made any difference,' Manjima admitted. 'I was close, but not that close. Maybe if you'd started out naked and there wasn't that gap in between.'

'You shouldn't have sucked my cock.'

'Oh no, I definitely needed that.' Manjima was unequivocal. 'I almost didn't stop. I enjoyed doing it so much.'

'Well, I'm sorry I didn't manage to pay off my debt,' Raja rao said.

Manjima stared at him in astonishment. 'I came twice. You know I did.'

'But ultimately I failed,' Raja rao insisted.

'I think I can forgive you. It was all wonderful. I've really enjoyed it.'

'Me too. Perhaps next time everyone's going to be out we could have another attempt,' Raja rao suggested.

'You want to do it again?' Manjima asked, sounding completely stunned at the idea.

Raja rao chuckled. 'Why are you so surprised by that? As you said it was wonderful. But I didn't pay off my debt so I still owe you.'

'It might be ages before we get the chance,' she pointed out.

'It might. But I'm more than happy to wait if you are. I was thinking that I might have to try some different ways to make you cum.'

Manjima felt a small thrill of excitement run through her at the thought of spending more time with Raja rao and doing different things too - although she would have been more than happy to do the same thing again.

'I'm definitely up for a rematch - anytime you want.'

'And now I need to get back to work,' Raja rao said, releasing her from the embrace they were still in.

He climbed from the bed and started to get dressed. Manjima watched him, making no effort to move herself.

'About that hole in the wall,' she said once he was fully dressed and ready to leave.

Raja rao smiled. 'Don't worry, Manjima, I'll get it filled in.'

Manjima shook her head. 'I don't think we want to be too hasty, do we?'

Raja rao assessed her for a moment, his grin widening. 'I'm happy to be guided by you. I don't want you distressed—'

'Oh, I'm not distressed,' Manjima told him. 'Horny, yes, but not distressed.'

'Then I shall leave it for the time being. I don't think anyone else knows it's there.'

'I shall remember that if he comes to stay,' she murmured.

Raja rao was suddenly awkward. 'I'm sorry, Manjima, but I really do need to go.'

'Of course you do. Work awaits. Hopefully, the day won't be so dull now,' Manjima suggested with a smile.

'As far from dull as it could possibly get, I would say. I'll see you tonight.'

Raja rao raised his hand in farewell and left the room, looking back once before he went. Manjima watched him go then climbed off the bed, straightened the bedclothes, and made her way back to her room.

Maybe Raja rao hadn't felt he had repaid the debt but she was pretty happy. Not only had she had the first orgasm ever, she finally knew what oral sex felt like and it was amazing. Better still, she was going to get to do it again, and that was worth waiting for . . . however long she had to wait.

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Miya George

I am Arun, a 26 year old Mechanical Engineer . I was posted since the company has a unit here, and they required a new brain at this place, since new technology was being implemented.

With a height of 6ft and a very healthy body, I am gifted with smooth fair skin. Girls have never been in shortage for me during college years, but I had my own principles.

I was given a very spacious flat in a building owned by the Company and the only other flat on the floor was shared by my colleague engineer, Vijay, who was married. Not very strongly built, he was 30 years of age and married since the last 3 years to Miya George, a beautiful well mannered girl, who was built just right in the right places. She was fair skinned, had green eyes and her tiny breasts must be beautiful , placed on a sleek body.

Miya's widowed mother Sukanya, Vijay's mother-in-law, also stayed with them. Her husband was in the army and was martyred just about 6-7 years after their marriage, when Miya was just 2 years old. She had the same blue eyes, was fair skinned and sported jet black shiny waist length hair that she loved to let loose most of the time, when it was not plaited.

Sukanya had a very aristocratic way of draping the saree , tightly wound around her body which hid her set of boobs, giving only a peek now and then, yet in an erotic manner.

I was here for the last 8 months, and many times I would be called to share dinner with them. We could be called as a family. Many times Miya or her mother would ring the bell and come to my flat to bring some home cooked food.

They were always at home as Miya did not have a job. Every evening when we came home from work, Vijay would drop in my flat and we would share a beer or a glass of whisky. The snacks were provided by Vijay's family. Miya always did the shopping in the morning at the local mart.

One day, on one such evening, I felt that Vijay was a little sad. I tried asking him, but he avoided the query. But after 3-4 pegs, he loosened out. What he told me made me feel very sad. Miya and he were trying to start a family, but their effort was not successful. I told him to get checked and that it would be something minor. He informed me that he had already got the tests done. Everything was normal. But he was hesitant to go ahead and tell me the whole truth.

For the next two days, I tried to coax him into telling me what was eating him. Finally he told me that the mother-in-law was pressuring him to try any method of getting her daughter to bear a grand-child. When I asked him what the problem was, he hesitatingly told him that he could not hold his erection for a long time and his penis went flaccid after just three to five minutes.

I told him that he needed a reason to hold on to his erection and to put on a hot Blue Film DVD when he had intercourse with Miya. As I voiced her name, I could visualize him and Miya fucking and then her dejected face at an incomplete screw, to feel him sliding out of her when she wanted to cum. I could feel her wriggling to get a release and maybe used her fingers to complete her orgasm. I came out of my reverie. I felt sorry for Vijay and Miya. I really liked him as a friend and wanted to somehow help them conceive. But at this moment I was helpless.

The evening passed and Vijay got drunk. I had to literally help him to his flat across by putting his arm across my shoulders. Sukanya opened the door, and was a little taken aback. She asked me to help him to bed. To help me she put his other arm over her shoulders and we started to take him to his bedroom. I realized that Sukanya's right breast had been pressed on my closed palm as she held Vijay on the other side. I could also feel that since it was late, she must have been prepared to go to bed and not worn her bra. At times I could feel her nipple rubbing against the back of my fingers, almost obviously.

As we reached the bed, I bent to lower him and so did Sukanya. I could see a pair of white globes through her cleavage. I had an instant hard-on and sincerely hoped that she did not notice. But I am sure that she and Miya must have noticed the tent that my prick made as they came to thank me and leave me at the door.

I had a well endowed prick which was larger than normal, or so my earlier conquests had told me. I had a pole which was 9 inches when it stood and was almost 2.5 inches broad. At times I had a very uncomfortable time when this instrument of mine wanted to stand, especially at work.

The next day, Vijay was very apologetic at work and I told him that in friendship, he was most welcome to get pissed again. I would deliver him back to his rightful place. That evening we did not sit for a drink. After about two days, when he dropped in for our usual drink, I found him to be very restless. I quizzed him about it. But he was more quiet today, but restless.

I forced him to tell me, however crude it would be. I had a feeling that it had to be his sexual inability that was eating him. I told him friends are for confiding. What he told me gave me a shock and confirmed my view that Sukanya had seen my cock stand.

He said, "Arun, promise me that you will not get angry with me. I do not want our friendship to be strained. Actually I need your help. I mean I have been forced to ask your help."

He was very apologetic. I told him to confide in me and that if possible I would definitely help him out.

"Arun, today after I came home in the evening, and Miya had gone for a bath, my mother-in-law spoke to me...." He stopped and continued "she desperately wants us to bear a child and was instrumental in getting our check up. But now she has asked . . ."

He could not speak further; he had turned almost red as his face had flushed. He was fiddling with himself to get to talk. I asked him to continue and reiterated that I would definitely not get angry.

He then broke the news. His mother-in-law had cornered him, when Miya was in the bathroom and had asked him to request me to impregnate Miya. Initially I was taken aback. Here was an opportunity that had come on a platter and I was in two minds.

I retracted into a reverie. I almost made up my mind to agree. Miya would be a great fuck; every male's dream. But I did not want Vijay to feel that it was not his child, later on in life. I could understand my friends' desperation, as no male would ever want to utter these words especially requesting someone else to fuck his wife.

I thought over it for some time and then I made up my mind. Since it was the mother-in-law who had suggested this, was Miya aware of this arrangement being made? The mother-in-law could not have suggested this without herself getting the urges. She too must have wanted to have sex with all this talk of child bearing going on. She had been widowed and she must be having these urges too. She was very attractive and as said earlier had maintained her figure wonderfully. If it was a fucking that she wanted then fucking she would get. I made up my mind.

"Vijay, I can understand your state of mind. I know what you must be going through. Miya has a figure which any male would die for. But you are my friend and I want you to have your own child," I could see him relaxing, "Since you have confided in me, I will definitely help you and this is our secret. But since your mother-in-law has suggested this to you, ask her to make this request directly to me personally, tomorrow morning at about 10AM, when Miya goes to the market. Make this request to her as though I want some information from her. Also, you will have to make an excuse for me at work tomorrow as I will not come for the morning half. I will tell you the outcome in the evening. But be assured, you will bear your own child. This is my promise."

Vijay relaxed totally, but he was perplexed. What was it that I wanted to talk to his mother-in-law? What was I talking about him bearing his own child, knowing what the problem was? My brain was working at full speed. I was eagerly waiting for the morning to dawn.

Next day, sharp at 10AM, my doorbell rang. I was prepared. I had purposely worn tight shorts, but not worn any underwear. I did not wear a shirt or T-shirt and my chest was bare. I wetted my hands, as though I was at the basin and then went to open the door.

There she was standing at the door in a light pink saree tightly worn and the loose end pushed into her waist folds. She looked at me, almost without any clothes and I could see her gazing at my well exercised chest. She did not look me in the eye and said in stuttering words, "You wanted to see me" she said slowly. "Vijay said you wanted to speak to me. But I will come later if you are busy." I could feel her eyes on my bulging shorts.

"No, no.... please come in. Don't mind me in my semi-birthday suit." I said and she blushed. I walked into my flat and I could feel her walking inside staring at my back. She came in and closed the door. I thought I heard a click, of the door being locked.

I invited her to my bedroom, where I had kept an iron on and a shirt spread out. She again hesitated, but I called her in. I asked her to sit on the bed and asked her what it was that she wanted Vijay to talk to me about.

"But I thought that Vijay had spoken to you?" she exclaimed. Her blush had spread all over her face, searching for a way to head this conversation in the right path. I could feel her eyes roaming over my open body.

I asked her to speak openly like a friend confiding to another. She started to tell the story "Miya had married about 3-4 years but she is having a problem conceiving. We have tried all medical tests and all tests have come ok. But we realized that Vijay has a problem. You are aware about it."

I feigned total ignorance as I wanted her to speak out the reason. "Problem? What problem?"

"But I thought that Vijay had told you?" she was surprised.

"No. But why don't you tell me? I would like to hear from you."

"Well . . . . Vijay has an erection problem" she stopped to look at me. Her eyes portrayed a very sad feeling. I was waiting for this reaction from her. I stopped my ironing and went and sat next to her. Her eyes showed surprise, but soon I could see coyness spread in them. I reached out and held her hands in mine. She was hesitant at first but she relaxed.

"You don't have to worry when I am there," these words gave immediate courage to her. I lowered my voice to a very sexy level and continued "I will do whatever you want." I stressed on the "You". She relaxed totally.

"I...." she started to say, "I want you to impregnate." She had tears in her eyes.

I reached out and wiped the tear that rolled down her cheek. The feeling of my fingers touching her soft skin had an immediate effect on both of us. She looked at me and I put both my palms on her cheeks and gazed at her eyes. None of us spoke. I had her just as I wanted her -totally helpless, waiting for my positive 'yes'.

My mission was only to send her a strong feeler. From what I gathered she had come in a state of desperation. It was now my time to speak.

"Sukanya...." I addressed her in her first name "I hope you don't mind me calling you by your name? I had wanted to do that a long time ago."

"Absolutely no problem, I liked it" she blurted.

"Sukanya, I can understand your feelings as a mother. Have you talked about this to Miya? Will she accept this arrangement?"

"Arun, I have not yet spoken to her about you, as I was not sure you would agree. But I had casually mentioned such type of arrangement to her and had asked her if she wished to have sex with any of her known boyfriend. Though she had not rejected my request, she did not have anyone to trust. But I am sure she will not mind you, when I speak to her."

My hands had now slipped from her cheeks and landed on her shoulders and I took the opportunity to massage them slowly as she spoke. She did not flinch and enjoyed the massage. I moved my hand along her arm and moved away a bit. She was surprised as she had expected that the hands would now land on her breast, and it looked like she was prepared for it.

I did not show any reaction. I now placed my proposal before her. "Sukanya, I have an alternate proposal for you. I have promised Vijay that I will see to it that Miya shall bear his child and nobody else's. But I need your help. Will you give it to me?"

"Yes, definitely; but how do you propose Vijay to overcome his problem?" She was very eager to know as this would be an ideal situation.

 

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"I feel that the work pressure and no proper stimulation when he fucks Miya are the main reason for him not having a proper cock-stand" I was purposely using all the torrid sex slang to get Sukanya excited. As I spoke about a cock-stand, I moved my hand to adjust my new rigid prick with the intention for Sukanya to see. Her eyes noted my lower activity and it was having its effect. I could see her bosom pushing out & heaving and she was trying to control it.

"Sukanya, I had told Vijay that he should put a sexy DVD when he screws Miya. Maybe it would excite him when others are fucking. But I do not think that he tried that." Sukanya was all ears. She moved her hand to subconsciously control her excited breasts and ended up adjusting her saree covering her boobs.

"Sukanya, you are an extremely beautiful girl" I did not use the word 'lady', "and I suggest that we provide the excitement to your daughter and son-in-law." I stopped.

"Me? We? You and me how?" she asked.

"I want to fuck you, in front of your daughter and son-in-law."

"Noooo.... How is this possible? How can this happen in front of my own daughter & son-in-law?" she looked horrified.

"Sukanya, you were ready to get your daughter fucked by me. You would be aware; Your daughter would be a party and Vijay would be a spectator. Would it not be the same thing, but more reasonable that Vijay fucks his own wife, and that we only provide them with live excitement."

Sukanya looked very confused. She was in desperation and had come to suggest her daughter to be impregnated by me prepared and if needed to get laid behind closed doors as repayment; but getting screwed in front of her daughter and son-in-law was a different gamble. She looked confused.

I moved closer to her on the bed and held her shoulders. "You don't want me to fuck you? The day I set my eyes on you, I have been troubled by this fellow'" I pointed towards my hardened cock. I had no intention to display it to her today, and I wanted her to beg for it. Her eyes were set on my bulging prick and her chest was now visibly heaving up and down.

I pulled her to me and she melted into my arms. No words were spoken. I did not press into her breasts. I was going to stimulate her. Her arms went around me and I could feel her mind in a whirl.

"Sukanya you are beautiful. I only have one problem in what I have suggested; Vijay may want to fuck you instead of Miya." She giggled visualizing the scenario. "Given the opportunity I would have made love to you right now, but that would not be right. I can understand that it is your desperation for your daughter to bear a child, that has brought you here."

I slowly separated from her. I could feel a pang of hurt in her eyes at this sudden separation. She was being loved, almost loved after a long time. She was getting a feeling that had been denied to her for the last two decades.

"Sukanya, think over it and tell me so that we can plan a really exciting evening for your daughter. However, if even after this exercise Miya does not get pregnant, I assure you that I will accept your earlier proposal. But I must have Miya's approval for either affair." I left it at that. Too many suggestions would not be good at this stage. "I think that Miya may return from the market, and I have to leave too. But please tell me your decision in the coming days, so that we can be prepared."

I got up from the bed and wore my shirt. She could see my huge bulge in my shorts at eye level and for a good minute could not take off her eyes from there. She too got up and with heavy steps started walking to the door. I waited for her to be about 2-3 steps ahead of me and reach to open the latch. I came close to her and slipped my hand under her hand that was at the latch and slowly slid it over her open stomach. She froze. I pulled her towards me and she came easily into my chest as I pressed my stiff member into her back. She moaned as the erotic feeling washed over her. It was after many, many years that she had felt somebody's hands on her body.

Her hand clamped over my hand and pressed her body furthermore. I dry humped her and she enjoyed this with her eyes closed. I then whispered into her ears.

"Sukanya, this is only a trailer. I look forward to the full movie with a double audience. She blushed but did not reply. Again I separated abruptly, leaving her asking for more.

I reached out and opened the door. As luck would have it, Miya was just approaching our flat landing.

"Hi Arun. How are you? Mamma, what are doing here?" she asked me to keep her shopping bags down to reach for the door key. Sukanya was a little flustered with the recent encounter and was confused.

I came to her rescue. "In fact, it is good that I was there today. Your mummy had come out of the door and the door closed with a gust of wind. I asked her to sit inside till you came. We saw you coming and came out. You should keep a spare key with me."

I winked at Sukanya, who could not control a blush. Luckily our small jaunt had not been caught before time. Sukanya helped Miya to carry her shopping inside and smiled at me as she closed the door.

I was sure that she had gone for my suggestion hook, line & sinker. I had to find a release. I closed the door and rushed to the bedroom and wanked myself off on a towel. I felt relieved.

I then dressed up and left for work. Vijay was eagerly waiting to meet me. I purposely did not tell him anything as a surprise would get better results. The evening went by with Vijay pestering me to tell him what happened, but I did not. He left in a huff.

After our meeting in the morning, Sukanya had opened the topic of Miya getting impregnated by asking her to share the bed with me. Though Miya had not thrown a fit, she was unsure what Vijay's reaction and if in fact he should be told. Then Sukanya told her about our meeting and the suggestion that I had made. Initially she was shocked.

"Mamma, he wants to make love to you?" she could not believe it, "Did he specifically say that he did not want to sleep with me?"

"You mean you would mind if Arun did not fuck you and fucked me instead?" Sukanya retorted.

"No mom, I really don't mind. I know you must be missing dad's love. But why would he want to make love to you in my presence? What is it that he wants to achieve? Why doesn't he want to screw me and get it over?"

"Dear, there are some basics in what he said. He said that you two must try all means to bear your own child. If not he said that he would help." Sukanya pacified Miya. "I had requested Vijay to ask Arun and this was how he wanted to talk to me."

"Oh, that's why you were coming out of his flat in the morning? Mumma, what did you do in there? Am I an excuse to go there?" Miya smilingly chided her mother.

"What should I tell Arun? When do we start this exercise? He has told me that without your consent, he does not wish to do anything." Sukanya hurried to fix the date with destiny.

"Wow, you seem to be in a hurry, more than me, mumma,", Miya pulled her mother's leg. "You decide whenever you want. But you have to arrange everything and convince Vijay, too."

"I will tell Arun to handle that," Sukanya responded.

"Great, so much confidence in Arun in just one morning!" Miya jokes.

This talk was making Sukanya feel wet between her legs after a long time. She could feel her juices sliding down her leg and this made her uncomfortable. At the other end, Miya felt her breast tighten and her nipples stand erect, just visualizing her own mother being ravished in front of her husband and her. This was not happening; Her own mother was proposing this arrangement? This was definitely not happening. Her sex urge was gearing up; she was looking forward to this evening, whenever her mother arranged it.

That evening when Arun returned home, he found there was an unusual quietness. Both Miya and his mother-in-law had a very musky blush and nobody told him anything. He changed and came to Arun's flat. Arun too did not tell him anything. After about 2-3 pegs, Arun thought that it would be the right time to tell Vijay.

"Vijay, you must be very anxious to know why I wanted to meet your mother-in-law after you made the proposition a few days back. I wanted to hear the same thing from her. I have told her that I intend to see that Miya bears your child, without anyone's help. However, I have a plan which I shall not tell you. I need your 100 percent approval for what I intend to do." Arun spoke confidently keeping an eye on Vijay's reaction. But Vijay had his trust in me and had resigned to what his mother-in-law had dictated, since he too wanted to be a father.

Again I told him to excuse me the next morning and to ask Sukanya to meet me the next day. He went back to his flat totally confused.

"Vijay, I am going to arrange something sex-iting with the help of Sukanya and if possible with Miya, and I want you to go along with it. Do I have your approval & no questions? Also this shall be a secret between us four, just like a family matter."

Vijay nodded his head in agreement and the evening continued. The next day was Saturday. I eagerly awaited Sukanya to make an appearance. Right on time she rang the bell; but this time Miya was standing on their open door, smiling knowingly.

"Oh, I remained at home in case the door closed with the wind" She giggled.

I waved to her and as soon as Sukanya walked in, I closed the door. Sukanya had remained quite close, and I put my arm around her waist and took her again to the bedroom. I wanted her to desperately want me, so I only wanted to have a little foreplay without going any further.

I pulled her to me and pressed my lips to hers. For her this was a surprising encounter, and after a little while she started to respond. I pressed her to me and I could feel her breasts poking into me. She was pressing her to my stiff cock.

"Sukanya, I want to fuck you" I broke the kiss and said to her. "I want to make up for all these years that you have remained without a cock."

"Arun, please fuck me now. Pleeeease." She implored. "I can't wait any more."

I pushed my hand to her breast and tried to cup her left boob. For her age it was fantastic maintenance of her body. I pressed, and I could hear her moan. She wanted a harsher punishment. I released her breast and pushed my hand, under her blouse and cupped her breast again.

The feel on skin on skin was electrifying. I felt Sukanya shuddering and clinging to me and deduced that she must have had an orgasm. We were both having a sheen of sweat, and I proceeded to kiss her, still tweaking her bare nipple. She was enjoying the whole act.

I then slowly laid her on the bed and removed my hand for her tit. She lay panting on the bed. I now had her attention and would now tell her my plan.

"Sukanya, I want you to arrange for dinner at your place tonight for the four of us. Do not let Vijay know about our plan. You will only watch and not say a word, except for the usual talk. I may touch Miya, but I assure you that what I have told you still stands. I will not fuck her, at least today. I want you to go back and send Miya here. I need to brief her, too. But do not tell her nor ask her what we have discussed. The more suspense the better for Vijay. I will tell Miya to brief you on my plan."

Sukanya adjusted her blouse and slowly, yet hesitatingly left for her flat. I pulled her to me and whispered in her ear' "Sukanya, I am going to the market to get you a gift. I hope you will wear it for me. What is your booboo size?" I asked for her bra size by moving my palms over her breasts.

"38...." she whispered and opened the door.

On hearing the click of our door, Miya opened her door. She was as inquisitive. Her mother headed towards their flat and whispered something to her. There was a surprised look on her face and she looked towards me. "Now?" was all she said.

"Yes" I replied.

"Like this?" she queried.

"Well, if you want to keep them on your side you are most welcome." I could see a blush forming on both their faces.

Miya hesitatingly came into my flat. This was the first time that she had come into my house after this event had started.

I then made her sit on the sofa and told her the sequence that would unfold in her bedroom. It would start with the dinner and then she would retire to her room and Sukanya would go to her own room. We would watch TV while they would get ready, in whatever manner was comfortable to them. As Vijay went to Miya I would proceed to Sukanya. Today Miya would be allowed to fuck only Vijay. But she could touch & suck if she wanted.

As I explained to Miya, she was fidgeting and crossing & uncrossing her legs. The erotic blush of anticipation on her face was exotic. She was effusing sex all over herself. I could have jumped on her and she would have welcomed it. It is indeed rare that your own mother was consenting to breed you with your neighbour and yet more participate in the fornication process.

Miya had known about wife swapping and group sex when in college and as girl-talk; but had never thought that she would be part of it any time in her married life. She had great dreams of lovemaking and had saved herself for her hubby, but all her dreams were shattered. Besides her husband sporting a puny 5 inch cock, it could not satisfy her even for a quickie. In fact it shrunk quicker than a quickie. She had at times tried to end her sex with an orgasm by fingering herself. But she was not too good at it. She had resigned to her fate, and now the clouds on her sexual horizon had been lifted by her own mother.

Miya's mind was in a whirl. Here was she sitting with another man, though her friend, in his room, all alone talking about a plan to be fucked. She had felt wetness between her legs and now she felt it slide down her thigh. She thanked herself for wearing a saree, which would cover any wet spots.

This talk of being a witness to her own breeding was pushing her towards a peak. She was more shocked at what I had told her. I would be fucking her mother, and that too in front of her and her husband. She realized that if this talk could turn her on so much, what would be when she actually saw a fuck in progress.

But she was also filled with apprehension ' would Vijay be excited too? Would his penis be hard for her to be impregnated?'. She was at the peak of her ovulation and just a good spurt of his semen could do the job; a job which was taking too long.

Miya was also visualizing how long Arun's cock. She had not seen any huge cocks. Would it be like Vijay's? Would it be bigger or longer? She was lost in her thoughts. All these thoughts had made her inner feelings to be in a turmoil and a tear streaked down her cheek. She came to her senses only when she felt my fingers on her cheek.

 

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"Hey, Miya. Are you ok? In case you don't want to go ahead with your mothers' proposal, there is no problem. We can all understand," I tried to tell her.

"No, no, please. I want to go ahead with it. My relatives are asking stupid questions and I am embarrassed to face them. I want to get pregnant. I sincerely hope that Vijay can impregnate me during this period. I am at the peak of my ovulation." She explained. "In fact I am grateful to you that you suggested this arrangement and not took the opportunity to have intercourse with me."

"Miya, can I ask you a straightforward question?" I asked.

"Sure why not. Please be free to ask anything. You don't have to hesitate." She replied.

"In case" I continued " if Vijay is not able to impregnate you, would you mind having sex with me. I wanted to be clear with you, because Vijay is a very good friend of mine and I do not wish anything to break our friendship."

Miya did not reply immediately and after sometime, with her face turning crimson red nodded.

"Miya, I need to hear your approval," I told her.

"No, I have no problem overcoming this problem. But I am sure you will not mention this to anybody." She asked cautiously.

I moved forward and hugged her. Then I told her to go home and to prepare for the evening. She asked me if there was anything special that she should prepare, and I replied that she should turn on the heat. She heard me, then hurriedly opened the door and skipped to her flat.

I dressed up and went straight to a ladies lingerie store. It was very embarrassing, as most of them were ladies. I managed to corner a sales girl and told her that my wife was visiting me after almost a year and that I wanted to present her some really exciting innerwear. She led me to an inner room and showed me a variety of accessories.

I visualized Sukanya's figure in front and told the girl that my wife had a very fair skin . I also told her that I like a light pink colour or a purple colour. She showed me many sets, of which I picked two sets of the most see-through and enticing bra and panties. One set was pink and the other black. I also bought a black lacy over coat. In fact one bra was so small that it would only cover a strip that barely covered the nipples

I don't know why but I also told the girl to give me a micro-mini, and if possible in lingerie material. This girl must have read my thoughts and showed me the most erotic and skimpy skirt which must have been a palm width high with an elastic band and was lacy and very smooth to feel. I also bought a red thong to go with it.

I carried these with me to my office, well wrapped so that no one could see. Vijay was very curious to know but I did not tell him too.

I was eager to reach home and have a bath. Vijay was on tenter-hooks and anxious to know what was in store in the evening. At about 8PM I dressed in my short pants and wore a buttoned shirt. I had put on the most fragrant wildflower aroma scent. My penis was at it stoutest and I had trouble setting him in my shorts.

I selected the pink coloured bra that was tiny & panty to suit and wrapped in a gift paper. I had bought a cut-glass vase for Miya and a bottle of sweet wine for Vijay.

I rang their bell. Vijay opened the door & welcomed me in. He was in his pajamas. Miya had a satin shirt & pajama night suit, whilst Sukanya was in a saree. We all wished each other and got to casual conversation, which had a sense of apprehension.

I gave the wine bottle to Vijay and the vase to Miya. I then handed the wrapped parcel to Sukanya, and when Vijay & Miya were engrossed in keeping their gifts, whispered to her that I would love to see her in these gifts today.

"What's it?" she asked anxiously.

"A small thing to make an already beautiful person more attractive to me." I replied and winked to her. "Sukanya will you please wear a salwar for me, before dinner?" "Why is this saree not good?" she asked.

"The saree as well as the person inside is getting me hot. But I want to get hotter." I said and she smiled.

She then went inside and I took it that she wanted to change. After a few minutes, she came out and asked me to come inside her room. Vijay & Miya looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Ajay, how can I wear this? What will Vijay think of me?" she was unsure to wear the bra & panty which she held in her hands.

"The only reason that comes to my mind for you not to wear this is that Vijay may want to impregnate you instead of Miya," I joked "Please Sukanya you must wear it. For Vijay's sake. We have to get him fired up to make our exercise a success. We have to excite him. You will look wonderful. Take my word for it. Change & come out. Another thing, when we enter their room later, Vijay & you have to undress each other and ask Miya to undress me."

She was shocked. "How can my son-in-law undress me or me undress him? That would be incest." She said.

"Sukanya, if you had given him the opportunity, he would have married & fucked you. You are beautiful." I hugged her and fondled her breast. She agreed to do so. "Please tell Miya not to change."

I came up with a quizzical expression from these two. Miya raised her eyebrows to me and smiled.

"Hey, what was all that about?" Vijay queried.

"Well, I was explaining what we all are expected to do. Hope you are ready for surprises?" I told him.

The dinner was wonderful and I played footsie with Sukanya, who had changed to a nice salwar and Miya. I was sure the anticipation was getting them wet. After dinner, as the table was being cleared by Sukanya & Miya, I told them to join us for some wine.

After some time they joined us. Miya and Vijay sat on one sofa and Sukanya sat on a chair next to mine.. Our conversation was about Miya and Vijay trying for a baby and the efforts that they had made. They were all anxious to go through todays event now more so for their own enjoyment rather than trying for a baby as Miya had resigned herself that she would not be able to bear a child.

I told Miya that she should be positive and hope for the best. They then excused themselves and said that they would retire to their rooms.

Vijay & me watched the daughter & mother leave. I was sure that they were well heated to expect the best. Now was the time to brief Vijay.

"Vijay, I hope you know what has been decided. The three of us are going to excite you sexually to help you hold on to your erection and give you a chance to impregnate Miya. Just do what you are told without any hesitation. This arrangement will remain a secret between us. Close the door when you go to your room, but don't lock it. I promise you, that you will be successful."

The time was about 11PM. We had a few more drinks and then we headed towards the rooms, - Vijay to Miya and me to Sukanya's room. I entered the room to find Sukanya sitting on the bed. She became tense when she saw me coming in. I closed the door slowly and kneeled in front of her.

"Sukanya, my dear, you don't want me to fuck you. If you don't, then please tell me, I will not feel bad."

"No, please you are doing us a favour Arun."

"A favour? For me you are a virgin who was unfortunate to be left without sex for a long time. Sukanya you have the most beautiful boobs that I have ever seen." I looked into her eyes. They portrayed a sadness of what she had missed for a long time. They also showed expectation of her forthcoming fucking.

I raised myself up and kissed her. Initially she was hesitant but then her kisses turned on like a hungry lioness. She sucked on my tongue and grunted her urgency. Her arms went behind my neck, as my hands went to her breasts. They were taut. I pushed her onto the bed and felt her bra and slipped my hand down to her cunt. It felt wet.

I broke her kiss and raised her on the bed. I told her it was time for us to act. I gave her my hand and made her stand. She tied her long silky hair in a bun. I put my arm around her waist and walked her towards Vijay & Miya's bedroom. I knocked on their door and we heard Miya asking us to come in. She was on the bed while Vijay was near the door.

I greeted them, "Hey guys, are you all set. First things first. Let us dim the lights. In fact, do you have candles? We could do this in candle light."

Miya had an aromatic candle lying close by, which she lit. I then told Sukanya & Vijay to undress each other, without going further than the underwear, which was not to be taken out, except by the partners, like opening a seal of a bottle. I said that Miya and I would do the same.

There was a shocked silence. "Come on guys, let us do it slowly and erotically and not tear off our clothes."

I put out my hand for Miya, which she took slowly. I stood her up next to me and hugged her to me. I could feel her tits poking into me. I pressed my cock to her.

Miya was shocked to feel the rigidity of my cock and she was not sure if it was a cock or a baton. I had a penis which was extremely well endowed, waiting to taste new prey.

She reached to undo my shirt buttons and I did the same with her night suit shirt. She had a cute set of boobs. She wore a white flimsy bra, over which I let my hand pass stirring her nipple. She closed her eyes as she fumbled with the last of the buttons. I slipped the shirt over her shoulders and she let it fall. As she slid it off she pressed her chest forward in a very erotic way.

She slid my shirt and I let it fall. I had a muscled chest but her eyes were riveted on my cock which was waiting to come out. She looked in my eyes and then at Sukanya and Vijay. Vijay was engrossed in his mother-in-law's breast which was always out of reach for him, but was so near. Now here they were covered in the flimsiest bra he had ever seen. Miya's mouth fell looking at what her mother was wearing.

"Mom from where did you get this bra? You look like a goddess." She said.

Vijay had his palm on Sukanya's left breast and he literally drooled. His shirt too was off and I could see that my exercise was going to be a success. A bulge had formed in his pajamas. Sukanya's breasts were rising and falling to feel her son-in-law's hands on her breast. These were the second male hands feeling her breasts in the last two days.

Her hands went to the pajama string that Vijay wore. She pulled on it and it fell around his legs. His underwear was bulging. Suddenly he hugged her like a long lost love, pressing his prick into her.

I turned Miya to face away from me and to watch her husband & mom and held her by her breasts, tweaking her stiff nipples. She was literally purring. I then slipped my hands to the elastic band of her night suit and slid them down whilst feeling her legs all the way down. I had my face right next to her black panty clad arse. I kissed her there and she froze.

I removed the pajamas around her feet and stood up. Keeping her facing her husband and mother, I moved her hands backwards to my shorts. The first thing she did was grab my pole. She gasped at what she held in her hands; this was unbelievable – such a long and hard prick. She had never had the fortune to be screwed with such a tool.

She turned round and I saw that her pussy was shaved and clean. She had trouble pulling my shorts down as it got stuck on my pole. She somehow pulled my shorts down and during this her face came close to my underwear. She inhaled the musky smell and enjoyed it.

All this time the room was filled with moans and grunts. I then made my surprise announcement.

"Ladies, now is the time for the surprise. We have to undress each other. But we cannot have intercourse. Feel and be felt."

Miya did not waste the least time. I had my underwear sliding down in record time. My prick slapped on her cheek. She held it and kissed it.

"Wow what a size!" she exclaimed, sliding her hand over my 8 inch rod.

Sukanya turned round to watch. She shuddered in fear that this prick could be too much for her long unused cunt. She shivered. Vijay had pulled down panty and she stood with her arms crossed over her breast. We were all in our birthday suits. The bra top came off. The mother daughter had contrasting yet superb breasts. They were nice and taut. Their nipples were rigid and stiff. Miya had pink areola around her nipples while Sukanya had slightly darker ones. While Miya had a clean shaven vagina, Sukanya had a thick bush of brownish hands.

But the most interesting aspect seen was that Vijay had a torrid stand. His 5 inch penis was at full attention. He had to screw someone. His mother-in-law had stirred a chord in him. He had wanted to pull her to the bed and screw her, but the Master of Ceremony was me. I asked Miya to go to him. I held out my hand to Sukanya. She blushed and slowly extended her hand to me. I pulled her to me and we clasped each other. Our bodies had a sheen of sweat and we slid against one another. My prick poked her at her belly but she made no attempt to touch it. She must have wanted me to take the lead. I let my hand go to her hair bun and let her hair fall in a cascade around her back.

It created a very erotic screen from Vijay & Miya. She was seeing her mother in this fashion for the first time. She too envied her mother's body and breasts. Vijay had one hand around her breasts and the other was feeling her cunt. Miya pulled him to the bed and we could see Vijay heading straight for her cunt. His penis was poised at Miya's pussy entrance, but their eyes were rooted on us.

It was our turn to excite them. I whispered to Sukanya that we should now give them a show of their life and I turned her towards them. She had her eyes closed and one hand covered her bushy pussy. I slid my hand from behind and clasped her breast, sliding my fingers over her taut flesh and resting my fingers on her nipples.

 

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Sukanya moaned loudly. To be fondled in front of her son-in-law and daughter was an exciting proposition. She could not control the moans that left her lips. I started to hump her from the back. I made her keep her hands on my prick and this time she held me tightly.

Vijay was in no mood to let go of his cock-stand. Miya's bum rested on the edge of the bed and her feet rested on the ground. She had spread her legs wide to accommodate Vijay. He had fixed his feet on the ground and put his pressure on Miya. He pushed his hard-on into Miya who yelped his invasion in her vagina. It was the first time that he was being sexually aggressive with her. She liked it. She pushed her breast onto his chest and held him to her by putting her arms around him.

He was going in and out of her like a high powered piston. Miya was moaning her urges; she could feel a rumble of a shiver going through her. Vijay had not yet cum, was she having her orgasm? Then the dam broke, she came with a thundering shudder. Her moans resounded in the room. This was her first orgasm since her marriage to Vijay.

Vijay was totally turned on to see his mother-in-law in the nude. His hard-on had no intention of letting him down. He took full advantage of this. Our experiment was a grand success. He could feel Miya's nails scratching his back. She had sunk her teeth into his shoulder and her legs had wound around his arse pulling him into her. Hardly had one wave passed through her, the next one was lined up. She was having multiple orgasms. Maybe her orgasms had been lined up all along and today's turn-on had opened the floodgates of her eroticism.

Vijay was pistoning his tool in Miya's hot & well lubricated tunnel and this was not lost to Sukanya. Her moans had increased and she was humping backward into my pole. I had slipped a finger into her hole, which was hot & moist with her cum. Her hand had clasped harder around my penis and her wriggles had increased.

I turned her around and kissed her nipples and bit her breasts; she had her eyes closed as she could feel my thick pole poking at her belly. I increased my pressure on her boobs and tweaked her nipples harder wanting to see how much she could take. She only moaned her approval. I held her by her shoulders and slowly stepped back towards the bed.

As the edge of the bed touched her calves, she realized that the final assault was on. She slowly sat on the bed just near the head of her daughter going through a continuous throes of orgasms. The bed was jerking to the strokes of Vijay into Miya. I pushed her to lay on the bed besides her daughter, close to where Vijay's prick was entering and exiting Miya's tunnel. This event happened about a foot away from her. Her eyes were caught on the entry point glistening with their joint juices.

Miya opened her eyes and found her mother lying next to her. She reached out and her hand touched her mother's breasts. Vijay's strokes moved her fingers on Sukanya's breasts caressing her nipples. Sukanya let her daughter's hand lay on her breast, still being fucked by Vijay's.

Miya looked up to find my 8 inch rod stiff and ready for action. She removed her hand from her mother's breast and held my prick. There was lust in her eyes. But she looked at me with almost cloudy eyes, savoring Vijay's prick and holding the other in hand. She slowly brought my prick to her mother's starving cunt, who like her had her feet on the ground, on the opposite side of the bed. I spread Sukanya's thighs wide as Miya placed my cock head at the mouth of her mother's bushy cunt.

The cunt was properly lubricated with the cum. I pushed to let my cock head into Sukanya's cunt. I was surprised to find her cunt entrance very tight, like a virgin's vagina. She yelped. And held me by my shoulders. I bent down and kissed her. Then I started to push further into her. Just like a new bride she was feeling the pain of the invading prick into her.

"Oow, ooow, ouch ...." She cried as I humped into her without breaking contact, "Please be gentle Arun. I have not had sex for a long time. You have a thick cock. It's painful."

I could guess her pain due to no sexual activity. Vijay was watching us intently. He could not believe that his mother-in-law could accommodate such a huge rod into her. I also guessed that he wanted to have his mother-in-law more than his wife, but I had to excite him more. Now that his mental block had vaporized, his next target would be Sukanya.

My humping had made my penis slide about two inches into Sukanya. She had clamped her teeth to keep out the pain. I slipped a little back and then with one push, let my cock enter her fully.

She let out a shrill cry and thrashed as she was pinned on my thick penis. She felt like her cunt would be split wide open. The pain was excruciating.

'why did she get into this mess?' This thought ran into her mind. But her daughter's interest was the prime aim. She could do anything to achieve it.

I bent and fixed my lips onto hers, to stop her cries. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. I did not move wanting her cunt to adjust to my thickness. Soon I could feel her legs going around my back. I slid out of her vagina and rammed back. Sukanya's pain had disappeared and was replaced by a warm feeling of sex. She could recollect the days when her husband returned from the front, on leave and satisfied his long hunger of sex.

As I rammed into her her whole body moved to my strokes. Her orgasms had taken over her. She had her head over the bed edge and moved to & fro to my strokes. Her vagina had clasped my prick and was literally milking me. Her taut breasts were juggling front & back with my strokes and Vijay & Miya were an audience to this sight.

Vijay could not bear this and spurted his cum into Miya. She felt the warm jets shooting into her and tightened her hold on him and then he lay on Miya and spent his energy.

Now it was my turn to give them a show. I rammed into Sukanya, who was lost into an erotic world of her own. Her eyes were closed; her mouth was open and she moaned like a hungry animal, asking for more.

I felt a familiar feeling in my balls and after a little while I increased my pace of fucking and shot my hot spunk into Sukanya's cave. We held each other tightly and rolled on the bed without separating. I now lay below and Sukanya was on top of me. Her hair was spread all over us as we sucked on each other's lips and tongues, away from the sight of the daughter & son-in-law.


All of us were drenched in sweat and Sukanya's hair was stuck to her back. Though Vijay had pulled out of Miya and I was still hard inside Sukanya, I decided to take one more shot at getting Vijay to get a hard on. I wanted Miya to enjoy her long evading multiple orgasms.

I nudged Sukanya to sit on me without breaking. I wanted her to fuck me the 'Cow Girl' Style, - her on top of me. She was ready for anything. She shyly glanced sideways and balanced herself. Then slowly she started to raise herself and lower down onto my pole. Miya watched with awe, - first at my never ending hard-on and then her mother bouncing on my pole.

Vijay felt his penis stirring to life seeing his mother-in-law from this angle; and in a few moments his hard-on was in full spring. He turned Miya on her stomach and lifted her waist. He entered her from behind. She would have allowed him to do anything, even fuck her in her arse. But that could be done later. The first hurdle was over. Here we were the son-in-law fucking his wife 'doggy style', while the mother-in-law was humping the neighbour on the same bed.

This time after stroking for about ten minutes, we all came together. We slid out of our partners and lay down together on the same bed.

"Vijay tell me the truth," I asked " Did you come to Miya? Are you not happy that we did this? Were you not turned on by your mother-in-law?" I purposely said 'mother-in-law' as I wanted him to lose his inhibitions. He blushed and smiled but did not say anything.

Miya had a very satisfied smile on her face. We were still sleeping opposite to one another. Our head was where Miya and Vijay rested their feet. We did not have to turn to see each outer; and our faces were next to each others' sex pots.

I asked Miya "Did Vijay pump his seed in you? Are you satisfied?" She did not reply but what she did surprised us all. She leaned forward and kissed my cock.

"Miya, please don't do that or you may force me to carry on where Vijay has stopped." I teased her.

Without the slightest hesitation she moved forward and took me into her mouth. I could see my pole erecting himself. Vijay looked on in horror as his wife took my prick like a lollipop in her mouth. I whispered to Sukanya to do the same to him. She hesitated but a little pressure on her boobs and nipples moved forward and as Vijay watched in surprise, took his flaccid tool in her mouth.

Vijay could only look on as mom and daughter competed to do their best. Their to and fro movement, coupled with both Vijay and me massaging the tits and fingering their pussies brought out groans from both females.

I looked at Vijay and made a sign that I would like to fuck Miya and that he should slowly change places and fuck Sukanya. Initially I could see a hesitation at me suggesting to take his wife, but the following suggestion to fuck his mother-in-law overcame his hesitation.

Slowly we changed position. Now as Miya's mouth was on my cock & her soft fingers fondled my balls; I had my mouth next to her pussy. This was the same position with Vijay, who now sported a royal hard-on. I lowered my face to Miya's recently battered cunt, which was glistening with Vijay's juices. I licked her clit which made her shudder.

"Arun please fuck me with your long pole and push Vijay's semen to my womb. I don't want to take any chances." Sukanya was a quiet spectator busy with a mouthful of cock.

"Vijay, I hope you don't mind." But before he could reply, Sukanya spoke' "I don't think he will mind. This is for both of them, isn't it?" she was clearly enjoying her son-in-law and did not want to miss a chance of getting screwed by him.

Now that Vijay had deposited a load of his sperms in her cavity, she could only hope to get pregnant from them. I obliged her. I turned around and lay on Miya. I placed the head of my cock on her pussy lips and pressed into her. Her smooth and shaved pussy lips fluted to allow entry. The thickness of my shaft parted her lips and put her to a minor discomfort. She winched and bit her lip. I pushed a little and the shaft slid in.

"Oh my god! Your penis is very big Arun, please be a little slow. Don't tear me. I am not used to such thickness." She pleaded.