Innocent Days

I wasn't really a slut. My husband was in America working for some software assignment. But Pune seemed to have changed during his absence. All this sexual revolution stuff going around. It touched me in an unusual manner.

We had rented an ancient house in one of those country side parks that were not upwardly communities. I'd barely gotten to know my neighbors before my husband, Yash was sent to America. Those were lonely days for me. It was fall and there was a chill in the air, as cold as my bed was at night. I was only nineteen, and my teenage juices were running like the sap in spring.

One afternoon, after I'd been alone about a month, a man who lived further back into the street, asked me if I would like to pick raw mangoes with him. Actually between his house and mine there was a mangoe orchard. I was hanging clothes on the line and he introduced himself as Dinoj. I shook hands with him and told him mine was Manisha. "My wife's got a busted leg," he'd said. "But she can make a damn fine mangoe pie. 'Preciate your help."

Without too much thought about it, I agreed. Dinoj seemed like a nice-enough man; in his thirties, square-jawed and handsome in a rugged way. His long hair was too long for my taste, but his eyes were warm and brown. He looked like an aging hippie, except that he wore khaki pants and a red flannel shirt, was clean and neatly dressed. There was a beery smell about him however, a masculine musk. "I'll just change out of this dress," I said.

"No need, Manisha," Dinoj said. "You won't get dirty."

"We have to shake the mangoes loose," Dinoj said. "You're small, can you climb the tree?" I felt a warmth spreading in my lower belly, a heat between my legs. We were all alone and his smile was soft and easy. He appeared slightly drunk.

The mangoes clattered like dried nuts in the chill wind as he lifted me into the fork of one giant old mangoe tree. His hands around my waist felt big and the strength in his arms was amazing. Then he stabilized my footing by holding my ankles to each side of the forked branches. I was painfully conscious of my underwear being visible to him below. I hadn't worn a slip, just my bra and panties.

I felt his grip tighten as I attempted to scale the rough bark of the limb on my right. Then of his hand moving higher, to my calf. A gentle pressure, an upward bunching of my muscle. My foot slipped. His hand did not hold me upright, rather, it slid further up my leg to just above the knee.

Was it me? Did I truly not know what was happening, what I was doing as I lowered myself to his sliding palm? Dinoj's hands felt rough and calloused as they slid up my legs to the fork of my own body, inverted branches like the mangoe tree's. I honestly don't know. I don't remember or don't wish to remember how much resistance I put up as his large, warm hand cupped my mound.

But I do remember the feeling of helplessness to control what was happening to my body. And therein lay the key to my sense of wantonness. Because my body reacted willfully on its own, a traitorous desire against my mind, betraying my expressed fidelity.


"Ah" he whispered. "So beautiful." Caressing. Touching. Feeling. My young juices sloshed about in my budding vulva of their own volition. I was powerless to stop the need. Not a word was spoken as I lowered my bottom onto his waiting hand. My vagina was wet, palpitating with animal need.

He slipped my underpants to one side and his finger slid into me easily. My legs trembled and my feet slipped further down the branches of the tree. He was in me all the way and he slipped a second finger into my slickened pussy.

I looked down. Growing from his khaki clad groin, his erection appeared immense. He stroked himself as he worked his finger in me. My juices soiled his hand when he withdrew and a spreading patch of moisture wet his groin. He lifted me and lay me flat on my back.

I was speechless and crossed my arms over my heaving breasts protectively. I had never encountered such apparent male rutting lust as he exuded. "No!" I exclaimed as firmly as I could muster.

Dinoj used his eyes like weapons, like staccato gun fire, a bursting fusillade of meanings, literally filling the air between us as he uttered the single word,"Yes." And then they softened, drew me in. I fell tumbling headlong into those warm eyes which replaced the blazing contrails of his lust. Something like an ensheathing glove of soft flesh crept up my body, setting every raw red nerve on edge. I teetered on some brink of myself for only a moment longer. It seemed as though a numbness overcame me, a blurring in my eyes and a deep thrumming in my head. I sighed.

Dinoj knelt down on the ground beside me and put his hands on his hips like a army man. "Take my cock out and suck it for me," he ordered in the manner of that same simile, although a little slurred.

In my own defense, I was terrified. I'm a slight person, weighing between 45 and 55 kgs all my life. My husband had referred to me as "doll-like", and I can't argue with that description. My long hair was what he'd said had made him fall in love with me.


My hands shook as I fumbled with his zipper. When I succeeded in dragging Dinoj's dick out, I thought my heart would burst out of my chest. He had a fire hose for a penis and as much foreskin as I've ever seen on any man. His uncircumcised skin formed a huge nozzle over the flaring knob and lubricating drool oozed out in copious amounts. His penis was veiny and the shaft was like a roadmap of bluish worms.

"Skin me back," Dinoj mumbled. His sweetish breath was hot in my face. His penis felt feverish in my hand. I clutched the shaft and pulled back his skin, feeling like thick rubber and slippery on the bone. I felt his flesh skimming over the veins as I drew back his foreskin and unhooded his bright red knob. He was lubricating as much as some men come, drooling strands of clear oil actually dripping from his maleness.

"Lick on it, open your pretty lips and suck me," he whispered. My husband had asked me to suck him off one time, and I'd tried, not really wanting to. But I found myself actually craving to taste this man's cock. So I sank my mouth down onto his penis and held my fist against my lips, stroking up and down as I sucked slowly on the blood-engorged shank of his incredible maleness. His lubricating juice was mellow on my tongue. He sighed contentedly.

Then he reached over and caressed my breasts through the the thin material of my yellow dress which had fallen slightly open. My nipples stiffened inside my brassier, and he pinched and twisted them gently between his fingers. He held his oversized penis in his fist and growled, "I want to fuck you, Manisha."

I could only bite my lips and quiver. He pulled open the buttons of my dress and dug his calloused palms into my cleavage, began to chew his way to my breasts. His breath assaulted my senses as I thrashed in his grasp. I was no match for his absolute insistence and though I attempted to stop myself, I felt my body trembling under his heated mouth. He removed my bra and roughly pushed my panties down to my ankles. I was the one who kicked them off.

As if under a spell, I slumped in his embrace and allowed him to caress my belly, my breasts, down, down between my legs, his hand gently sought my warmth, my juices flowing. I was powerless. I must continue to reaffirm that, I must say it again and again. If only for myself. I was powerless.

I allowed my legs to be stretched open on the ground where he tenderly licked between my thighs, up and down, nibbling on the insides, his tongue a heated organ. In all honesty, I was wet for him. I splayed my legs as wide as they would go and pulled his head to my center. His darting tongue was like a squirming fish at my hole, feasting inside my vaginal lips. I arched my spine and gave myself to him.

He came off me and his lips were moist and hot as he kissed me and I tasted the juices of myself. I sucked out his tongue. He grappled with his pants and pushed them down below his ass. He penetrated my clitoris like a succulent clam, his penis moist and dripping juices, near liquefying my vagina. And I likened his gentle coupling to the sea, a wash of soft foamy waves, cresting and breaking over me. The very air was suffused with such humidity, it was as if I drowned in him, his vastness like the ocean's, tossing and rolling on the heaving body of
water I had become.

Indeed his body seemed of the sea, his gonads, growing like treasures from the sea; oysters, scallops, the yielding firmness of unshelled mussels. He smelled and tasted eternal like the sea, liquid and saline, moist juices in unexpected places, faintly sea-weedish, salty shoreline smells wafting from every pore. He had clam-like buttocks of dewy assflesh, smooth as the skin of an eel's as I pulled him into me.

And it. That. That which penetrated me relentlessly, which rode me like a wanton hag, seared my nether depths with a burning intensity unlike any I'd experienced in my life. Sheathed inside my trembling body like a great ship mooring to harbor, skillfully docking with a precision as though this man knew the deepest pits of my being and played them like a mighty orchestra. Then a single willing instrument.

Dinoj played my body like a guitar and my heart like a violin. His round ass -globes, flexing, alternately taut and relaxed, driving me, driving himself, driving us, over the precipice of simple sex and down into a veritable pit of lust. His rough, calloused hands stroked my heaving breasts, the scabbed flesh of their palms, drawing my nipples to ever greater sensitivity. I felt every scabrous inch of skin tingle throughout my entire midsection and there was no patch of my flesh left unaroused.

I consigned myself to dying in this man's arms. Again and again he brought me up and spilling out in jerking spasms of a turbulent climatic fury, only to ebb then surge anew with ever increasing intensity, like a performing puppet, yanked this way and that by a demented puppeteer, I came time and time again in his arms. His cock battered my depths.

Dinoj fed on my body as an animal might, seeming to draw sustenance from each shuddering release, goading him to greater heights of endurance. Then he frantically jabbed and mercilessly stabbed at my clitoris, making me come in stuttering bursts as he pumped my trigger like an automatic rifle. And when his shattering ejaculation filled me, I began hopelessly sobbing. Whether at myself or him, I would be unable to say.

And oh, Lord, what the man did with me then. With a sure knowledge far beyond anything I'd experienced with my husband, he took me into the gloriously sun -washed realms of anti-climactic ecstasy. No man had ever had the prescience to do this before, or rather, not the desire or knowledge that a woman can respond in this manner. But almost as if Dinoj were a woman, he sensed every nuance of that part of me lying fallow beyond the physical repletion. Far past the exhausted reservoirs of sexual contentment, Dinoj led me through tunnels and alleyways of myself that even I had been unaware of. This was more than the
delicate stroking and tender murmuring he kept washing into my ears in a steady flowing stream like the warmest of honey. More it was as if he became part of me.

Afterward, we lay there in the chill, and I felt remorseful. "Now let's get those mangoes," he said, playfully tousling my hair. "And then tonight, you're gonna come over to taste the best mangoe pie you ever had."

I must have been the most naive woman in the world, because when I arrived at Dinoj and Farzhana's house, they were both clad in only their underwear. And I thought it merely odd. Farzhana wore a filmy and transparent slip, red, her single piece of lingerie. She had a knee brace on her left leg, so Dinoj had been truthful about that. I could see the dark mass of her pubic patch as she welcomed me into the tiny living room. She was a petite lady, around thirty and her coal-black hair fell in soft coils over her shoulders. She wore a pink lipstick, making her fleshy lips look moist and wet. There was a knowing gleam in her penetrating, near-black eyes.

"Why don't you make yourself comfortable, honey," Farzhana said, nodding at my skirt and white blouse. "Dinoj's told me a lot about you."

He couldn't have! Surely not, I thought. Told her he'd fucked me! If anything, their house was smaller than mine, with only a single couch to be seen. Farzhana guided me to it and sat me squarely in the middle, she and Dinoj sitting to each side. If there had been any doubt in my mind about their intentions, they soon evaporated as Dinoj placed his arm across my shoulders. Farzhana sat so close to me that I felt her body heat the length of my figure. And then she placed her hand on my knee.

"Dinoj tells me you're a wild little thing, Manisha," she murmured, her voice throaty and seductive. "I love wild things, don't I, hon?" Her hand drifted down my leg, coyly pressing her long red fingernails against my nylons.

"We both love wild things," Dinoj said softly into my ear. He began nibbling on my ear lobe, swabbing my ear with his tongue. He pulled me closer to him. Farzhana's hand had moved up under my skirt and was caressing my inner thighs, my moist opening. She started to pull my pantyhose down, and I lifted my bottom from the couch. Their touches were inflaming me from my scalp to my soles.

Dinoj began kissing me with that maddening tongue, wriggling the tip of it deep in my mouth like a rattlesnake's tail, flicking my tonsils. Farzhana was hastily undressing me. With the sure, quick hands of an experienced woman, she stripped me naked all the while her husband fucked me in the mouth with his tongue.

Dinoj came off my lips and watched his wife as she began licking and slobbering between my legs. "Lick that cunt," he whispered gutturally. "Ah, yeah, baby, eat that good pussy."

He cupped my breasts in his hands and fed on my nipples with his teeth, nipping gently, just to the verge of pain, an exquisite sharpness which spread like white heat across my bosom. Their hands seemed to have a thousand fingers which stroked and probed into all the secret hollows of my body and sex.

Farzhana mouth planted on my vagina was the best thing I've ever felt, her tongue, a darting snake into the deepest pit of my sex-pocket. Dinojs' white briefs strained from his groin as the thin material sheathed his growing erection. Farzhana clutched at the hardening mass and freed the cockhead from his waistband. Dinoj stripped them off impatiently. Then, still feeding in my vagina, she blindly sought my trembling hand and directed it onto his hard cock. Her hand covered mine as we stroked him in a languid pumping motion.

Dinoj held my face to his. He stuck out his tongue and wagged it lewdly from side to side, wetting his lips and slobbering a bit. "Do you wanna suck my cock?" he asked lasciviously.

I had begun melting inside, my organs loosened and quaking under the silken ecstasy of Farzhana electrifying mouth on my pussy. I twisted sideways on the couch, one leg draped to the floor, spread-eagled, with the other leg thrown to the back of the seat, my head lolling against Dinoj, and Farzhana bringing me to the first jolting climax. I arched my pelvis and almost screamed with delight as the shuddering tremors ran through my groin. Dinoj squatted up on the end of the couch, his legs bent and spread, cock jutting almost to his knees. I brought my face to his cock. Dinoj gently wedged the fat head between my lips.

Then Dinoj took both hands off my head and skinned his cock back and it felt like something being born inside my mouth, a slow unsheathing of the swollen plum, swelling even further and becoming smoother, wetter. I felt the tiny nubbles of his excited organ on my tongue, pebbled flesh causing friction as he wedged more meat inside. There was no way any woman could have taken much of the shaft, and Dinoj seemed to be satisfied for me to hold the head and swab it with my tongue.

I pushed his hands aside and put both of mine around his shank, and tried to suck as much dick as I could. Dinoj began swaying his hips from side to side, up and down and around like you would a screwdriver trying to gouge a larger hole in a wall. The flange of his knob was wedged in back of my teeth, my lips locked onto it. His immense balls hung low in their bag, swinging against my chin as he thrust his loins against my face.

Farzhana was finger-fucking herself as she speared her long tongue deep into my spiraling depths. She suddenly came off my pussy and let out a long, wavering sigh, shivering with pleasure, her eyes closed, climaxing and masturbating herself more swiftly. Her mouth opened and she groaned, "Aahhhh, yes!"

Dinoj pulled my mouth off his cock. "Let's get to bed, I'm getting close to cumming."

In less time than it takes to set down, we three were plugged together like serial lights on a Christmas tree. I was on the bed on my back, legs spread and Dinoj penetrated my juicy vagina with ease. His immense cock filled me so deeply, I feared he was pushing his cockhead into my belly. It was a whole new experience for me, but they awakened some hidden craving for lust-drugged pleasure. I pulled Farzhana on top of me, facing Dinoj, her pussy at my mouth.

For the first time in my life, I sucked into the rich yielding pudding of a cunt. I heard them kissing madly above me, but was feverishly awash with the drenching ecstasy of eating the sex of another woman, while being fucked like a bitch in heat by her husband.

Farzhana and Dinoj both fondled and kneaded my fully aroused tits, and my nipples felt as hard as eraser caps. They unlocked their lips and went all verbal on me.

Farzhana hissed, "Fuck'er! Fuck'er! Suck my cunt!" "Ah, yeah!" Dinoj gasped. "Sweet fucking pussy! So good! Pull her ass open, Farzhana."

Farzhana bent over me, her tits bobbling against mine and dug up under my buttocks. She palmed my butt-cheeks apart, and stroked through the moist cleavage of my ass-trench. She fingered my hole and I felt her gliding her palm around Dinoj's root as the thrusting club sawed in and out of my vagina.

"Good God!" I panted as I felt another wave of orgasm hit between my legs like a rip-tide of ecstatic torment. Dinoj plowed into me with renewed vigor, hunching his lower back more rapidly, harder and harder, and undulating his groin, his cock touching every soft yielding custard of my sex-flesh, battering into my guts with a demented fury.

"Fuck that cunt, baby," Farzhana slurred. "Show'er what a real man's cock is like. Set that pussy on fire!"

She turned around to me. "Finger fuck me, sweetie. Make me cum some more." She spread her legs wide above me and I inserted three fingers held tightly together. She sank her smooth-fleshed loins all the way down on my hand and fucked herself like a brood sow, grunting and groaning as I brought her off time and time again.

"Pull out when you're ready to shoot!" Farzhana barked at Dinoj. "Wanna get a good look at my man's cream."

"I don't --- I don't ---" Dinoj gasped. "--- think I can!" he yelped, and I felt him start spurting inside me. That was all it took.

Like the splitting tremors of an earthquake, and the dwindling aftershocks, my body stuttered and jerked, shuddered and writhed under the force of an explosive orgasm, which seemed to last an hour, on and on, it roiled and rippled through my sex, tearing holes through every shred of my maddened senses.

Dinoj managed to haul his spewing cock out of my well-fucked hole and shot a broad stream of his man-juice across my heaving breasts. Then a final streaking spit of his milk, popped a rope of creamy pDinojs under my neck that would've made Liz Taylor jealous. Farzhana was on the white stuff in an instant, licking my tits and sucking up her husband's spunk like the sweetest honey she'd ever tasted.

She really could make an absolutely heavenly mangoe pie, which we shared in comfortable nudity around their kitchen table. Our menage a trois lasted until Yash came home from America a few months later.

But Yash thought he could teach innocent little me some of the tricks he'd picked up in America.

Stranger seduces Wife

This incident happened a couple of years back when both myself and my wife were visiting an Ashram in Pune. This Ashram, though people misunderstand as a sexual haven is more of a spiritual and solemn place. You will also come across people who are there only for sex too.

At that time we were just about a few days into our marriage. I was about 26 years of age and she was 22. Both of us are good looking and physical fit. Myself about 6'tall athletic and she was 5'7" slim in excellent shape. I was a regular visitor of the Ashram and in times of stress I got there for relief. It is an excellent place to meet friendly people and have peace of mind. When I go there I used to share accommodation with other people. I used to know a Sanyasin (People who visit this Ashram are called Sanyasins, including me) called Aryan. He is about 36years, very tall, about 6'4" and extremely athletic. He stays in the Ashram regularly and he has a flat which can be shared with another person. And of late during my visits, I stayed in his flat and paid him rent. He devotes his time doing the regular chores of the Ashram, which needs rigorous physical work. Aryan and I though about 10years in age difference always had a close friendship, due to our similar views on lot of subjects, including spirituality.

Well, it was in the first week of December immediately after our marriage which was on the 28th of November that we decided to visit the Ashram before we go on a honeymoon trip to Goa. It was my idea, to visit the Ashram, since Reena never heard about the Ashram before and I thought it to be a good thing to visit the nice place before we start on our journey in life together. December unfortunately is a very busy month in the Ashram, with lot of foreign crowd gathering to escape the cold winter months of Europe and also there are lots of Festivities.

We reached the Ashram on the 2nd of December morning. WE were dead tired, especially since it was only 4 days after our marriage and we hardly had a chance to talk properly after all the ceremonies after the marriage. Our first night was a complete wash out since the wedding and the party was over only after 2.00AM. As agreed upon before marriage Reena and I did not have sex during that night since we didn't want to ruin such a wonderful first sexual experience in that sort of atmosphere. Though the days after that we had mild kissing and touching we were thinking of having sex only during our honeymoon in Goa. Reena is a girl from a very conservative background and was the daughter of a middle class School Teacher. She was brought up in a traditional Hindu way. She was a Virgin at the time of the marriage. Though she was a Virgin, with the kind of exposure on TV and internet, she is well aware of sex and she seemed to be eager to have sex. We decided before marriage that we will enjoy our first sexual experience in a quite and romantic place during our honeymoon.

After reaching the Ashram, we searched for a hotel room in and around the Ashram. But then in December it is very hard to find an accommodation around the Ashram. We were dead tired and were walking around the Ashram with our luggage when we came across Aryan. He was surprised to see me with my wife.
"Why didn't you inform me of your marriage?" was his first question. Though we had been good friends, I didn't want anybody from Ashram, to attend my marriage since this Ashram is always misunderstood by the general Public. I could not tell him that, but then I told him, that the marriage was hurriedly arranged and I didn't get a chance to call all my friends. I introduced Reena and told him of our predicament. Aryan was a little hesitant to come up with the suggestion, but then he asked me " If you guys are okay you can stay in my flat, Only problem is; Sam, you know my place; right, It is a kind of Bachelor apartment, only one hall come kitchen come Bedroom and Toilet. Also now I have a nephew, who is here just to attend the festivities".

I had to think fast for a reply, I didn't want to hurt Aryan's sentiments. I didn't want to stay at a small place like Aryan's with two strangers and my wife. But then I don't have much choice. Also we were there only for three days and I was sure we will survive. From her expression, Reena seemed to be a little hesitant and shy to stay with two strangers in a flat.

But then we agreed to stay with Aryan's Flat for the three days. We were really hungry and tired and it was already 10.00AM. We walked with Aryan to his Flat to take a bath and freshen ourselves before we go out for breakfast. His flat was on the 3rd storey of a 10 storey apartment complex. He opened the door for us to get in and once we entered the flat it struck me that it will be very hard to stay here for 3 days. The main room must be about 100 square feet. There were already two Beds spread on the floor which has taken half the space. And once we spread our Beds the Room is full. Aryan is from a remote village on Punjab, and he still has his old fashioned ways of doing things. He is not that neat and clean. There were two ropes being tied at about 10 feet height to hang clothes. We saw couple of under wears and robes being hung over on that. “Freshen yourselves and we will meet at Lunch time, both I and Ajay have keys, I will lock the door from outside. Sam, if you want breakfast, it is better for you to go out and get the breakfast and you guys can have it together here. Otherwise it could be a problem without the keys”. With this Aryan locked the door and went out.

We were still a bit confused, and taking time to get to terms with the situation. Reena broke the silence “Uncle seems to be a nice person. Eh?”. “Yeah, I know him for a few years now”. I replied. She looked around the room and was not impressed with the under wears hanging from the ropes and there was a pile of used clothes in the corner. Also there was a distinct aroma of all the male clothes in the room, which made both of us a little distressed. I went to the bathroom to have a look at it. This is a bathroom cum Toilet. Again there was rope tied from one end to another and there was a bunch of used clothes still to be washed hanging there. Among them there were another couple of briefs. I stepped inside the cramped Bathroom and I can smell the clothes. The sort of Musk smell that was coming out of the under wears filled the small room. I was really concerned for my young wife. Will she be able to bear all this for 3 days? I came back to the main room and Reena was in the process of getting ready for the bath. She put on a one piece nightie removing her Saree and blouse and got the bath towel and soap. I didn’t want to stop her, but if she finds to disturbing we will get out of here. She got into the Bathroom and I changed into shorts and a comfortable T shirt. I spread some bedspreads we had on the floor and laid there for a few minutes. Reena had been in the Bathroom for about 15 minutes and I can hear the water running. The Bathroom door seems to be a little little old and I thought to check it out. There was a small gap at the upper end of the door between the wooden pieces which are joined by glue. I had to literally stretch to have a peep inside. Through the small gap it is easy to have a good view of the bathroom. I am sure that Aryan being 6’4” could easily see through the door. I was a bit concerned, but then I was sure that Reena will be taking bath when I am around and neither Aryan or his nephew wouldn’t bother to do that. I can see Reena rubbing soap on her body, but then something odd I noticed was she had her head very close to the used under wears and she seemed to be enjoying the male odor coming from them. I didn’t want to read too much into it, since I know that she is craving for sex and she is looking forward to our Goa Trip.

After another 10 minutes Reena came out of the Bathroom. She had a towel wrapped around her hair. Her pink nightie was fully buttoned up to her neck, the outlines of her Bra and panties were slightly visible. I was bit turned on by the fresh smell and her sexy looks, I summoned her to sit by my side and We kissed each other for some time and then I slowly raised her nightie to unhook her Bra and strip her panties. She seemed to be the ultimate sex goddess. Her breasts were small but very firm, but her erect nipples were at least half an inch long and pink in color. Her jet black pubic hair n stark contrast to her milky white body color was neatly trimmed. My erection was already making a bulge in my shorts. I remover her Bra and Panties and threw it away. Raising her nighite I kissed her pink nipples, and slowly mover down. She was literally in heaven moaning. I kissed her pubic hair and with my fingers opened her by now slopping wet cunt. The cunt lips were pink in color and the clitoris just stood out. Must be almost half an inch thick and protruded out of her cunt. Pink and thick that it is a pleasure to watch. All of a sudden Reena stopped me from licking her clit. She removed my head place it in her hands and reminded me that our first sexual experience is only going to be in Goa. I had to withdraw and my penis was dying to get out of my shorts. “Why not you hold my penis and play with it for some time? “. I suggested to Reena. She was a bit too shy to take the initiative. So I stripped my self out of my shorts and undies and put Reena’s hands on my dick. It was of about 5 inches when erect and was in nice shape, with a pink head. She played with it for some time and again reminded me that this is not the time for sex. She suggested me to get the breakfast after bath. I proceeded to have my bath and meanwhile reena was collecting her Bra and Panties. I insisted she don’t wear both, since I was under the impression both Aryan and his nephew won’t be coming in before 3.00Pm since that is usually the time after Lunch everyone relaxes in the Ashram. She reluctantly agreed. Her nipples were protruding and was clearly visible under the nightie, and when she moved around her arse swayed from side to side in a sexy way. I took a quick bath and went outside to get some breakfast. When I left Reena was lying on the bedspread I spread on the floor relaxing. It was an extremely sexy sight . I quickly got some bread and jam and finished our breakfast. We had to go to the Ashram office and get some process done before we can enter the Ashram. But then we didn’t have the keys. I suggested Reena stay back and I will come back around 2.00PM after finishing of all the formalities for both of us. I hurried towards the Ashram after closing the door behind me it was a 15 minute walk to the Ashram and once I reached there it was about 11.15Am. Once I have finished a couple of Questionnaires and was about to pay that I realized I left my wallet behind. Excusing myself from the Ashram office, I walked back to the flat. When I reached there and was about to knock on the door, I heard a male voice inside. I pepped through the key hole, but could only see the bathroom door, which was closed and the lower portion of Reena’s legs. From the voice I assumed it is Ajay, Aryan’s nephew. He is asking some thing to Reena which I couldn’t make out and Reena was answering most of his questions in one liners, showing not much interest. Suddenly I realized her dress when I went out. I am sure Ajay would have had a nice view of her in only her nightie with nothing underneath. I am sure they would have introduced themselves earlier. I was about to knock on the door again, when I heard clearly Ajay’s voice. “Reena, Could you please pass on the bath towel for me?”. Sounded like a very young voice. Reena hesitated for sometime and then replied yes. It would be very hard for a shy innocent girl like her to say No to a seemingly innocent request. Reena came into my view she took a bath towel, which was hanging on the ropes and proceeded towards the bathroom door. She knocked on the door and told Ajay that she had brought the towel. All of a sudden, to both mine and Reena’s shock, Ajay opened the bathroom door wide open to receive the towel. We both were mesmerized by what we saw. He must be about 17years the same height as Aryan but not as athletic, but more lean. He has curly black long hair which was covering his face half way. He was stark naked. His body was lean and slender, but what struck me most were his genitals. His cock was half erect and must be about 8 inched, non circumcised. Brown in color, with a deep pink head slightly peeping out. His balls were two very big balls in brown sacks sagging a little bit and swaying when he moved. Reena was in a shock and was just standing there without even saying a word. Atlast Ajay spoke. “Why not you come in and put some soap on my back, until Sam comes back. It is only 11.30 and Sam won’t be back until 2.00PM. Reena didn’t move and I knew she was in a state of shock. Ajay took the towel from Reena and pulled her by the hand and closed the door. I thought Reena will shout and come out after the initial shock. I waited 5 minutes and still no sign of reena. I knocked on the door loudly. Ajay shouted “ Who is this?” I replied “ This is Sam”. There was a silence for a few minutes. I knew that he was thinking of what to do. Again the bathroom door opened and he appeared naked carrying Reena’s nightie. He hurriedly hung the nightie on the ropes and then proceeded to take the Saree and blouse of Reena which was lying in the corner and disappeared from view. Through the open door I can see poor Reena sitting in a corner of the washroom naked. With her hands folded on her knees. She was literally shivering. Ajay went back to the washroom tied the bath towel around his waste and came back to open the door closing the bathroom door. I was in a state of shock and was a bit too scared to create any trouble in a place far away from my home. Ajay open the door and seemed to be not troubled by my intrusion. He told me to come in and mentioned that he is half was through his bath. I asked him about reena. “Reena has gone out to look for you, since I said I will be here until she comes back”. I knew that him putting reenas nightie on the rope and removing saree and blouse were just tricks to support his answer. I sat on the floor tired and shocked while Ajay went inside the bathroom and closed the door. I wanted to know what he is going to do to Reena. I slowly walked to the bathroom door without making any noise and stretched myself to reach the small gap on the bathroom door. The sight that greeted me was Ajay was forcing reena to stand up and gustering her to keep quite.reena was terrified of the developments. She is still a virgin and we are yet to have good sex and she is already naked in front of a boy who is much younger to her. Ajay seemed to care nothing and seemed rude too. He pulled her by her hand and made her to stand up. The fear of getting caught with a stranger naked must be the reason she didn’t shout. He pulled her and embraced her and their bodies pressed against each other. I can see her breasts pressed against his body and his cock which is fully erect was stuck between their bodies. He bend down and kissed her slightly. She tried to move away but for the fear of asking noise her mobility was also curtailed. He turned her head and kissed her again, parted her lips with his tongue and opened her mouth, putting his tongue in. He kissed her for a few minutes and moved his mouth towards her breasts. Her pink nipples were standing out. By now Reena was just standing there and letting him do anything he want to. The water was still running and the sound of the running water was making it difficult for anybody outside to hear what is going on inside. He slowly took her nipples one by one in his mouth and sucked. Her nipples were already hard and erect. He moved her hands and let her hold and feel his cock which was at full mast now. It must be at least nine inches and thick too He made her move the foreskin and a huge glistening purple colored head came out. His balls were swaying all the time. He made her slowly kneel down and pulled her hair, brought her head in line with the cock. He pushed the big purple head towards her lips and made her open her mouth. He pushed the head inside her mouth. He thrust it inside and slowly moved it in and out. Poor Reena her mouth was stretched by the size and she could only take couple of inches inside. This was her first real sexual experience and she was in a state of shock. Ajay was enjoying and by the expression on his face I was able to make out he was about to come. I wanted to prevent him Cumming in reena’s mouth, so I knocked on the door, to which he simple replied. “Coming my friend, give me a few more minutes”. And all of a sudden he tensed. He held Reena’s head tightly to his cock and he unloaded in her mouth. She was gasping for breath and had to swallow each drop of it. He took his cock out of her mouth and I could see a drop of semen still oozing out of his cock. They had been in there for about 20 minutes and I was running out of patience. I knocked again. This time he partially opened the door and shouted back “I am going to take another half hour, and don’t dare bother me until then”. I was shocked and scared by the rude treatment I received. After he closed the door, I again, watched thru the opening in the door. By now Reena has collapsed to the floor. She was lying down on her back. Her legs were slightly apart and I could see her pink cunt lips glistening by her fluids and the clit protruding from the cunt. It seemed aroused by all the action and was more of purple in color. Ajay would have seen that too. He spread her legs and had a nice look at the beautiful virgin cunt. He spread her legs wide apart; the clit was now like a small cock head on top of her wet cunt lips. Ajay’s cock stood full mast once again. He moved his cock slowly to cunt and rubbed the tip of his cock many times on her clit and wet lips. He then placed one hand on her mouth to avoid her from crying out and slowly tried to immerse his cock in the virgin cunt. Reena tried to move his hand from her mouth which was suffocating her, but then he forcibly pressed his hands on her mouth. With one thrust he entered her. Reena’s eyes almost came out of her sockets. He made his cock lay there inside her for a few minutes. There were tears in reena’s eyes. The entire 9 inches was buried inside her to the hilt. Slowly Ajay withdrew his cock and there was a mixture of blood and fluids on his cock. Reena is no longer a Virgin. He slowly started rocking his cock in and out. He continued for some more time and then he stiffened again. He is coming inside her. I wanted to prevent it, but I cannot do anything. He shot his entire cum inside her. He took his cock out of Reena and a mixture of blood cum and fluids dropped out of Reena’s open cunt. Now I heard the keys turning and I hurried to the bed sheet and lied there. Aryan appeared and asked me how I am doing to which I replied I am doing fine. He asked me whether Ajay was in the Bathroom and I nodded yes. They talked something in Punjabi and I didn’t understand. A few minutes later Arya told me he had to go somewhere and he has to take a bath. When Ajay came out Aryan went in. I was tired and lost. I went out for a walk and by the time I came back after few hours, only reena was there lying on the bed sheet in her nightie. I immediately packed our luggage and left the place with reena.

Neighbours Take Houswife

Hi Friends. My name is Jay. I stay with my sexy wife Amisha on the top floor of a multi-storey building. The building has 25 floors and on each floor there are 2 luxurious flats. There is a open space (terrace) of 80’ x 40’ opening from inside, which is shared by the top two flats.

The flat next to ours was vacant for a long time and we had complete privacy. I and my wife are both crazy about sex so we indulge in it whenever we can. It was a pleasure fucking her on the terrace. At times we even fucked in the passage between the two flats. Amisha also enjoys lesbian activities so once in a while we would bring in a young girl and all three would enjoy sex on the terrace.

About a month back a young couple occupied the other flat. The husband Mihir leaves for work at 10 AM and returns at 8 PM. The wife Ratna, a gorgeous female, is alone during the period. Like other residential flats in Mumbai, in our building the neighbours had privacy and didn't interfere with anything. They kept themselves to themselves. Whenever I saw Ratna on the terrace, I would fantasise about fucking her.

Amisha could see the lust in my eyes.

“Shall I bring her here, so you can fulfill your fantasies?" she asked one day.

“Why?" I pretended not to understand.

“Why do you think, To fuck her of course" She laughed.

“But will she agree?"

“Once she’s here she’s got no where to go. Lock her in the bedroom and rape her"

“OK," I agreed.

Amisha went to the neighbour’s door and rang the door bell.

“Who is it?" I heard Ratna ask.

A few seconds later she peeped out from the side window. She had seen Amisha and knew her as her neighbour so she opened the door.

"Yes", she looked questioningly at Amisha.

“A phonecall for you from your husband" Amisha said and without waiting for reply returned.

The very next second Ratna opened the door and came to our house. Amisha pointed towards the bedroom and said,

“Take the call in there", Ratna unsuspectingly entered our bedroom, we followed immediately and shut the door behind us.

“What's going on? "Ratna looked at us frightened.

“My husband fancies you, so go and get in bed with him, fuck him then leave" Amisha said bluntly.

“Are you mad?" Ratna snapped and charged towards the door.

I caught her and dragged her to the bed.

“No, leave me" She fought helplessly.

I pushed her on the bed. Amisha grabbed Ratna’s wrists and pinned them down over the latter’s head. I hooked my fingers in the neck of her kurta and yanked.

“NO" she screamed as the dress ripped down to her waist. Her full breasts were encased in a black lacy bra. She tried to kick me but I pinned her knees down under mine and proceeded to remove her salwar. I pulled the knot of her salwar and pulled the garment down. She wore black matching panties.

“NO, please leave me I beg you, I’m married, I will be ruined" she pleaded.

“Shut up" Amisha snapped.

“If you make a noise I’ll gag you, Just get fucked by my husband and leave".

Amisha took Ratna’s dupatta and tied her wrists to the headboard. I removed her bra exposing the firm globes with light brown nipples. I grabbed the mounds and began squeezing and kneading them.

“Stop it hurts" she cried.

“Fuck her first, you can play with her body later". Amisha said.

I turned to her and saw that she had our handicam video camera in her hands. She intended to film me and Ratna in sexual acts.

“OK" I said and got up to undress. She stared horrified at my erection.

“No, please don’t rape me" she pleaded shaking her head from side to side.

I positioned myself between Ratna’s wide spread thighs and guided my cock to her cunt lips. Soon I was in her to the hilt.
“Aaaaah…awwuuuh!” she screamed.

Though she was a married lady and her cunt stretched by her husband, my huge cock stretched her to new limits. Having gained enterance, I began fucking Ratna with full powerfull thrusts.

“AAAAHH, AAAAHHHH, Fuck me, fuck me" she screamed.

Amisha was busy filming the act. She sat on the bed near the Ratna’s head and took shots of her face contorted in pain and ecstasy.

“Squeeze her tits" she instructed me.

She took close up shots of the boob and nipples being pinched.

Amisha then untied her hands and legs. Ratna did not fight because she knew that now she had been penetrated and had no escape. Amisha wiped off Ratna’s tears and readied for full length shots.

“Face her towards the camera" I obeyed and she took shots.

“Fuck her hard" she said and I banged harder.

Luckily for us since Amisha too screams, curses and cries for more when I fuck her, we have made our bedroom soundproof. The airconditioner was on full blast.

I had now begun to roll my hips as I fucked Ratna. Her whole body jerked with my thrusts, her boobs bouncing up and down sexily, which Amisha filmed happily. After long minutes Ratna stiffened, her body arched as she had her orgasm.

Soon I came in her, filling her with my seed. I lay atop her for some minutes before pulling out. Amisha hooked the handicam camera to our computer and showed the video she had taken of us. Ratna stared at the computer monitor with horror.

“Now when we call you, you will come, otherwise we’ll show the tape to the whole world not just your husband".

Amisha gave me the handicam and undressed. I filmed as she smooched Ratna. Her tongue entered Ratna’s mouth and sucked at her tongue. Then she licked and sucked Ratna’s clitoris. Ratna lay squirming on the bed and after some time had an orgasm. Amisha then made her suck her.

After some time the ladies separated.

“Has your husband ever fucked you up your ass?" Amisha asked.

Ratna did not understand.

“Has your husband ever fucked your ass?" Amisha clarified.

Ratna shook her head in negative.

“OK Jay fuck her ass" Amisha got up and took the camera from me.

“No it will hurt". Ratna pleaded.

“You don’t have an alternative, quietly get fucked up your ass or this video tape will ruin you". Amisha kissed her.

“Get on all fours like a bitch"

She helped Ratna on her fours. She took out the jar of vaginal gel and applied it liberally into Ratna’s anal passage and on my cock.

“Jay, go for it".

I grabbed Ratna by her hips and guided my cock to her ass hole.

“Aaiiiiieeeee…” she screamed with pain as I penetrated her. I began fucking her in the ass.

“Awwuuuuuu…aannnnnnnghieeee!” she howled. I reached down in front of her and grabbed her pendulous breasts, squeezing them hard. Fuck, fuck.

“Aiiieeeoooooh…..anngghhhiiiiiiiieeeeergh!” Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes fuck my ass.

I pulled out of her tight ass hole and turned her on her back. My cum and her own juices had lubricated her cunt and I slid in as smoothly as a hot knife in butter. She lay quietly, her eyes closed, and lips partly open, enduring my sexual assault. As I pumped in and out of her, splish-splosh-splish-splosh sounds came from her cunt filled with love juices.

“Jay the tape is finishing quickly fuck her" she advised.

I began fucking wildly and to my surprise Ratna took it quietly. Soon I ejaculated and fell atop her, crushing her boobs under my muscular chest. Later Amisha forced Ratna to say some sentences.

“Harder, Harder".

Fuck me, Fuck me".

"AAAAAHHHHHH AAAAAHHHHHH".

These she intended to use for dubbing the video to make it sound as if Ratna was a willing partner. We kept her with us till 6 PM, during which I fucked her two more times and Amisha enjoyed some lesbian activities with her.

Next day, after her husband left for work, I knocked at Ratna’s terrace door. She refused to open the door, but when the video was mentioned, she gave in. She opened the door and stood before me with her palms clamped together.

“Please leave me alone".

“If you come to my bed on your own accord we won’t hurt you and you’ll enjoy it". I said softly.

“Come quietly and get fucked by us, we’ll hurt you if you don’t". Amisha snapped.

Ratna was terrified and followed us quitely to our bedroom. Amisha made her perform a strip-tease dance before the camera before we fucked her.

I got Amisha to use her strap-on cock on Ratna. She did so but only while Ratna had my cock in her pussy did Amisha squeeze the strap-on up her ass simultaneously. Ratna had never been DP'd in her life and having both holes filled for the first time caused her discomfort. It was all caught on tape which Ratna didn't like.

Inner Desire of Indian Women

Inner Desire of Indian Women

Hello guys, My name is Shailee Sharma. I am 38 years old, married for 20 years now. I have an 18-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General manager in a private firm in a town in India. I too work in a bank as a clerk just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 34C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass. My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.9". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some lipstick.

The incident I want to narrate happened about 4 years back. We had moved to the town only some 6 months back from the firm's Bombay office. We, being from Bombay, understood some local language, but could not speak any. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send the car along with the driver to drop and receive me from my office. Being an inspection officer my husband used to travel a lot within the state. During those days I used to travel by auto-rickshaw (A 3-wheeler cab). My daughter who was 14 then, went to school with her friend in her car. It was Christmas Eve. My daughter, Kim, had gone to Bombay to my parents' place as her school was closed. My husband had to go to another town about 200 kilometers away for an inspection. So I had to travel by auto-rickshaw.

It was around closing time in the office when I got the news that the auto-rickshaw union had gone on a sudden strike. So I enquired about the bus number with a peon and went to the bus stop. Unfortunately for me the only friend I had in the office, Tina Patel was on a leave. So I had to travel alone to my house in a bus. Being used to the buses in Bombay I found the buses here too dirty and too bad to travel in. I had never traveled by a bus since moving to this town. As I waited for the bus, I had to leave 5 buses, as they were packed to the hilt. But due to that it was almost 5:30 and I was at the bus stop for more than an hour. It was getting dark and cold. So I decided to get into the next bus, no matter what the crowd was. As it turned out the next bus was really more crowded than a few I had left. There were men hanging off the door. I was the only one to get into the bus. Looking at me the men in the doorway got down to let me in. I saw a few of them checking me out. As I got into the bus with great difficulty I felt a few bodies brush against mine. I accidentally brushed against the crotch of an elderly man standing near the door. As I lost my balance slightly, my hand got caught a bit of his kurta also.

‘ What am I doing!' I said to myself, as I mumbled a sorry to the person.

As I walked ahead, I felt a few hands brush against my thighs and my ass. Luckily for me, a couple of ladies accommodated me between them in one of the rows of standees. The bus was really packed with two rows of standees. The bus was in a very bad condition. There were only a couple of lights at the two doors, and the bus was running at a snail's pace. The speed at which the bus was running, I knew the usual 20-minute journey would take me 30-35 minutes at least. As I tried to look around in the bus, it seemed as if we were the only three women in the overcrowded bus. As I rested my hip on a seat handle to my right, I accidentally rested on a hand. So I stood upright again and looked down to apologize to the person. As it was getting dark I could not see his face clearly. But the person looked at me in the eye and grinned widely. It was clear that he enjoyed the feel of my ass. Even as I was looking at him, he nudged his partner and whispered something in his ears. The other person too looked at me and then both seemed to look at my breasts under the sari. I tried to turn away slightly, but could not do so as I was standing in one row between the two women and a boy who looked in his teens on my left in the other row. Just at that time, the woman standing behind me got down at the next stop. The lady in front was a young girl of about 20-22. The dress she wore indicated that she was from a lower middle class background. She was at least 5-6 inches shorter than me and very skinny. As I turned around to see who was now standing behind me, it was the same man whom I had brushed accidentally at the door. As the bus ran slowly, I felt a hand on my ass. It was definitely the same guys' wrist on my ass.

‘I did it accidentally, so can he', I thought.

But as time passed, the wrist stayed there, and if anything pressed against my ass-cheek. I looked back with some difficulty at the same person. He looked back at me plainly as if nothing was going on.

‘ I'll have to bear this for some time', I said to myself.

But with no further resistance from me, the hand turned around and now his palms were on my ass. Staying that way for some time, the hand started moving slowly all over my ass-cheeks. I gripped the vertical bar firmly with my right hand as my left hand held my purse tightly. Soon the person had both his hands squeezing and massaging my rear. I looked around with the hope that someone would stop my harassment. But as I looked to my left, the kid standing in the adjacent row was looking the in the other direction. As I turned my head right, the two men were still staring at my exposed belly and blouse-covered boobs intently. Just then, the person started tracing my panty with his fingers. This made me close my eyes, as I remembered my husband. This made the two sitting horny men looking at me to see what was happening to me. The little hope I had disappeared when the two men looked at the hands running along my panty-lines, and started giggling.

‘ God help me!' I screamed in my head.

But deep down I knew I was trapped. I knew most men in the bus would be the same as the ones sitting beside me to my right. So I slowly nudged at the girl standing in front of me not bothering to ask for help from the man next to me. She turned around with some difficulty. I looked at her in the eyes. My eyes were moist looking at her. I turned my eyes pointing towards the man behind me. She got the message I wanted her to know. But to my shock, she turned around and even moved forward slightly, distancing herself from me. I knew she did not want to get involved in this. As I was wearing a chiffon sari, the man could easily grip my panty elastic over my ass cheeks with 3 fingers of each hand. I cursed myself for wearing a bikini panty that day. Because of this, as he pulled my panty elastic upwards, it caused the small fabric to bunch up in my ass-crack. Now I was as good as naked under my petticoat for his hands. He frenetically massaged my bare ass for some time.

‘ Hey, what about the guy standing next to this bastard?", I thought.

I turned my head and looked at the guy. As my luck turned out, it was a blind man. Just then I gasped softly with shock as the man put his bare hands on my bare waist from both sides. This drew the attention of the man standing beside me. His response was to smile and move slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the palms started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.

‘ Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he tries to enter my petticoat', I pleaded silently.

Thankfully he too changed his mind. But soon I knew he was headed for the place every Indian man dies for. Very soon his hands were palming my breasts. To make it worse, I felt some twitching between my legs. I was definitely getting wet. My body was doing exactly the opposite of what my mind was thinking. As the man squeezed and mauled my boobs, I felt a third hand on my right thigh. I looked down. To my shock, it was the man sitting on my right. He had his hand running up and down my thigh and the other hand seemed to be moving rhythmically. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized it was his erect dick in his hand. Indeed he and his partner were masturbating looking at me. I looked away from the two men to see the man to my left watching intently. He seemed to be some kind of a voyeur.

I felt a relief as the hands on my breasts moved down slightly. But they came back again searching for my nipples over the blouse. As his thumb and first two fingers started pinching my nipples, making them hard and taut. He pinched my nipples so hard that I had to bite my lips to stop from screaming. Tears rolled on my cheeks due to the pain, and at the same time I felt my juices flowing inside my vagina. The bastard tried to outrage me further by trying to slip the sari off my shoulders. But thankfully, I had the sari pinned to my shoulder. At the same time, the shagging man put his hand on my ankle and started to pull up my sari.

‘Why couldn't I wear a dress today' I cursed myself.

He pulled up my sari and the petticoat to expose my legs up to just above my knees. I thanked my luck for he didn't go further. But my happiness was short lived, as I did not realize that although he did not pull up my sari, his hands had different plans. The man behind me grabbed me by my waist and pulled me back. This made me lose my balance as I lost the grip of the handle I was holding. As my entire weight fell on him, I felt his erection on my ass. He seemed really hard. He was about the same height as me. He now smelled my hair with deep breaths. He caught my long hair and swung it forward. By now the sitting person had his hand under the sari on my bare inner thigh. His hand moved upwards, reaching centimeters from my crotch. He stuck up his middle finger and brushed my slit over the panty. This made me weak in my knees and I also lost my grip on my purse, making it fall to the floor.

‘ He will know now that I am wet and will get encouraged further', I thought.

I looked in his direction sneakily. He definitely had felt my wetness, as he held my sari with the other hand and brought the finger that had probed me to his nose. A wide grin appeared on his face. He looked at me and blew me a kiss and said something to his partner, pointing to his wet finger. And he then looked back to the man behind me and showed him the finger. As some light fell on his finger, even I could see it glistening with my juices. Seeing what this guy was showing him, the man behind me brought his face to my ears and whispered, "So I see you like to be handled by strangers in public." I moved my head sideways indicating a no. But I knew my body liked it. The man nudged the man sitting to my right with his erect tool in one hand, and signaled something that I could not see. Then he did the same to the kid standing on my left.

‘What the hell are these guys planning?' I thought.

I did not have to wait long. The two men on my sides started to lift up my sari from both sides. Very quickly it was pulled up to my thighs. I could feel the cold wind on my wet crotch. Next they tugged a couple of fingers in the thin elastic of my bikini panty and started to tug it down. Soon it was around my ankles. The kid to my left kept holding my sari it it's raised position and the guy sitting to my right nudged my leg to be raised. It was like my heart was totally out of my control. I lifted each leg one by one, letting him pick up my panty. I looked at the guy. He took it to his face and took a deep breath, and again started to rub his tool. His partner then did the same and then gave it to the man standing behind me. He had by now palmed my crotch over the sari with his left hand. He took my bikini panty with his right hand.

"See how wet you are", he said, bringing my underwear to my face. It was soaking wet. ‘What is happening to me', I said to myself.

By now, the men to my sides had raised my sari almost up to my crotch. I couldn't believe that nobody in the bus knew what was happening. I had lost track of time. I did not know where the bus had reached. Very few people had got down. Everybody seemed to be going to the last stop. The man behind me now took charge of holding up my sari. He loosened his grip over my crotch, and then raised my sari all the way up to my waist. He then put his bare hands on my lower abdomen just below where my petticoat was tied. I could feel the cold wind hitting against my bare cunt. The kid standing to my left had started to caress my thighs. At the same time, the man to my right brought his left hand to my pussy. He pulled apart my cunt lips with two fingers and pushed in his middle finger. A gasp escaped my mouth and my head fell back on the shoulder of the man behind me. To add to my excitement and humiliation, the man behind me stretched out his middle finger of the hand holding up my sari and started to nudge my clit.

‘I am going to cum this way, between these strangers', I thought.

As my pussy was being probed, the man to my left took my left hand and put it on his hard-on over his pants. Seeing this the man on my right hold of my right hand. So I looked to find what he wanted from my hand. My fingers were now touching his swollen cock head. So it was clear to me that he wanted me to shag him. He took my hand and placed it around his throbbing member and then placed his own right hand over mine. He then started to frantically shag it. Before I could realize what was happening, he released his load, which trickled down on my wrists. The guy then took my hand and brought it ot my mouth. I involuntarily stuck out my tongue and licked his cum off my wrist. By now I was very close to an orgasm. The man behind me kept flicking my clit slowly nudging me closer and closer to a climax. His other hand was now expertly opening my blouse hooks on the front. It did not take him too much time to open all six hooks and open up my blouse fully. As the blouse opened under the sari, the man ran his thumb along the edge of my bra-cup along my cleavage. And this was followed by him tucking his thumb inside me left bra-cup and pull it aside and bunch it on the side. Soon he exposed my other boob also. My nipples were hard. I was being stripped naked in the middle of this crowded bus and I was hesitantly liking it.

"Time to get down babe", said the man behind me.

I did not know where he wanted me to get down, but I didn't ask. I was got down with the two men behind me. Surprisingly the two sitting men didn't follow us. When I got down with my blouse still open and bra pushed aside. When I looked around I realized that I had missed my stop by a couple of stops. I was at a stop in a lonely lane about 10 minutes from my house. I remembered asking my husband once why this stop was placed here, as I had never seen anyone getting down or getting into a bus at this stop. It was really cold and we were the only three people in the lane. The road ran between some land owned by a private owner and was under litigation. So both sides of the road had walled deserted land. The man who stood behind me in the bus then pulled me by my hand and took me to an opening in the wall on one side and the kid followed us eagerly. The area looked to be filled with overgrown grass. The dew had made the grass wet. The man took me just about 10-15 feet from the opening in the wall and stopped. He then turned around and faced me. This was the first time that I got a look at his face. He had a rough shaved look and short hair. He looked about 40-45 years old and was wearing a kurta pajama. There was a minute of silence, as we stood there motionless. I turned my head and looked at the kid's face. He was no more than 18 years old. He was staring at my exposed boobs under the sari.

The silence was broken as the man put his hand on my waist and in a flash undid the knot of the waistband of my petticoat. This made the petticoat and the sari tucked in it fall to the floor. I was fully nude below my half open blouse. I felt the cold breeze hit my shaven and wet cunt. The blouse had a part of the sari pinned on the shoulder. This made the thin material of my sari partially cover my nakedness. I crossed my legs slightly as if it was going to hide my nudity. Even as I was doing this, the man roughly pulled out the open blouse off my arms. This made the sari covering my front also to fall to the ground. So now I was totally in the buff except for my black bra pulled away from my boobs.

" Hey kid, why don't you help me instead of just staring. C'mon now open up her bra hook and make this bitch fully bare" said the man.

The kid standing behind us touched my bare back with his coarse fingers before leading them to my bra-strap. He fumbled for more than a minute, before giving up the attempt. Seeing this the man put his hand inside his pocket and took out a knife, and before I realized what he was about to do, he put the knife between my skin and my bra and ripped off the bra-strap between my bra-cups. As the bra too fell to the wet grassy floor, I was left standing between the two strangers wearing only my sandals, my wristwatch, my earrings and my mangalsutra (the necklace which all married Indian women wear). The kid behind me started to squeeze my fleshy butt as I stood with my eyes lowered. I looked in direction of the road sheepishly. We were barely 10 feet from the road. Anyone passing by could have seen me naked. So the man in front of me smiled and then started to pull me towards a hut in one corner of the plot. As it turned out he was the watchman of the land and lived here in the hut. He opened the hut and pulled me inside. The kid entered the hut and closed the door. The hut was barely 10 by 15 feet. It had a typical Indian cot made out of coarse ropes, a small washing area with a translucent curtain for a door, a small fireplace in one corner to cook food and a cupboard. There was a single light bulb in the hut. The hut was surprisingly warm.

The man sat on the floor drinking water as he said, " okay young man, you go first. She is all yours."

These words really brought feelings of humiliation to me. I felt like a cheap whore. But I had behaved like it allowing these men to strip me. As I was thinking these things, the kid grabbed me firmly from behind. His hands quickly grabbed my breasts, mauling it wildly. Just then his hand felt my mangalsutra. He looked down and for the first time realized that I was married.

" Oh my god. She is married", he gasped. This seemed to turn him on. Almost immediately his other hand turned around my head and smooched my lips. By now, the Indian wife inside me had taken a backseat. I was now exactly what they thought of me, a married and cheap whore. So I responded by opening up my mouth for the eager tongue of the kid. We were groping at each other's mouths for like a long time. We finally broke our lips when we were out of breath. He then made me lie down on the coarse bed on my back with my face hanging down on the other end. I lifted up my head to see the kid removing his clothes. The other man was watching intently. Very soon the kid was between my legs pushing his hard dick in my wet and sloppy pussy. As he entered my deep hole, a deep moan escaped my mouth. I let my head fall back. The kid was thrusting in me rhythmically and at the same time, his mouth was licking my neck and face and his hands were caressing my breasts. We would also smooch once in a while. Being so excited, both of us climaxed simultaneously into a shuddering orgasm. Our bodies were covered in sweat in the warm hut as we embraced on the cot, trying to recover from the wild session. My back hurt due to my body being crushed between the weight above me and the coarse ropes of the cot below me.

The kid got up and started to get dressed. Just then, the man got up and came up to the cot and stared down at my sweaty naked body. " Okay bitch now I'm going to take you in your ass", he said bluntly. These words were enough to make me horny again. He then turned to the now dressed kid and said, " I need your help to spread up her ass." He then made me to fold up my legs and hold them with my knees crushed up against my breasts. This made my ass and my pussy exposed fully for them. The two guys stood on their knees on either side of the cot. The man dug his middle finger in my wet cunt and pulled out the wet finger glistening with my juices. He ran the fingertip from my cunt to my ass-hole. He caressed my soft back passage entrance, probing his finger inside it not more than half an inch. He again dipped his finger in my wet cunt for lubrication and this time managed to insert more than half his finger in my tight ass.

‘ My ass is so tight. If I cannot take his finger, how will I take his penis in my ass. I hope he is not too long or thick', I thought to myself as I stole a glance at his erection in his pants.

Even as I was thinking this, a wave of current ran through my spine as his middle finger entered me fully and moved around examining my soft insides. He looked at my face and then looked at the kid and said; " Now you do the same and get your finger inside with mine remaining inside". I clutched on to my legs firmly as the second finger violated my back passage. The two fingers moved in opposite directions, pulling apart my ass-cheeks. My ass seemed to be loosening up as the man took out his finger to dip two fingers in my cunt. This time he rammed the two fingers in me. Soon there were six fingers inside my ass. As the two men removed their fingers, I could see partially how loose my anal opening had become. I was then made to get up and kneel down beside the cot and bend forward with my hands holding on to the crisscrossing ropes of the cot and my legs spread. The man kneeled down behind me and spread my ass cheeks wider. I could feel his hard dick head touching my ass-crack. He pushed his erection in to my pussy and moved it around. He then did the same with his fingers and lubricated my butt-hole. Then in one big push he rammed his tool in my rear. I could not believe how easily his tool pushed inside all the way.

‘ This isn't so bad. I can take it in my ass', I thought.

But what I had not realized was that he had some more to push inside me. Now my body started to feel the pressure of his dick ripping my ass. I started to breathe heavily, clutching on to the cot firmly. He remained inside my for some time, allowing me to calm down. When he felt that I was all right, his thrusting started slowly and gathered momentum. His hands were expertly fondling my breasts and at the same time rubbing my clit. As the first orgasm rushed through my body, a loud moan escaped my mouth and juices flowed down my thighs. He waited for my orgasm to subside and then again started the thrusting. " Oooh yes I'm close", he whispered. Within seconds I felt his warm load filling up my ass. There was no way that it could come out of my ass. It felt really odd to have his dick go limp while inside me. He pulled out of me and got up. I remained in the same position drenched in sweat and totally exhausted. But he was not done. He came to my face and put his limp dick in my mouth and ordered me to clean it. I licked off the mixture of his semen & my juices off his organ.

I didn't realize when I dozed off. When I got up I was sleeping naked on the floor. The owner of the hut was sleeping on the cot, also naked and the kid was nowhere to be seen. I looked at my watch. It was 5 in the morning. I got up quietly and decided to get out before he could get up. I looked around for my clothes. Suddenly I realized that I was naked when I entered the hut. So I sneaked out of the hut totally naked, with my sandals in my hand. It was still dark outside. This made it difficult for me to search for my clothes. I kept searching for my clothes for more than half an hour. At the end of it all I could find was my petticoat but without its string. So I could not even tie it around the waist. I was now naked for more than 10 hours.

‘ That ass hole kid must have taken my clothes as a souvenir', I thought.

So I walked back to the hut and entered it quietly. Luckily I found a coat hanging by a nail. I took the coat and again exited the hut. The woolen coat came up to my knees. But the bad part was that it had no buttons to close it. So I wore my sandals and held the coat tightly around my stomach. My house was more than 10 minutes away. I walked quickly all the way to the house. As soon as I entered the house and slammed the door shut, I rushed to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I stood under the shower cleaning all the sweat and the cum on and in my body. I came out of the shower and started to wipe myself looking in the mirror. I had red marks all over my back and arms due to the coarse ropes of the cot. Though I had enjoyed it, I was happy that it was over. I got in to the bed and pulled over the comforter. I took off my wristwatch and my earrings. Just then the horror struck. My mangalsutra was missing. It was very very important to me. It was a very old piece of jewellery passed from generation to generation in my husband's family.

And I had forgotten it at that man's house during my wild romp. I had to get it back at any cost. Any cost?

Motivated by the story of Uncle Raj

This is story of myself 14yrs, my sister Sapna 21 yrs and Uncle Raj 48 yrs who was a tenent in our house. My sister was married at the age of 20 and because my Jija had gone abroad (just after 2 months of marriage)for his training, Sapna used to spend considerable time with us as her in-laws stayed in a near by city.

Uncle Raj use to stay at the back portion of our house and we stayed on the first floor. On the ground floor, an aangan used to connect his portion with the first floor landing ending up on the verandah connected to that angan. There was also a room on the second side of the angan and the aangan itself was half covered by a shed with an iron jaali (net) dividing the aangan and thereby extending this room. The covered portion of the angan and the room was meant to be store. The door to Uncle Raj's portion was inside this covered area and there was another door which connectes this covered portion and verandah. The room (store) had a window which could have opened into Uncle Raj's bedroom, but since no one used to open this room, Uncle Raj was oblivious to its existence. On the uncovered portion there was a bathroom and a toilet which we used to use as in summers the water supply could only be accessed at the ground floor.

Uncle Raj was of atheletic build and was a divorcee for the last 8 yrs. He was always lusting after my sis since he started staying at our place. My mother a sis, held him in high esteem as he was a senior goverment officer an used to help out in our various problems.

This incident is when my sis was staying with us, actually she had come to attend the marriage of our cousin sister. Jija had been away for the last 10 months to UK for his higher studies. She is 5.6" slim and quite attractive.

We all were staying at my mama's place but on the day of the marriage my and my sis had to come back as she wanted to go to her known beauty parlour and from their directly to the marriage ceremony. We took a rickshaw at around 9AM as we had to enter the house from Uncle's side and he had to leave for office at 10AM. We reached at 9.30AM and I could see Uncle at his front door waiting for us but in a dressing-gown. I asked him what the matter is, is he not going to office today, to which he replied that as we have to leave early in the evening, he has taken a vacation. My sis was wearing a synthetic saree with a short sleaved blouse. She was always weary of uncle as he used to always leer at her and always used to try and brush her body. I could see this as an opurtunity for some action. To enter our house we had to go via uncles's portion then we could enter the aangan and from there to the staircase leading to the first floor.

As soon as I saw Uncle face lighteneing up seeing my sis and me, I knew that soemthing is going to happen today as my mom was also not there today.

Suddenly an idea came to my mind, I looked at the sky and immedtaley asked my sis to give the keys of the staircase door so that I can run and catch some kites which were flying in the sky. She handed me the staircase keys (not the house keys) and I ran inside uncles hall and then unlocked the staricase but didn't go up, instead checked for a minute if my sis is coming after me or not. When she didn't appeared for a minute I went to the store room from where I could check out was happenning.

What I saw was uncle engaging her in some small talk, and praising her looks and the saree and the blouse and trying to touch her hand...and sometime putting his hand on her shoulder. My sister was in an awkarwd position and din't have a clue to get out from there. Uncle was standing or rather covering more than half the door connectiong his outer hall and bedroom. To get to our house she had to cross and brush past uncle. Since uncle was not budging she had no choice but to get past the door by keeping her backside to uncle. As soon as she brushed past my uncles crotch, he caught her from behind and crushed her to the door frame. He caught both her hands in his hands, stretched her hands on top of her hand and kissed her on the naked shoulder. Suddenly he reached out and grabbing the sis from just below her breasts, he pulled her in his arms and crushing her into his body, his hot mouth plunging down onto hers, his tongue trying to plunge between her soft lips. Sis was trying to jerk away her face from his onslaught but then he also cupped her buttocks and thrusted his swelling bulge in the front of his pants pressed into her softly quivering belly. Till now sis was able to ward off his probing from his mouth which in turn was frustrating him. He took both her hands from her buttockes and wanted to hold her face in place but this was a chance that my sis was looking for. She got out of her hold and ran towards the other bedroom door, into the aangan , locked the aangan door from inside and ran up the stairs.

Uncle was furiated and I could make out a huge bulge in his robe. He must have been atleast 9 inches by the look of it.

To cut a long story short, my sis was lil distrubed by the turn of events and was not herself during next 2-3 hrs. Meanwhile uncle also called up from the aangan in between asking for some cold water, but my sis insisted that I go down and give it to him.

At around 3 PM, when I was flying the kites, my sis came to the terrace and told me that she is now going go for bath and will use the aangan bathroom. She told me if possible not to go out of the house and in no case should I go out from uncle's portion. This she would have said because then the aangan door would have been left open and she didn't want that to happen for obivious reasons. She was carrying a towel and also a fresh blouse, petticoat and saree for going to the beauty parlour.

Well I was I and as soon as she went in for her bath, I waited for 15 mins, went down to uncle by opening the aangan door and told him that I am going to the park for some cricket, and if maid comes tell him that we still won't require her for 3 more days, and also mentioned that Sapna is taking her bath on the ground floor. Uncle said okay and then I got out from his portion went around to back of my house, climbed up the walls and trees to reach my terrace, came down again to the ground floor, checled whther uncle is in sight or not and immediately went in to the store room. From between the 2 doors I could see the aangan and from the window I could see into uncle's bedroom. Checking up on uncle, I came across that he is just strolling in his room, still in his bathrobe and perhaps schemimg out things. After may be 5-7 mins he entered the aangan, came to verandah and stood behind the pillar. I could see uncle standing behind the pillar and from time to time massaging his cock over the cloth. This seem to be longest time of my life. I myself was aching hard, and was actually waiting to see what would happen. The anticipation itself was such that, ki one stroke at my lund and I would have come off.

Well well well, my sis came out of bathroom into the aangan, wearing only petticoat and blouse. The saree was kept on a stool in verandah, She was using towel to dry her hairs which were kind off wet. Her petticoat was tied way below her navel perhaps just above her pubic hairs. The blouse was rally short kind of nylon material. Her back was to me and the uncle. Uncle was looking intently at her like a wolf. He tip toed towards her and then caught her from behind. My sis was zapped, but had the sense to ask him as to how he got here. Uncle told her that I am not there in the house. My sis had nowhere to turn for help now. He immediately tried to kiss her but again my sis managed to avoid him. He told her that he has been looking this for a long time and now he will have it whther she likes it or not. He also told her that her husband is away from her for so long, if she goes ahead she might like it. My sis would have none of that and tried her level best to get out of his hold. Seeing no end to smooth talk, he caught hold of her breast (size 34C) and squeezed really hard. Sis had tears coming out of her eyes now, but in her pusuit of getting out, somehow both of them got themselves inside the bathroom. Now I could not see inside but only the sound of it, apparently he didn't stop his relentless attack on her breast and I could hear my sis squeal in hysteria and pain. After about 5 mins both of them again emerged, with uncle behind her and both his hands on her breasts. Now guys if u rememebr, the aangan was divided by an iron jalli (net) with 2 sq inch square nets. He brought my sis to the jaali, facing me and told her to keep her hands on the jaali otherwise he is going to really squeeze hard. When my sis didn't copertae he really kind off tweaked her nipples over the blouse and reluctantly my sis kept her hands on the jally. He was still squeezing her breats and also kissing her naked shoulder, back and cheeks. He then hoisted her up, with one hand underneath her legs, one hand around her breats and came inside the covered portion on the way to his bedroom. My sister was jerking her legs, her head was hanging down, her taut stomach was quivering, but the face looks as if she wanted this to happen. On entering his bedroom he put her down on the carpet and sat on a chair.

"Ah, Sapna, so you are now where I wanted for a long time eh! Had to use a little push didn't I, too bad, I wish you had come to me without that, but we shall see. In time you will grow to want me so badly, you'll beg for me," he grinned, leaning over to turn off the television and as he did so exposing his naked genitals to the shocked sis's distraught gaze.

She stood silently now as the Uncle Raj leaned back in his chair and staring intently at her body proceeded to mentally strip her. She could feel his eyes boring into her body and she wanted to cringe, to run, to hide and yet she knew that she must bear it.

The Uncle Raj lay back in his chair now, his crotch completely exposed and Sapna stared at him utterly amazed.

"Tell me my dear, do my bare cock and balls frighten you?"

Sapna stood still, rigid with fear not knowing quite what to say to the older man. He was so totally different from her husband who was a studious kind, yet it looked as if she found herself drawn to him in some strange masochistic way. It was almost as if she wanted him to hurt her in some way, she couldn't quite explain it even to herself.

"So baby, you're silent eh. Well, one thing's for sure, you need it otherwise you wouldn't be here.

Sapna could hardly believe that it was the Uncle Raj talking to her, he sounded more like a hood than a man she knew and respected. "Well Sapna now that I have got you, make up your mind," the Uncle Raj said in a slow voice, the timbre sending sensations of lascivious desire through the young sis's voluptuous body. She couldn't help but be turned on by the very perversity of the situation, she was being asked to give her body and despite her repulsion she had to admit to herself that it was turning her on in some strange kind of way.

"Well Sapna... I'm waiting."

"I'll do as you say, whatever you say," the young sis said, her face blushing a little at the boldness of her decision.

"Ah, my little randi," he said, "I want to see you... naked!" He grinned salaciously.

Sapna felt herself tremble at the very lewdness of the situation. Who ever would believe it that the Uncle Raj is asking her to strip and pretty soon is going to either fuck her or order her to suck his cock. God! only knows I don't!

Slowly and seductively Sapna reached behind her and unzipped her blouse.

"Come closer baby, I don't want to miss a thing," the Uncle Raj said hungrily.

Hesitantly, but forcing herself, Sapna responded, moving within his reach. Then, she felt his hands on her leg beneath her petticoat and she steeled herself to his touch.

"Are you scared Sapna," he said in a soft and tender voice.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I-I've never done this before, only for my husband, like this."

I could see his lust-contorted face grinning up at her.

Sis pulled the blouse over her head and I could hear Uncle Raj gasp as her melon-like breasts sprang free of their confining garment. "Quick baby, get it all off," uncle whimpered, "I can't wait to see the rest."

Suddenly sis looked just a little bit turned on, she couldn't help it, the Uncle Raj was so taken with her body it flattered her ego, even though she knew she was a beautiful woman, it felt good to have someone acknowledge that fact.

"God! you're beautiful," he moaned as he reached out to touch her bare shoulders with his trembling fingers. "Come closer baby, come closer," he groaned. "You're like velvet, so smooth, so smooth."

Uncle Raj's lips wason her soft, naked shoulders now, "let me do the rest," he whispered urgently his mouth brushing urgently against her firm white breasts, nibbling tauntingly at one ruby-red nipple causing it to quiver into almost immediate hardness.

God! she looked turned on.

Sapna's breath seem to be caught in her throat as he massaged and kneaded, stroked and caressed her naked, palpitating breasts, pinching at the tiny, hard, cherry-nipples and rolling them between his fingers, causing new wild sensations to jolt excitedly through her whole body. Then, he was gently drawing her petticoat down over her tapered thighs and then her panties over her buttocks and hips from behind and she closed her eyes and raised her hand in the intoxicating delight that was enveloping her, his lips suddenly and wetly kissing each of her soft white buttocks, making her tremble, until, at last, as she stood there, her brain swirling in the erotic madness that was rapidly gaining control of her too-long. He spread her buttocks apart with his hands, and the worming hot dampness of his tongue burrowing into the cleft of her soft, quivering behind, finally licking from the bottom of the smooth white crevice to its top and following right up her back until he stood once more with his arms around her.

He had forced the long thick length of his aching cock downward as he moved in close behind her,while his hands reached around to clutch at her firm, rotund breasts, then, he pressed her forward to the bed, removing his robe, his massive rod cleaving the air before him like a great, frightening club.

Sis didn't look resisting; probably now that she'd gone this far, already sold herself to all intents and purposes, so why fight it now? And truly whatever she had thought of this man only a short time before, for some unfathomable reason it was no longer the same inside her. Just as the touch of his gentle hands had more than converted her, it had rekindled all of the want and need she had loyally, if stupidly, struggled against within her unfulfilled, hungry body. Yet, she couldn't deny the unbelievable immorality of her actions, either, not fighting his lustful attentions, but rather, accepting them with growing desire, even finding justification in the fact that at least he was a man, not a boy and the sight of his huge heavy-veined cock wouldn't let her forget that.

She found herself dropping to the bed obediently and laying back as he eased down beside her, his handsome, masculine face opposite her own and as he stretched out against her, she lay and waited for his kiss.

He kissed her, this time smashing his tongue between her tender lips, into her mouth and throat, his one huge hand traversing over her breast and down her side, across her belly, finally reaching the moist velvetness of her vibrant, sensitive vaginal split, toying momentarily in the sparse pubic hair, then, searchingly discovering her already excited, erect clitoris. He tweaked it and she gasped into his mouth. He pinched it and she repeated the gasp, then he ran his fingers down through the damp, sensitive, raw flesh to the small opening of her pussy, and while he tongue-fucked into her delicious, receptively sucking mouth, he slipped his middle finger up into the moist quivering passage.

Sapna moaned uncontrollably. "Ooooooohhhhhhh... Godd!"

How long had it been since she was last fucked? Her whole being had seemingly come alive with a seething sexual desire. His wonderful hands were setting her right off into space! Had she ever known anything to compare? Who was this man making love to her, the devil, himself? And then, his finger was slipping smoothly in and out of her rapidly dilating passage, and a wave of new exciting sensations rippled over her flesh.

Oh... ohhhhh! I'm lost, my God! she wimpered!

He was slithering down her body, rolling her gently onto her back, his was a strong, masculine body, powerful muscles of his arms, shoulders and chest ripple as he half-lifted himself and spread her thighs, then crawled slowly between them, his handsome face hovering just above her moist and excited loins.

His large flat palms of his hands pressing against the softness of her inner thighs, moving them wide apart, and her breath bubbled in her chest as she waited with mounting desire for what she hoped would happen next.

"Oooooohhhhhh!" she lurched and groaned, as his hot, moist lips closed over the puffy little mound at the base of her belly. Then, taunting kisses being lavished on the hair-lined slit of her aroused pussy, much more gently and desirable kisses, delightful, tantalizing kisses on the closed tingling lips of her now, feverish cunt, kisses that suddenly would melt her in oblivion, and his tongue gently parted the pubic hair and began to flick snakelike at the delicate, quivering opening.

Every muscle in her body seemed to react at the heavenly pleasurable licking of her still-closed vaginal lips, while uncontrollable moans of ecstasy tumbled from her lovely mouth.

Dear God, don't stop, don't stop, you wonderful lover! All of my life I've waited for this, not really knowing it, and now, you've come to fulfill me with it! Oh, please don't stop... please, please! I don't care what, or who, you are, just don't stop!

Nothing else mattered; insane electric like jolts were setting her whole body aglow with tingling needle-like prickles of carnal enchantments and then, as if her limbs were being controlled by a remote brain, her hands were moving down over her sensuously throbbing breasts, the smoothness of her stomach, and coming teasingly to rest on either side of her cunt-lips. I could hear uncle's breathing from where they lay. Slowly, deliberately, she spread the fleshy, hair sprinkled flanges of her feminine aperture open to him with delicate fingers, her hands grazing the cheeks of his face as he lowered to her and drew his hot, moist tongue up through the sensitive, exposed pink flesh of her flowered cunt.

Again, Sapna gasped, moaned and twitched beneath him. He must have sensed the movements of her beautiful head, tossing back and forth as his spearing tongue shot out once more, its smooth flicking tip circling her quivering, rigid clitoris. He sucked, drawing the warm soft folds of her inner labia deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, while his tongue continued its moral-shattering licking against the tiny nerve plexus between her magnificent legs.

Sis groaned throatily, sounds that were originally deep in her chest, while the hot probing tip of his tongue worked its way up and down the delectable length of her narrow damp slit, starting at the lower belly and slithering its way down, down over the elastic like rimmed opening of her now gently clasping pussy, and into the crevice of her involuntarily flexing buttocks. His hands move down to the backs of her knees that were splayed out obscenely wide on either side of him, then raise and press them up over her body so that the kneecaps touched her desire wracked breasts, exposing the whole flat plane of her magnificently displayed loins to his eager mouth.

"Oh, beautiful, beautiful!" she whimpered at the lewd depravity he was subjecting her to, and at her own over-powering animalism as he flicked his tongue into the tight little puckered hole of her ass, reveling in the erotic sensations it brought her. Truly, dear God... truly, he had aroused all of the latent wanton bitch within her, she had ever possessed! If there had been any shame or humiliation before, it had long since been overcome with the licentious excitement flooding through her whole being! She was in heaven, or was it hell? So? So?...? She never wanted him to stop! Never, never!

Uncle Raj could hardly believe it! Sapna had gone to pieces, moaning and writhing beneath his slaving tongue in uncontrollable ecstasy. Christ, she tasted like some delicious nectar of the Gods, themselves. In his most warped and sensual dreams, he could never have imagined anything, or anyone, so delectable. It was fantastic! And the way she was giving herself to him, without the least struggle... Shit! She was like some goddamned nympho who'd suddenly been relieved of a chastity belt! She was out of her mind in sexual lust, and she was driving him even further out of his! Hell, there was no question, she was his own private piece from now on, forever, maybe! Christ! his cock ached like someone had been beating on it with a hammer, he thought, as he ground it into the cushions feeling her soft, damp pubic hair and wet cunt lips brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, a tremendous feeling of power sweeping over him.

He'd never had any doubts but that he was going to fuck her... subject her to any and every indecency he could think of to help satisfy himself but now she was blowing his mind with her response to his lovemaking, totally blowing his mind.

He brought her legs back down and listened to her helpless moans as he increased the lapping of his tongue, slashing it up and down through her seething vaginal slit.

Hell, she was already too far gone to resist anything he decided to do to her now, and as he licked and sucked at her quivering loins as I began to visualize obscene, erotic things he could perform at will with, and to, her receptive captured body.

Uncle now rammed his tongue up into the soft-rimmed flesh and listened for her groan of delight; then, she was pressing his mouth directly over the tight little hole in her squirming crotch. He responded, ovaling his lips and pressing tight to her passage-mouth; he began to suck, alternating with deep tongue thrusts that raised choking throaty moans from the depths of her chest. I could see sleek flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of her cunt opened and closed spasmodically in a rhythmic sucking cadence, trying to pull the invading lingual organ deeper and deeper into it...

Sapna whimpered and moaned beneath the unbelievable enchantment of his voracious sucking and licking of her loins. She has her complete loss of body and mind control. Suddenly, he was drawing her clitoris up to its full, erect state, using lips and teeth and a liquid tongue. Her sexual genitals were a whirling pool of rapture. And then, he was moving up over her, his tongue trail upward along her belly into her navel, again slithering upward, leaving a hot wet path as he crawled over her breast, and then the right, sucking and bringing salacious gasps of additional pleasure from her. He kissed her while simultaneously, he forced her smooth, white thighs wider and wider apart.

She clung tightly to him, kissing and sucking at the tongue that had brought her so much delight, perhaps tasting her own cuntal nectar there and gasping with the forbidden delectation and the lewd, animal-thought of it. Abruptly, she might have felt the brushing of his long, rigid prick against her thighs, its contact with her hot flesh like a searing rod, and she hungrily reached down to grasp the throbbing shaft, blotting all else from her sex-famished brain.

Uncle now was raised up above her to allow her access and she clutched its heavy, solid thickness, her breathing quickening momentarily, at the feel of the hot massive spear she encircled with both hands, her long slim fingers barely going around it.

"M-My God!" Sapna gasped. "It's, it's tremendous! It'll never fit.! I-I'm not big enough! That thing is a foot long; there's no way any woman could ever stretch to take something that big. I don't think I can do this!"

He bent down and kissed her once more, then he put the bulbous head, blood-inflated moving up and down, parting the soft blonde pubic hair between the palpitating lips of her cunt, and then all of a sudden, the small mouth of her tingling pussy pressed open. The tight elastic entrance offered near-virginal resistance; sis was holding her breath as the tip pressed into her, choking suddenly with the pain from the hard, cruel pressure.

"Aaaaaagggggghhhhh!" she grunted, automatically resisting as the harsh torment increased.

Uncle's face gleamed like some wave of sadistic pleasure wash through him at her soulful protest; he was unable to conceal the evil grin that immediately twisted his handsome mouth, and he shoved further, causing her to emit another long, low groan from deep in her throat.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Oh, oh God, please... it hurts! It hurts!"

He continued to grin, as his huge cock burrowed into her tiny cuntal passage, her agonized pleas sending him wild, algolagnic sensations racing through him.

"Oooooohhhh," she whimpered pitifully, as the huge blunt knob pressured harder and harder against the tight, rubbery opening between her widespread thighs, and then with a little rush the tip slipped inside, just beyond its coronal rim, and Sapna couldn't hold back her little choking scream.

My God, my mind reeled, her thighs were splitting apart from the continual expanding of the small moist hole in her crotch. He was much too big! Beyond human belief! It was going to split her wide open!

Uncle Raj, could hardly contain the excitement her whimpering screams were bringing him at the slow, relentless penetration of her cunt, and again and again he flexed his hips to sink an inch at a time into her, until at last, he couldn't stand it any longer. He rammed forward unmercifully, dropping his heavy weight onto her, smashing her full, firm breasts beneath his powerful chest as he thrust his hips at the same time and his long, thick cock plunged into her moist, frightened cunt with the brutal force of a battering-ram, spiraling the soft, tender walls of her warm vaginal flesh in rippling torrents before it. There was no holding back now and with a loud grunt his sperm-bloated balls smack loudly into her upturned crevice between the cheeks of her tightly clenched ass.

"Oooooooh! My God! Me dear loving God! You've ripped me! You've split me wide open! Ooooh God stop!" Sapna wailed, screwing her buttocks down into the cushion in a futile attempt to escape the excruciating impalement of her cunt. Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed in the air helplessly on either side of his great muscular body, kicking and jerking as he pinned her securely to the davenport beneath.

Sapna continued to groan beneath the massive Uncle Raj as his tremendous throbbing prick sunk to the very depths of her belly. She would have never felt so full in her life, so complete as she was this moment, impaled beneath the Uncle Raj's enormous 11-inch cock. She was skewered to the couch, she was his slave now and he could use her as he wished, however he wished, she didn't care.

Uncle looked as if he could hardly believe his luck. He knew that she was his now and that he could do with her whatever he wished.

Uncle looked ecstatic, he had Sapna totally helpless beneath his body, his powerful throbbing rod of flesh was plunged between her obscenely split legs and she was mewling and bucking like a randi. He knew that she was digging it though, despite her pleas for him to stop, he could tell by the way she was writhing beneath him that she wanted as much of his 11-inch prick as she could get inside her hungry cunt.

"I can't stand it..." she mewled, "please Uncle no more, no more, I can't... I can't..." she begged. Then he raised his heavy weight off her, his hands pressing her shoulders tightly to the pillows, his widespread knees forcing her thighs wider apart, until the blood-engorged head slipped further into her pressing hard against her cervix, and then, slowly, he began to rub in and out of her, picking up speed as he worked, at last buffeting her whole body back and forth like a rag-doll beneath him while he fucked furiously into her.

His fingers began to trace a pattern on her face now, over her sensitive mouth feeling her lips drawn back over her teeth. He continued to caress her neck as his rampaging cock battered against her tender womb, and her blonde hair cascading wildly over the cushions. God! my sis looked beautiful at that moment!

I could see the tight lips of her cunt stretched to the near ripping point, the elasticized inner pink rim clasping tightly around the white-skinned base of his cock like a hungry sucking mouth.

He held her like this for a moment, savoring the sensuous, imagined scene of her rare beauty impaled helplessly and defenselessly beneath him, his huge cock entombed deeply in her white little quivering belly. Christ, the feel of her there, hopelessly subjected to his any and every lurid whim made his cock throb and ache, and his heavy balls churn with the pressure that was building inside them. Damn her, he was going to give her a fuck she'd remember as long as he lived!

Sapna lay frozen beneath him, helpless! She'd might have concluded there was absolutely no mercy in the man, that to beg further was utterly useless. He was nothing short of a sadist. Dear God, how could she have been so erotically swayed in the beginning...? He'd become a lust-filled brute, and there was nothing she could do but lay there under him and degradingly let him ravish her until he'd emptied all of his lewd sperm into her cringing vaginal passage. Oh God... Oh God, what had ever come over her that she had willingly given into this, without even so much as a struggle? She must have lost her wits entirely. Oh, how lewd and debasing it all seemed now, with the pain that filled her loins, instead of the bliss of such a short time ago. She'd been hypnotized by the carnal enchantment, had completely lost all sense of morality, or reality, and now, was paying.

The vicious hot pain of his cruel entry still tore fiercely at her insides; yet, his massive cudgel was presently moving in and out of her at a reasonable, not unbearable tempo, if only he didn't increase it, or change it in a sudden burst of lust. She flexed her cuntal muscles tightly together in an automatic attempt at resistance and was immediately sorry, for the sensual throb of her internal sinews seemed to incite him more, and abruptly, his great prick was reaming its way deeper and deeper into her unwanting vaginal passage. The hard rubbery tip pummeled her cervix, and helplessly, she clenched her teeth and endured it.

It fucked in and out of her in an established rhythm. The pain seem to be lessening slowly, while her cuntal walls stretched desperately in their attempt to receive it, and I am sure she could actually feel the tickling hairs of his hairy balls as they slapped solidly into the crevice of her widespread ass when he surged into her, and subconsciously she began to run her tongue around her feverish lips. The tingling seemed to return then. The Uncle Raj's great cock skewering wetly into her upturned loins.

Spontaneously, it seemed, her body began to twitch and writhe of its own volition beneath him, and an incessant sound that hummed up into the moistness of his mouth as suddenly he kissed her, and once again she was thrusting her tongue deep into the sucking warm cavern of his face. She drew back her legs slightly, her buttocks moving voluntarily against the slippery softness of the cushions beneath, and her cunt contracted as the delightfully lewd and lascivious inner sensations increased with his every stroke.

Her smooth clasping cunt-flesh had begun a seizured opening and closing performance around the pulsating member. Her pleasurable mewling and purring sounds were suddenly filling the room, and her head lolled from side to side on the cushion beneath his cock sunk deep in her soft, white belly.

Sis was a mass of exquisite moisture between her thighs, and he was undulating and rotating her hips around his fleshy, impaling cock, plucking her cunt dilating and sucking in tempo to his rhythmic throbs. He had suddenly made himself immobile once more, resting still above her with hands placed on either side of her shoulders, and he was letting her quivering body pump up and down at will on the rigid column of hot moist flesh that fused them together.

Then Uncle Raj moved a hand down between them to feel her moist, grasping cunt sliding up and down his thick shaft, feeling the thin pink ridges of coral-hued flash pulling out and clinging to it as she screwed her soft buttocks down into the cushion, then the salacious pussy mouth between her legs absorbing the delicate folds back into her as it swallowed the slippery glistening length of his prick on the slow tantalizing upstroke. He let her work and strain against him a while longer as he continued to run his fingertips over her, listening to her whimpers of uncontrolled delight while she labored with utter abandon, her sweat-filmed face contorted in a half-smile of sheer ecstasy.

Fuck, she was all gone now, completely lost. I could sense the secretions of her sucking cuntal channel beginning to flow and heard the wet, sluicing noises of the in and out sawing movements as she skewered her hungry vaginal passage greedily up his cock, drawing it deep inside her, her back raised high off the couch to arch her crotch tight up against him.

It was then that he reached back, grasping her ankles and levering them brutally up over her shoulders, causing her to cry out as he forced her into a painfully contorted ball of helpless flesh beneath him. He held her there securely, making the widespread slit between her legs completely open and vulnerable to his lust-filled cock.

Half mad, now, with desire, Uncle pulled his deeply buried shaft from her until only its tip penetrated the flushed, swollen lips, then, he plunged forward with every ounce of strength in him, ramming the full, aching length of it cruelly into her helplessly exposed pussy.

"Uuuuuunnnn, Nnnggggghhhhhh!" sis groaned as it raced into her, and I could hear the wet smack of his pelvis battering against her tender unprotected genitals. His heavy body dropped down upon her brutally, crushing her full, taut breasts beneath her knees into her chest. His thick cock rampaged into her receptive cunt like a jack-hammer pushing the unresisting moist folds of flesh again and again in rippling waves before its smooth, rubbery head.

UNcle now began long, hard strokes into her seething vaginal channel, and the quivering lubricated walls clasped around the fleshy hot rod hungrily, slithering up moistly to devour its length to the hilt. His sperm-bloated balls slapped into the dampness between her buttocks with a vengeance. She groaned loudly in relief at the complete filling of her stretched passage as he began a more powerful deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her head rolled wildly from side to side, her mouth gasping in abandoned ecstasy to the unbelievable delight lifting her into the very heavens above...

Suddenly, it looked as if Sapna realized that this was it! This was it! His cock, ever-expanding, gouging into her like a huge driving piston, was making the cords in her neck tighten in an unmistakable sign of exploding pleasure. It seemed that an agonizing sweet buildup was inside her!

"Oh... oooooohhhhh, God... Oh God! I-I am! I'm going to cum now! Oh Shit, I'm going to cummmmm! Yes, yes... dear Raj, yes fuck me hard. Fuck me, fuck me harder... I'm cummminggg! Raj! I'm cummmmiiinnngggg!" Sapna pleaded in a voice shrill with passion, her hands clawing out and behind his driving buttocks, pulling him in a near-demented frenzy deeper and deeper between her widespread legs.

Her delicious cunt-walls opened into a myriad of tiny wells, emitting a warm flood of gushing, honey-like secretions to bathe his insanely plunging cock, as might a hand filled with heated Vaseline. He rammed harder, faster, grunting loudly as he burrowed deep, deep into the hot liquid depths of her seething, spewing cunt, and the white honey seeped wetly out around his still battering prick, flowing down the crevice of her ass and coating his balls as they whacked rhythmically against her throbbing ass.

"Oh, oh... oh, Raj!" Sis chanted, twisting and writhing delightfully beneath him, spurring him on to force her tortured legs farther and farther back over her head and fucking into her like a blind mad-man. The thick flow of her white nectar gushing in never ending little rivers down the full quivering cheeks of her pumping ass.

Then, Uncle jerked, tense and curse, followed by the hot jets of his semen shooting deep up into the sanctuary of her receptive womb. Again, her head reeled, this time with depraved sensuality, as the hot, powerful squirts of his sperm splattered wildly into her, filling her almost to a delicious bursting point with its sticky whiteness while the hot moist walls of her pussy clasped and unclasped desperately, milking at the jerking organ like a sucking, starving mouth...

All that could be heard now in the room was the ragged sound of their panting breath, sis body trembling and she looked like all the life drain out of it as the ecstasy of the moment began to creep away and the reality of the situation began to take hold.

The Uncle Raj looked at her now, this young sis of mine who had given him so much more than any other woman had ever given him. "You're the greatest Sapna, the greatest," he whispered tenderly to her, allowing a part of himself that he kept hidden to emerge suddenly.

Sis looked at the older man and knew that she had touched him very deeply. God! her body felt like mush, she could hardly move, let alone stand up.

"Here baby, a little something for you. He took out 5000 rupees from his wallet and told her to keep her mouth shut and come again, there's more where that came from," he said gruffly.

Surprisingly Sapna took the money. She rolled it up and as she was pulling back her blouse and she stuffed it into the inside of her bra. What's done is done.

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