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"But, Mr. Sameer ...," I tried to feign my non-consent. Realizing that I too wanted it and was frightened, he came close and held my hand that was fondling the vagina. He placed it on his prick. My hand could not go around it.
He held me by my shoulder and lifted me up. My hand was still holding his monster. He released my other hand of the skirt and took it down. It was only then that the fingers of both hands met around his thick penis.
"Mr. Sameer, you have a very big penis. It will tear any cunt apart." I was now afraid that things were going too far. "What if someone comes looking for us?"
"Don't worry, I have locked the door" he assured me. I understood his erupting passion, which had been bottled up for these long months of abstinence; coupled with his attraction towards greener pastures of fucking his friends wife and the romantic atmosphere of his room -- his bedroom, where he shared moments of passion with his wife. This concoction of lust was too much for either of us.
He pulled me to him and kissed me roughly on my lips. I closed my eyes as I feltl his thick tongue entering my mouth searching for my tongue and I allowed him to savour his treasure. He sucked it in his mouth and played with it. It was a first time experience for me and I enjoyed it. I melted in his arms. What were friends for? A friend in need is a friend indeed! I justified to myself.
My dresst had dropped back covering my knees, but my panties with the sanitary pad dangled at my feet. I felt him release my tongue, bend down and lift me up. I felt very secure in his arms. "Don't ever mention this to Ravi, please. He will be devastated," I pleaded with him. He took me near the bed and put me down near the full length mirror.
"This will be our secret," He assured. My shoulder length hair were sprawled hither thither over my face and I could see me in the mirror with Sameer close behind me. His hands were circling around me, sliding over my shirt to my boobs. I gasped as his hands squashed them in unison. His baton-like penis, literally drilling into my lower back.
The erotic sensation was heightened with a mixture of emotions -- - for the first time, fright of getting caught with a crowd around and mostly thinking about how this monster would be ravaging my pussy, when it had been used to being regularly drilled by a 6 inch long of Manoj (my servant) and a small size prick of Ravi.
Here I was being crumpled in the arms of my husbands' boss, with my husband and his friends just a shout away.
By now he had lifted my shirt and was holding on to my boobs squeezing the plumpy base and twirling the nipple with his fingers.
"Wow!! Your breasts have been specially sculpted by the creator. Komal has very big ones but nothing like yours'. You have the gift of the finest nipples. I have never seen anything like this. Ravi must be really feasting on them." He praised.
Ravi's name brought me down to earth. I turned around and faced him. My bra encased breasts mashed onto his chest. As he turned his attention to my lips, his hand had gone behind me to my bra clasp. In no time I could feel my pushed up breasts, suddenly become free of the cups. My bra was hanging only from my shoulder straps. I looked into his eyes. They were filled with a passion and lust. His hands went up further on my back and he slid the straps towards the sleeve of the blouse.
I helped him to wriggle the straps down my hand and was free of the bra. As I looked down my shirt front, which was still intact, I could see my stiff nipples pointing to Sameer. I blushed at my realization that I was braless in front of another man, rather than my husband. My hand was still holding my sexy bra in my hand when I felt his hand slide along mine and take away the bra.
"I am going to keep this as a souvenir," he said triumphantly, putting them round his shoulders like a tiny shawl.
"What do you mean 'visible?" Sameer asked. I blushed not knowing how & what to reply. He put his fingers below my chin and lifted my face up to look into his eyes. He then brought down to my now free breast and held it towards the tip and squeezed the nipple.
"Ouch..." was my reaction, as I pressed myself to him.
"You mean that these kohinoor Diamonds (referring to the Indian Diamond in the Tower of London)" playing with my nipples over the shirt. "I think you need to let them loose. Even if Ravi sees them, tell him you had come from home like this. I am going to keep this as my trophy."
"What if Komal finds it?" I asked.
"I'll make her wear it!" he said point blank.
I was scared that somebody may miss us, but then I realized that our absence was just for about 15 minutes -- from the toilet to the mirror to me being bared of my brassiere.
I could feel the roughness of his tongue on my sensitive nipple and I moaned my approval. My hands had gone to his hair and they pressed his mouth further into the breast. My legs had a mind of their own and were twisting and tossing with Sameer's baton sliding against my vaginal opening, which was now as oiled as a well greased machine.
As I felt his big smooth velvety prick head touching my pussy gate, I was now scared thinking about his prick tearing my pussy. I reached down and tried to slide my fingers over the monster. I could feel it throbbing in my tiny hands. The heat was immense. I held it at the mouth acknowledging my urgency to be invaded. Though I was in two minds, I wanted to experience this monster in me.
Sameer now shifted his attention t downward. He slipped his hand and let it slide on my vagina. I pushed my love hole upwards as I felt his finger tracing the thick outer lips. I was now on super heat. I had reached a point of no return. . . and literally I would have cared a hoot if we were caught. My passion had over-ruled all sense of etiquettes & limits.
Sameer now went on his knees near the bed and I felt hot breath on my lower lips. Ravi was not a cunnilingus lover. I had always wanted to be kissed down there. I had heard a lot about this in our college girl talk.
His lips kissed me down there and I got a sudden shock as I had a fantastic orgasm. His tongue fanned the flames of passion that had erupted down there. I screamed out loudly and realized too late that we could have been heard outside. I bit my lips as his tongue fucked me -- in& out, in & out. I was desperately wanting him to go deeper and curved my back pushing myself into his face. I was disappointed as Sameer disengaged and suddenly got up. I could se his prick which had grown to a larger proportion.. He held it and bent down for the final assault.
The question now was would it or would it not? I felt the head touching my small opening, as compared to his width, but it could not enter inside even after he pushed it. Though the mouth was slippery with all my juices, it could still not enter inside.
"Mr. Sameer, it won't go in. Please be careful. It may tear my pussy." I implored to him. "Don't worry, Komal too faced the same problem on our wedding night. But now she does not want anything lesser." He reminiscence'd his first night with Komal.
He now used his hands to spread my thigh further and coaxed to hold them there. I was like the proverbial open book with my thighs spread out as much as possible. He then used his fingers to spread my pussy lips outward and at the same time pushed his penis head into me. I got a searing pain.
"Please, please Mr. Sameer. It's paining" I cried out. "Please stop."
"Just bear a little sweetheart. Remember your wedding night. Think that you are again losing your virginity to a new cock."
By now he had managed to push his bulbous penis head into me. I almost chocked as he doggied into me by short, fast jabs rather than just pushing. I tried to feel it with my hands but he held both of them and pinned them to my sides.
"Oooouccchhh...." the pain was increasing. "Sameer Please put it in slowly. It's paining. You are too big for me.. ooooohhhh my God. My vagina will tear apart Sameer. Pleeeeeaasssse."
I tossed my head in pain as he slowly sunk his monopod into me. I was literally being spread wide by his cock and then with a sudden jab, he was wholly into me. I released my hands and embraced him and held him tight. I did want him to move. The pain was excruciating.
"Maama, it's paining. Please stop Sameer." He understood this and just lay calmly in my arms connected to me with his penis.
I felt like a huge tree bark had been stuffed into me. I was suffocating with his huge size. He had over filled my cunt like never before. After lying like this for some time, he started to move out. I felt like a cycle pump being pulled out to pressurize air to fill a tube. He pulled out slowly a little and sunk back again. He did this for about 3-4 times and then he almost pulled out to sink back again. I was lifted off the bed as he pummeled into me. I held his arms as he entered and exited me.
As I held him by his arms, I slowly lifted my head to see the action. I could his rod foraging into me poor pussy. As he pulled out, I could make out my pussy lips being sucked out along with the penis as it was tight fit. My pussy lips looked like a flower in bud form enveloped around his thick prick. His prick ws coated with our juices and was shining like a sharp sword in the dim bedroom light. I relaxed as a wave of pleasure swept through me.
I must have come a zillion times as his every jab was sending a million volt shock into me. Every stroke into me brought out a moan of satisfaction. I felt him increasing his pace of pumping and then suddenly he pushed into me and I felt his jism being ejaculated into my womb.
For a second I was scared that I may get pregnant; then remembered that I was about to get my periods within a day, so there was no danger of being impregnated. I started to push hump him, as he pushed his semi limp prick into me. He was still ejaculating and pumping into me and I thought that he would not stop.
It was his 3 months of pent up feelings that had got him to be so aggressive. He then slid out of me making a ploppy & slurpy sound. My now violated love hoe felt totally expanded. I reached down to feel his slimy member, which was coated with our joint juices.
"Thank you Shreya. I really needed this." He said. "I hope I did not do this against your wishes.
"No, I must thank you Sameer," realizing that I had called him Sameer and not Mr. Sameer or Boss. " Komal is indeed very lucky to be gifted with this monster."
"Shreya, you are also most welcome to share it anytime you wish." Sameer said.
I blushed not knowing whether to accept or reject his invitation. But what he said next, made my mind whirl.
"I am sure Ravi too would like to taste the forbidden fruit. Komal too would want to be part of this enjoyment." He said. "In fact she was having these fantasies of being raped by another man, and that too in my presence. These fantasies used to spice up our sex life, till we decided to have a baby."
I felt his sperm rushing out of my widened cunt and slipping on the bed sheet. It had created a sticky puddle. I was very sore between my legs. I could still not believe that I had been screwed by my husband's boss and that too with a huge prick such as his.
I was covered with sweat and my shirt had become slightly wet. I tried to sit up, but I still had a feeling of his huge pole in me. I touched myself down there to see that my hole was in order. Sameer came back with a towel and started to wipe me clean. He then lifted me slowly and made me stand up.
My skirt fell back covering my legs and the recently invaded pussy. My shirt was still bunched up and remained so as my boobs did not allow it to fall back in place. My tits were rock hard topped with my dark long nipples. Sameer told me not to take it down. I was surprised as to what he wanted to do. He held me by my hand and started to lead me towards the dark terrace with my bust open to the nature.
"Sameer, what are you doing?" I said with surprise. He shushed me into silence as we walked towards the edge of the terrace. I could see that the entire group was having great fun down there and sighed that no one must have come up to find us. I felt Sameer sliding up behind me and holding my boobies with both his hands from behind, twisting the nipples between his fingers.
This fingering got me to have another orgasm and I felt my juices flowing down my thigh mixed with Sameer's sperms. The cold air caressing my breasts; being fondled by a male other than my husband and that too with my husband being close by and now with both us making love where we could see the guests and yet being secretive about it, was pushing me over the border of orgasms.
I was surprised to feel a familiar poke from the rear and knew that Sameer was having another hard-on. I was surprised as Ravi never could get it up after one bout.
"I was telling you about me and Komal! Yes, we have screwed here many times, even when had you and Ravi for a party down there many times". He confessed."And to tell you the truth, I have always fantasized fucking you, when I was in Komal. And by the way, she knew it, as we always shared each others' fantasies."
I was shocked. So he had planned to fuck me, and was telling me now. This gave me another urge. I let him play with my boobs stuck to my back. I lowered my hands to his stiffening penis and held him and started giving him a shake. With the other hand, I lifted my skirt at the back and guided his prick to my opening. He got the message. He left my boobs and pressed my back signaling me to bend. I did so and held on to the railings. If any of the guests or Ravi had turned up, they may have seen us fused together.
Now that my hole was dilated, he stuffed his enlargement into me from the back. It slid in, though a little tight. I stood like that for some time. He then started to fuck me like a maniac as I moaned my pleasure at being violated in this manner. I was enjoying every minute of it. I felt the familiar urge and felt Sameer holding me tighter as we both came together. I straightened and turned to kiss Sameer.
He had not slipped out and he turned me and walked me back to the room pushing erotically with his prick. He took me to the mirror and as I held my hands forward, pushed into me. I was surprised at his stamina to be erect, but now was not the time to go into the details. I could see my boobs shaking like jelly after every thrust and could now see the marks left by Sameer on them.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled out with a plop sound and said that he should go down and heat the food in the microwave. This would justify the time lapse.
He bent down, lifted his shorts and separated my lacy panty. He then kept both my bra & panty in his hands and smelt them..... He then went to his cupboard and kept them inside. "These are my souvenirs."
He then came near me, held me in his arms and said "Thank you."
I shocked myself when I said "We must do this more often."
He turned and smiled. "You bet; I would love to. Komal still has a month to go before she returns. I will plan out something."
I pleaded with him to give me my panty as I could have my period any time. He went to the cupboard and returned with a new panty belonging to Komal and told me to wear it since both these panties shared his prick. I felt it very erotic to wear his wife's panty in his presence. He then told me to take my time to freshen up as my hair was all disheveled.
He left to go down. I went to the bathroom and removed my shirt and skirt. I was now stark naked in Sameer's bathroom. I used the hand shower to point the jet of cold water on my over heated cunt. I washed with the liquid soap and lathered my cunt and washed it clean.
After wearing my shirt over my open breasts and wearing Komal's panty to hold my sanitary pad, I straightened my hair and went towards the door to go down. Just then I heard voices.
"Mr. Sameer, you are still in the kitchen? Where is Shreya?" It was Kusum, Ravi's colleagues wife who had come to use the toilet.She too had nice assets. Today she was wearing a pink saree which highlighted her figure.
"Oh, she has gone to the toilet to freshen up. The top one, I think. You may use the one here." I sighed with relief that she had not come a little earlier. We could have been caught in action.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "No problem. I will wait for her."
"Could you do me a favour, Kusum?" Sameer asked. "Could you ask the boys to hang on for a little while. I have to set the table and Shreya has promised to help me. The spirits & sodas are stocked down in the ice buckets. You may have to take a snacks tray down. Will you please?"
Kusum was delighted to be of service. She assured that she would keep the boys down till we called. I was apprehensive what he had in mind as a sly smile played on his lips.
As soon as Kusum left, he went to the door to see that she had actually left. He hurried back as I retreated to the kitchen. He came from the back and took me in his embrace cupping both my boobs and pulling me into him. I was shocked that even after such a long bout of sex, just a few minutes back, his prick was like a sharpened spear, poking into my buttocks.
"Sameer, what are you up to? Anyone may come," I implored to him to stop. But he was in no mood to stop. He dry humped me over my skirt. He turned me and kissed me full on the lips. I opened my mouth to let his prying tongue enter my mouth. He pulled my tongue into his and held it between his lips and started to suck it in and out.
It felt like I was the male counterpart, fucking Sameer with my tongue. I carried to do so with gusto.
I reached down to hold his penis from outside. Meanwhile, he put his hands behind my buttocks and lifted me onto the dinner table - the very table where we were to have our dinner. He laid my buttocks on the edge and his hand went under the skirt to pull down my panty, with the sanitary pad. This was the second time this evening that my panty was brought down like a flag of a surrendering country, before it is invaded. The cold air on my cunt came as a shock.
I was scared that someone may come but it was too late. Sameer spread my thighs and pulled out his monster from above his loose shorts and headed straight for my pussy. Before I knew it he had managed to get the head of his prick in me.
I opened my mouth to express my pleasurable discomfort at this intrusion and there we were, - fused to one another with my husband and a whole group of friends just a few yards away.
What he did next was just an earlier fantasy come true. When he was sure of being fully embedded in me, he put my legs behind him and asked me to pull him into me. He then lifted me off the table and carried me to the kitchen. There he put his hands for support on the kitchen platform at a slight angle and then started to fuck me with me hanging onto him with my arms around his shoulders, my legs around his waist and fucked in the cunt.
This was a very novel thing for me and I pressed my tits into his chest. I felt him swinging and his prick going into me and then sliding out. This time it was me who came very hard and very soon. I pressed his prick between my cunt lips and he moaned his approval. We must have swung into each other for about 10 minutes when we heard someone coming up to the house.
We disengaged hurriedly against our wishes as I felt my juices slide down my thighs. Sameer slide his prick into his shorts as I pulled up my panty up. I turned and immediately opened the fridge door to pick up a bottle of water. Just a few seconds later Ravi walked in to see us at either ends of the kitchen.
"All set, Boss?" he enquired. "Any help, Shreya?"
"Are the guys enjoying themselves down there?" Sameer asked.
"Yes Boss; I think they needed this break. We were missing you."
"Ravi, I think we can call the guys to have their meal." Sameer changed the topic. "Come on help us set the dishes."
He passed on the set of plates and dishes to Ravi and they went to the dining room. I heard Ravi say that he will put the table cloth properly before setting the dishes. I froze as we had forgotten to straighten the table cloth after our mating on it.
They then got to setting the table as they exchanged small talk. The dinner was set and we called out to all the boys and their wives. The dinner was great and after about an hour, we started to leave.
Ravi and me were the last to leave as we helped Sameer to wash and keep the utensils back.
"Ravi, you know about our work tender opening in Kota, Rajasthan?" Sameer asked.
"Yes boss" Ravi replied. "In fact I was to talk to you about tomorrow. What do you suggest?" Ravi replied.
"You know how important it is that we get this tender. Do you think you will be able to handle it? I didn't want to say it, but if you had to be there with the Team, I am sure that we shall be awarded the tender".
"That would be great." Ravi was enthusiastic. "I will leave with the Team tomorrow itself. It's just a question of a week. I am sure Shreya won't mind."
I guessed what Sameer had in mind and was amazed at the way he worked out what he wanted, while keeping everyone happy. I made a face of dejection towards Ravi and asked "What am I to do here alone?"
"Come on Shreya. It's just a question of 5-6 days." Ravi tried to sweet-talk me.
"Well! If you don't mind, Ravi. I could always join her for a dinner or two?" Sameer interjected.
"But......" I was shocked to hear this and was scared that Ravi would suspect something between us. But before I could say something Ravi said -
"That would be great. I will have no tension of Shreya being safe all alone. In fact since Komal Bhabi (sister-in-law) is not here, why don't you have your meals at our place? Either ways Shreya always cooked for two," Ravi justified.
"We could take a call on that. Whether it's at your place or she can always have meals at my place," Sameer volunteered.
"Then it is settled. I can now leave with a peaceful mind and concentrate on the tender." Ravi exclaimed.
Talking about 'tender', my pussy hole was ravaged so much that I was feeling very tender between my thighs. Our over-the counter bout a few minutes ago and the sudden separation had left me yearning for more ramming. This talk of Ravi leaving town and me being alone with Sameer gave me a kick. I knew that the next few days being alone in this house or at my place would be rounds of sound fucking.
After dinner, Ravi & me left, but not before Sameer slyly gave me a squeeze on my buttock with Ravi just by my side.
When we reached home, I headed for the bathroom to clean any trace of Sameer on and in me. My thigh had become a battlefield of liquids and I needed a wash.
I removed all clothes and removing Komal's panty, I pointed the jet of cold shower towards my ravaged pussy. The cold jet of water gave me goose pimple. I could feel my vagina lips trying to contract t their normal size. It gave me a huge relief. I then had a warm shower and came out with a towel wrapped round my breasts having made sure that no marks of Sameer's tryst with my boobs was seen
After both of us changed into out night suits I helped him to pack for his flight the next day. He would be going directly to the airport with the Team from his office.
We held each other and slept, as both of were tired -- me from by bout and Ravi after guzzling a heap of spirits.
My dream that night was filled with fantasies which would be a reality till Ravi returned.
Shreyas' over night bus ride with her Servant Manoj and servant-memsaab swap in the middle of the night.
It was a chilly night in the North Indian plains and Shreya was taking a bus ride aong her servant and lover Manoj to her mother's town. It was winter and cold and we were in simple seater bus (2 seats) with a blanket wrapped to keep us warm. Manoj's hands pawed at my ample chest under the blanket and his hard dick poked against my butt even through his pants. All the passengers around us were asleep and th mmere was luggage in many seats so he was getting extra fresh and I wondered if he might take out his dick again.
I had already been discreetly fucked sitting on top of him in the bus. It was crazy the kinds of risks this man made me willingly take. And yet I went along. This was now my second such trip with him. And if last time a dozen years ago was any indication, the night was far from over.
His hand slipped down to my pussy. That's when the bus lurched to a stop. The door opened and two people got on. A beautiful woman in her 30s walked in first. She was dressed in a fashionable salwar kameez that looked wrinkled.
She had a very curvy figure and an innocent pretty face. She had a nose ring in her septum and mehendi and light jewellery like a new bride. Both of us stared at her a little as she walked to an empty seat next to two old women in the middle of the bus.
"I'd do her." Manoj whispered to me. Who wouldn't you do, Manoj started to squeeze my tits hard like he always did when horny.
He squeezed my boobs like they were his property hanging on my chest, not the way my husband lovingly caressed them. And in that, oddly, lay his sexual appeal for me. How he treated my body like his property.
To the world, I was a respectable housewife and mother of two in my thirties. To Manoj, I was his sexual plaything.
But he was right that she was a strikingly beautiful woman.
Behind her was a lithe older Nepali man carrying bags who said something to her and then walked to an empty seat just next to us. He put the bags in the aisle. Probably her servant. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep but I could see that he stared at us a bit, wondering why a memsaab looking lady was in the embrace of a young scruffy laborer guy. He stared at us openly.
Manoj seemed to notice this attention and seemed to poke harder at my butt. He did always enjoy an audience. He had already flashed me to a couple of men on the bus discreetly. He liked showing me off. And I liked being shown off by him.
As the lights were turned off and the bus got moving, I could almost tell what was about to happen, with an audience member awake and aware. Nothing turned Manoj on like an audience of men. Sure enough, I felt Manoj pull the blanket off me to reveal my half exposed tits to the new arrival. The street lights showed my erect pink nipples to the guy. Who moaned a soft approval.
Manoj then slid my long skirt all the way up, exposing my legs to the old man. And revealing that I was not wearing any panties. My legs rubbed against each other in arousal and my pussy fell warmer.
An orgasm was approaching fast as I locked eyes with the nameless Nepali stranger. Manoj was giving it to me in quiet but deep strokes and playing with my clit.
The other man then opened and lowered his pants to reveal a pretty impressive thick cock that was erect. He stroked it and watched.
"Play with his cock, slut! That's what you like now, don't you? Go ahead. Do it."
Manoj bit my ear as he whispered this. The old man seemed to have heard, because he slid closer and into the aisle so I could reach him. The other passengers were asleep but I wasn't sure for how long.
I eagerly reached for yet another new cock, and felt Manoj get faster. The guy purred his appreciation as I skillfully pleasured his shaft while my guy pleasured my cunt and clit. In public. Biting my lips, I tried my best to not make any noise.
I stroked him for a lot longer than I stroked the average guy. I guess he was also a long lasting type. I wondered if Sajid would share me with him all the way. So far, he had never had me do more than hand and blowjobs to other men. So it seemed unlikely.
But then an interesting thing happened that changed the equation.
That beautiful woman who had got on with him was suddenly standing a couple of feet away, glaring at us. My hand was at his dick. I politely let go, but then she turned around and walked away. Maybe embarrassed to have walked into a shady situation when she just came to get something from her bag from her servant.
But then she paused and gave me a look of such intense jealousy that just as my orgasm hit, I realized that I might be looking at a kindred spirit. An upper class woman who was dilly dallying with someone well beneath her station! And I was now her "other woman".
That made me grab his dick and and start stroking it hard. But the man seemed to want an escalation. He got up and stood next to our seat, his dick now close to my mouth.
No one asked me, though I would not have said no. But a couple of looks passed between the two men and I felt Manoj's head move in a nod. And another new dick entered my once monogamous mouth with his permission.
The stranger's cock hit the back of my throat and I had to cough. The woman looked behind, I could tell. I then got mouth-fucked with an intensity I had not had from any men except Sajid. And he also seemed to have noticed because he started rutting harder. But he did not cum even after a few minutes.
"Let me fuck her." he whispered, looking at Manoj.
"No." My lover simply said.
"You can fuck my memsaab in the ass at the next stop."
I felt Manoj's cock twitch inside me and he started cumming.
Anal is one thing he had tried a couple of times to talk me into, but I had always refused. It seemed like it would be painful with his thick shaft. But each time he asked, I got more intrigued.
Now he was being offered a dream deal. He could fuck another high class memsaab, that too in the ass. And all he had to do in return was hand over me, an established slut who had already "cheated" on him many times.
"Let's see." He simply answered. But I knew I was about to be shared with a random stranger. Another notch in my slut career.
Before the face fuck could finish, the bus started slowing down and street lights lit up the bus. We all instantly got decent. But I could see Manoj and the old man exchanging looks and nodding.
It seemed like I was about to be shared in a memsaab swap!
The driver pulled over the bus to a stop near a highway dhaba saying it was a half hour to forty five minutes halt. Most passengers stayed sleeping, but a few got up. Manoj nudged me to get up and the other man smiled and fell in behind us.
"Come." he grabbed the woman by her arm from her seat, confirming that he was her lover not servant. And the four of us quietly walked out of the bus. Manoj stayed behind half a minute to have a word with the bus conductor before catching up with me.
"What was that?" I asked. He said nothing. Just stared at the other woman's ass as she argued with her beau.
The ladies washroom was in a far corner of the yard. Away from the men's. Shreya started walking towards it. I could sense that the other woman was a few feet behind me. She was in a skirt and a top with a shawl around her.
I walked into a stall and locked it, sitting on the toilet with both anger and arousal. Then I heard the stall next to me shut and the other woman sitting down.
She was quiet for a while. Then she spoke up in English, "You should be aware that your guy promised my guy an anal session with you."
Again, anger and arousal! Her guy did seem very much like my type. working man. But I still felt resentment towards Manoj
"Is he big?" I asked.
"Oh yeah! Very! He is big. He likes to go at it hard. And lasts a long time. I've never taken him in the ass." She said."Any pointers about your guy?"
I didn't say anything. This was anyway a weird situation. I wasn't going to normalize it by chatting about it like school girls.
She took the hint and didn't ask anything more. I heard the flush go and her walk out.
When I walked out, I saw her standing between the two men. And her guy took a few steps forward. As I reached near him, he stared me up and down with lust in his eyes.
"She'll do." He said.
The old nepali guy moved close to Shreya and put his hand on her waist. She looked at me nervously.
"Right here?" I asked.
"No, I found a spot."
The man said and started walking. We followed him.
This Nepali lover had already fucked my mouth hard so I knew what to expect when he went for my pussy. I walked out as he and Sajid were discussing logistics in a very brazen lewd way.
"I know this stop. There's an abandoned playground past the trees that is unlocked at night." Manoj said. "You can fuck her but she doesn't take it in the ass. Her pussy is still tight though."
The man looked at me and said,
"That's fine. Anal isn't my thing anyway. It's hers. She's taken half the neighborhood up her ass."
The young lady came out of the washroom looking unnecessarily annoyed. She seemed to be one of those whiny women. Always feeling sorry for herself.
She joined us and Sajid started leading up through the trees.
"What's your name memsaab?" The wiry Nepali grabbed my waist and said.I wasn't sure I wanted to share personal details with a stranger so I said, "Does it matter?" "I guess not. I'm Dara."
He slipped a hand down the back of my shirt and caressed my ass. His nose nuzzled my hair. He was a touchy feely guy!
Manoj was not even looking at the other woman as she walked next to him. He finally led us to the playground. And then led her to a small slide and told her, "Bend over. The bus leaves in half an hour."
Before she could say anything, he grabbed her arm and made her get on her knees on the slide. He had gotten me in position this way many times. He flipped her kameez over her ass and then pulled her salwar down. Much like me, she wasn't wearing any panties!
"He's in a hurry." my new guy said as he pulled my top off. And then started playing with my boobs.
I reached over and pulled his dick out of his pants.
"He's not really into foreplay."
"AAA AA!" she squealed and gripped the edges of the slide. "Oh fuck you're so big! AAA gently! AAA! Ohhhh mmmm"
I could see that Manoj had half his dick buried in her ass and had reached over with his hand and was playing with her clit. But he was in a hurry and she suddenly felt him move, part her ass cheeks and just shove it hard in the ass. And then his rough fingers found her clit. And it suddenly all felt good.
The more the lady squealed, the harder Manoj pushed in. She looked back and saw that half his rod was still outside and Past him I saw Dara staring at me with fire in his eyes. The lady was topless and he was playing with her boobs. And she was stroking his cock tenderly like a slut.
Then I saw him slip her skirt down, leaving her buck naked, which seemed to make her strangely conscious. He pushed her into a bending standing position aligned such that they could both see what we were doing and vice versa. And then he thrust into her, grabbing her waist.
And then he started fucking her in deep slow strokes. She started moaning loudly, theatrically, matching my own volume. She played with her swinging tits and looked at her man, who was now almost all the way into my ass.
I was so engrossed in watching Manoj bugger that young beautiful woman that I didn't realize when Dara moved a hand from my nipples to my skirt and quickly slipped it down.
I felt so oddly naked because this was rare for me unless I was bathing. Manoj always liked keeping one piece of clothing on me, rotating between keeping on my bra or a skirt or a top. Never panties. He always took off my panties instantly. But he almost never got me fully naked.
Even now as he buggered that pretty young thing, he had kept her kurta on, rolled up over her boobs under her shoulders.
But Dara seemed to like his women fully naked! And he was a spry but forceful lover considering his age and slight built! Very different from my swarthy Sajid.
Dara loved switching positions every couple of minutes and I really enjoyed this aspect of his technique. We started off standing doggy. Then he pushed me down on all fours. Pounded me like that on his knees.
Then he stood up over my still doggy pose, straddling my waist. Then lowered his body while grabbing my hips. And entered my cunt in a downward direction.
"You really are nice and tight!" He said and started pounding me hard.
That angle was perfect for my g spot and I started hollering loud enough to match his memsaab.
Somewhere in the distance, a couple of dogs howled as if to match us two bitches in heat.
Dara grabbed me by the hair and made me crawl to the slide Manoj was fucking his memsaab on. He pushed me on the metal rods of the ladder of the slide on my ass. He hitched my legs up with his arms under my knees as I struggled to grab the slide for balance.
"You have a nice fat ass memsaab." He said and entered my cunt as I wrapped my arms around his lean muscled torso.
"Thank you." I blushed. I wasn't used to compliments from my bull.
His lady had gone relatively quiet and turning my head, I saw that Sajid had her between his legs and his rod was fucking her mouth. I was impressed at how easily she was moving with his force, her hands on his thighs.
I used to think I was the only woman who could keep pace with Sajid's sexual tornado, even more than his wives, but this strumpet was matching my stamina!
Meanwhile I could feel my orgasm approaching as Dara reached one hand behind my butt and inserted a finger in my ass.
Shreya had started off this strange swap reluctantly but this unknown thick circumcized dick was giving me the fucking of my life! The utter disdain about my preference or comfort and just pounding me relentlessly gave me so many orgasms!
He suddenly pulled his dick out of my ass, pulled me to my knees in front of me, and started fucking my face. My lips stretched to accommodate his girth and my tongue felt trapped under it. He pulled my head ahead and shoved his dick downwards, towards my throat.
That's when I heard his memsaab start cumming loudly and I strangely felt jealous and wished Manoj's dick was in my cunt instead. While the other guy was in my ass.
Well, currently Manoj was banging that sexy lady perched on some playground moving her around a lot. Her man though seemed to like staying in one position for a while!
Dara finally decided he had enough of my mouth. He pushed me onto the slide and took my kameez off. Leaving me in just a bra, he got between my legs. Just as he entered my pussy, becoming yet another man to take me in all three holes, I heard his memsaab go.
"OOOOO EEEEE!!!!"
Sounded different from her usual sounds and even her man seemed to notice because he paused mid stroke.
"No Dara, he is too big EEEEEE!" "Just relax your thigh muscles memsaab." Shreya heard Dara say.
"Oooh oooh oooh okayyy oh god" she said in the voice of a woman being taken up the ass for the first time.
"You took her ass?" Manoj asked Dara in a flat voice as he fucked the lady hard.
"Yes." Dara replied as the woman squealed a little more.
"Good" Manoj said and started pounding her cunt at a pace faster than than Dara had held with me.
For the next five minutes or so, these two servants silently fucked us two memsaabs, our happy wails and orgasmic sighs punctuating the warm night air.
My arms were wrapped around his neck and my eye fell on my watch.
"Uhh.. Bus..." I said, not wanting to miss yet another bus.
"Don't worry about it." he said.
"But it's already..."
Dara fucked me on the slide stairs quite skillfully, varying his pace, fingering my clit and ass, and moving my legs around a lot.
He first fucked me with his arms under my knees. Then took his dick out, put my ankles on his shoulders and entered me again. After a couple of minutes, held my legs wide apart. Then together and high.
Between each position change, he would take his thick dick out and put it back in. I liked that frequent insertion feeling. Manoj was the opposite. Once he entered me, he would go for at least 15 minutes.
During these re-penetrations, occasionally I felt his dick head poke against my asshole for a second before entering my pussy. Initially I thought it was just a mistake with an unfamiliar woman.
But then it started happening more and his dick stayed at my asshole longer each time. And I could see a mischievous look on his face. And I realized, he was going to try to slip it in my ass!
And yet in that moment, after hearing the genuine pleasure in the orgasmic wails of his memsaab, I did nothing to stop or even discourage his transparent attempts.
So the realization hit me that age 34, I was about to lose my anal virginity to a random Nepali stranger!
Sure enough, at the next position change, he pulled my ass ahead a bit more and held my legs together above my head, my knees on my face. And he pretend fumbled with his cock.
And then he thrust it hard at my anus.
I let out a squeal as I felt an invasive pain. His soldier like momentum had pushed about an inch inside. I tried to tell him it was the wrong hole but he thrust even more of it inside.
And it wasn't as unpleasant as I feared. Different from a pussy fuck but still causing arousal. He stared fucking my ass in determined strokes and I responded with moans.
Manoj was continuing to pound the other memsaab who was making a lot of happy noises. My guys thick cock had clearly gotten rid of her reluctance. I felt proud. I wondered how she felt about her guy popping my anal cherry.
In a few minutes, I was getting buggered like I had been doing it forever! And my body relaxed even more. I tried to hug his lean shoulders tighter and that disturbed my balance.
My big butt slid off the stairs and I gently fell down on the ground. A long grunt escaped my mouth as the cock slid out of my ass, giving another odd new sensation.
He laughed a little, pulled me up, and led me towards a park bench a few feet away. His hands went all over my body as we walked. I could see Manoj was in his peak momentum pounding into the curvy thing who was hollering in pleasure. And not looking the least bit tired. Manoj looked at me and smiled as if reading my mind. That he had found someone else who could take him on without trouble.
The Nepali stranger sat on the bench, and pulled me backwards onto his lap. And tried to shove his cock back in my ass.
the other memsaab had managed to shut out everything but the cock in her cunt and the body on top of her and was just enjoying the fucking with her eyes closed, when I first heard her yells stop after a quick yip.
It took her a little while to get the cock back in her ass. But soon Manoj was mostly in. And he put his hands on her big boobs and pulled her back. She put her feet on his thighs and started bouncing up and down enthusiastically.
I had started off hating this tramp but I was starting to warm up to her. She seemed to genuinely enjoy this fucking but still had an innocence and sophistication about her. Her body though looked and moved like it was made for being bred.
Her guy suddenly stopped and pulled out of me. I thought it was time for another vigorous face fuck. But he started walking towards the bench, stroking his cock.
I sat up and watched as he got between her legs.
"OOHHH YESSS YESSS!!"
Her happy cry pierced the night air as he entered her pussy. She sounded deliriously happy. Clearly her first double penetration. I knew the feeling of the first time. You can't believe your body is capable of such euphoria! No man can even imagine.
It was a new and thrilling experience riding this stranger's sturdy cock in that position, with it in my ass and my feet on his thighs. The vertical pistoning that I could control made the anal sex feel even better and I wondered why I resisted it so long.
Sajid watched my fat ass jump up and down on the lithe old man and he suddenly stopped fucking the other woman. Stroking his big thick weapon, he started walking towards me.
I raised my legs knowing exactly what he was going to do! After having my first ever anal, I was also about to have my first ever double penetration!
Manoj entered me in one deep stroke making me feel filled like never before! A dick in my pussy and another in my ass. The pretty woman that Manoj abandoned came towards us. She started kissing me in a way that she was experienced at being with women, just like I was. The most depraved moment of my life until this night.
All 3 of them were focusing their attention on me and I started having an orgasm that was quite massive! The Nepali grabbed my waist to hold me in place and his memsaab grabbed me by the boobs, while Manoj held my legs apart and pounded me. It was the highest sexual peak I had experienced.
She seemed to have been affected by it too because she suddenly clambered on top of the bench. Put one leg over my body and thrust her naked ass at Manoj
My lover took his dick out of my pussy and shoved it back in her ass. As her lover started again moving in and out of mine. Her bra covered tits rubbed against my naked ones. And we kissed. A strange symmetric anal foursome.
This beast with four backs was the configuration that finally made our men shoot their wads into our asses after fifteen more minutes of buggery.
