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Praised for my beauty from the time of my birth, I had developed into an attractive woman after puberty. And adolescence had put the icing on the cake. By the time of my last teen birthday, I had, to put it bluntly, 'ripened' perfectly. I was medium built with average Indian height, very fair skin, dark eyes, and jet black shoulder length hair. My breasts were of the perfect size for my build; neither too big nor small, firm and round. My hips had grown in size at a rapid pace my puberty; now their curves accentuated my near perfect hour-glass figure. But the icing was not the final thing; there was one more thing to top it, the cherry over the icing.

From an early age itself, I had been aware of my sensuality and the effect it had on men around me. Heads turned as I walked, and they stayed turned for a while. I had even won the 'Miss Fresher' title at my Fresher's Party at college; and had gone on to win 'Miss Beauty Queen' title in all subsequent annual day functions.

Having said that, I must remind you that I had been born and raised in a typical middle-class Indian family. That meant almost nil interaction with the opposite sex, wearing traditional attire or non-exposing tops. Figure hugging clothing, tights, jeans or tops, were strictly forbidden.

Throughout my school and college life, I never had a boyfriend. Although no one said anything directly to me, but I knew I was the subject of ridicule amongst my friends, regarding the iron clasp control my parents had over me.

After college, my parents started to search for the perfect groom for me. Matrimonial columns were printed, relatives and friends put to task to find a suitable match for me who fulfilled the criteria of religion, caste, occupation, income, family background, his father's occupation/income, and many more such things parents look for in a man they deem fit to have sex with their daughter; but not his looks or actual personality. There are so many criteria and sub-criteria that it was almost 2 years before my parents could narrow the choices down to a handful of 'eligible' bachelors; another six months in finalizing my 'perfect match'; then a full year before both could agree to each other's terms and conditions.

So, finally, after a lot of drama, I got married at the age of 27 years. My 'perfect match' was a relatively short man, three years older to me, dark; and with a slight belly already pouring out his lower abdomen. He had a 'stable' job and had studied in one of India's most prestigious institutions. According to my parents, relatives, and friends of relatives, I could not have found a better husband for myself.

My first night as a married woman was uneventful. Of course, both of us lost our virginities to each other; and awkwardly brought each other to orgasms. Well, that's the case with two virgins of the opposite sex, in their twenties, allowed to sleep together for the first time. We both agreed that there was a long way to go in our sexual lives and that this was just the beginning of an erotic journey.

And so, to make sure our erotic journey was off to a flying start, we were headed for our pre-planned honeymoon to a hill-station nested in the Himalayas. And here I was, staring at myself in the train window!

It was time to sleep, the curtains were pulled and the lights switched off. My husband climbed to the upper berth and I lay down on the lower one, blissfully aware that this vertical separation between us would not be there the next night.

THEN: Pranitha woke up, realizing that she needed to go to the washroom, and looked at her watch in the dim light coming from the other side of the curtain. It was 3 AM by her watch. Not wanting to disturb her husband, she quietly got up and groped for her sandals in the dark. He was sleeping soundly.

Stepping into the aisle without any noise, she headed straight to the washroom to her right, as they were nearer. Everyone was fast asleep; it seemed there was no movement in the whole carriage, except for a lovely married lady heading to answer nature's call.

Reaching the well-lit vestibule, she opened the door . Damn, she thought, as she let out a gush of urine! She should have taken a pee before going to sleep.

Annoyed at the break in her sleep, but now well relieved, she headed back to the vestibule to go back to her berth. But to her surprise, the well-lit vestibule moments ago was now dark.

Stumbling, and aided by a flicker of light coming from inside the carriage, she took a couple of tentative steps, before that she was almost knocked off her feet!

At first it seemed to be a crash, she thought that the train had met with an accident and that she had been jolted backwards by its force. But then, she became aware of a tight grip around her waist and also a rough palm over her mouth. Now inside the Washroom on the other side of the vestibule which was well-lit, she became fully aware of her situation.

It wasn't a train crash! A man had appeared out she was heading back. She had been grabbed from behind; a strong palm put over her mouth, and pulled into the Washroom. It was a small space, as most of it was occupied by the toilet seat. She was being held in such a manner that her back was towards the mirror, and she couldn't see his face.

In reflex, she began to scream into the palm of her captor, making a muffled noise; at the same time wriggling her body, trying to free herself from his grip.

He loved it when women struggled, even more so when they had no chance of escaping what was in store for them. He turned her left by ninety degrees almost effortlessly and pinned her to the wall. Then he let go of the grip around her waist, knowing perfectly well that his weight was more than enough to prevent her from moving. He fumbled in his pocket and took out a small pocket knife, which he held against his captive's neck. Make one noise and I'll cut your neck and throw you out of this moving train, he snarled. He was happy that it had the desired effect on her. He had scared her to death.

Just do as I say and you wouldn't get hurt, he said, still pushing her against the wall.

He took out a piece of cloth from his pocket and tied it around her mouth, threatening her as he let go of his palm grip. Without even a try of scream from her, he had managed to replace her gag from his palm to the piece of cloth. Now, he released the hold on her body and made her turn around, forcing her to sit on the open Western style toilet seat. In seconds, he grabbed hold of her dupatta and used it to tie her hands to the water pipe behind the toilet seat. Tying the dupatta tightly around one wrist, he flung it around the water pipe, to bring it back in front and tied it around her other wrist. He had managed to complete the most precarious part of his task, the capture of his victim, within a couple of minutes.

He then stepped back as far as the small washroom would allow him to admire his handiwork.

The moment he had seen her step onto the carriage, he had known that he wanted her, very very badly. He saw her as a typical newlywed woman on her way to the hill station, to get fucked by her husband. He noticed the mehendi, still fresh on her hands (right upto her elbows); her traditional pink salwar suit along with a dupatta ; a streak of red vermillion on her forehead just where her hair parted; her new mangalsutra which dangled proudly in front of her breasts; her hands almost full with designer bangles; and most importantly, the most natural ornament on her face -- the mole near her upper lip.

 

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He had her now, at his disposal, ready for his moment with this newlywed beautiful sophisticated lady, some other man's wife.

The past couple of minutes had been a blur for Pranitha. Pulled into the toilet, gagged, held against the wall, gagged, and then tied, everything happened so fast that she didn't have time to register it. She became acutely aware of her situation when her captor stepped back, and looked her up and down, an evil smile forming on his face. Her hands were painfully tied to the water pipe behind her, in a very uncomfortable position.

It was then that she had her first look at that man, her captor. She saw him as an old man (50-55 years, she guessed), medium built, and a bit short. His belly was very large, out of proportion to the rest of his body (in a better state of mind, Pranitha would have attributed that to chronic alcoholism!); it was almost spilling out of his shirt, which was unbuttoned all the way down to where his tummy bulge started. She saw his rough chest skin, covered with dense grey hair. She looked up to his face, which was wrinkled in a crude manner. His teeth, which she saw through that evil grin, were dirty, misaligned and eroded by constant chewing of tobacco. He was definitely not a man who belonged to an AC 2 tier compartment.

She saw him extend his evil smile; it was almost ear to ear now, making him look like an ugly goblin. Her mind was in a daze, unable to comprehend her position. But it was thrown into a frenzy, with panic and despair filling her entire skull, as she heard, even over the loud rumbling sound of the train, the sound of a zipper being undone.

Her eyes dropped to where her captor's hands were. After undoing his zipper, she saw him unbuckle his trousers. Her eyes, instead of following the trousers as they fell down to the ground in a flash, remain glued to where his hands were. He was not wearing anything underneath; his semi-erect penis had sprung out the moment he had undone his trousers, which his right hand was now stroking.

The moment of reality struck her. Her captor was going to turn into her rapist.

Pranitha screamed the loudest cry for help of her entire life. However, the perfect mouth gag and the loud rumble of the train made sure that none of the passengers sleeping soundly in the AC carriage heard it.

He saw her scream into the mouth gag. It made his semi-erect penis twitch with excitement. His mouth was wet with saliva, the tip of his penis with pre-cum. She gulped in desperation. He realized that the time window for his 'suhaag raat' was limited; he didn't have the luxury of time.

As his hands reached the knot of her salwar, she began to wriggle, like a fish does when taken out of water. He couldn't undo it as she was moving too much. With the back of his right hand, he slapped her right cheek violently. SMACK! And again, SMACK! Her body lumped at the ferocious attack, giving him time to undo her salwar with ease.

He pulled it all the way down her smooth milky legs and removed it completely, absent-mindedly putting it on a rack above the mirror, which Pranitha hadn't noticed before. Before she could recover from the double blow to her face, he hooked his rough fingers at the waistband of her new pink panty (part of set of sexy lingerie she had bought for her wedding and honeymoon), and pulled it swiftly down; consciously making sure to pocket it (in his front chest pocket).

He expected her to be shaved down there, as were most of the newlywed women. What he didn't expect was the feminine pinkness of her vulva lips, so beautiful and well, lady-like; it was one of the smoothest vulva's he had ever seen. His now almost-erect penis gave a bigger twitch of excitement.

He noticed her vulva was completely dry, which was a surprise to him. Normally, these newlyweds thought about sex 24x7, especially on the way to their honeymoons, fantasising about the sexual pleasures awaiting them; which made their vaginas ooze out sexuality, in anticipation for their imminent fucking. But that was not the case with her; maybe she wasn't turned on by her husband.

Hurriedly, he caught hold of the lower edge of her kurta and pushed it upwards, over her breasts, bundling it around her neck. He took his hands to her back, unhooking her pink bra, and immediately bringing them back to the front, in order to squeeze her just exposed heavenly breasts. He let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the smoothness of her young breasts, the taut milky white skin and perky pink nipples. Without much ado, he took the right one in his dirty mouth and started to suck with all his might; mauling and pinching the left one with his right hand. All this while, her mangalsutra oscillated in between her breasts.

The sensation of something wet brought Pranitha to her senses, which she hadn't completely regained since the slaps. She realized that that 'something wet' on her breast was the saliva of his captor, pouring out copiously from his dirty mouth. She tried to wriggle again, to free her breasts from the painful assault, but couldn't move an inch due to the grip which his captor had around her waist with his left hand.

Unable to move, she started shouting again into her gag. Hearing her muffled attempt at shouting for help, her captor let out a groan of self-accomplishment, a 'huh'!

Although he would have loved to play with such perfect breasts all night long, all nights for his entire lifetime, he didn't have much time at his disposal. Letting go of her breasts, he adjusted her body, pulling her off the toilet seat slightly, with his left hand holding her around her waist. He spread her legs apart, pushing at her smooth soft thighs with his dark hairy ones, and positioned himself between them. All this while, she tried to oppose every movement he was making, but she just didn't have the strength to match him. With his free right hand, he placed his fully erect penis at the entrance of her vagina, its moist pre-cum coated tip touching the lips of her pink vulva.

His penis gave the biggest twitch of excitement of the night while she shuddered with fear, desperation and despair.

 

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Still holding her by her waist with his left hand, he used his right one to guide the tip of his penis beyond her vulval lips, his penis throbbing with ecstasy at their tightness. He left it there, at the edge of her vagina, and moved his right hand to her face, which was ashen with fear. He gripped her jaw tightly with his right hand, forced her face straight, and aligned it with his own; their nose tips barely a centimetre away.

She smelt his ugly face before actually seeing it close up. He still had that evil smile etched all over it. He saw her beautiful face and read her fear. He could hear her desperate attempts at shouting for help, feel her feeble attempts at wriggling herself free from his grip, and then see her pearly tears roll down her elegant cheeks as she resigned to her fate.

Holding her jaw, he made sure her eyes were fixed on his own; as with one forceful thrust of his pelvis, he tore into her dry vagina.

She shrieked out in pain as his penis assaulted her dry vagina. Such was the force of his first thrust that his penis was almost completely embedded inside her the first time itself, she heard him release a low moan of pleasure.

He saw her eyes dilate in shock and heard her groan in pain. Bringing his penis almost all the way out of her vagina, he thrust again, this time a little less forcefully as it regained its original depth. Then, like a man possessed, he began to piston his penis in and out of her vagina, in forceful rough thrusts, grunting like a pig every time the tip of his penis hit her cervix.

She thought that this was her worst nightmare come true. With each thrust, she felt unbearable pain radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. Her initial loud shriek of pain had given way to low groans, which were synchronised with his thrusts; almost as if the energy of his thrusts travelled all the way up to her throat, vibrating her vocal cords of their own accord.

He stared into her helpless eyes as he continued to thrust in and out of her vagina, which had now begun to respond to his assault. He could tell, by the decreased amount of force that was now required to piston in and out of her, that her vagina had begun to release her own sex juices. He could also feel the increased wetness around his throbbing shaft, and also on his thighs. She was really secreting a huge amount of juices, now, his every thrust made a sloppy noise in her copious juices. To his surprise, he heard her moan in pleasure into her gag. It was a low sound, but it was definitely a moan of pleasure. He immediately stopped his thrusts and withdrew his penis out of her dripping wet vagina.

She couldn't believe that her vagina had begun to respond to this assault, as if it had a mind of its own. After fear and despair, she now felt immense shame as her vagina was adjusting and accommodating his penis, trying to derive pleasure out of her rape. Maybe it was because of the slight repulsion she felt for her husband, maybe the feeling of being suppressed since childhood, maybe her womanhood needed an escape route. The initial pain had subsided; and with each and every thrust, she could now feel a wave of carnal pleasure radiate from her vagina, to all over her body, right to her head. She couldn't believe her ears as a low moan of pleasure escaped her lips. At that moment, he stopped fucking her and withdrew out of her vagina completely. To her surprise, her mind was swept by a wave of disappointment.

Bitch! Who do you think I am? Your husband! I am not here to pleasure you, he shrieked, anger sweeping his face. He had to do it now. He rarely did this to newlywed women. But he had to teach this 'whore' a lesson.

Before she could fathom the reason for his abrupt halt, she had been flipped over. If her earlier position had been uncomfortable, this was hell. Her dupatta got twisted more, increasing the pressure on her wrists; her shoulders were also twisted, making her delirious with pain. Her head now faced the dirty toilet seat, barely inches away; her mangalsutra hung down due to gravity and its lower end was well below the rim of the toilet seat, oscillating like a pendulum. Her knees were awkwardly bent, half her weight supported by the toilet seat. She felt her ass cheeks being drawn apart by his rough hands, and felt some wetness around her asshole. As she realized what was going to happen to her, she let out another shriek, her second last one that night.

He spread her meaty ass cheeks, exposing her pink asshole. The sight of her tight pink puckered asshole, the smooth surrounding hairless skin and the feel of her juicy ass cheeks, elicited another big twitch of excitement from his eager penis (even bigger than the one on touching her vulval lips). He was almost certain that she was an anal virgin, which made his penis twitch continuously. He, as well as his penis, was eager to violate this newlywed wife's anus and teach her a lesson.

He used the liquid soap in the toilet, to lubricate her asshole. He held her hair by both hands, pushed her further down so as to get her ass up at a proper angle; and positioned his penis at her anal entrance.

She let out the loudest shriek of the night when she felt his penis tear through her virgin asshole. If the earlier pain had made her delirious, this was intense enough to kill her. He poked at her asshole with increasing thrust, her tightness making it difficult for him to enter her anal canal. After a handful of pokes, her anal opening gave way and the whole length of his shaft entered her anal canal, with such a force that her head painfully banged against the water pipe behind the toilet seat.

It was as if her whole body was on fire, such was the intensity of the pain. She became a part of his thrusts inside her anal canal. With each thrust he gave, her body experienced its own mini earthquake, her head banged against the water pipe, her dangling breasts swivelled as if they would tear right off her body, her knees buckled; her eyes, which she had shut close to black out her mind, opened due to the forceful impact.

 

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Intermittently, during those moments when her eyes opened, she saw her mangalsutra, the sign of her harmonious matrimony, rubbing the inside of the toilet seat; each thrust making it scrape the seat more and more. All she could hear at that moment was the sound of that scraping. The sacred and pure necklace tied around her neck by her husband three days ago, was now being contaminated in the impurest of locations, both literally and figuratively.

He could feel the approaching orgasm. His breathing became laboured and he took in this moment of pure ecstasy; gripping her dangling breasts tightly, he licked her neck from behind, as he felt the bulbous head of his penis bulge inside her anal canal, releasing his semen inside.

He orgasmed in pure delight; ejaculated his semen in huge quantities, giving few secondary thrusts until all his juice had been milked out of his penis. It was one of the longest orgasms he had experienced, all the while moaning out in pleasure. Even after he had withdrawn his penis from this newlywed wife's anal canal, he was moaning in pleasure!

Hurriedly, he cleaned himself up, buckled his trousers, and made sure her panty was safely lodged in his shirt's pocket. Then he undid the dupatta from 'his' bride's wrists, who now lay slumped almost unconsciously into the Western toilet seat, and pulled her up. He made her sit up, all the while holding her lest she slumped again, and assessed the damage.

Her forehead was bleeding slightly due to the repeated impacts against the toilet pipe. He washed the cut with water, throwing a few fistfuls on her face in order to get out of her stupor. She was sitting on her own now, dimly aware of her situation, still dazed mentally. He poured a few more fistfuls of water on her face.

It was almost as if she felt herself rise from the grave. She was sitting on the toilet seat without any support, gradually regaining her mental functions. She was dimly aware of water being splashed on her face. She felt his hands doing the bra hooks behind her back; pulling her kurta down her front, back into its normal position; helping her legs into her salwar which he had retrieved from the shelf; arranging her dupatta in front of her breasts, hanging it from her shoulders; undoing her mouth gag. He stepped back again, as he had done before raping her, to look at her from top to bottom.

He took out a five hundred rupee note from his pocket and, inserting his hand behind the neckline of her kurta, placed it inside her bra, between both her breasts, in close proximity to her mangalsutra.

As a final act of violation, he licked the mole above her lips. "You were a great fuck, Pranitha!" he said, before leaving.

The sound of her first name being spoken by him brought her to reality. She immediately locked the toilet door from inside and looked at her in the mirror. There was a slight cut on her forehead, but it wasn't bleeding. She washed her face with water, again and again, till it became numb with cold. Scared, dazed and scarred, she couldn't think of anything else to do there. After making sure that her outer appearance was okay, she stepped back into the vestibule (now brightly lit again) and headed back to her berth.

There was no sign of the man who had altered her internal appearance forever. Everyone was sleeping soundly, exactly as before. As she stepped back on to her berth, she felt a blob of his semen ooze out of her asshole and at the same time became aware of something pricking the skin in her cleavage.

Lying down on her berth, panty-less, her ass cheeks wet with his semen, she retrieved the five hundred rupee note he had placed in her bra, as a payment for her services to him, making her 'his' whore! She looked at her watch; it read 3:20 AM. In just 20 minutes, Pranitha had been transformed from a newlywed wife to a cheap whore by a man who had forcefully violated her 'inner appearance'.

She closed her eyes, in an attempt to draw a curtain on the night's event; but she couldn't close her mind. She lay awake for the remaining part of the night, tightly clutching the five hundred rupee note in her right hand, as the voice of him calling her by her first name, reverberated in her ears.

THE-END

 

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Man of the house Chapter 7: Bratty Sis Gets Soaked

Shruti

"What is going on? I'm on a break?" I texted to my sister as I hurried to the upstairs girls' restroom. I had thirty minutes to satiate my hot pussy. Everyone participating in the debate match today--I coached my college's team in addition to teaching history--would use the nearer ones. And I needed privacy.

My pussy was on fire. Everything was happening at the houses today.

My sister and I were far closer than sisters ever should be. For twenty years, we had shared the same man, Shriya's husband Chandu. He was our Master. He dominated us, punished us, gave us just what we craved. We made love for his amusement, committing incest to please him. The six months since his death had hit us both hard.. Particularly my older sister, who loved her husband just a bit more than I did.

And now my nineteen-year-old nephew Cherry was stepping up as man of the house, dominating not only my daughter, Sara--who had a huge crush on him--but my sister and my innocent, eighteen-year-old niece, Ananya. It shocked me. Not Sara, I had been waiting for the pair to get passed the kissing cousin stage, but the rest of it. My sister fucking her son, submitting to her son, quiet Ananya losing her cherry to Cherry.

It made me so wet. I wanted to join in the fun, but I was stuck at school on this dumb debate tournament. Why did I ever agree to coach it? It didn't net me an extra paycheck but cost me plenty of my **censored** time.

I was on the second floor hallway, moving from the auditorium, alone, my feet echoing, when my phone made the melodic beeps of an incoming Skype call from my sister. I accepted it, and almost dropped my phone at the sight of the video she streamed me.

My other daughter, Janhvi, was bent over Cherry's lap. Sara was beside him, Janhvi's legs draped over my eldest daughter. Janhvi was eighteen and a brat, often acting like a girl half her age. She had only gotten worse since Chandu, her true father, had died. She was bare bottom, jogging shorts and panties around her ankles while Sara's hand cracked down hard on her rear.

"Five, thank you, Sara," Janhvi said, her face crimson, her short, black hair half-covering her cheeks. She always kept it in a pixyish bob which only enhanced her bratty appearance. Her asscheeks were as red as her face.

Sara, nineteen and blonde, had a huge grin on her face, a mix of triumph and glee at spanking her younger sister. Her hand stroked Janhvi's ass. "You're welcome, Janhvi. Now what do you say?"

"That's right," my sister whispered into her phone as she filmed. "Janhvi is joining the fun. She's totally getting off on being spanked and humiliated like we always thought she did when Chandu disciplined her."

"Shit," I hissed, diving into the ladies restroom. My thirty-eight-year-old pussy was on fire. My eldest daughter stroked my youngest daughter's ass. It was so sensual. Janhvi moaned out her confusion while Cherry, looking so strong and handsome, had a glint in his eye. The same glint his father would have when he dominated Shriya and me.

Damn, he looked like his father did the first time I entered his bed at eighteen, trembling and virginal, Shriya at my side. They were both nineteen. I was a gift from Shriya to her boyfriend, her bustier body pressed against me, her hands spreading my thighs.

She's a virgin, Chandu, my sister had moaned. Just for you.

I burst into the last stall, the door swinging shut. I yanked up my skirt and pulled down my panties. My legs spread wide and my right hand plunged between my thighs. I rubbed at the hot flesh of my pussy, fingers sliding over and over my wet labia. My left hand gripped my phone so tight the plastic case creaked.

"Mmm, that's right," my sister purred. "Janhvi is going to be a wild addition to Cherry's harem."

Cherry's first spanking fell hard on my daughter's ass. I could hear the stinging reverberation, my ass aching in sympathy. He didn't hold back. He was spanking her hard, intent on inflicting pain. And my daughter bucked. She cried, tears falling down her face.

But I knew those moans. She was a masochist. She craved the pain, the humiliation, the shame. It all made her wet and excited. Cherry was giving her just what she needed. I wonder if Janhvi even realized why she acted like a brat, if she understood what she craved.

She was about to.

My fingers plunged into my sopping pussy. My hot flesh clenched on my digits as they reamed in and out. My toes curled in my shoes as I watched the second spanking fall, loving the sound of Janhvi thanking him. Where had he learned that form of discipline?

"He's just like his father," I moaned as the third spanking fell. My fingers plunged faster, pleasure racing through my body. I so wish I was there.

"I know," Shriya sighed. "And he loves Sara like he loved us. Maybe Ananya, too. I think he's realizing just how precious she is."

"Damn," I panted.

"He even has a thing for Mallu girls." The phone shook, and I heard my sister let out a wanton moan.

"Really?" I groaned.

Anupama dancing through my thoughts. She was nineteen and on my debate team. If Chandu were alive, I would have been grooming the girl to be ready to join us in bed, a gift to him. Shriya and I always tried to find new girls for Chandu to enjoy. It was a game we played.

My pussy clenched so hard as my daughter gasped and moaned, tears pouring down her face. Her short, black hair tossed about her as she writhed. I heard Ananya groan nearby, watching with her mother.

And Sara. My wicked eldest daughter had her hand sliding up Janhvi's thighs, moving towards her pussy as Cherry reddened her ass. She bucked and gasped, hardly noticing when Sara reached her goal. One daughter touched the other daughter's cunt while their half-brother's hand cracked down again.

"Oh, my god," I panted, my clit throbbing beneath my grinding heel of my hand. I bucked and shuddered. "Janhvi's going to cum."

"Uh-huh," Shriya groaned.

The tenth spanking fell. My daughter Janhvi thrashed. Her body bucked as she screamed out wordless pleasure. I knew the signs. She had exploded into subspace, drifting on the euphoria brought about by being dominated, the mix of pain and pleasure. Her small body quavered and danced. My pussy clenched on my fingers.

And Cherry was moving, Sara helping him, a huge grin on her lips. "Fuck my bratty sister, Cherry," she hissed as they rolled the thrashing Janhvi onto the couch. She half sat, leaning back, her head tossing, still cumming. "Fuck the little slut. Pop her cherry."

Sara grabbed his hand. My daughter and Cherry stared into each other's eyes, kissing hard as she brought his dick to her sister's pussy. Janhvi thrashed and moaned out her delight. She wanted Cherry to fuck her.

And he did.

"Oh, god," I moaned, my pussy juices dripping out my snatch as I watched Cherry's firm ass flex as he drove into my daughter's cunt. One hand shoved into Sara's jeans, frigging her pussy as he pounded Janhvi. "He's fucking her. He popped her cherry. My little girl's a woman."

"Yes," Shriya moaned, the camera trembling. "My son is such a stud."

Her maternal pride made me gasp and heave. Cherry pounded Janhvi. They fucked her hard. He and Sara called her such humiliating, degrading names. And she loved it. Sara hissed about pissing on her and Janhvi thrashed hard.

She was into humiliation. Of course she would love being pissed on. Just like her mother.

"Shriya," I moaned, my orgasm suddenly exploding through me as I pictured Janhvi being pissed on by Cherry's huge cock, soaking her in yellow urine, her bratty mouth spluttering as it filled with the nasty liquid. I was kneeling next to her, the piss splashing into my mouth as I held my daughter.

The restroom door opened.

And then Cherry turned to me. Your turn, Aunt Shruti. Piss all over the disgusting slut.

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as I bucked and groaned, staring at the image streaming on my phone of my daughter thrashing beneath Cherry, my other daughter bucking as he fingered her to an orgasm. Our family was so wild, so hot. The pleasure rushed through my mind.

Ecstasy boiled my thoughts. I moaned and gasped.

The stall door opened. Anupama stood before me. "Professor Shruti..." Her slanted eyes widened. her eyes slanted and brown--clapped hands over her mouth, gasping as she watched me masturbate.

Seeing my student's gaze on me, her nineteen-year-old body trembling in shock, made me cum harder. "Yes, yes, Anupama," I panted "Oh, yes, watch me cum. Mmm, yes."

Her eyes were locked on my fingers reaming my pussy. Juices squirted out of me as I bucked harder on the toilet. The porcelain creaked beneath me. My legs kicked out, my heels brushing her jean-clad legs. She had a petite frame, her loose clothing hiding any curves. She had such an innocent look about her.

"Oh, god, Anupama, I'm cumming so hard. Keep staring at me."

"Professor Shruti," she moaned again, lowering her hands. She shifted. Two dimples appeared, tenting her blouse. "W-What are...?"

"Masturbating," I groaned, shuddering. "Oh, my god, yes." I shuddered a final time, my pleasure bleeding off.

"I...I..." Anupama looked around. "I didn't know. I called your name, and you said yes."

"Did I?" I panted, pulling my fingers out of my pussy, staring at her eyes. They were locked on the triangle of black hair adorning my pudenda, the tip pointing at my shaved pussy. Just the way Chandu liked me. My sister wasn't shaved. And though he was dead, we still groomed ourselves his way.

"What are you looking at, Anupama?" I asked, standing up.

The girl blushed and looked down. "Sorry, Professor Shruti."

"Mmm, you have nothing to be sorry about." I put my phone in my skirt pocket and cupped her chin with my left. I lifted her face. "You're curious about pussy, huh? A little bicurious desire in you? Or are you Lesbian?"

"I'm not Lesbian," she said.

"Nothing wrong if you are," I told her. "I'm bi myself. Like pussy and a hard cock." I brought my wet fingers to her lips and smeared my juices on her. She trembled, her pink lips glistening. Then her tongue brushed out, swiping across my tart juices. She shuddered. "Nothing wrong at all."

I smeared more juices on her lips and leaned in, kissing her. Not hard, not aggressive, just letting our lips touch. She quivered while my heart thudded. It was such a risk. I was her teacher. I could get in so much trouble.

And that only made the kiss sweeter.

"Mmm, we'll talk after the debate, okay?" I told her.

Anupama just nodded her head, petrified, shocked, unsure what to do, her hips squirming. New desires were awakening in her. She was so cute. I bet Cherry would love her. "You know my nephew, Cherry?"

"I...I didn't know he was your nephew," Anupama said, "but we have English and PE together."

"He's cute, right?" I grinned, pulling up my panties. "I bet you have a crush on him. Big, strong guy. I bet you've rubbed that hot pussy thinking about him."

"Professor Shruti," she gasped, shocked.

I put my arm around her. "Anupama, Anupama, Anupama, you are so innocent. I'll take that as a yes."

She just squirmed.

"Now, why did you come looking for me?"

"I just..." She swallowed. "Want to talk about my performance."

She was stiff, uncomfortable. Her research was great, but her presentation was stilted. "You were wonderful. Just the best out there. So smart and articulate. I think we're going to win because of you."

"Really?" she said, beaming at me. I tightened my arm on her, the lie winning me affection.

"Uh-huh. But we need to help your confidence. And I know just how." I smiled at her. "That's what we'll talk about later."

She swallowed. "Just...that?"

"Oh, I think you'll learn all sorts of things tonight." I licked my lips. How much would Cherry love me if I brought him this sexy, young thing home? I would be his cool aunt.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Cherry

"God, you really want to be pissed on," I grinned at Janhvi as she squirmed beneath me, my softening dick trapped in her hot, tight pussy. Sara's fingers twisted the brat's nipple, making Janhvi squirm more. "Well, that's going to happen. All of us."

"All?" Ananya squeaked.

"Even you, Princess," I told her. I groaned, pulling my dick out of Janhvi's pussy, my shaft coated in her pink froth. I had popped her cherry hard. I had spanked her ass until she came. Far harder than I had spanked Sara.

I had hurt Janhvi, and she loved it. I couldn't help myself. All these years of putting up with her brattiness, being called Lint, dealing with her teasing. All of that frustration poured out of me as I disciplined her, and she had loved it.

Sara shuddered as my hand came out of her fly. Traces of purple stained my fingers along with her cream, leftover from the grape Popsicle I shoved up her cunt earlier. I licked my fingers clean of her sweet juices as she grinned at me.

She was eager to piss on Janhvi. I bet Sara always wanted to. She kept bringing up watersports since last night. She didn't want to be pissed on, even if she would submit and let me do it. But she wanted to watch, and she wanted to do it.

Damn, she was wicked. I was learning so much about her. I thought we knew everything about each other, and since we made love last night, we were finally opening up are innermost desires, those secret impulses we kept hidden out of fear.

No longer.

"Janhvi, get your ass upstairs in the master bathroom right now," I growled. "Climb in the tub naked and ready to be pissed on."

"Oh, god," she moaned, my cum pouring out of her cunt as she shuddered. The brat's breasts jiggled in her sports bra. She peeled it off, throwing it on the ground as she stood up.

"Janhvi," I growled, "don't make a mess."

She gasped and shuddered. "Sorry, Cherry."

Cherry not Lint. That was great to hear.

She grabbed her sports bra, jogging shorts, and panties from the floor while my cum dribbled down her legs. Then she darted upstairs. I glanced at my mom and Ananya, grinning at them and nodding my head after Janhvi, who was already scampering up the stairs, making so much racket in her excited desire to be pissed on.

My dick twitched. Sara grabbed my cock, her tongue licking at the tip, swiping up her sister's tangy juices. I groaned, stroking her blonde hair, her hazel eyes staring up at me. I shuddered as the pleasure raced up my sensitive dick.

Then I grabbed her arms and pulled her up. Mine went around her waist, grabbing her ass and pulling her tight. I kissed her on the lips, tasting Janhvi and a bit of salt. I didn't mind tasting myself. Not on Sara's lips. She shuddered, her arms slipping about my neck, her body pressing tight together.

I broke the kiss, my forehead resting on hers. "Damn, Sara, that was so hot."

"I know." She shuddered in my arms. "Finally we got payback on the little brat."

I smiled. Sara and I had been best friends all our lives. For nineteen years we had hung out. Since we were only a month apart in age, Sara the older, we naturally hung out. We had been inseparable. She was a tomboy, so we had fun playing war and knights and cowboys, racing around our shared yards or playing with other boys in the neighborhood. And our friendship had blossomed into love. She was my queen now.

My submissive, sexy queen ruling my harem at my side.

"Damn, Cherry," she groaned, her hips humping, rubbing her jeans against my dick hanging out of my fly. "We're going to piss on her. The brat. Oh, my god, I'm so wet."

"And I'm getting hard," I groaned, gripping her ass. "We're going to have so much fun humiliating Janhvi. She gets off on it."

"Little slut," she moaned. "We should get clothes pins and cover her body in them. I bet she would go wild."

I groaned. "Damn, you have great ideas. I love you so much, Sara."

"Mmm, love you, too," she purred and kissed me hard.

And then I heard Ananya let out a loud sob. I caught a glimpse of my little sister, her her flying, as she darted past us for the stairs. Her sock-clad feet tromped up to the second floor. And then her bedroom door crashed shut, rattling the house.

I broke the kiss. "The fuck?"

Sara sighed. "She's in love with you, Cherry, and you just made this wonderful, gushy pronouncement to me, telling me how much you love me--which I enjoyed, by the way--but you're her big brother."

"Well, I do love you," I said, growing irritated. "She has to understand that. You're my queen."

"And she's your little princess. Your submissive sister. She reads all those romances." Sara smiled. "And, I think, you're growing to love her, too. I seen how you grin when she holds your hand."

"Yeah. But I love you."

"And your father loved two women." Sara said with patient words. "I don't mind sharing you. And not just with sex slaves. But Ananya." She nodded her head. "I could share your heart with our little sister."

I licked my lips. "Should go talk to her?"

She arched an eyebrow then sighed the way she did when I was being a clueless guy. She squeezed my hand. "She needs that right now. I'm sure you'll know just what to say to make her feel loved."

Sara leaned in and gave me another kiss.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Ananya

I threw myself on my bed, my pile of stuffed animals shifting. Floppy, a blue bunny, fell across my back as I buried my crying face into my pillow. My glasses pushed against the bridge of my nose and the rims pressed on my brow. I ripped them off, tears falling, and plopped them on my nightstand. Then I buried my face into my pillow.

He loved her. Not me. Her.

And why wouldn't he love Sara? She had boobs. She had an ass. She had curves. She was fun. She could laugh and joke with him. She had all these little things she did, looks and glances and playful punches, that he understood. It was like they had their own private language.

And what did I have?

No tits. Just a pair of small buds pretending to be boobs. Every other woman, even bratty Janhvi, had tits in the family. But not me. Mom and Nidhhi, my older sister, had huge tits. Aunt Shruti had big boobs, and Sara's were nice and round. Janhvi's were handfuls, but they at least filled a bra. My little A cups didn't even need a bra.

I would never have real boobs.

And he loved her. Even though I gave him my virginity. He called me his little princess, but my big brother didn't love me. How could I compete with Sara? She was blonde while I was a brunette. Drab, boring, brown hair. She dressed so sexy while all I had were little girl clothing.

I hugged my pillow tight, the fabric growing wetter and wetter as I rubbed my face into it. It wasn't fair. I loved Cherry for so long. He was supposed to be like the sexy men in all the romance novels I read. He was supposed to love me.

Not her.

A loud rap came at my door. "Ananya."

It was Cherry. "Go away!"

He grabbed my door knob and twisted. It rattled. "Ananya, unlock this door right now."

"No!"

"You're not being a good, little sister right now."

My legs kicked. "I don't care. I don't want to be your little sister. I hate you!"

"Ananya," he groaned. "Let me in. I want to talk to you."

"No!"

He turned the doorknob again. "I'm going to count to three. You better let me in."

"No! I hate you!" I didn't know why I said those words. But I was just so angry at him.

"One!"

I clapped my pillow around my ears.

"Two!"

My stomach twisted. What would happen when he said three? Would he spank me like he did Janhvi?

"Threeeeee..." he stretched out the word.

I bolted from the bed, darting to the door.

"...eeeeeee..."

I yanked it open, the lock popping as I twisted the knob. I stared up at Cherry. He was fuzzy without my glasses on. Then I turned and darted to my bed, flopping on it and not looking at him. Why couldn't he just leave me alone?

He moved to the bed and sat down beside me. He stroked my hair. "Okay, Ananya, sit up. Let's talk."

I shook my head.

"Princess."

His voice was so stern, so demanding. My big brother wanted me to sit up. So I sighed and did, my face wet with tears. I couldn't look at him.

He grabbed my glasses off my nightstand and placed them gently on my face. The world grew sharper. Then he lifted my chin, his dark eyes staring into mine. "Princess, you know I love you."

"You love Sara!" The words screeched out of me. "You love her big boobs and her ass and her lips and...and...."

"I do, Princess." His thumb stroked away a falling tear. "But that doesn't mean I don't love your petite body, your tiny tits, and your yummy pussy."

I shook my head. "Yes, it does. You don't like me. Look at me." I glanced down at the pink dress I wore. "Everything I own is so girly. And Sara... She's so grown up."

"And I love that you're so girly." He smiled. "You're my little sister, Princess. I want that. I like that. I like it when you hold my hand and call me big brother in that cute voice."

I blushed, squirming at the heat in his eyes. "Big brother..."

"I love your petite body and girlish voice and your pigtails." He seized one, twining it about his finger. "I love you."

"But... Sara. You love her."

"I do. And... I think I'm falling in love with you, too, Princess." He took the end of my hair and brushed my face with it.

I smiled at the ticklish end. "You are?"

"I love you both. Not the same. I could never love you both the same. You're two different persons. I love different things about you. But you're my princess, and she's my queen. You're both special to me."

"And Mom? And Janhvi?" I swallowed. "What about Nidhhi and her big tits?"

"I'll never love Nidhhi," he laughed. "I'll fuck her." His grin grew horny. "I'm looking forward to fucking her cock-teasing ass. But I won't love her. Or Janhvi. Or Mom. Or Aunt Shruti. Not the way I love you and Sara."

I sniffed, feeling suddenly so foolish.

"So you're okay with that?" he asked. "Me loving Sara and you?"

I nodded my head. "She's my big sister." I leaned against him. "And you're my big brother."

"Awww," someone sighed.

I jumped. Sara leaned in the doorway watching us, a big smile on her lips. She had stripped out of her clothing, her shaved pussy glistening. I really needed to shave mine. All of it. I wouldn't have a landing strip like Sara, but completely bare. Then I would look even more girlish. I bet Cherry would really like that.

Cherry leaned in and kissed me as Sara moved into the room. I shuddered at the feel of his strong lips on mine. My eyes closed, feeling how much he loved me. How much I loved him. My heart beat so fast beneath my blouse.

The bedsprings creaked as Sara sank down beside us. She reached out, stroking my face. I broke the kiss with Cherry, licking my lips, then leaned in and kissed my big sister on the lips. Her arm slipped around both of us, her lips hot and soft, so different from Cherry.

I smiled when I broke the kiss. "Maybe..." I whispered. "Maybe, I love you, Sara. You're my big sis."

"And I love you, Cupcake," she smiled. The tip of her nose brushed mine. "Now, what do you say we all go piss on Janhvi? She's been such a brat."

"Yes," I said, nodding my head. She had been. When we were younger, we were close. But Janhvi, who was only a few months older than me, discovered sports while I found books. And then I was a nerd. Janhvi and her friends, especially Carmelita, liked to pick on me. They were such bullies. "It was so much fun watching you two spank her. And..." I squirmed, feeling my full bladder. "I want to pee all over her. She deserves it. She's so mean to me."

"She is?" Cherry frowned.

"Her and Carmelita bully me during PE." Ananya swallowed. "We all have the same class."

"I know that bitch," Sara hissed. "She's in my History class."

"Well," Cherry grinned. "Janhvi wants to be humiliated, let's give it to her."

"That was beautiful," Mom moaned. She, too, was naked and watching us, tears burning in her eyes. "Sir, you are a wonderful son."

"Thanks, Mom," Cherry said, shifting his shoulders with embarrassment.

I couldn't help giggling with Sara at his discomfort. He was Mom's master, but that didn't change the fact that he was still her son, and all mothers seemed to have the ability to embarrass their children, even Cherry.

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Janhvi

I trembled in the bathtub naked. The white surface--was it porcelain or some other material--was cold on my skin. Goose-pimples covered my arms and shaved legs. My pussy dripped with Cherry's cum. I shoved my hands between my thighs, scooping the gunk and brought it to my lips.

What did it taste like?

I licked it. I tasted my tangy musk faintly, but the salty flavor was far stronger. I moaned, sucking on my fingers, loving the taste. I shuddered and shoved my fingers down again, rubbing at my wet pussy, gathering more of his cum to bring it to my greedy lips.

I was so wet. They were going to piss on me. My cheeks burned with shame almost as much as my ass throbbed with pain. He had spanked me so hard. He hadn't held back. I could tell I would have bruises. I would feel this pain, reminding me of the consequences of being a brat.

Part of me wanted to continue being a brat.

My heart beat faster. My breasts jiggled as I shifted in the large tub. It was deep and wide, big enough for two or three adults to cuddle into. I wonder if my mom, Aunt Shriya, and Uncle Chandu--no, he was my dad; I was still shocked to learn that--would slip in here and have long, hot baths. No wonder our two families lived side-by-side. Uncle Chandu--Dad--wanted to keep both his women close to him.

"Well, don't you just look eager," Aunt Shriya said as she walked in naked, her bleached-blonde hair bouncing about her shoulders, her huge tits jiggling. She had the biggest tits in the family, large and pillowy, with fat, dark-red nipples. Nidhhi and my mom's tits were a close second and third--I wasn't sure whose were bigger--then Sara, me, and Ananya.

That nerd had the tiniest tits. They were practically nonexistent.

"I am eager," I said. I swallowed. "Is something wrong with me, Aunt Shriya? I want this. Even though it makes me feel so humiliated, like I'm just a filthy, dirty, disgusting girl."

"You are."

Her words made me shudder.

"And you love it. You're wired to crave this. Your mother is, too. She's more of a pain and humiliation slut then I am. Your father used to cover her tits in clothespins then fuck her pussy and piss in her cunt when he was done, washing out his cum."

"Wow," I breathed "I had no idea Mom was so kinky."

"Everyone is kinky in their own ways." Aunt Shriya unfolded the tripod I hadn't noticed in her hand, the legs extending the locking with loud clicks.

I blinked "Aunt Shriya?"

"Oh, well, we're recording this. Cherry wants all your friends to see. Especially Carmelita."

My eyes widened. "What?" My pussy clenched. They would all know. It would be humiliating. Everyone would laugh at me, tease me. And Carmelita would be the worst. She was such a bully. My body shuddered. I shoved a hand between my thighs, rubbing at my pussy. "He wouldn't."

She arched an eyebrow.

"He would. Oh, my god, he would." My pussy clenched, and I rubbed harder at my hot flesh. "Holy shit."

"You can walk out of the tub right now," she said, attaching the digital camcorder. She opened the flip screen on the side. The red light flashed on. "If you don't want to do this, just leave. It's your choice."

I stared at the camera, my jaw chattering. Everyone would know I was filthy. My cheeks burned with shame. I swallowed as Cherry, Ananya, and Sara walked in naked, his cock thrusting hard before him. It was so thick.

"I'm ready," I croaked, startled. All my friends would see this? Carmelita. She was a bitch. She was so cruel to anyone that crossed her. I stayed on her good side to avoid her bullying. I glanced at Ananya, her arms cross, her cute, girlish face fierce.

I swallowed. She hated how we bullied her in PE, making fun of her small tits. I really only did it because Carmelita did it. Ananya grinned and said, "I just drank a big glass of water."

I nodded, shuddering.

"We're all ready, sir," smiled Aunt Shriya. "Camera's recording."

"Good," Cherry growled and stepped forward. "Janhvi, you are a fucking brat. You deserve this. Open that fucking mouth wide, whore. You're a piss slut. A fucking dirty, filthy piece of shit."

I shuddered, rubbing harder at my pussy at his words. I was so filthy. So disgusting. My pussy clenched beneath my fingers as I opened my mouth wide, my tongue sticking out. I wanted this. Oh, god, I wanted this. The camera was pointed right at me. Everyone would see what a filthy thing I was.

Everyone.

I almost came.

Cherry seized my short hair hard. He jerked my face towards his cock. Sara pressed up behind him, her arms reaching around his torso, and grabbed his dick. Her small hands wrapped about his girth. Her grinning face peered over his shoulder. She had to be standing on her tiptoes to do that.

"Oh, I love holding Cherry's cock as he pisses," Sara purred. "Every morning, slut, you'll drink his morning pee. That's what you are. His piss slut."

"Yes," Ananya hissed, her pigtails swaying as she nodded her head. Her nipples were hard thrusting from her little breasts. "Do it, big brother. Piss on her!"

"Yes," Cherry groaned.

He peed.

I tried not to flinch as the powerful, acrid stream of urine splashed into my open mouth. I groaned, the bitter liquid sloshing about my mouth. I swallowed it, my mouth closing to gulp his down. His piss splattered across my chin and cheeks. I felt it drip down to my throat, making me feel so dirty, so filthy.

The camera's red light blinked. Everyone would see this. Everyone would know I was a whore.

I rubbed harder at my pussy as Sara moved his cock around, splashing his piss across my face. I closed my eyes as the warm urine washed across my forehead, soaking the roots of my hair. It poured down my cheeks to my neck, then to my round breasts. Other streams poured down my back, reaching my spine, racing to my ass.

"That's it, you filthy slut," groaned Cherry, pleasure crossing his face as he released his bladder. "You're just my filthy cunt. My slave. I own you and can do anything to you."

"Yes," I moaned, rubbing so hard at my pussy, my fingers flying through my folds. Then I plunged my fingers into my cunt for the first time, my hole opened by his cock. "I am. Your cunt, Cherry. Your slave!"

"That's right," moaned Sara. "We'll brand you. We'll have you marked permanently A tramp stamp. Cherry's Sex Slave."

"Yes, yes, yes," I moaned as Sara pointed his cock at my mouth.

I opened wide, swallowing the last of his piss. The final spurts squirted out as I frigged my pussy so hard. His piss tasted so nasty. I swallowed it, my pussy clenching. I was such a filthy whore. A nasty girl. Pleasure rippled out of my cunt. My head snapped back.

"Yes, yes, yes," I screamed as I came, the camera recording my pleasure at my humiliation. My stomach was so warm, his piss filling my belly. "Oh, my god, I'm your whore, Cherry. Your filthy slave. Tattoo me. Mark me. Do what every you want to me!"

"Now suck the tip of his dick," moaned Sara. "Clean off every drop."

Cumming, I leaned forward and latched onto the thick tip of Cherry's dick, my lips spread so wide. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked. My tongue flicked across the tip of his dick, gathering the last drops, savoring each one of them.

"That's it, little slut," moaned Aunt Shriya as she climbed into the tub. "Time to drink more. Mmm, my niece is such a nasty whore." She seized my hair, yanking me off Cherry's dick and turning me in the tube. Piss dribbled down my body, rolling across my stomach as I kept frigging my spasming cunt.

"So nasty," Cherry growled. "Piss in the brat's mouth, Mom. She wants to drink it all."

"Yes," I moaned. "I'm a nasty slut. Do it, Aunt Shriya."

"Your mother is going to love this video," Aunt Shriya moaned before yanking my mouth to her pussy by my hair.

I pressed against her trimmed, black pubic hairs, her true color. She smeared her hot cunt against my lips and then groaned. She shuddered, her piss splashing into my mouth. There was so much streaming out of her. I couldn't swallow it fast enough. It overflowed my mouth, spilling down my chin and cheeks. Hers had a stronger flavor than Cherry's, bitterer.

My pussy clenched on my fingers as I gulped and drank her down. Out of the corner of my eye, I stared at Cherry's hard dick as Sara stroked it. Ananya came up to his side, her hand joining my sister's, fisting his dick as he watched me with hungry eyes.

He loved it. I was his filthy slut.

Another orgasm rippled through me as I gulped down Aunt Shriya's nasty pee. I was such a freak. Such a filthy freak. My fingers churned through my pussy, ripples of bliss shooting through me. I shuddered.

"Oh, yes, you are a delicious pee slut," panted Aunt Shriya. "I can't wait for you and your mother to share this joy. We'll all piss on you."

"Yes," growled Cherry. "Now lick my mom's pussy clean."

I didn't hesitate. I had never wanted to be with a girl, but being forced to lick my aunt's pussy, to clean the piss from the folds of her cunt, and taste her spicy musk made me shudder. Another orgasm rippled through me as I devoured my aunt's cunt.

I couldn't stop cumming. The shame propelled my lusts.

She moaned above me, her large tits jiggling as she leaned back against the wall. Her pussy ground on my face, smearing hot cunt across my lips. Her pussy lips were so thick. I lapped at them, exploring them, searching for every drop of pee.

"That's it, you little slut," growled Cherry. "That's how you clean a pussy after you've drank a woman's piss. Every morning, me and Sara will expect you kneeling in the shower to drink our morning piss. Every morning, slut. You hear me, you little piece of shit?"

"Yes," I moaned between licks. "Oh, god, yes!"

Rapture flooded through me. My body shuddered and heaved as my fingers kept fucking through my folds, driving me wild, keeping my orgasm alive as I lapped at Aunt Shriya's spicy pussy. The more I licked the more I liked it.

"Everyone's watching you be a filthy whore," hissed Sara. "My little sister is the biggest cunt in the world."

"She is," Ananya moaned. "You're such a bitch, Janhvi."

Hearing quiet Ananya spout out those words made me shudder. Her eyes were so fierce behind her glasses. She was so eager for this. And so was I. I had been so mean to my cousin--no, remember, she was my half-sister--and I had to make it up to her.

"Oh, god, you little slut," hissed Aunt Shriya. "My fucking niece is a budding dyke. Oh, god, yes!"

A new flood of juices poured into my mouth, delicious, spicy pussy cream. It was so much better than piss yet didn't make my cunt as hot. I drank it down, reveling that I made my aunt cum for the cameras.

Everyone at school would know once Cherry showed this video off. Shit.

"Your turn, baby girl," Aunt Shriya moaned, stepping out of the tub, her large tits heaving. "Damn, she eats pussy with gusto."

"Good," Ananya said as she stepped in, her barely budding tits jiggling. She had wispy, brown hair covering her pussy. A fresh aroma filled my nose. I didn't hesitate to bury my face into her cunt and find her urethra, latching on.

Cherry moved. He climbed into the tub behind me. His cock smacked my ass, dragging down into my crack before finding my pussy. I ripped my fingers out, making room for his dick, and groaned as he rammed it into me.

"You made me so fucking hard, slut," he growled. "You're just a whore You'll do anything. Just a freak."

My pussy clenched on his dick, and I moaned into Ananya's cunt. She trembled, pushing up her glasses as she looked down at me. I stared into her brown eyes while her fresh pussy juices dribbled into my mouth.

"Do it, Princess," Cherry groaned as he drew his cock back through my folds, the friction making my body tremble.

"Yes, big brother," Ananya screamed.

Her piss spurted into my mouth. She groaned, hands rubbing her belly, her entire body shaking. Her urine gushed into my mouth. There was so much pressure. Her stream splashed against my tonsils. I groaned, swallowing as fast as I could as Cherry rammed his dick over and over into my cunt. I trembled, rocking back into his thrusts.

"That's it, piss in her mouth, Cupcake," hissed Sara. "Drown the little bitch!"

"Yes," snarled Cherry, slamming his cock into me, his groin smacking into my well-spanked ass.

I moaned in pain and pleasure, my hips rocking back as I gulped down Ananya's piss. Hers had almost no flavor, so light and delicious. I swallowed as fast as I could, drinking her diluted piss as she shuddered, small fingers massaging her belly.

Her stream slowed. I gulped it down, my belly bursting with piss. I shuddered, my tongue sliding out, lapping at her tight slit. Her pussy was so different from Aunt Shriya's. No thick, protruding pussy lips, but a tight cunt that my tongue had to burrow into to find her folds.

"Yes," she moaned her eyes fluttering. "Yes, that's it. Oh, you were such a meanie to me, Janhvi. You and Carmelita. Always so horrid." Her fingers flexed. Then her hands snatched out, grabbing my black hair, holding me in place. "So lick my pussy, meanie! Make me cum for being so terrible."

"For being a bitch," growled Cherry as he pounded me, driving my lips tight into our little sister's cunt.

"Yes, yes, such a meanie bitch," she moaned in her girlish voice, pigtails dancing as her head tossed back and forth. "Lick my pussy and make me cum!"

She ground on me as Cherry ponded me. I moaned pain and pleasure into her cunt, savoring Cherry's hard thrusts. My ass burned with each slapping impact of his groin. I loved it. I rocked, my body covered in piss. I could taste it in my mouth mixed with Ananya's fresh musk.

Another orgasm built in me, churned by Cherry's hard cock and the piss swelling my belly. I had so much in me. I felt so full of the nasty stuff. I shuddered and groaned, rocking back and forth, my tongue flailing through Ananya's tight snatch.

"Grind on her face, Cupcake," moaned Sara. My older sister rubbed at her pussy, her hazel eyes so hard. She licked her lips, eager to piss in my mouth. "Make the bitch apologize with her tongue."

"Yes, big sister," moaned Ananya. Her hips ground her pussy on my mouth. "Oh, big brother, I'm going to cum on her mean lips. She said such terrible things. She called me a flat-chested nerd. Said my glasses made me look retarded. That I dressed like I was in the first grade."

"Bitch," growled Cherry, fucking me even harder. "Make her cum!"

I found Ananya's clit. I sucked hard on it. My little sister bucked and moaned, her tiny tits jiggling. Her nipples were so hard and pink and suckable. My cunt clenched on Cherry's thrusting dick as my excitement built and built.

Ananya's head snapped back. Her pigtails danced. Fresh juices flooded my mouth. She gasped and moaned, heaving as she came. Her voice echoed through the bathroom She wiggled against the wall, rubbing her hot flesh on my pussy.

"Oh, you meanie," she panted. "You bully. Oh, yes. That's it. Oh, you're such a cunt, Janhvi. But you made me cum so I forgive you!"

* * *

 

[hotaks]

Sara

"My turn, sis," I grinned at Janhvi as I helped the trembling Ananya step out of the tub. "And my bladder is just bursting."

"Yes," Janhvi moaned, rocking back into Cherry's thrust. He fucked her so hard, looking so strong and powerful.

I stepped into the bathtub, my bladder truly bursting. It was so hard to hold it watching everyone else piss in her mouth. But now it was my turn. My bratty, bitch of a little sister deserved this. Her face was covered in drying piss, her black hair matted to her cheeks, her eyes glazed, pussy cream coating her mouth.

I seized her black hair. "You're just the lowest thing in the world," I told her. "Just fucking scum, Janhvi."

"Yes!" she moaned, her eyes growing glossy. She shuddered and bucked.

"Damn, she's cumming," moaned Cherry. "Piss in her mouth, Sara."

"Fuck her ass," I grinned at him.

He laughed and ripped his cock out of Janhvi's pussy. It dripped with her juices. My sister shuddered, still cumming, as I seized her black hair. Oh, it felt so wonderful to yank her mouth to my pussy. I was a submissive for Cherry, but with Janhvi, I was dominant.

Was that unusual?

"Holy shit," Janhvi gasped into my cunt as Cherry rammed his cock into her asshole. He slammed against her asscheeks. She yelped, her flesh jiggling as he drew back and slammed in. "Oh, my god, that hurts! I love it."

I leaned against the wall, treasuring this moment. I stared into Cherry's dark eyes, burning with his hunger. He smiled at me, nodding his head as he plowed her asshole. I groaned, released my bladder, and unleashed the flood.

I trembled, groaning as my piss flowed out of my cunt. A hot stream splashing into the brat's mouth. It was almost orgasmic, better than any piss I had experienced. My entire body tingled as I humped my hips, spraying my pee all across her face. I just didn't piss in her mouth, I let my urine coat her cheeks and chin, to dribble down to her breasts as she rocked and moaned, bucking into Cherry's thrusts.

"That's it, you little whore," I gasped, my pussy on fire. I was so excited hearing my urine splash across her face. More ran hot down my thighs. I didn't care. "Drink it. Revel in it, whore."

"Yes," she moaned.

"God, that's so fucking hot," Cherry panted. "Piss on her face. Use the fucking slut."

"Just like you're using her ass," I moaned, my body trembling. The final spurt of piss splashed into my sister's mouth. "Now lick me clean! Make me cum, bitch!"

It was so wonderful to humiliate her, to make her drink my piss and feel her tongue lap at my folds, licking up all the drops of my piss that had splashed into her cunt. I groaned and shuddered, grinding so hardon her mouth. Ananya and Aunt Shriya fingered each other's cunts while they watched, the camera recording.

We weren't going to show anyone outside the family this video--we didn't want to get Aunt Shriya in trouble--but Janhvi didn't know that. She did this thinking Cherry would show it off to her friends, humiliate her.

She was such a slut. I loved it.

Her tongue brushed my clit. My pussy was so on fire, my body trembling with such excitement, I gasped in shock as my orgasm exploded in my depths. It came on me so quickly, only a few licks of her tongue and my pussy walls spasmed.

My juices squirted into her hungry mouth. I stared at Cherry, loving the slap of his groin into her spanked ass as she drank my cum. I shuddered, grinding harder and harder. My moans and gasps echoed through the room. My head tossed back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes, Cherry. Oh, my god. This is so hot. Fuck her ass. Fuck my bitch-sister's ass while she drinks my cream."

"Fuck," he grunted, face twisting in pleasure. "Fuck!"

And then he slammed into my sister's asshole. His body shook as he dumped his cum into the little slut's mouth. I leaned forward, grinding my hot flesh on his mouth, and seized his hair. We kissed so hard, both of us using Janhvi for our pleasure.

It was wonderful. My sister was made for this. We would do such nasty things to her. Together!

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Cherry

I broke the kiss with Sara, Janhvi's ass milking the last drops of cum from my balls. The air reeked of piss. I reached behind me, turning on the faucet. Water hissed, cold at first, splashing around my feet, but warming up.

"You are one nasty slut, Janhvi," Cherry grinned. "Time to clean you up. Mmm, I can't wait until your mom gets home. She's the first person who gets to see your video."

Janhvi looked at me over her shoulder, face smeared with piss and pussy cream. I wanted to see her like that all the time. "Yes," she hissed. "If that's what you want. You own me, Cherry."

Damn, that was hot. Her ass clenched so hard on my cock. I loved our family. Next Aunt Shriya, then Nidhhi. I couldn't wait to have my cock-teasing, older sister finally pay for wearing those skimpy shorts, flashing that beautiful cameltoe at me every chance she could.

I flipped on the shower, warm water crashing over us. Mom and Ananya slipped in. Four naked, beautiful, submissive women. My women. My family. I loved being the man of the house.

To be continued...