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The next morning, when the train halted, another couple came and occupied the other two vacant berths in our compartment. They also looked to be newlywed. Sunil, being a salesman by nature, quickly introduced himself to Adnan, and Adnan introduced his wife as Tamanna. Adnan was a Software Engineer working at a MNC in Seepz. Tamanna, just like me, had a degree in B.Sc (Computers) and an MCA. Adnan had taken a flat in Ghatkopar, which Sunil explained was very close to our place. We quickly became friends and exchanged numbers and contact details.

Tamanna and I spent most of the time together in the journey, gossiping and sharing our aspirations and expectations of our new life in Mumbai. Adnan had studied Computer Engineering at NIT Rourkela, and Sunil and he quickly found some common friends, who they called up on their cell phones and were cracking jokes and making merry. At Hyderabad, some of Adnan's friends and some of their spouses came to greet them at the station. They brought bouquets and sweet boxes and Adnan introduced his friends to us as well. Very soon, it was like we had known each other for long.

Adnan's friends had brought some chilled beer as well, which I saw one of them pushing under the lower berth. Sunil had been having beer at the reception. Adnan offered it to him, Sunil looked at me and I smiled back. Tamanna was taking a sip or two from Adnan's bottle and Sunil offered his bottle to me to taste. I had never tasted beer before and I was willing to try. I sipped and almost gagged at the bitter taste. "How can you drink such foul tasting liquid", I spluttered. Tamanna laughed and replied, that soon, one gets to enjoy both the taste and the effect. I took a few more sips, and after finishing a couple of bottles, we were getting hungry.

Tamanna's mother had packed lunch for them, and she forced us to share it, saying that her mother always packed extra to share in trains. I could make out that she was a genuine person, who had no pretences. She was shorter than I, with a nice pretty countenance, may have been about 32B-22-34, with wider hips and rounded buttocks. Adnan was about my height, maybe an inch taller, also of similar darkish complexion like Tamanna. He was not as well muscled as my Sunil, but he was not a slob. They seemed as a well matched pair, and Tamanna's affection for Adnan was shown in the way she served him at lunch, and at other times, rubbing the back of his neck.

Adnan brought out a pack of cards and we amused ourselves by playing rummy for some time. Sunil and I were not as good as they, but Tamanna was the best, beating us all with her quick skill in setting the cards. A couple of rounds, when she would drop her hand, she would help me by giving tips and sometimes even playing for me. I soon stopped playing and lay on the berth, with my head in Sunil's lap. They finished a couple more bottles of beer, and soon it was tea time.

I brought out some typical snacks which my mother had packed for the journey and passed it around. I noticed that Tamanna was a little tipsy from the beer she had, but Sunil and Adnan seemed fine. She soon placed her head in Adnan's lap and dozed off, with Adnan stroking her hair gently. I felt a little jealous that Sunil had not done the same to me when I had my head in his lap.

I move closer to Sunil and he placed his hand on my waist and drew me closer. With Tamanna, gently snoring in his lap, he was looking at me in an appraising sort of way. He was also squeezing Tamanna's boobs, when I was looking away. They were both chatting animatedly about the recently concluded IPL final between Mumbai Indians and Chennai Super Kings, which it seems both of them had watched live and the upcoming Triangular Series in Zimbabwe. Soon I too dozed off, and Sunil adjusted me cosily in his lap as well.

They had ordered dinner, which was served at Solapur, which was the usual railway thali. We were woken up by our husbands, and we went together to the toilet to freshen up and wash the sleep off our faces, and straighten our hair. Adnan and Sunil stepped out of the train to stretch their legs, and buy some fruit and bottled water.We passed a couple of hours eating and chatting and then decided to turn in.

I nudged Sunil, and Tamanna did the same to Adnan, to give privacy, and the men stepped outside. Tamanna and I quickly changed into our simple cotton nighties. She had a pale blue one, while mine was red with flowers. That evening, we retired in a respectful way, the girls in the lower berths and the boys in the upper ones. We were a little shy of trying anything openly, though I seemed to have noticed Tamanna winking at Adnan.

In the middle of the night, I awakened to go for a pee, and I noticed that Tamanna was not in her berth. Standing up I went out and was back soon. After I was back, my eyes had gotten used to the darkness and peering about in the dim blue glow of the nightlight, I could make out two forms tightly asleep in the other upper berth. I climbed up to Sunil's berth and poked him awake, with a finger to my lips. He cuddled me and we resumed where we had left off last night. For fear of breaking the bunk, we did not dare to do anything more adventurous than hand jobs to each other.

We reached Mumbai, by morning, the train was running a couple of hours late. We said our goodbyes to soina and Adnan, promising to keep in touch after settling down. We took a taxi to our new abode. I was to start life now after marriage, in Mumbai as Mrs Manasi Sahoo. His company was having a large campus, at Vikhroli, a suburb, with factories, offices, staff quarters and other amenities. Here we were sheltered from bustle of the big city, yet were just a short drive away from the city, if we needed anything. Sunil's company had provided a official residence for us on campus. It was a nice two bedroom flat, on the top floor, with trees all around the residential area, affording shade and greenery. There was a nice terrace, which was available for us to use to relax in the evenings.

He had made arrangements to have the flat cleaned up, before arrival. As he opened the door, he drew me in, and lifting me up bodily, carried me to the bedroom, and soon we were making frantic love on the bed that was ours hereon. It was a 10 minute quickie, as we released the passion that we had to hold back on the train journey. Tearing our garments off, he took me standing, my legs around his hips, he thrusting his man rod into my woman socket.

Fast and furious this was, and something that burst in me that here i was helpless, dangling from my man with my hands locked behind his neck, as he kept spearing and skewering into me. Being a new place, and in our own privacy, I found in myself a growing desire for bodily pleasures. I felt liberated. I wet his cock with my juices, as he pushed me against the wall, to hold me as he spent himself in a hard shot against the back of my cave. We collapsed in a heap on the bed, and slept for some time.

Our married life started on a fantastic note and was a great time for both of us and he used to shower a lot of affection on me and I was very happy with him too. Our sexual life was fun filled and and he used to satisfy me in sex very much. Whenever he would make moves for sex, I would agree to his requests promptly. In this manner, over two delightful years passed.

We fucked each other gloriously and made every effort to satisfy each other's urges as best as we knew and we could. I had no doubt that Sunil loved me with all his heart and in every way he would make my life in Mumbai, despite all his work issues, as comfortable for me as he could. Gradually, I became bolder in sexual advances, and would often make the first move and ask him for sex instead of him asking first. He brought me books with erotic stories, which I used to read in the afternoons in bed. One was the Kamasutra, with pictures of all the various positions of love making.

Sunil was bringing a decent income, which made sure that we never were in want of the small luxuries in life. We gradually settled into a routine, where we had wonderful sex and a great domestic comfortable life, which he provided and I managed the homestead. After we had settled down, Adnan had fixed Tamanna and I up with assignments with a software startup company being promoted by his friends, and we used to work from home mostly, except for occasional trips to their development center at Andheri.

We used to meet Tamanna and Adnan quite regularly, at least twice a month, once at our house and once at theirs, sometimes for dinner at new restaurants for about a year till they moved away to the UAE, where Adnan was posted on a long term contract. After Tamanna left, I was continuing to work from home for the same company and had shown my skills and was now managing a team of ten, on a key assignment. I was also helping to build up our family savings with the income that I was bringing, which gave me a lot of pride.

On weekends, Sunil would take me for a movie and shopping followed by a nice dinner at a decent restaurant, and on the two wheeler rides at nite, I would hug him and press myself to him from the pillion, and excite him enough to have him in a raging sexual mood to ravish me and fulfill my sex needs long into that night after we reached home. I always addressed him as Arya, meaning My Lord, and he addressed me as my flower.

Our sex life was never boring, though it was largely traditional but extremely passionate and fulfilling. One day, we measured his erect cock, and it was a little over 7 inches long when fully hard and about a four and a half inches in girth. It was fun when we went and purchased a six inch school scale, a he got his ling hard and I held the scale against his pubic bone. I could guess that my pussy was a little less deep, as I could feel the end of his cock in my depths during fucking. He would fondle my boobs, kiss me all over, except my pussy.

As I had never been to Mumbai before, Sunil used to take me out on weekends to the beach, to the sights of the city. One weekend while returning from a movie, we were drenched in the monsoon downpour, that Mumbai is known for, and were returning home in wet clothes. It was still raining heavily when we reached our campus. We were both excited at riding wet together, and my hand found Sunil's cock, as I clung to him from the pillion of the two wheeler. I was stroking it slowly and feeling it grow harder and harder, thru the wet cloth of his trouser. We were passing thru a wooded park area, which was part of the campus.

" ... Let's fuck now... Right Now... Right Here...", I whispered to Sunil. Sunil was amazed, but I could sense that he was excited and willing to risk it. Are you sure, he asked. "Yes, Yes", I urged, "In the park, no one can see from the road in the bushes" . The downpour was unabated. Sunil stopped the two wheeler, and we scurried into the park, and right there in the mud, between some ornamental bushes, we stopped, breathless, and clasped at each other, letting the first rush of the thrill of imminent mating, run over us.

I lay down on the muddy grass, and Sunil straddled me, the rain soaked earth embracing us as well in her divine love. We were enacting perhaps the same desire that a primeval man and woman might have done, millennia ago, mating each other, maybe in the same spot. What else could have prompted us into this frenzied lovemaking!!

I lifted my skirt, and Sunil undid his trousers and pulled down his underwear. His cock was hard, very hard. He was getting ready to fuck me in the rain. We did not care for spoiling our clothes, they could be washed clean later. We darent make too much sound, however there was no one around in any case.

Sunil was sliding his now erect and stiff manhood between my legs, sliding back and forth between my thighs. I whimpered in urgency, and grabbed him around the hips and pulled him and held him, he hard and hot in my wet cunt. "Fuck me" I demanded, my voice barely audible in the sound of the rain.

Sunil grinned and kissed me on my lips and said, "Kajal, Kajal, I am happy to do what you ask". Sunil slowly pistoning his cock into my pussy, trying to tease me at first, then started fucking faster and deeper. Sunil was shoving his dick faster and faster, and I tried my level best to bite back my screams of pleasure.

I pressed my feet hard against the ground, and grabbed Sunil and pulled him deeper into me. We both moaned loudly. Sunil tugged at my hair as I let out a muffled scream into his shoulder. I kissed him and bit his neck and shoulder gently, as he shoved faster in and out of me. I had to bite my lip hard to hold back another scream.

A few seconds later I came hard, my whole body froze, and my breathing stopped momentarily, then started again, coming out in gasps. Sunil slowed down waiting for me to catch my breath, as he continued to move firmly in and out of me, I could feel every inch of Sunil's still hard dick inside me, and my whole body tensed up again and I was blown away by my second orgasm, and Sunil shot his man juice hard into me as he thrust in deep and collapsed on me. We were muddied, wet, on the grass, rain water flowing, and we relaxed, and enjoyed the afterglow of our adventurous lovemaking in the outdoors.

I never felt any lack of affection from Sunil, and he was always there for me to take care of my every need, in all planes, of homely comfort, emotional peace and sexual need. I was looking to a life ahead of a traditional homemaker, and a doting mother to our future progeny, and leading a life of domestic tranquility and mutual desire for each other.

The duties of a wife are described well in this ancient shloka, which outlines the qualities an ideal wife should possess.

'Karyeshu Dasi, Karaneshu Manthri;

Bhojeshu Mata, Shayaneshu Rambha,

Roopeshu Lakshmi, Kshamayeshu Dharitri,

Shat dharmayukta, Kuladharma Pathni'

In short, an ideal consort should strive for six virtues

Be like a servant in doing the chores of the house

Give intelligent advice like a minister to her husband

Serve food to the husband as lovingly as a mother feeds her son

Give pleasure like a courtesan in the bedroom

Beautiful like Maha Lakshmi

Have the forbearance and tolerance of Mother Earth

I was determined to be all of the above, in my love and devotion to my husband and lord, Sunil

This last May, one day while cleaning the house, I found a memory chip in our wardrobe. Upon inserting it into my laptop to view the contents, I was shocked out of my senses. There were some videos saved, which I can never tolerate. I viewed each video one by one, and there was a girl, who was kissing my husband. They were in a hotel room, kissing each other, and then Sunil removed her top and her jeans as well. She had her hands inside Sunil's trousers and was fondling and playing with his dick.

Soon, Sunil had her stripped completely naked and he was cuddling and squeezing her boobs and had his tongue on her cunt and was licking it. And that girl was holding Sunil's cock and sucking away at it. They continued their hunger and lust for each other for some time with their mouths on each other's sexes. The picture was a bit out of focus at times and soon blurred. I could hear some shouts of pleasure, perhaps they had climaxed sucking and licking each other. The audio was finally blurred out and stopped at the end of the file. In another, he was taking her doggy style. In one more she was riding him, her breasts pendulating as she swayed and romped on his dock.

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There were some 25 or so videos, and looking at their timestamps, I realised they were some before our marriage and a few from about six months ago and the most recent one was just a fortnight ago. I saw all the videos, one by one, having sorted them by date. My head was reeling and I was giddy. I was very upset and angry at what I had discovered and at the same time I was excited and aroused with all their erotic playing about. Mostly because, Sunil never licked and sucked me and he was doing the very same thing to that bitch in the videos.

That evening, when Sunil returned from the office, I did not speak to him at all. He did not seem to notice anything unusual and switched on the TV to watch an IPL match. We had our dinner without exchanging a word, and at about 10pm I went to bed. HE came in after a half hour, after the match was completed. After he lay down on the bed, I asked him, "Sunil, will you do what I ask?". "Whatever you ask, I will do, mere phool", he replied. "I want you to lick my pussy, Sunil", I said.

He looked at me with surprise writ on his face. I knew that he would not lick my cunt, because quite a few time when I tried to suck his cock or take his mouth to my cunt, he would refuse saying that it was dirty to do so. Soon, Sunil said, "Have you gone crazy? I will never do this. I told you many times", and started scolding me. I fumed off the bed angrily and switched on the laptop and started playing the videos on the memory chip. "Here, you are licking that whore's pussy", I pointed out. "A whore's pussy is what you desire? What is wrong with my pussy? It is definitely cleaner that that bitch's cunt", I went on and on in a tirade.

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He started sweating as soon as he realised that I had seen them all, and was avoiding direct eye contact with me.Then he begged, "Kaju, please forgive me, this will not happen ever again. I will do anything you say, please don't tell anyone about this". I will lick your cunt, please, I will lick it to your fullest satisfaction, and moved towards me. "Fuck off", I said, "I don't want to get my precious cunt licked by your dirty mouth", though internally I was looking forward to his tongue dribbling away my pussy and lapping my clit.

 

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He was sweating profusely and even trembling when I was looking at him. He kept his face down most of the time, and whenever he caught my eye, he would fold his hands in supplication. Seeing his misery, I was pitied a bit, but wanted to know more details. I calmed down a bit and asked, "Who was that girl?"

He replied that she was a cousin of his, daughter of his father's sister. She had lost her father tragically in a road accident three years ago. She stayed in a hostel in Mumbai, while studying to be a physiotherapist. That video was taken before our marriage, and at that time we were having an affair with each other. "And I have secretly married her also, because she said she would die if I did not do so", affirmed Sunil, morosely, burying his face in his hands.

Having screwed and enjoyed her, he felt obligated to carry out her wishes. "Out of fear of my parents, I did not reveal this to anyone", he added. His aunt had married against the family's wishes, hence they had disowned her and his father was not on speaking terms with her. He mentioned that he had proposed the marriage to his parents once, but they scolded him sternly.

I asked if he was continuing to fuck her. He looked here and there and I repeated the question, this time a bit loudly. He looked into my eyes, and confirmed that they were still meeting each other and that he was using overnight travel on office work as an excuse to go spend nights with her.

Hearing this confession, I lost my cool again and got wild at his deceitful ways and started abusing him and scolding him. Monkey fucker ... ... Bastard .. How could you have cheated me like this, I shouted ... I will shove a stick in your girlfriends pussy.

I was so enraged with him, that I threatened to call my parents and his parents and tell them the whole episode of him and his bitch. I stormed out of the bedroom, and wept for a long time in the kitchen. Sunil rushed after me, in a protective manner, and stood there, at the door, all the time, in case I was going to do anything drastic. I kept up my accusations, and slept on the kitchen floor for that night, the next day and the next night.

Sunil was extremely worried at my attitude, and kept asking for forgiveness. He called for pizza and requested me to eat something. I threw the pizza on his face on his face, and told him to give it to his bitch.

Seeing my anger and reaction, he fell down on his knees and started sobbing and soon was weeping like a baby. I suddenly felt very bad for him. I noticed genuine concern in him, and genuine repentance. Feeling for him, in a while, I cooled down, and I thought to myself, he is my husband, and I can't treat him in this way. I was reminded of the sixth virtue, of having forbearance like Mother Earth.

"Kshamayeshu Dharitri, Kshamayeshu Dharitri, Kshamayeshu Dharitri", kept ringing in my ears.

Since he is getting pleasure with her, I should join and share his joy and pleasure, for everyone's benefit. I was hugging my knees and sobbing at the thought of having to share my lord with another. He came and sat on the kitchen floor a few feet away, not daring to come closer.

I looked up at him with my tear stained face and I asked him her name and he replied that her name was Samantha. I ordered him to call her up right then and there and to talk openly to her. I felt a surprising increase in my power and control, and my cunt got moist. Being in control was getting me hot.

Sunil hesitated a bit and muttered "Please, let's keep her out, I will sort it out. It is quite late now".

"No!!", I commanded, "Do what I say, and don't disobey me anymore", as my choot (cunt) started on a slow drip.

Sunil looked here and there, and finally reached for his mobile phone and fumbling at the keypad managed to nervously dial her number

Sunil - Hello Samantha... [ in a quaking voice ]

Samantha - Hiiiii love, how are you ... How come you thought of me at this late hour .. Is Didi (older sister) not at home ... [ A surprised tone, and I could make out that her voice was sharp and clearly audible to me, as it was quiet in the night ]

Sunil - She is dear, and she has come to know everything about us and our affair [ still nervous and looking at me ]

Samantha - What!!... Oh No ... I am done for ... I am .. I must die [Aghast and shocked and finally desperate at being caught]

Sunil - Nothing will happen, don't be scared. She asked me to call you up ... that is why I have called... [Still quivering and quaking]

I grabbed the phone from Sunil

Me - Hello Samantha, how are you... [ Pleasantly, as if greeting a friend ]

Samantha - N..n..n.. Namaste Didi... [ A bit reassured ]

Me - What is all this, Samantha... [ Firmly, showing who is in charge ]

Samantha - Sorry Didi...I love Sunil very much and I have taken him as my husband, but out of fear for you, I am never able to present myself in front of you... [ Pleading but in a sincere voice ]

Me - Do you love Sunil with a true heart ... [ Inquiringly, without any emotion, as if asking the price of bananas ]

Samantha - I am ready to sacrifice my life for him ... [ In a convincing and believable manner ]

Me - Then Samantha, pack up your stuff, Sunil will come and pick you up... You will stay with us here onwards ...Let me know if you have a problem with that ... [ Commandingly, and in a no defiance way ]

Samantha - Ooohhh Didi ... Really, Didi? ...I will be indebted to you for ever ...I will everything you ask.. I am ready to be your servant maid, your slave .. Please don't separate Sunil from me... [ Submissively and in a very grateful purr ]

Me - No behen (younger sister) ... he is my husband and since you are married to him as well, he is also your husband and we will live together as his wives ... We are sisters ... Okay, you get ready I am sending him to pick you up ... Byyyyyye [ A slight touch of tenderness here ]

I was really turned on by this turn of events and my way of handling it. I drew inspiration from the ancient prescriptions for handling life situations, but had this urge that something had changed in me and for my own fulfillment. "Go now", I told Sunil, "Go and help her pack and get her here", I directed. Sunil was still looking at me nervously, and was unsure of what would be my intentions after Samantha was brought home.

I could sense that confusion in him, and went up to him, and kneeling at his feet and kissing his toes, I told him, "Kshamayeshu Dharitri, I am bound by my duty as your wife, to have the forbearance and tolerance of Mother Earth. Respecting that, I have come up with this solution. Forgive me, if in my lack of self control, I cursed you with bad words. Don't worry, I am going to welcome Samantha in our lives, and she will be your second wife, and my co-wife from now on".

"I promise you I will treat her as a sister and a sister-wife, and you must promise to always obey my direction as the senior wife". Sunil lifted me up, tears flowing down his cheeks, and tears flowed down mine in empathy, and we realised that in the understanding I showed, we saved our love and affection for each other. Not just saved but amplified. And the thrill of my imminent feeling of power and control did just that, a cunt roll.

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While waiting for them to come, I cleaned up the bedroom, and lay fresh bedclothes on it. I placed some fruit on a plate, and some fresh water. I got the jasmine bud tresses that the flower fellow had delivered in the evening for my morning wear, and strew the buds and crumpled a few, to have the jasmine aroma spread over the room.

I freshened up the prayer area, and prepared the welcome articles in a silver plate. Quickly mixing some turmeric and vermillion, and taking a few strands of thicker cotton thread and a couple of larger jasmine buds, I quickly fashioned a mangal sutra, as per the Vedic norms. This would be symbolic of their union, more accurately re-union, till I could get Samantha a real gold mangalsutra. All thru this exercise, I was feeling horny and had warm wetness in my cunt.

Sunil returned home after little over an hour along with Samantha. An auto, accompanied them with Samantha's belongings, as she rode pillion on our two wheeler. She stood uncertainly to the side, as Sunil **censored** off the auto rickshaw fare and picked up her belongings, which were all of two suitcases and some plastic shopping bags, where stuff had been thrown in hastily. She was definitely better looking than the images on the videos. I welcomed Samantha into our home at the doorstep, with the traditional welcome of a plate of incense and burning camphor. I told her that we are co-wives here on, and we are like sisters. And we will service Sunil's needs like co-wives. And he will keep us both satisfied and happy. All will be well.

She immediately fell at my feet, and I could feel her tears washing my toes. "Shush, sister, you should not cry at an auspicious occasion.", I said gently. "These are tears of joy, Didi, I am so grateful to you for your open heart and your acceptance of me. My life is fulfilled and it is yours for anything and everything", wept she, as she grasped my ankles, in genuine gratitude. I went moist again in my cunt. Bending down, I lifted her and embraced her, as her sobbing gradually ceased.

I then told Samantha that tonite was her true wedding night and asked her to go and get ready for the true marital conjugation. I asked Samantha's to have a bath and freshen up to be ready for her conjugal night, even though you have both had your fucking before, in reality, this is your first night.

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I had completed all the arrangements for their first night. And I told Sunil to shower and change into his dress at our wedding. "You will fill her hair parting with vermillion and to place the sacred marriage necklace around her neck", I continued. "Samantha, use the guest bathroom and get ready for your conjugal". Samantha completed her bath and I presented her with a new saree to wear and asked her to use my makeup kit to deck up.

She made use of my cosmetics and came out into the drawing room, resplendent in her real bridal glory. Sunil placed vermillion in her hair parting and placed the sacred marriage necklace around her neck. Samantha opened the packet of sweets, and gave me the first bite, which I took from her hands, and gave the first bite to Sunil, and we shared the rest.

Samantha bent low and touched Sunil's and my feet and requested for our blessings. Samantha then requested me to also get ready and that we would spend the marriage conjugation together as co-wives, and begged me with head on my feet for forgiveness for any pain she had caused me. I felt a sharp short of pain in my heart, but I asked her not to be foolish, and that from the next night, we would all be sharing the same bedroom and the same bed, and to enjoy each other for tonite.

I will be sleeping in the guest room for tonite. Saying that, I took my nightclothes and went to sleep in the guest room.

Though I was behaving extremely cheerfully, I was hurting inside. The thoughts running thru my mind, was that from this day onwards, my husband's love would be shared and be halved. But I also felt intensely turned on by what I had done, and that comforted me somewhat. With these thoughts, I drifted into half sleep. I heard unrestrained and uninhibited squeals and screams of passion from Samantha as Sunil must have been driving his cock into her cunt with my permission. The fact that he was now indebted to me, and that I was now having power, was the key driver which drove me to a mild orgasm by just thinking of it.

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Aiiiiiieeee ... Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeeee ... Aaaaaiiiiaiaaaiiieeeee ... Suuunnniiilllll ... Aaaaahhhhh ... the squeaks continued.

Hearing Samantha yowl and bleat while being screwed by my husband in the adjoining room, caused me to get really wet, and I had no choice but be satisfied by myself with my fingers for the night. Chodo mujhe ... Chodho ... Ghusao lund ... Fuck me ... Fuck ... Shove your dick ... Hearing these words, I longed for Sunil's cock in my cunt, and was tempted to join them, but something restrained me.

In the morning, when I went into the bedroom, to bring them the morning tea, I saw them both naked in bed, in a tight embrace. Sunil's cock was still in Samantha's cunt. I felt a different power, an urge in me, when I observed that this was done solely at my wish and command. I realised that I had a control over my life, my lord and a slave in my new co-wife, a superior position that I did not possess before this incident. It both thrilled and excited me along with a measure of trepidation and fear.

I woke them both up and asked them to have tea. They stirred up, and the first think Samantha did was to touch my feet, and then Sunil's. Sunil should be greeted first, I admonished her.

We all had our morning tea together and started to get ready for the day. Samantha took the cups away and soon could be heard getting ready to have her bath in the guest bedroom. Sunil looked at me with a scared face, asked me in an anxious tone, whether I had forgiven him and Samantha for their actions. I replied firmly and with some authority, that, had I not forgiven, I would not have invited Samantha here, and I would not have allowed them both to be alone to fuck each other. Hearing this Sunil felt very happy as well as a bit ashamed, and hugged me tenderly and kissed me all over. He wanted to touch my feet but I stopped him promptly. We all must understand each other. There is something in Samantha that I also like, So it is the best for us all. I reminded Sunil that from this day, he has two wives, whom he would have to satisfy us both fully. Sunil then went for his bath, and left for his office.

Samantha and I sat down together and we chatted and planned on how we would enjoy life together. "Will you not take bath now Didi?", Samantha asked after some time. "Let me give you a nice oil massage and bath", she coaxed, rising from the dining table and clearing the breakfast dishes. "But you already bathed, and you will get messed up", replied I. "No Didi, it will be okay. I can take bath again", was her reply as she went to switch on the hot water heater in the bathroom. I felt a curious sensation in my pussy, when I went into the bath area.

Samantha had set the bath stool and massage oils to the side on the ledge. She had stripped to her panties and was smiling at me shyly. I had never been in a girl girl activity though I had read about it in the porn novel that Sunil would bring to me. Samantha took my nightie which I had taken off, and I was not wearing anything beneath. I sat down on the stool as Samantha opened my tresses and kissed my neck.

"What are you doing, girl", I asked in mock anger. Nothing, Didi, I am indebted to you and it is my honor to serve you also. Samantha moved to the front, and taking a palmful of coconut oil, rubbed it into my scalp. As she was doing so, her perky boobs were dancing in front of my eyes. She massaged my scalp skilfully and as I felt very nice about it, it was vastly different from when I was oiling my hair by myself.

On an impulse, I hugged her. She stood still, and I started to lick on her nipples which were already hard. "Have you done this before", I whispered. "No, never Didi, promise, I just felt that I have to give myself to you and serve you as you desire", murmured Samantha back. "Some of my older lady clients would sometimes ask me, and offer me money, but I have never done it", she continued.

She knelt down, parted my willing thighs, and gave my already moist pussy a kiss. "Neither have I done before, Samantha, and this is our conjugal". Samantha then stood up to apply sesame oil on my upper body, shoulder and arms. She was stroking me skilfully, bringing all her training to use on my naked body.

I was relaxing under her masterful and expert ministrations as she moved to my boobs. She ran her fingers around my breasts, and with soft touches, caressed my breasts, that I was almost getting my first wave of orgasmic pleasure. Ummmm... oooohhhh ... it is so nice ... Didi.. slow down... Didi ... wait ... slow down...

I suddenly had the urge to lick her pussy, and drew her towards my mouth. I pulled her panties off, and got to see the pussy that Sunil had fucked last night. She continued massaging my shoulders, as I whiffed at the fragrant and musky odour of her clean shaved, hair free cunt, and labbed my tongue at the pussy folds. The oil from my body was now on her as well, as she was slippery from the sesame oil she was applying to my body, which was transferred from me to her.

Soon, against the wall, we were cuddling and kissing each other, fingers in each other's cunts. Samantha turned on the shower, and we moved under the flow of the tepid water, still locked in each other's arms, keeping the pace of the finger fuck, and as we came together, we sat down on the flow, water cascading and running over us. We were breathing hard, and our hearts were racing.

 

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Samantha separated herself, and ran a soap bar all herself and rinsed herself, before using it on me. me. She rubbed shampoo into my hair, and in a few minutes, I was fresh. Samantha rubbed me down with a towel, and kissed my lips, and told me to lie down on the bed for a while. She dried herself, and came beside me, after her now ritual of getting my blessing by touching my feet, with the bowl of Sambhrani, (aromatic incense) which she wafted thru my long tresses.

Later that morning, we went out shopping. We were like long lost friends, and she was very servient, and handling all the shopping bags for me. She was more adept than I at bargaining with the shopkeepers, and showed that she had the right skills to manage a household as well. "I am now an extra mouth, and by God's grace, we will be blessed with more little mouths, so we must be prudent", she giggled.

We hugged like the sisters and co-wives we were. We purchased sexy lingerie, some food items and snacks that we knew Sunil liked, and on the spur of the moment, I led the way into a jewellery shop and got her a nice nose stud and ear rings of silver filigree, that looked really nice on her. "Didi, you should not spend like this on me", she protested. "No darling, you can share all my jewellery, and I will also wear this sometimes", I convinced her.

We came back, a bit tired and I wanted to lie down for a while. Didi, she said, you go take some rest, I will finish the lunch preparation. She was a gifted cook, and within less than half hour, she had made delicious lunch for us, and we ate sitting next to each other. Didi, I was very scared when you spoke last night. You are like a god to me, Didi, she added. I don't know what good I did to deserve a older sister and a co-wife like you. I am ready to do anything for you, Didi.

Let's get some rest in the afternoon, since Sunil will keep us awake tonite, said I. I will come soon, I will clear the table and wash the dishes and join you. After the great meal, I was a bit drowsy and was soon napping. I woke up to feel Samantha massaging my feet. Her hands were soft and supple, and it felt very nice to have them massaged tenderly by her. Seeing me wake up, she got up and made tea for us. I was still in bed when she came in with the tray of tea and biscuits. I hugged her warmly, as her affection and gratitude towards me was cent percent genuine. Come sit next to me, I said. She did so, and I hugged and kissed her, thanking her too for all the help in the housework that she had taken up willingly. "It is my duty, Didi", she replied shyly.

When Sunil returned that evening, we both wrapped ourselves around him, and smothered him with kisses. He was very pleased and happy and returned our kisses with his own repeated, fervent and passionate kisses, alternating between Samantha and I. We had dinner and went into the bedroom. Both Samantha and I wore transparent nighties, which barely covered our hips, and we were not wearing anything inside. When Sunil entered the room, he was thrilled to see us both in sexy lingerie.

I caught hold of Sunil and started to shower kisses on him and Samantha pulled down his Bermudas and made him naked and taking his dick in her mouth, started to lick and suck it. Sunil placed his palm over my cunt and shoving his fingers inside, started to rub my G Spot, and the flow of my warm waters commenced. Then Sunil carried us to the bed one by one, and started to lick each of our pussies in turn and drinking deep of the sweet womanly juices and saying what a lucky man he was to have understanding wives.

I took Sunil's manhood into my mouth, and sucking vigorously of it and he exploded in my mouth. This was the first time I had sucked Sunil off and I had never tasted his man juice before and it had a different taste that I had never had tasted before, enjoying it, I swallowed it completely and drained his shaft to the last drop. Samantha was servicing my cunt with her mouth in the meanwhile and massaging my thighs with her hands. Samantha and I alternated to suck on his dick, raising it, while he would lick me or Samantha on our womanhoods as one of us serviced his cock

As his cock reached a full erection, with all this three play and foreplay, he took our cunts one by one, as we lay on the bed. Spearing one cunt slowly, he would withdraw and shove it into the other waiting cunt. The cockless cunt would be fingered by his active thumb and index fingers. He drove out to seven heavens that night, and till we were fully sated, he did not stop. We were all exhausted by the multiple orgasms we gave each other, and slept in an embrace, Sunil in the middle, we by his side, one arm draped loving around each wife, our faces on either side, my lips on his right cheek, Samantha's on his left.

In the morning, Samantha woke up early, and brought us the morning tea. Before serving us, she bent and touched our feet, and then touched her eyes with her fingertips. She continued to do that every day. And she would touch our feet again in the evening, when Sunil came home from work.

We adjusted smoothly into our new routine, and Samantha would get calls from her agency with appointments for the day. I told Sunil to buy her a two-wheeler so that she could commute easily. As Samantha was very good at her practice, she was soon having a steady income. In the first Monday of every month, she would come to me when I was alone, and hand over her pay check to me. "Didi, this is what I must give you", she would say, falling on my feet, tears of gratitude streaming down her face. I would always tell; her to send it all to her mother, as she was dependent on Samantha. We would go to the nearby bank, and make the deposit.

I gradually became very fond of Samantha, as she was by nature, a honest and very devoted family person. I got a lot of respect from her, and Sunil always treated me with anything I wanted. When I was having periods, he would fuck Samantha exclusively, at other times, I would get the first fuck of the night.

... love you all...

Kajal...

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#Anagha

The last two days have been a display of absolute wantonness for me. I've been fucked more times than I can remember in all three holes. I've received so many spurts of warm, delicious, salty sperm in my mouth, on my tits, in my pussy and even in my asshole that I've now started to feel as if I am nothing more than a receptacle for the male sperm. So much so that I am thinking of getting a tattoo across my lower back that says "Cum Dump" with possibly the image of a couple of cocks spurting on both sides of it. But I get ahead of myself, let me start at the beginning.

I got married about four months ago to a very nice man who works hard and keeps me happy with all kinds of surprise gifts from time to time. But what I don't like is that he tends to leave me and go on work trips that can range anything between five days to 15 days. It is on such days that I find myself lonely and usually end up fingering myself to an orgasm.

Before my marriage, I was sexually active, but had never had vaginal sex. It was always my ass that used to get fucked. I saved my pussy for my husband, and he dutifully deflowered me on our wedding night. Since then every day that is in town, we end up having sex before and after dinner. He's never shown any interest in my asshole but has always been the staid missionary sex with him entering my pussy after licking me to an orgasm and then pounding away till he orgasms. Decent enough, I'd say.

As I write, my husband is away on a long tour of the remote regions of Africa and usually calls once in three-four days. This trip is a 20-day trip and so far he's been gone for four days and has called only once. It was an absolute surprise when three days ago, one of my former hookups - Ravi - called me and generally made small talk. I invited him over and asked him if he could bring the others also with him since we hadn't met after the marriage. I told him that my husband wasn't in town and I was lonely and could do with some company.

The next afternoon, all seven of them turned up with pizzas and beer and we ate and drank and caught up on what each of us was doing.

I was wearing a pair of short shorts and a top that was more of a band of cloth across my ample tits. The shorts were loose and long enough to barely cover my ass cheeks fully. If I sat down with my legs wide open, one could see my shaved pussy clearly. This was one of my husband's favourite shorts, he called them my "slut shorts".

Eventually, the conversation turned towards sex and they asked me if I'd let my husband fuck me in the pussy to which I told them of course I had.

This is where I had started feeling horny. Seeing all my former fuck mates and remembering the good times and this talk about my husband fucking my pussy was more than enough.

But I was married now and shouldn't really be thinking about any man other than my husband. But I couldn't help it when one of them asked if I'd like a go at being ass fucked all over again. My asshole had been feeling left out for the last four months and I sure could use an anal fuck, I thought.

I hesitated and expressed my concern what with me being married and all and that it wouldn't be right.

"Oh rubbish," said Ravi and proceeded to unzip his pants and bring out his cock. "You know you want this in your asshole."

Seeing Ravi, the others too pulled out their cocks and I was now staring at seven cocks of varying colours, all between 8" and 10" long and none of them less than 2" in girth. Seeing all those cocks waving around did something to me. Something snapped inside me and I thought, "what the hell, my husband isn't here. I am alone, I finger myself to orgasm every day, might as well enjoy some cocks while he isn't here."

Standing up, I slipped off my shorts and top and stood there among the men and told them to take off their clothes, which they did in a trice.

I felt my pussy and it was wet. Still standing there, I pushed in a couple of fingers in my pussy and came out with some grool which I proceeded to rub into my asshole and lubricated it.

Next, I went to Sundar, the man closest to me and catching hold of his cock, I spit on it to lubricate it and then turning around, I told him to shove it into my asshole.

That's all he needed, an invite. Holding me by my waist and with me guiding his cock at the entrance to my asshole, I let him push his cock in in one go.

OOOOOhhhhh it felt so nice having a cock in my asshole once again. As he pounded away behind me, I needed some support and called Jai to stand in front of me so that I could lean against him. Jai obliged, and played with my tits, squeezing and pinching my nipples time and again. Behind me, Sundar was pounding away happily and the thwack thwack thwack of his groin slapping against my ass forcefully reverberated in the room. About five six minutes after I pushed his cock into my asshole, I orgasmed hard and screamed in joy. But Sundar was nowhere near coming yet even though my asshole was squeezing tightly in a rhythm on his cock.

Jai couldn't hold it any longer and asking Sundar to pause for a moment, he lifted my legs up and threw my ankles over his shoulder. In this position, his cock was bang in front of my pussy and he proceeded to insert his cock in my pussy. Now, I had two cocks in me. Both Jai and Sundar began moving in unison in a rhythm and soon, I was crying out from the sheer joy of having both my holes filled with two large sized cocks. I don't know if it was the cock in my pussy or the cock in my ass or both the cocks together in my pussy and ass that I came so hard that I could feel my cum dripping out of my pussy. And I was moaning on the top of my voice and asking them to fuck me hard.

Behind me, Sundar was beginning to grunt and I realised that he was about to cum. Turning to him and in between moans, I told him to cum inside my asshole.

A few more hard strokes later, Sundar gave one final massive push that plunged his cock deep inside my backdoor and came. I could feel a warm sensation filling my nether parts as his cum filled up my insides. I could also feel the spasming of his cock in my ass and that drove me to another orgasm. I was beside myself and breathless. I'd come thrice in a matter of 20 minutes.

Behind me, Sundar began pulling out and I looked around for the next cock. My eyes alit on Veer and I asked him to take Sundar's place behind me. As soon as Sundar pulled out, Veer replaced him and I was again full of cock. In front of me, Jai was beginning to tense up and I knew he was ready to cum. With my tits rubbing against his hairy chest, I held on to his neck and began squeezing my pussy lips as well as I could. This drove Jai over the edge and he came with a massive grunt inside my pussy. Behind me, Veer was continuing his in-out motion. As Jai began pulling out, I needed another cock in my pussy. Turning to Veer, I told him to lie down on the carpet as I was beginning to feel tired of hanging in the air.

Veer pulled out of my ass and went and sat on the sofa, pulling me with him and turning me around, he spread my ass and placed me on his cock, inserting it in my waiting anus. I called out to Ravi who had started the whole thing and told him to come fuck me. But Ravi had other plans.

Lining up in front of me, he pointed his thick cock at my asshole which was already full with Veer's cock and began trying to insert it inside me. I'd had two cocks in my asshole once or twice earlier but I wondered if I could take it in after so many months. It was a tight fit, but Ravi managed to insert it in me somehow and now I had two cocks in my asshole, but my pussy was feeling left out.

I asked Ravi to call someone to see if they could fit in my pussy at the same time. And I told him that I wanted a cock in my mouth as well.

KK, Dheer and DJ were still left and KK lined up his cock in front of my pussy while straddling over me. Dheer gave me his cock to suck and DJ played with my tits while I was being fucked into the other world by the three men in my groin and one in my mouth. All my holes were full and I was in heaven. The sensation of being fucked by so many men at the same time was driving me insane.

I had reached a point where I wanted them all to fuck me at the same time. I made a mental note to see if I could fit two cocks in my pussy at the same time. Dheer and DJ would have to be the ones to do that since they were the only ones left to fuck me yet.

As Ravi, Veer and KK fucked my asshole and pussy, I had multiple orgasms and all of them deposited their loads in my one by one and pulled out. Veer came first. KK came next. Ravi, he of the massive stamina continued to fuck my asshole for what seemed like an eternity and when he finally did come, I could feel all the cum sloshing around inside my rear end.

As I caught my breath, Dheer and DJ seemed to be getting antsy. They wanted their turn at my holes. But I stopped them and asked them for a breather. I could see their raging hard ons twitching in the air.

 

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I asked Dheer to lie down on the sofa and let me straddle him. Pointing Dheer's cock at my pussy, I inserted it in me and sat down in one swoop on it impaling myself. I bounced on his cock a few times and when I was comfortable with its size, I turned to DJ and told him to insert his cock as well in my pussy.

Now, my pussy has always been a tight fit and I knew inserting two cocks would likely make me sore, but I had gone beyond that point of consideration and just wanted to try it out. DJ was more than happy to get into my pussy and fuck me, never mind that Dheer's massive cock was already there.

First DJ gave me his cock to suck on and lubricate it and then he began pushing it into my pussy. Dheer pulled out a little and then both of them shoved in their cocks at the same time. I was now hosting two cocks in my pussy. If only I could take a cock in my ass as well at the same time.

But our position did not afford access to my asshole. I had to make amends. Asking both Dheer and DJ to pull out, I positioned Dheer on the floor and impaled myself on his cock while facing him. Turning to DJ, I told him to insert his cock in my pussy again and once he too was in, I asked Jai to see if he could fit his cock in my asshole.

My tits, hanging from my chest above Dheer's chest, swayed like a kite in the wind, moving this way and that as each man behind me pounded my holes. The surprising thing was that I found myself on the verge of an orgasm every minute with all the reaming that my nether holes were being subjected to. And each orgasm was as mind-numbing as the first one. I moaned and groaned in pain and in pleasure as the men ravaged my body and one by one came inside me. Now, I had multiple loads in my pussy and my asshole and it was all sloshing around inside me.

I needed to empty out my holes for the next round of fucking. I asked Sundar and Veer to lie down on the ground and then squatting on them one by one, I let the cum trickle out of my holes on their chests and stomach. Once it all stopped dripping, I turned around and like a hungry bitch, I began licking their bodies clean of the cum. My ass waved in the air as I licked both of them clean. At one point, Veer caught hold of me and pulled me on top of him rubbing all the cum all over my chest and tits and tummy. Sundar was not one to be left behind and threw himself on my back and rubbed some of the remaining cum on my back.

As Sundar climbed off me and I continued to lick Veer's torso clean, I looked around me and could see some life returning to the boys' cocks. I knew I was going to be fucked again and was looking forward to it. But before that, I needed a drink and needed to give my poor ravaged holes a breather.

The rest of the day passed with me being used as a fuck toy in one position or the other. One by one the men fucked my asshole, my pussy and then would want me to lick their dicks clean. I was more than happy to do it since it gave me a taste of my own juices as well as the mingled taste of the men's cum.

I forget how many times I came during that orgy.

By the time evening rolled around, my ass cheeks had turned red from all the spanking they had received, and my tits had turned red and sported love bites. I had thoroughly been used and the boys had cum more than enough times to tire them out.

I still wanted to be fucked some more. It was as if I had been possessed by the goddess of fucking and my body was the temple where all the men had to deposit their seed as offerings. At one point, my pussy and ass were so full of cum that I had to ask one of the boys to fetch me a bowl so that I could squat on it and let it all trickle out of me. Once it had all come out, I mixed some vodka in it and drank it as if it was a creamy drink. What was left of it I poured all over my tits and my ass and rubbed it into the skin. All that spunk and the vodka on my skin tingled a little, but it felt nice.

I sat on the floor as the boys sat around me or on the sofas regaining their strengths. Even during that random conversation that was happening there, I could feel an underlying horniness inside my loins and I so wanted a few more cocks to come fuck the living daylights out of me.

"I need more fucking," I announced stunning the men around me. "Why don't all of you call at least two friends each and invite them here to fuck me?"

"Are you serious?" asked Jai.

"Yes, I am. I need more fucking. I want to be fucked so much that I can't walk for the next day."

"We can call some friends, but that kind of an orgy can't be done here. We'll need to get out of town and go to my farmhouse."

"How far is it?"

"About an hour and a half away."

"OK, let's go. On the way all of you can call all the single men you know. And ask them to bring booze and some food. And send this photo to them," I said as I took Jai's phone from his hand and took a photo of myself and my tits.

The men scrambled to put on their clothes even as I went into my bedroom and pulled out a sheer red lace teddy and wore matching heels with it.

I didn't bother to clean myself. What was the point? I was anyway going to be used as a cum dump all over again.

Less than 10 minutes later, we were on the way and headed out of the city. We were travelling in three cars. I was with Jai and Ravi and both of them had called at least three people each and had sent them the photo I had taken and had described in vivid, vulgar detail how they had fucked my pussy, my ass and my mouth and had cum all over me and yet I had wanted more men to fuck me.

As we turned off the highway and on to a single lane road, Jai stopped his car on the side of the road.

"Why don't you walk the remainder of the way? It's barely 500 metres from here."

That sounded interesting. I agreed and began to get out of the car.

"Oh wait. Take off that lace thing you are wearing and walk naked. Keep wearing your heels though. I'll light the way with my car for you from behind."

My first thought was what if anyone saw me? Then I decided what the heck, I wanted to be fucked. If anyone saw me, they might as well just fuck me too.

I took off my teddy and climbed out of the car and began walking in front of the car. I swung my ass for effect, drawing catcalls from both Jai and Ravi.

I'd been walking for about five minutes when I saw a man walking towards me. He looked like a villager. As he drew nearer and got a clearer look at me, he stopped in his tracks and stared open mouthed as I walked up to him.

He was wearing a shirt and a lungi (a loin cloth kind of thing). I stood so close to him that I could smell his masculine smell.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked as I turned around on him showing him every part of my body.

He nodded in amazement.

What I did next surprised me too.

I caught hold of his hand and put it on my tit and with my other hand, I reached into his lungi and felt his cock hardening.

He continued to knead my tit even as I managed to open his lungi and squatting in front of him, put his stinky sweaty cock in my mouth and began sucking on it. Once I had enough spit on it, I caught him by his cock and walked him over to the now parked car and leaning against it, I pointed his cock at my asshole and told him to shove it in. He obliged and within a trice, he had slipped inside me and was going at it as if he was a horse in a derby. Reaching in front from behind me, he mauled my tits with both his hands. His hands were rough on my soft tits and I wondered if he would leave marks on them.

Behind me, it was as if a jackhammer was fucking my asshole. The power and speed with which he moved in and out drove me to multiple orgasms. And when finally his turn came to cum, he gave one massive push and drove his cock all the way into my asshole and let loose his cum in there.

The man was all smiles as he pulled his cock out of my asshole a couple of minutes later and then was shocked when I squatted down and proceeded to lick and clean his cock. Satisfied that it was properly cleaned, I stood up and gave him a peck on the cheek and bid him goodbye as I began my walk of infamy all over again. Jai later told me that the man fucked me for about 15 minutes and that they had live broadcast it to some of their friends who they had invited and had shown them that they meant when they said that there was a girl who wanted to be fucked.

The rest of the walk was a quiet, uneventful one except for me putting on a show for Jai and Ravi as I swung my ass and at one point stopped, turned around and then squatting in the middle of the road, peed while facing them.

We reached the farm about 10 minutes later, where we waited for about half an hour before the first of the beckoned men arrived.

The night was still young and I was horny and there was fun to be had.

h

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#Reba Monica John

Part 1– My first orgasm.

Hi friends, I am Mohan and I grew up in a small town just north of Cannanore in Kerala.

This happened while I was in high school. I was eighteen, and came from a well-to-do family. I lived in a large 2-story house and had a full complement of servants, who did most of the house chores, cooking, and gardening. My main activities involved school, soccer in the evening and some socializing with friends. I knew something about sex, but not much. The only knowledge that I had came from discussions with classmates and from looking at some mild porn magazines with partial nudity.

I had my share of caressing the neighbor's eighteen-year-old daughter Anaswara's boobs once in a while whenever she came over to play. She had nice, rounded boobs and strange new sensations came over me whenever I touched them. I used to get aroused, but nothing more. She always enjoyed the initial touching and external caressing for a few minutes, and her nipples hardened. Sometimes, I got my hand inside her blouse, undid her bra, and caressed her boobs and played with her hardened nipples. I tried to place her hand on my cock, but she quickly withdrew it. She enjoyed my hand inside her skirt touching and caressing her thighs, but when I tried to put my fingers inside her panties, she quickly ran away to her home and I never knew why.

My story revolves around our housemaid, Reba Monica John. Reba was twenty-two years old, with a medium complexion, slim, and had a taut, athletic body. She was a high school graduate, very attractive, and had some very cultured ways about her. She did not fit the stereotypical image of a housemaid. Later on I found out that she came from a well to do family that lost their wealth due to her uncle's foolish gambling habits. So now she worked as a housemaid. Her hair was thick, luxurious and curly, and her boobs were medium sized, firm and quite perky.

Sometimes, on hot summer days, she wore a skirt along with a thin blouse and her dark areolas and the outline of her semi-erect nipples could be seen through her blouse. Since I was quite young and inexperienced in any kind of real sexual activity, I did not see Reba as a sex symbol. I knew that my neighbor Anaswara's boobs were nice and firm to my touch, and I was curious and imagined what Reba's boobs would feel like. However, Anaswara was a young girl compared to Reba who was a full-grown woman. I was too afraid to venture into any such sexual activity with Reba, and just went along playing, reading, doing my homework and other normal activities around the house.

One evening, while playing, I fall and sprained my knee. I thought nothing of it and continued playing. Big mistake! By the time I got back home, my knee was clearly swollen and I walked with a limp because of the pain. I could not go to school the next day and my knee hurt even more. I was a little worried by all this and stayed in my upstairs bedroom. Reba brought me my breakfast and lunch. She was also worried about my knee and suggested a massage with herbal oil from the local vaidyer (ayurvedic doctor). To me, one day at home, away from my friends and play seemed like an eternity. Therefore, I agreed to this, and Reba prepared the oil and came to my bedroom.

I was dressed in my soccer shorts. Reba started to apply the herbal oil, and in true ayurvedic tradition massaged both my legs, instead of just one. The massage felt great. Reba was sitting on my bed facing me and bent over me; I had a clear view of her bosom and could see the dark areolas and her nipples as she moved forwards and backwards, during the massage. I could even see a slight nipple-erection as she massaged my thighs and stopped just short of my crotch and penis, which by this time was stirring. Reba could also see what was happening to me and smiled a little bit. This made me feel embarrassed. Then she changed her position, facing away from me, in order to facilitate her massaging my thighs. In doing so, she sat closer to me and her hips were touching my upper arms. I found myself in a slightly awkward position, and brought my arm around her, encircling her. Then I got bolder and started tracing patterns on her back. Reba was tickled at first, but then, enjoyed the attention of my playful fingers on her back, and occasionally giggled.

Reba instinctively knew that I was enjoying this; she asked me, "Mohan, can I straddle you, so that I can massage both your legs at the same time?"

"Sure, Reba, go ahead."

She moved over, faced me, sat with my feet almost touching her pelvis (and pussy), and stretched her entire body in long massaging strokes from my shins to almost my crotch. I could no longer control myself and she saw my erection. Now her massage strokes went even farther, and the tips of her fingers would go slightly inside my shorts and lightly brush past the base of my cock.

I requested for her to lie down beside me and massage me. She did. As soon as she was beside me, I summoned up all the courage that I needed and placed my palm on her breasts. I cupped one breast and gave her boobs a gentle squeeze.

Reba giggled and twisted her body a little, in modesty.

Her boobs were very firm to my touch and they felt good. I noticed that Reba liked it too. Reba's boobs felt firmer, fuller, and much bigger than Anaswara's boobs.

This was all the encouragement that Reba needed. She put her hand inside my shorts and firmly held my cock, which was fully erect by now. I didn't know what she was going to do; but then she squeezed my cock with her oily hand and the feeling was great! She stroked my cock up and down a few times. At this point, she said that she wanted to make sure that no one would disturb us (rather, catch us in the act).

"Mohan, let me check and see what Amma (mother) is doing – I'll be right back"

She hastily left the room, but was back quickly, and proceeded to take off my shorts and underwear, and she took off her blouse, but kept her bra and skirt on.

By now, I was bolder and had all the courage that I needed – besides, my cock was erect. Throwing caution to the winds, I reached over, unhooked her bra and freed her boobs.

Her magnificent boobs shot straight out, like twin peaks, defying gravity along with her fully erect dark nipples. Reba hugged me, leaned over, and placed one nipple in my mouth. I played with her boobs while sucking her nipples, first one, then the other, and she enjoyed it.

Her one hand encircled me while the other hand held my erect cock. She was surprised to see my 7-inch cock. She told me that when she was in school, she had a boyfriend and he had a smaller cock, but she liked my size better. Reba pulled down my foreskin and exposed the glans, which looked like a mushroom, and ran her fingers over the tip of my cock using the massage oil. I caressed her boobs, sucked her nipples and was feeling good. Her skirt had moved up to her mid thighs and she made no attempt to move it down.

Then, Reba did something that shocked me. She guided my hand to her thighs, under her skirt, and then over to her bush and pussy.

She had already removed her underwear while she had gone downstairs!

Reba had anticipated and planned a pleasant sequence of events. Even though I had heard a lot from my friends, this was the first time that I had ever felt a woman's bush and pussy! Her pussy hair felt soft and curly and can only be described as luxuriant. Yes, Reba had a luxurious bush!

Her pussy lips were wet and all the while Reba provided me with guidance and instructions. It felt good to learn from a girl who had some experience. My fingers found her vagina and soon I was doing a pussy massage on Reba. She started moaning, "Uuuuuuuuuummmmm...!"

Meanwhile, her fingers on my cock felt great.

Reba moaned, "My God! It feels great."

Reba's pussy was very wet and her vaginal muscles tightly gripped my fingers, which were sliding in and out of her tight pussy. This activity went on for a good ten minutes.

My finger thrusts were punctuated by her soft moans.

"Faster Mohan ettah, faster! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Faster moaneh! Yes! Yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Then I felt her body quiver and shudder, and her upward thrusting movements became harder and more rapid. I was extremely fascinated, very excited and my cock was very rigid. For the first time in my life, I was seeing a beautiful woman orgasm!

She screamed, "Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! Endah My God Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! Oooooooowwwwwww...!"

Reba had a great orgasm and all the while, she continued to stroke my cock.

She stroked my cock faster and faster, and a strange sensation started coming all over me. My body stiffened and I felt extreme pleasure. I had no idea that this was going to happen, as my cock stiffened and enlarged.

I screamed, "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Rebaaaaaaaaaaa...! Rebaaaaaaaaaaaa ...!"

My body jerked and my semen shot out from my stiff enlarged cock in several spurts.

Reba smiled and cried out and stroked my cock faster as I ejaculated.

I had wet dreams before, but this was my very first real ejaculation, and it felt great. My semen had sprayed all over the bed, the railing and the floor. Reba had a conqueror's smile on her face. She giggled and continued to gently stroke my cock. Then she lay down beside me for a while, kissed me, and left my room calmly as if nothing had happened.

**********

 

[hotaks]

The next day, my knee was still not fully O.K. and I stayed home from school. Reba brought my breakfast along with a glass of hot milk to my room and giggled as she walked past me. As soon as she was alone with me, she leaned over, kissed me tenderly, and left my room.

Later in the day, Reba brought me my lunch while I sat at my desk doing my homework. She had her hair tied into a bun. She then took me by the hand to the bed and lay down beside me. She embraced me and unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her magnificent globes popped out. Her boobs were full, firm and her nipples were very erect. She held my head, guided it and buried it in her bosom. She placed an erect nipple into my mouth.

"Suck it moaneh! I love your lips and tongue on my nipples!"

I sucked her nipples and gently squeezed her firm breasts.

She had on a short skirt, and as she moved about on the bed, I could see that she was not wearing any panties either. I moved my fingers from her breasts to her pussy. My cock was erect and she soon grabbed it and started stroking it, while I played with her bush and wet pussy. Reba took her skirt off and straddled me; I had a full view of her luxuriant bush and pussy. She reached over and let down her hair.

Her clean, washed, curly hair fell over her shoulders and Reba looked like a goddess! That was when I noticed her dark tinted pussy lips that had parted by now and went all the way up to her tiny pink clitoris that was peeping out from under her hood. Her labia were quite plump and fleshy to my touch. I decide to tease her and traced the outline of her pussy lips with my fingers.

My cock was rock hard and Reba pulled the foreskin down and admired the glans. There was a drop of precum that she quickly spread over the glans with her finger. She stroked my cock, and leaned over and again let me suck her nipples and caress her boobs.

She whispered, lick my neck and nibble at my earlobes – I like that – it feels good"

I kissed her neck, licked it and then gently nibbled at her earlobes. Reba loved it.

She moaned, "Aaaaaahhhhhh...!

My fingers concentrated on her pussy and Reba's moaning grew louder. As I fingered her, I wondered whether my cock would go inside her small, tight pussy.

I did not have to wonder for long; Reba straddled me, got on top of me, and guided my stiff cock into her hot, wet, dripping pussy. She guided my cock head into her tight pussy and cried out as the head went right inside.

"Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Squeeze my breasts."

Reba was riding me cowgirl style, and I felt like I died and went to heaven.

Her pussy had a vise-like grip on my cock and I realized that Reba's pussy was slippery and tight. It felt like she had strong muscles inside her pussy. Reba grabbed my hips and coordinated our movements all the while moaning. Soon she had my full 7 inches inside her and she pumped me with long and hard strokes. I was delirious with pleasure. I reached over and caressed her clitoris, first up and down, and then from side to side.

She screamed, "My God." I could feel her desire get stronger and stronger as she fucked me harder and faster.

After about eight minutes of hard pumping, Reba leaned towards me, grabbed me by my shoulders, and fucked me furiously. Then our movements reached a feverish pitch, and I felt her pussy muscles tighten even further, and spasm.

She screamed, "Oh my God! I'm cummmming...! Fuck me Faster Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...!"

I felt her juices squirt and run down my cock. That's when I stiffened, my body spasmmed and jerked from under her. My cock enlarged and got even stiffer. Once again I felt the strange, great pleasurable sensation like an explosion.

I screamed, "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Rebaaaaaa...! Rebaaaaaa...!" as my cock spurted its hot semen in several contractions deep inside her pussy. Reba continued her movements well after we had both cum. Our juices started to drip down her pussy and down my cock. It was a glorious way to be introduced to the pleasures of sexual intercourse, by having my hard cock inside the tight pussy of a beautiful and sensitive woman.

Over the next several months, Reba and I would fuck every chance we got. She took some type of ayurvedic medicine to keep from getting pregnant, and we both got more and more skilled at fucking. We tried out various positions and Reba's favorites were to ride me cowgirl, or to fuck me doggy style while I stimulated her clitoris.

Some boys in school had obtained a copy of the sex book "Kama Sutra." We all took clandestine turns reading it and the chapters on oral sex were very intriguing to all of us. I was curious and scared. I could not ask my girlfriend to perform this for fear of getting my face slapped, or even worse, rejection. The Kama Sutra depicted oral sex as very normal and enjoyable. How could I learn more? Then suddenly, I thought of my housemaid, Reba. She was very caring and had taught me how to masturbate, and how to fuck. Maybe she would teach me this also.

So, I borrowed the Kama Sutra book, and one day when Reba was alone with me in my bedroom, showed her the book.

"Reba, do you know about oral sex?"

Reba laughed, "Of course; my high school boyfriend taught me how to do it – it's a lot of fun – do you want me to teach you that too?"

"Yes Reba, please – Thank you. When do we start?"

"First, you take a bath Mohan; then I'll bathe, and meet you back here"

I almost ran to the bathroom and started to take a bath. Then Reba went to the downstairs bathroom and bathed. (We couldn't bathe together because my parents were downstairs). Then she came back to my bedroom.

My cock was already hard and erect in anticipation. Reba did not waste any time, quickly undressed, and went directly to my rigid cock that appeared to be paying homage to her, and her magnificent body. Here was my goddess Reba next to me, in all her glory. She looked ravishing with her curly flowing hair, firm perky breasts, erect nipples, and luxurious bush with the most beautiful pussy lips nestled within, and the bud of her pink clitoris trying to peep from under its hood.

Reba held my firm hard cock, pulled the foreskin down, exposed the bulbous mushroom glans of my penis, and stroked it. She then gave it a kiss, ran her tongue over the dewdrop of precum at the tip, and licked the head with a few strokes. She put the entire head inside her mouth, and caressed it with her tongue and lips carefully avoiding any contact with her teeth.

I cried, "Oh my God! Reba! Rebaaaaa...!"

Reba then moved her mouth up and down, stroking my penis with her luscious lips and her mouth. It felt heavenly! It was a new kind of pleasure. She did this for about five minutes, which is when I stopped her.

"Reba, this is absolutely terrific! I want to do the same for you."

Reba was reluctant at first, but gave in to my request. She lay on her back, bent her legs, and spread them a little bit, just wide enough for me to get my head in between them. Then she told me to gently kiss her inner thighs starting from her knees all the way to her pussy, but to stop short. She explained that this would get the woman all warmed up and after about fifteen minutes of kissing her thighs, tummy, breasts, nipples, neck, toes, back of the knees, the woman would be hot and ready for her pussy, and later her clitoris, to be licked. Reba was a great teacher. I did exactly as Reba told me and proceeded to kiss and lick her everywhere except her pussy. Reba's breathing got deeper and her moaning grew louder. Her hand was on my head, and she slowly guided my head to her warm and wet pussy. I licked her plump labia that were engorged with blood at this point. I licked her left labia all around and then her right labia and started all over again.

Gradually I moved my tongue closer to her pussy lips and ran my tongue between her inner pussy lips up and down. I felt Reba's body shudder and she was moaning louder.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh...! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! My golden boy."

After a few minutes of licking her cunt lips and running my tongue at the opening of her vagina, Reba reached over, pulled the hood of her clitoris with her fingers, and exposed her tiny, but hard, pink love button to my full view.

"Reba, what is this called?" I asked her, and touched it with the tip of my tongue.

"We say 'kandhu' in Malayalam, but I like the word 'clit' – it sounds better."

"Yes, I like the word 'clit' better as well," I replied before licking her clitoris with some light strokes.

She screamed, "Yes! Yes! You got it! Right there! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...! Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! (My God)."

She was bucking and grinding her pelvis into my face as I licked her clitoris. I made some long strokes with my tongue, starting with her vagina and ending with her clitoris.

Her thrusts kept getting greater and greater, and faster and faster. Her body shuddered.

Reba screamed, "Oh my God! Don't stop! Don't stop! Pleeeaaasseeee don't stop."

I kept up the pace and continued the motion faster and faster.

"Oh my God! Endah deyvehmeah...! Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! Endah kandhu kaddicku moaneh! Bite my clit I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...! Oooooooowwwwwww ...!"

Her pussy filled with her juices, and I licked and swallowed every drop of her sweet pussy juice. Reba felt very shy of her bold and brazen bucking, and told me that her pleasure was uncontrollable. So this was one half of oral sex.

"Reba, you taste good – I love it."

"Your turn now." Then she kissed me.

Reba turned me over on my back, took firm control of my stiff cock with her lips, and licked the bulbous mushroom head and the shaft thoroughly.

"Your cock looks so beautiful, Mohan – you must fuck me afterwards."

Reba moved her entire mouth up and down on my cock and the feeling was heavenly. She then took the entire length of six inches down her throat. She gagged once, blushed, but recovered quickly and did it again a few more times. I was just delirious with pleasure and was dying to cum in her mouth, which was what she wanted me to do.

After about ten minutes of sucking, Reba was in a high state of arousal, and pleaded with me to fuck her just a few strokes, since she felt very horny with all the sucking and deep throating.

"Fuck me hard, Mohan, and when you are ready to cum, I will suck you off. I want you to cum in my mouth."

Reba lay on her back. I mounted her on top, and my cock expertly guided itself to her pussy and found her cunt without any external help.

I cried, "Aaaaaahhhhhh...!" as I entered her tight, velvety smooth pussy.

She wrapped her legs around my back, moved her pelvis, and was fucking me with long fast strokes at first, and then, furiously. That is when I realized how horny Reba was! She moved her body and her hips like a wild animal!

She screamed, Faster Aaaaayyyyyyoooohhhhh...! I'm cuuummmmmiiiinnnggggg...! Fuck mmmeeeee...! Ooooooohhhhhhhhh...!"

I felt her wet cum on my cock and continued to fuck her feverishly. Reba reciprocated by thrusting her pelvis to match my strokes.

We went faster and faster and all the while Reba kept the pace and fucked me harder and harder. I was getting close to ejaculation.

I cried out, "Oh Reba! Thrust – Milk my cock, Reba".

"Wait, wait – Cum in my mouth – I'll suck your cock – pull it out and I'll suck it"

When I felt ready to explode, I pulled my cock from her wet cunt and quickly moved ahead and put it in her mouth. Her lips clamped on my cock head and she vigorously stroked the shaft with her hand. She moved her mouth faster and faster and then I stiffened, my cock enlarged, and I ejaculated about seven or eight spurts, shooting my semen deep inside her mouth.

I screamed, "Oh Reba! Rebaaaaaaaaaaaa...! Rebaaaaaaaaaaa...!"

Reba, while she continued her mouth movements, cried out, "Oooohhhh! Uuuuummmmm...! Uuuuummmmm...!" and swallowed every drop of my semen.

She continued sucking me gently for a few more minutes until my cock relaxed in her mouth. She giggled, and told me that she had an orgasm while swallowing my cum.

Reba smiled and said, "congratulations) your cum tastes good," and nodded approval.

This was the second part of oral sex. Both parts were great!

Can't say which one is better.

I looked at my face in the mirror and was pleasantly surprised. My face looked like a glazed donut – with Reba's pussy juice all over it!

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

It was the second semester of my freshman year, at a college. I was in an advanced mathematics class, and all of the other students in it were juniors and seniors. Brilliant that I might have been, I was in over my head, so when Joshi organized a study group, I was all for it.

As you may know, most math majors are men. Except for me and a few others, women and math don't mix well. So, there was not a lot of female demand for a class in Functional Analysis, and in fact, I was the only girl in the class.

Joshi, Kanna, Roy and I met Wednesday nights, in one of our rooms. Usually it was Joshi's room, but when his roommates were drinking or partying or otherwise being disruptive to a study group, we would adjourn to my room, since I had only one roommate, Lara, and she had basically moved in with her boyfriend.

**

I had a boyfriend, Ram , and we dated every Friday and Saturday nights. Friday nights we'd go to parties and dance the night away, and Saturday afternoons we would study together, then grab a bite or go to the movies, and then we'd spend the night together. Ram is good in bed, and well, I kind of like that in a man. I was quite the sexually satisfied freshman girl, and our life together was close to perfect. We were in love.

Ram liked pillow talk, and in particular, he seemed to enjoy hearing about all of my sexual escapades before the two of us met. There were not that many, since I was only just barely nineteen, and most (but not all) happened in high school and -- especially -- the summer before college began.

Ram seemed to like hearing about my one-night stands, and he found especially hot my one afternoon stand, when I fucked a guy I had only just met, at a lonely part of the beach at a lake. This was during that infamous summer just before college, when I was a wild child. The risk of being discovered while we were doing it was high, but that just turned me on all the more. Ram never seemed to tire of me recounting that story.

Ram always asked if anyone had ever watched me have sex, and I replied truthfully that no, nobody ever had. Sex for me was a private affair, and I liked it like that. Sure, I liked risk, and thought it was sexy, but in reality, I would have died of shame if anyone ever stumbled upon me in the throes of sex with a guy. No, I also replied, I would not let him video us having sex, either with a friend taking the video, or with him holding a cell phone. Absolutely not. No way. Forget about it.

It bothered me, in fact, that Ram wanted that. Yes, I was relaxed about sex, having had more than my fair share of partners at my young age, but that was not equivalent to all the perversions that Ram seemed to like to fantasize about. It was not even close.

"Why do you get so excited by me having casual sex?" I asked him, after I recounted a session I'd had in the bedroom of a friend's home during a party, back during high school senior year, when someone could have walked in on us, but happily, nobody did. I had kind of liked the guy, since he had a six-pack, and great facial hair, and it was high school, after all. Also, I was (naively) flattered that he wanted me that way. I loved being desired, and it showed. It tended to make me, if not an easy conquest, at least not that difficult of a conquest.

"It just seems so unusual to me. Most girls I've met are so damn stingy with their sexual favors. You're different and it intrigues me. Tell me Mehreen, have you ever had a threesome?" Ram asked.

"No, not with two men, nor with two women. Why? Do you want us to have one?" I asked. Maybe I would, after all, it's fun to try new things; but I'd only do it if Ram truly wanted it, and begged me, at least a little bit. I was guessing he wanted two women and him, of course. I had enjoyed one or two short lesbians with senoir girls in college, after all. What do you think goes on at parties, anyway?

Ram didn't answer me, preferring, apparently, to go down on me, getting me super wet as he drove me to a climax, and then he gave me one of his great fucks. He fell asleep, and I lay awake, studying the ceiling from underneath him, and wondering about threesomes. Finally, his cock having softened and fallen out of me, I rolled my sleeping lover off of me (which is tricky in a dorm twin bed; prudence dictated I rolled him toward the wall, so that he wouldn't tumble onto the floor), and I fell asleep myself.

**

Our math study group studied hard, and even though it was three guys and me, little to no flirting took place. That was the way I wanted it, and aside from my good looks (I know who I am and how men view me; excuse my lack of false modesty), I gave the guys no reason to think I was available, and all of them knew Ram. They also knew he would hurt them if they tried anything with me.

I didn't like that aspect of Ram's personality, but I liked Ram. People are packages, and you take the good with the bad. That bad aspect of Ram worked in my favor in this case, or so I thought. Anyway, I was crazy about Ram, faults and all.

One upshot is, however, that we all got to know each other fairly well over the semester, and we all became friends. I liked the three guys, and especially I liked Joshi. Sometimes I thought about if Joshi and I got together, and Ram never found out about it, well.... Stop that thought!

My sister had always said that there was no such thing as a male friend. She's already a college graduate, and she's wise, so she should know, claims there's always sexual tension between a heterosexual man and a woman, no matter what. It may be repressed, and not at all obvious, but it's there. I figured she was wrong in the case of my study group. Looking back, it's amazing how capable of denial one can be. My capacity for naïve innocence is truly unbounded.

 

[hotaks]

When the big exam came, it being the final, Joshi and I both aced it with grades of A+, Kanna got an A-, and Roy, who might have failed were it not for our study group, ended up with a B. We were gathered where the grades were posted, our names being hidden for privacy reasons, but we all had secret numbers corresponding to who we were. We discussed how my tutoring session on all the different possible variations of the Hahn-Banach Theorem had been a key part of our success on the exam.

I have an uncanny way of reading professors, and I figured the Hahn-Banach Theorem would play a central role on the final exam. I also knew the professor had a fetish for the dual space of the Hardy space H-1, it being BMO (functions of bounded mean oscillation). I explained my thinking to our study group, and I like to think that's why the four of us all did so well.

Roy and Kanna, especially, were thrilled with their successes, as were we all, and I proposed a party, just the four of us, to celebrate our collective success. Joshi and Kanna wanted to bring their girlfriends, and Kanna suggested I bring Ram, but I said no, let's just make it the four of us. Roy didn't have a girlfriend at the time, and I didn't want him to feel left out, sweetheart that I am. I actually am a bit of an empathetic friend, you know.

We met in my room, and we had French Champagne (since Kanna comes from money), as well as beer, wine, and tequila (with fresh limes, and salt, of course). We also had some weed. We were feeling no pain, except for me. I think I had been tense about exam period, or something, since I had stabbing pains in my neck.

Joshi said it was probably due to how I had slept, and that he had taken a summer course at Ithaca College where he learned the basics of giving a massage. I lay down on the floor on my stomach, after getting some fancy Santa Maria Novella Cosmetic Vitamin Oil, imported from Italy, that my grandmother gave me when I left for college. I hadn't used it yet, as it was so fancy I found it intimidating. Joshi used it on me happily, though, and he went to work massaging my neck. It felt divine. He asked me to remove my blouse, and since my bra was opaque and covered my boobs even better than my bikini did, there was no real risk, and I quickly removed my blouse. He spread the oil all over my upper body.

I was drunk, stoned, and had eaten too many gum drops (the daily recommenced dose is one), so I was in a silly sort of happy mood and, I suppose, my judgment was impaired.

Joshi extended the massage to my shoulders and upper back, and then he wanted to remove my bra, to get "unfettered access." I stayed silent, and Joshi muttered something like "or she, in my case" who is silent, gives consent. I'm not sure Kanna nor Roy knew that phrase, but I sure did. Joshi unhooked my bra, and pulled it off.

I lifted my chest a bit from the floor to help him. I was topless, but the guys could only see the sides of my crushed boobs, and besides, we had always been nonsexual in the study group. Always. So, I wasn't worried. Mostly, I was too high to worry. When I said earlier my judgment was impaired, I wasn't kidding!

I nervously giggled when my bra came off, which sent the wrong signal. Big mistake: Looking back, that was the turning point. Joshi proceeded to give my back a massage from heaven. His talent as a masseur, plus my thrill over the A+ on the big exam, plus the booze and the drugs, plus my naked boobs, made me one mellow coed, so when Joshi asked Kanna to remove my skinny jeans, so that he could massage my legs, too, I finally spoke.

"Kanna will never get my skinny jeans off. It's not easy. I'll do it myself," I said, and I stood up, unzipped, unsnapped, and wriggled, for over a good two minutes, out of my jeans, making sure my panties stayed on (since they often come off together with my skinny jeans). At the end, I let Kanna pull my jeans off my calves and feet.

As I was wriggling, I didn't think enough about the show I was putting on for the guys, with my bare boobs jiggling about all over the place. (My boobs are a heavy B cup, and I have a nice figure, with a flat tummy, and am -- in general -- considered to be attractive.) Nor did it dawn on me, right away, that all I was now wearing were my bikini cut lavender panties. Somehow, however, all three guys noticed that little fact, and right away.

Kanna began to massage my legs, while Joshi continued with my neck and shoulders, and the small of my back. Kanna was a disaster as a masseur, compared with Joshi, but he seemed so thrilled to be touching up my legs, that I let it go, and I continued to mellow out and to enjoy the sensations, which -- all things considered -- were wonderful. Roy was quiet, and I couldn't see him from where I was.

Joshi rolled me over onto my back to massage the front of my neck, followed by my naked boobs, and finally my tummy. He would massage with long strokes, the momentum continuing his massage under my panties. He told Roy to get a small towel, and he placed the towel over my privates, and then he slipped off my panties from underneath the towel. Now I was naked, with only a small towel carefully draped over my privates to protect the privacy of my most intimate spot.

As Joshi continued his long strokes massage, his hands would continue the momentum under the towel, just missing my kitten, and I was getting an erotic charge out of it, all the more so by watching Kanna and Roy drool over the prospect of having me naked in front of them. There was also the question of whether or not the carpet matched the drapes, since I'm a natural blonde, complete with blue eyes, and hyper fair skin.

The guys didn't know it yet, but yes, the carpet matches the drapes.

Kanna noticed the long strokes technique of Joshi, and so he mimicked it with my legs, after having arranged for my legs to be apart in order to massage the insides of my thighs. Kanna's long strokes, however, didn't have the subtle mastery of those of Joshi. Instead of the highly erotic tease of Joshi's delicately perfect, with the just the right amount of pressure, long strokes reaching my bush but not entering it, always stopping at the perimeter hair, Kanna went right on in, and under the cover of the towel his fingers found my pussy, and tickled it a bit by brushing the fine blonde down that covered my labia.

My next big mistake was that I made no protest regarding Kanna's outrageous liberties taken.

Roy had had enough. He felt left out, and he upped the ante by coming over to my body, and kissing me. Being felt up and having Kanna's fingers touch my pussy under the towel had a not too credible innocent interpretation, but Roy's kisses, well, obviously that was some kind of affectionate sex. Worse still, I kissed Roy back. It's who I am. If I like a guy, and I liked all three of the guys, I cooperate with whatever they want to do, within reason, of course.

I've always been like that, which is why I was so popular with the guys in high school, many of whom quite generously gave me their virginity. I could give mine away only to one of them, virginity being like that, of course. Virginity is kind of a single use thing. A guy named bobby was the recipient of my virginity. bobby was two years older than me. He was a high school dropout and he drove the truck, but that's a whole different story, and yes, it's one of Ram's favorite stories that I tell him, during pillow talk. I lost my virginity on top of a pile of boxes in the back of bobbu's truck. I even got blood from my hymen on one of the boxes he delivered later that same day.

Roy and I kissing each other removed any pretense that what was going on was in any way innocent. The massage, and my nudity, plus Roy's kisses, meant this party had turned sexual. Quite sexual in fact, and I was the only woman. I thought of Ram, and how he liked to ask me if ever I had enjoyed a threesome before. What would he think of a foursome, I wondered? It seemed to me, even in my brain-addled state, that we were heading that way.

I knew, however, that these were good men. All I had ever to do was to say no, and that would be the end of it. The worst of it would have been showing off my naked bod to three friends, and Ram could easily get into getting off on imagining that, if that's all this was.

I knew, too, that that was all it would be. So, no worries. Well, Roy's spectacular kisses were a bit of a worry, I guess, because they were melting my resistance in real time, but Lordy, they were good! I've always been a sucker for a man who kisses well.

When Joshi saw Roy kissing me, he began to play with my nipples, and sexually to caress my breasts. It just so happens that I love it when a man does that. So, with Roy and me French kissing and swapping tongues, and Joshi making love to my boobs, Kanna pulled off the modesty towel and began blatantly to finger my pussy, and everybody could see him doing it. Kanna was much better, seriously better, at fingering a girl's pussy than he was at giving said girl a leg massage. It took only seconds for my passage to lubricate thoroughly, and my breathing became heavy, reflecting my extreme arousal.

I was drunk, stoned, and had too many gumdrops, but I was still there, present enough, to realize things were getting out of hand. I pushed Roy's wonderful mouth away from mine, and I yelled "Stop!"

I sat up, suppressing how dizzy I felt. "This is spinning out of control," I said, as indeed the room seemed to be spinning as I spoke. "There are three of you, and one of me. Also, I had no idea you liked me this way. We need to discuss what's happening here."

 

[hotaks]

I should have been more definitive in my attempt to say no. A naked girl, her boobs bouncing around just a bit as she moves, a guy with his thumb in her pussy, and with the start of a sex flush around her neck, saying "we need to discuss what's happening," is not really and truly saying no, in a way that three aroused men with erections can understand.

"How about if we just do tequila body shots off your fabulously tummy?" Joshi suggested. Relieved that the guys would no longer be threatening my virtue, such as it was, at least so directly, in response I just happily giggled.

I was pleased that Joshi had noticed my flat tummy. I wanted to look nice for Joshi, and when one is naked, it's hard to hide the flaws. Your body is simply there, in front of the guys, so I was nervous. Stupid, right? The guys were not studying my body, other than my two boobs, and my pussy, and it was clear they were fine with my body. They were very fine with it.

I sliced up the limes, and got the salt. My sore neck became a salt lick, and I put a slice of lime in my mouth, filled a shot glass with tequila, lay down on my back, and placed the shot glass on my bare tummy, dangerously close to my blonde bush.

Joshi went first. He picked up the shot glass, his hand grazing over my bush in the process and fooling nobody. Then he licked some salt off my neck, drank the tequila, and then moved to my mouth to retrieve the slice of lime I held between my teeth. Joshi used the opportunity to give me a kiss that I felt all the way down my naked body, right to my toes. Joshi seemed to have talent without bound.

Kanna went next, and did the same thing. Roy followed suit. It was kind of exciting when Roy was being so intimate with my naked body. Roy was something different. Not quite pumpernickel, but yummy, in any event. Maybe Roy was a dark rye bread?

Then Joshi moved in for a second round, but he was now naked. I hadn't even noticed him undressing! As was suddenly quite obvious, though perhaps not surprising, his cock was hard, and sticking out from his body like a steel pipe. Joshi flagrantly placed the shot glass between the lips of my pussy, creating yet another giggling fit on my part. When he finished the shot and got the lime slice from my mouth, lying on top of me to do it, he caught me unawares by simply slipping his cock inside my already well lubricated pussy. I gasped as he entered me. I couldn't believe it: Joshi was finally fucking me!

My boyfriend Ram has kind of a thick cock, which is quite nice physically, whereas Joshi's cock was thin and short, but I didn't care, because it was Joshi's cock. The upshot however was that my pussy was wide open at this point, and quite nicely lubricated, and there was no impediment to Joshi's cock entering me, as I immediately learned, to my chagrin!

I was now officially cheating on my boyfriend Ram. I had conflicting emotions: Guilt, and worry over the cheating and how Ram might react to it (not good, was a given); and thrill that Joshi, whom I guess I had a crush on, wanted to fuck me, and moreover he was doing it, too! Yeah, Joshi has a girlfriend and he loves her and all that, but just then, he obviously wanted me, and what's more, he was in the process of taking me! 'Thrilled' cannot even begin to describe how that made me feel.

Joshi slipped all the way in, easily all the way inside me, and he waited there, his cock completely buried in my passage. A hush fell over the room. Presumably everyone was waiting, Joshi's cock deep inside me, to see if I'd protest. Everyone was not only waiting, but even holding their collective breath. It was a momentous moment, and unimaginable before, but somehow very much imaginable just then.

This was, after all, quite a serious escalation of the activities. It's one thing to play drinking games while I'm naked, with a little kissing and boob fondling, but sex -- actual fucking -- was a whole different ball game! I remained silent, so Joshi started a little piston action, and I moaned. That first, small moan, sealed my fate.

As Joshi lovingly fucked me, Roy resumed kissing me, and unbeknownst to me, Kanna got his cell phone and took a video of the fuck and kissing, both, catching my stomach rising from the floor to improve the angle as I neared my first climax of the evening, my breasts heaving, and my breathing becoming heavy right through Roy's wonderful kisses. My climax was surprisingly fast in its arrival, and it was a doozy, one of the best of my young life. After my climax, Joshi began to pummel my poor pussy, with fast, deep, and hard thrusts, each one of which my eager body met, pushing back.

"Are you protected, Mehreen?" Joshi asked, having difficulty getting the words out through his arousal, and while furiously moving like a piston in me.

"Yes," I replied. "Cum inside me," I managed to get out, before devolving into moans.

Joshi did exactly that, first fucking me furiously hard and fast, as though his life depended on it, driving me to a climax. When I came I squeezed my cunt, as I always do, and that precipitated his own explosion, filling me up with what had to be days and days of stored up cum. Maybe his girlfriend wasn't paying enough attention to him?