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Jamal grabbed Nivetha by the hips as he slowly worked his huge cock inside her, pushing in, pulling out, then pushing in a bit more. Nivetha continued to moan and protest as she felt her pussy stretch. Nivetha pushed against Jamal's chest as she was impaled by Jamal's monster cock until he'd finally buried his full length inside her and his balls pressed up against her asshole.

As soon as he'd fed Nivetha his full twelve inches, Jamal felt her body tense and then suddenly relax as she finally surrendered. Nivetha went from pushing to simply resting her warm hands against his muscular chest, while spreading her legs and putting her feet on his hips. Jamal took a moment to admire just how sexy Nivetha was, with her perfect soft skin, firm tits, nice round ass, and a tight little bald pussy gripping his hard dick.

Jamal then leaned forward and kissed Nivetha, forcing his tongue into her mouth, tasting his own cum. She turned away immediately and so he postured up, put one hand on her hip and used the other to brace himself off the mattress. This allowed him to pull his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back home in one full thrust.

"Ohhhhgawwwwddd," whimpered Nivetha, leaning her head back as Jamal took her with deep powerful strokes, each one eliciting another soft feminine whimper.

Nivetha had never felt so full in all her life and, as Jamal continued to slam into her, she looked down to see his huge cock coated in her pussy juice. Nivetha whimpered and moaned like a slut as she watched Jamal pound her tight pussy without mercy. Jamal knew the effect his dick had on women and he was determined to fuck this young hot cop until she came all over him.

Jamal moved his hands to Nivetha's thighs, pushing her legs down and apart so he could go even deeper. Nivetha groaned loudly, closed her eyes, and reached out, gripping the soiled mattress with both hands. "Stop" she moaned, "Oh my God, my pussy, oh fuck, please stop!"

But Jamal knew she didn't mean it. He felt her hot cunt gripping his dick tightly and knew she was close to cumming. "That's it slut, take that big black cock. You know you like it, cum for me bitch," taunted Jamal as Nivetha writhed underneath him.

Nivetha couldn't help it, her hips started rising to meet Jamal's thrusts, and she opened her eyes again to look down at the incredible dick that was pounding her pussy into oblivion.

"Ah, ah, ah, oh fuck, no, oh fuck, please, oh my god no, uh , AHHHH, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM, FUCCKKK!!" screamed Nivetha in abject surrender as she was wracked with the biggest orgasm of her life.

Jamal watched Nivetha squirm and shake underneath him as she forgot herself and grabbed her own tits, tweaking her erect nipples. He slowly pulled his dick out of her with an audible plop and took a moment to admire her as she lay there, covered in sweat, breathing heavy and gently shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Jamal grabbed the remnants of Nivetha's underwear and slipped them down and off her smooth sexy leg, using them to wipe her cum from his cock before throwing them to the floor. He then grabbed Nivetha by the hips and flipped her over onto her stomach.

Nivetha meekly tried to push herself up but Jamal pinned her down by the back of the neck with one hand and used the other to lift her hips up and off the soiled mattress. "Head down, ass up baby," smirked Jamal as he lined up his hard dick with her still tender pussy.

Nivetha grabbed a nearby pillow and, bringing it to her mouth, bit down to keep from screaming out as Jamal grabbed her hips and took her from behind. With her head on the mattress and her ass in the air, Jamal was free to fuck Nivetha as hard and as fast as he wanted and he certainly did just that, the room filled with the loud wet slapping sound of his hips connecting with her round ass.

Nivetha screamed into the pillow, her body rocking forward as Jamal fucked her as hard as he could with all twelve inches. Nivetha could do nothing but grip the mattress, bite her pillow, and take it as her usually tight pussy was stretched and fucked to its limits.

Not even a minute passed before Nivetha's soft grunts and pathetic whimpers started to telegraph the onset of another orgasm. "Oh god not again" she thought as the warm feeling in her sodden cunt started to radiate out and she unconsciously started pushing her ass back in time to Jamal's thrusts.

"Oh god, fuck me," whispered Nivetha as her pussy tightened up on Jamal's cock for the second time. It was all too much for Jamal who grunted loudly as his balls tightened in response and let loose a flood of cum.

Nivetha let out a desperate whimper and then cried out, arching her back as Jamal's seed exploded inside her, bringing her to climax. Her whole body tensed as she came, screaming into her pillow, her pussy squeezing around Jamal's cock, milking the cum from his dick.

Jamal collapsed on top of Nivetha, flattening her out on the mattress, his sweaty chest pressed onto her back. Nivetha groaned again as she felt Jamal's cock throb and shoot a couple more loads inside her before gradually softening and slipping from her pussy. "Thanks for the lay bitch, never fucked a cop before," said Jamal as he lifted himself up off the mattress.

 

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Nivetha pulled her legs up, turning onto her side and curling into the fetal position. She reached down to her battered and used pussy, and shuttered as she felt Jamal's cum leak out from her in warm thick gooey rivulets that ran down her ass to pool onto the already soiled mattress.

Nivetha laid still and watched as Jamal cleaned his cum covered dick off with her panties again, this time putting them in his pocket, no doubt intent on keeping them as some sort of trophy. She then noticed Riya for the first time as she started slowly taking off her own clothes, but Jamal yelled out, stopping her in her tracks, "Leave her. We don't have time for that shit."

Just then Nivetha noticed the magnificent sound of sirens in the background, slowly getting closer, "Someone finally realized I'm not back at the office," she thought.

"Be glad your pig friends are coming to rescue you, otherwise you'd be spending the rest of the day licking my pussy," threatened Riya as she advanced on Nivetha.

"And don't even think of telling them what happened, not unless you want your fiance and all of your family and friends to see the porno I shot!" Riya then held her phone in front of Nivetha's face and pressed play on one of the videos she took, "This one is my favorite," she said, "You can really tell you're getting into it as you fuck back on my mans dick!"

A look of shock came over Nivetha's face, she'd been so out of it that she hadn't even noticed that she was being filmed. "Oh my god," she thought, remembering some of the things she had did and said.

"That's right slut," laughed Riya, "'AHHHH, OH MY GOD I'M GOING TO CUM', haha you fucking slut!"

"Come on," said Jamal, pulling Riya away, "Time to get going."

And with that both Jamal and the Riya ran out of the house leaving Nivetha all alone on the mattress, covered in sweat and cum. Nivetha took a minute to compose herself before getting up on wobbly legs. She couldn't believe how sore she was, never in her life had she ever been fucked so violently or by anyone near as large as Jamal. She slowly hobbled over to the living room where she found all of belongings, including her gun.

Nivetha collapsed to her knees and sobbed as she collected her stuff, the last string of Jamal's cum falling from her pussy to the dirty floor. With nothing to clean herself, Nivetha was forced to use the inside of her shirt to wipe all of the thick cum that had leaked from her swollen aching slit to cover the inside of her thighs.

It took her a few minutes but Nivetha finally managed to get dressed and make it out of the abandoned house.

She ran into her coworkers down the block. They were doing a house to house search and when they found her she lied and told them she got jumped from behind and knocked out after her last transmission. None of them seemed too suspicious of the fact she lacked any sort of head wound and thankfully by some miracle none of them noticed any of the "stains" on her exposed face, hands, or hair.

Nivetha was back to work within a week, her cover story not really giving her much of an excuse to take more time than that off. It didn't take long for Jamal to get picked up on his warrant and thrown back in jail. As far as Nivetha could tell he hadn't told anyone about what happened, at least if he had it hadn't gotten back to any of the officers at the detachment.

With Jamal out of the way, Riya ended up getting pinched on a small time drug possession charge and was living at a halfway house pending her trial. Nivetha didn't know if what happened to her would get out, but she knew that if she were to have any sort of plausible deniability that she had to at least get that cell phone back from Riya.

THE-END

 

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Mansion House S2 E12

The farm around her seemed to extend for miles and miles. Anushka, in an antiquated, long flowing dress, walked toward the barn. She cradled her swollen belly in her hands. The clouds glowed pink on the horizon, but she didn't know if that was east or west. Was the day in its infancy or at its end?

A rhythmic sound of water splashing caught Anushka's attention. She wandered through the barn door. Not water, but milk. A farmgirl sat on a stool, milking a cow with bloated udders. The girl was dirty, with a lean build, and blond hair. She turned when she heard Anushka's footsteps.

"Are you lost, ma'am?" The farmgirl's smile was warm and friendly.

"I don't know. I can't find home." Anushka looked around the barn. There was another cow, two horses, and some ducks softly quacking in the corner.

"Oh, you're talking about the Nayantar House. It's up the road a way." The farmgirl's eyes knitted with concern. "But you don't want to make your home there. You wouldn't believe what Mr. Vijay did to his wife." She turned back to her milking, still talking casually, as if engaged in neighborhood gossip. "There was a grand old clock at the top of the stairway. In a fury, he tore the thing open, removed its workings, and went searching for his pregnant wife."

"I don't think I want to hear anymore." Anushka shivered in the cold. She still didn't know if it was dawn or dusk. The milk splashed rhythmically in the bucket.

"When he found the lady of the house, he sliced her right open and pulled her workings right out of her. Just like that. He then stuffed what he had of the clock inside her." The farmgirl continued to squeeze the udders, not looking back at Anushka. "But that's not the worst of it. The man then took her workings up to that hollowed out clock and placed them neatly inside. And ... somehow, the clock started right back up ticking again. That enraged Mr. Vijay something fierce, but even as they took him away, the clock struck the hour like it always did."

"God help me." Anushka backed away from the girl, watching her blond hair shake slightly with her movements.

"Don't you see?" The farmgirl kept on with her work as she talked. "God doesn't want to help you. Mr. Vijay is the hand of God. You need to seek help from those wronged by Him. Not those doing terrible things." The milk splashed in the bucket. Splish, splash, splish, splash.

Anushka woke with a start. The rhythmic sound of milk flowing had somehow followed her out of her dream. She blinked her eyes in the dark. She lay on her back in bed, and someone was on top of her. Anushka knew who it was. "Ileana," Anushka whispered. "I told you, not with Ganesh here."

"Mmmmmppphhhh." Ileana didn't respond, she kept gulping down milk from Anushka's left boob.

"Ooohhhhhhh, Ileana." Anushka couldn't help herself. She cupped the woman's wavy hair and held her head to her breast. Ganesh snored just a foot away. This was too much. Ganesh would find out about everything if she couldn't put a lid on the naked woman writhing on top of her. Oh, no. Anushka realized that Ileana had forgotten her modesty. Anushka could feel their skin to skin contact. The woman was so warm. Ileana's thigh nudged in between Anushka's legs and rubbed up against Anushka's panties. "Aaaaaahhhhhh." Anushka sucked her breath in. The thigh rubbed and rubbed against Anushka's pussy.

Ileana lifted her mouth off Anushka's nipple. "I have never felt more safe than at your breast. Let me make you feel good, too." She rocked her hips against the larger woman. From the sounds Anushka made, she knew it was working. The pleasure consumed the rest of the world so completely that Ileana didn't even care that her rocking motion might wake Anushka's husband. She placed her mouth on Anushka's right nipple, and drank some more.

"Ugh ... ugh ... ooohhhhhh." Anushka loved the pressure of Ileana's breasts on Anushka's round belly. "Ileana ... Ileana ... you're going to make me ..." Anushka's hips writhed with Ileana's. "It's ... good ..." Anushka bit down on her blanket and trembled out her climax. "Mmmmmmmppppphhhh." When Anushka was done, Ileana still moved on top of her, gulping milk. "We ... have to ... stop," Anushka whispered.

"Anu?" Ganesh rolled over. "What ...?" Sleep wouldn't quite leave him as he tried to pull himself awake.

Anushka panicked. She pushed Ileana off her, so that the poor woman fell right out of bed on the floor with an audible "oof." In the same move, Anushka reached over and pushed her husband out of the other side of the bed. He hit the floor with a thud.

"Ow." Ganesh rubbed his head. "What happened?" He sat up and looked at his wife in bed in the starlight.

"You must have had a nightmare, Ganesh. You jumped out of bed." Anushka looked at him with honest concern.

"I did?" Ganesh got to his feet and climbed back into bed. "I was having a nightmare."

"Are you hurt?" Anushka rubbed his shoulder.

"No, I'm fine." Ganesh put his head on the pillow. "I'm just tired. I have more work in the basement tomorrow. Need to get some rest." And within twenty seconds he snored again.

"Ileana?" Anushka looked over the edge of her side of the bed. The naked woman hugged the cold floor. At least Ileana had the sense to stay hidden. "We need to talk," Anushka whispered. She slipped out of bed, pulled the woman to her feet, and led her out of the bedroom by the hand. She quietly closed the door behind them.

"I'm sorry." Ileana stood naked in the hall, shivSnehag. She looked up into to Anushka's eyes, but everything was dark. "I don't know what came over me. I ... just ... need you."

"Look, I understand." Anushka, naked but for her soaked panties, put her hands on Ileana's shoulders and leaned forward to bring herself down to Ileana's level. She was aware that her breasts now dangled out in the open. "But my marriage is sacrosanct. We have to respect Ganesh. If you need me, come wake me up and I'll join you in your room."

"What?" An unexpected smile crept over Ileana's face. "Really?"

"Really." Anushka nodded. "Have you had enough milk for the night?"

"Could I have more, please?" Ileana wasn't sure if she was being greedy.

"Of course." Anushka took her hand and led her into the guest room. "All you have to do is ask."

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The Family decided to fill their house for New Year's Eve. They invited friends from school, and their old neighborhood. They didn't expect to have such an expansive house again once they sold the mansion. So, New Year's was as good a time as any for a big party.

"Should we be drinking champagne?" Anu Emmanuel stood with her back to a roaring fire in the home's main living room, Shriya had an arm casually over Anu Emmanuel's shoulder.

"It's not expensive champagne. Just because we live in a mansion, doesn't mean we're rich." Shriya had rosy cheeks, and a certain loss of inhibitions. It wasn't her first sip of champagne that night.

"I just mean, I'm still three years away from twenty-one." Anu Emmanuel looked at her plastic cup with its bubbling, golden liquid.

People milled around the room. Laughter and chatter filled the air.

"Come on, girl. You've got blue hair for heaven's sake. Drink with me." Shriya clanged her cup against Anu Emmanuel's and took a sip.

"Ileana." Shriya smiled over at her girlfriend. "Come have a drink with me."

"Happy New Year, Shriya." Ileana walked over to Shriya, gave her a hug, and kissed her cheek. "But no alcohol for me, thank you."

"Are you ...?" Shriya looked down at the woman's long, formless dress. It was hard to tell if her belly was growing. But then again, she'd seen the woman naked plenty that week, and Ileana's tummy seemed pretty flat.

"No, no. It's prohibited by my religion." Ileana continued to smile as she adjusted her hijab. She looked over at Shriya's pretty friend. The girl was Shriya's age, and seemed innocent enough. But Ileana couldn't read people like she used to. She felt her face growing hot. It was such a short time ago that she'd never had a naughty thought, especially not about other women. Times had changed. "Is your mother around?"

"She's over there." Shriya pointed to the other side of the room, where Anushka stood talking to Sneha and her husband.

"Do you mind if I ...?" Ileana felt so embarrassed asking for permission to leave a teenager. But there she was.

"Go ahead. Run along. We'll catch up with you later." Shriya smiled and waved to Ileana as the wove through the crowd.

"That was weird." Anu Emmanuel frowned at the woman.

"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Hello, Anu Emmanuel." Krishan looked over at Shriya's friend, as she stood there awkwardly. "You don't hear it?"

"Um ... uh ..." Anu Emmanuel wondered at the way Krishan's sister-in-law looked at him. Hansika seemed to be just as infatuated with Krishan as Anu Emmanuel was. But that was impossible. "Um ... well ... hello."

"Actually, I've been meaning to talk to you." Krishan dropped Hansika's arm, handed his drink back to his sister, and reached a hand out to Anu Emmanuel. "Got a minute?" With each tick-tock the clock grew louder.

"Sure." Anu Emmanuel blushed profusely, and took Krishan's hand.

"I'll be right back." Krishan winked at his smirking sister and his frowning sister-in-law. He led Anu Emmanuel through the crowded room, out into the hall, and down the basement stairs. Mercifully, the basement was empty. The clock tick-tocked its way toward midnight somewhere in the house.

 

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"What's up, Krish?" Anu Emmanuel tried to sound casual as they sat next to each other on the sofa. She smoothed out the fancy dress she wore for the party.

"I think you're beautiful, Anu Emmanuel." Krishan put a hand on her thigh.

"Really?" Anu Emmanuel's blush deepened.

There was a pause. "Well, what do you think of me?" Krishan rubbed her thigh gently. Confidence was so easy once acquired. Before the mansion, Krishan would have died in such a position.

"I think you're cute." Anu Emmanuel reprimanded herself. That wasn't the right thing to say. "I mean, I like you." No, that was too forward. "I mean, I saw your dick and ..." Oh shit, that was really too forward.

"Don't worry, I get it." Krishan leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips. He brushed some of her blue hair off her forehead. He kissed her again just as the clock chimed midnight. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Do you hear that?"

"The clock? Yeah, it's midnight." Anu Emmanuel nodded. She realized she'd been holding in her breath. She let it out. The room buzzed around her. She hadn't had that much champagne.

"Here's to more kisses in the new year." Krishan leaned in and darted his tongue into her mouth.

"Yyymmmm pppplllllttthh." Anu Emmanuel put her hands on his shoulders. What a delight that he was such a good kisser. And that he was kind enough to look past her awkwardness. As the clock's resonant chimes echoed through the house, Anu Emmanuel thought this was the best way to ring in the new year. The crowd cheered midnight up in the living room. She didn't even push Krishan's hand away when it cupped her left boob. The moment was so magical that as the clock finished its twelfth chime, she felt the vibrations from it continue, making the house swim around her. It was almost like they were lost in time.

"Oh, sorry." Ganesh walked down the stairs and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. "I have to fix something in the laundry room."

Krishan broke his kiss, but kept his hand on Anu Emmanuel's handful of boob. "Dad? It's New Year's Eve. What the heck?"

"Sorry." Ganesh scuffled by. "As you were." He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Why is your dad fixing something in there now?" Anu Emmanuel was a little weirded out by the older man.

"He's been obsessed with a valve in there for a while." Krishan shrugged. "Where were we?" He kissed Anu Emmanuel again. He felt her tense this time, but she quickly relaxed.

Nayanthara stood in the shadows watching the lovebirds. Clearly the powers of the house had changed. She waxed and Vijay waned. The Krishan Family were truly a delight.

Anu Emmanuel and Krishan made out for about a half hour and the house continued to swim and vibrate around them. Both forgetting about Ganesh in the next room. Eventually, they pulled themselves away from each other and went back to the party, holding hands.

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"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Krishan squeezed Hansika a little closer, he could feel her expanding belly on his side. "Is Karun around?" He scanned the room looking for his older brother.

"I think he was busy talking to one of his buddies." Hansika nodded across the room.

"Good." Krishan winked at his sister. "See you two in a little bit." He smiled at Anu Emmanuel, who had the strangest look on her face. He led Hansika down the hall, past a few people laughing and talking by the stairs, and into the library. "I wanted to ring in the new year with you. I hope you don't mind if you're not kissing your husband at the stroke of twelve."

"I don't mind." Hansika pulled up her dress, exposing some lacy panties she'd put on for Krishan earlier, hoping for that exact moment between them. "But I don't want just a kiss." She turned around, spread her legs, and stuck her butt back at her brother-in-law.

"You're such a romantic." Krishan was already painfully hard. He dropped his pants and boxers and stepped up behind her. "Such a nice ass." He slapped at her alabaster ass-cheek.

"Ow. Thank you, Krish." Hansika shivered. She felt him push her panties to the side and slide in. She was so wet for him. "Next year ... ugh ... I'm having your baby."

 

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"We should ... ah ... ah ... start talking about names." Krishan grabbed her hips and got into a good rhythm.

"Ooohhhhh. You want ... to name ... the baby?" Hansika marveled at how loud the clock was.

"It is ... mine ..." Krishan could hear the clock strike midnight. The muffled sound of the crowd cheering filtered in from the living room. The house swam around him as he pumped her harder. He leaned forward, grabbed her blond hair, and twisted her head sideways so he could give her the traditional midnight kiss.

"It is ... yes." And suddenly she was kissing Krishan over her shoulder, as the clock turned one year into the next. Last New Year's, she'd mostly pitied Krishan. Now she pitied her husband. Karun was just a few rooms away, but he was a universe away in her mind. The world around her blurred as pleasure took hold of her body.

When the clock finished chiming, Krishan broke the kiss. He still felt the vibrations moving through the room. "You're mine. But I'll loan you to my brother."

"Yes." Hansika shuddered, her orgasm almost upon her. "The baby's yours. I'm yours. Forever, Krish."

Krishan still held her hair, but gave her a little slack as she came on his dick. He hoped she wasn't being too loud. He didn't want to alert any of the guests to their activities.

Behind the mating couple, Nayanthara looked on, rubbing her round belly. This would be the year. A warm bright smile spread across her pretty lips. The clock was almost worth it. Almost. She watched them copulate for a while longer and vanished right after Krishan emptied himself deep inside Hansika.

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"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"It's almost midnight." Shriya looked over at her brother and winked. "Keep the drink, Krish." She took Anu Emmanuel's hand and led her out of the room. "I want to show you something." Shriya led Anu Emmanuel upstairs, giving her friend's butt a little smack as Anu Emmanuel climbed ahead of Shriya.

"Shriya." Anu Emmanuel looked back at her friend and smiled. "Hands off the merchandise."

"You saving yourself for my brother?" Shriya gave her butt another light smack as they crested the stairs. She pulled Anu Emmanuel playfully over to a sofa hiding in the shadows of the open living room. The sofa was positioned to look out a grand window, taking in the snowy fields around the house. A perfect spot.

"Don't tease." Anu Emmanuel sat down next to Shriya and put her head on her friend's shoulder. "Obviously. You know I like him." Anu Emmanuel had the strangest sense that something very good had already happened with Krishan, but couldn't quite remember what it was.

"And what about me?" Shriya looked out over the moonlit snow. She put an arm around Anu Emmanuel's narrow shoulders. The clock tick-tocked louder. It sounded like it was right behind them, but of course that wasn't so.

"You're my friend." Anu Emmanuel's shoulders tensed a little under Shriya's arm. "I ... um ... I'm not into girls." The clock ponderously struck midnight with deep, musical notes. Anu Emmanuel could hear the crowd cheering down in the living room. The house shook a little and moved ... unnaturally. Was it actually moving?

"Kiss me, I might surprise you." Shriya put her finger on Anu Emmanuel's delicate chin and turned her pretty face toward Shriya's waiting lips. As one year changed into a new one, she slipped her tongue into Anu Emmanuel's mouth. For a horrifying second, Shriya thought Anu Emmanuel really wasn't into girls, and she'd made a huge mistake. But the girl in her arms softened, her tongue became playful, and she kissed Shriya back.

"Mmmppphhhh." Anu Emmanuel gave into the make-out session. She really had thought she wasn't into girls, but Shriya quickly changed her mind. She even let Shriya's hand snake its way up and cup Anu Emmanuel's left boob. It felt so good.

Shriya broke the make-out session and kissed her way over to Anu Emmanuel's ear. She nibbled on it and looked out at the snow. She could see a woman looking up at her from the cold outside. The woman was clearly pregnant and wearing a long, Victorian dress. Shriya waved down to Nayanthara as Anu Emmanuel squirmed and squealed at Shriya's tongue in her ear. Nayanthara waved back to Shriya.

 

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The teenagers made out for a while on the dark second floor, and then reluctantly, they made their way back down to the party.

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"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Shriya, could I borrow you for a minute?" Krishan let go of Hansika's arm and handed her Shriya's champagne.

"Sure, what's up?" Shriya took her brother's hand.

"We'll be back in a little bit." Krishan winked at Hansika, who frowned at him. Anu Emmanuel had the strangest look on her face, like she was trying to remember something. They stood awkwardly together as Krishan led Shriya across the room. "I've got the perfect way to ring in the new year."

"Okay." Shriya gave her brother some leeway. He'd proven himself worthy of trust lately.

Krishan whispered in Shriya's ear, and she nodded.

The twins stepped up to a circle of lively conversation. Anushka smiled over at the twins. Ileana was there, too. As was Sneha, her husband, and her son. Tarun didn't want to make eye contact with his ex-girlfriend, so he looked at his shoes. Ganesh stood next to his wife to complete the circle.

"Ileana ... Sneha ...?" Shriya smiled over at the women. "Could we borrow you for just a minute?"

"Dear?" Sneha looked at her husband. She thought the request strange, but she wanted to be a polite guest.

"As long as you're back for a midnight kiss." Her husband smiled at Sneha and patted her hand.

"Of course." Sneha kissed her husband on the cheek and walked off with Ileana and the twins.

The four of them left the living room, turned down the hall, and descended into the basement. Shriya and Krishan sat on the couch and patted the cushions.

"What's going on?" Sneha looked around the room uncertainly, and then sat on Krishan's end of the sofa. Butterflies flapped in her stomach. But nothing was going to happen. Krishan wouldn't do anything with his sweet sister and a houseguest right there.

Ileana sat next to Shriya. The tick-tock of the hidden clock seemed louder in there. Ileana lifted the hijab off her head and dropped it to the floor. It was odd showing her hair to Sneha, but Ileana suspected that would be the least of what would happen in the basement that night.

"We thought there would be nothing better than to ring in the new year with our girlfriends." Shriya admired Ileana's beautiful black hair. She brushed her fingertips along the other woman's soft cheek.

"What did she just say?" Sneha's blood pressure rose. After what had happened with Krishan in the cabin, she supposed nothing should surprise her, but Shriya's words certainly did.

"Shh. It's almost time." Krishan turned toward Sneha and pressed his back up against his twin's back. What a team. The clock struck midnight and Krishan kissed Sneha on the lips.

Out of habit, Sneha returned the teenager's kiss, even as she could hear the crowd cheering the new year upstairs. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she thought of her husband with no one to kiss upstairs. But she didn't stop. The house around her seemed to breathe in and out along with her. For a minute she forgot about the other woman and teenager on the couch, but then heard them kissing, too. What was happening?

The clock stopped chiming, and Shriya reached her hands up to Ileana's boobs. The woman moaned in response. The room swam around them.

"Oh, sorry." Ganesh walked into the basement and tried not to look at the kissing teenagers as he wandered past them in the basement. "I have to fix something in the laundry room." They were just some kids having fun after all, he envied them.

The four people on the couch stopped kissing and watched Ganesh move through the dimly lit room with wide eyes. All of them were convinced they'd been caught, but he never looked their way.

 

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"Sorry." Ganesh scuffled by. "As you were." He went into the laundry room and closed the door.

"Shit." Shriya looked over her shoulder at her brother and giggled. Her laughter caught on and pretty soon all four of them laughed at the silly middle-aged man that had just walked by the scandal of a lifetime. Still giggling, Shriya went back to kissing Ileana.

"You look so pretty tonight." Krishan felt up Sneha's boobs.

"Thank you, Krishan, but we should stop." Sneha looked around him as the two women made out on the other end of the couch. "My husband will be looking for me. And this feels more than a little odd."

"You said the same thing in the cabin. Remember?" Krishan kissed the wife and mother again and she melted in his hands.

A little while later, the four of them were naked. They had all forgotten that Ganesh was in the next room, even though there was an occasional bang or clank as he worked on the plumbing.

Sneha groaned as she rode Krishan's big cock, her right knee pushing against Ileana's left knee.

Ileana rubbed her vagina on Shriya's left thigh, her hips rocking to the beat of some deeply recessed animalistic call.

"They should ... ugh ... kiss." Krishan looked over at his twin with a dreamy smile.

"Yeah." Shriya returned the smile. "Why don't you ... kiss each other?" When the women riding the twins didn't do anything, she smacked Ileana's wobbling butt. "Come on ... do it."

Nayanthara stood by the door to the laundry room, making sure Ganesh wouldn't interrupt the devolving situation in the basement. She smiled and rubbed her belly. The twins were made for this. The dam created by a millennia of patriarchal rules had burst. And lust flooded out.

"Really?" Ileana looked over at the attractive, sweaty woman as she bounced on Krishan's lap. Sneha's great breasts flopped with every leap her vagina took on that bloated penis. Ileana leaned toward Sneha, her hips still grinding her vagina into Shriya's trim thigh.

"Oh, gosh. I never thought ..." Sneha let the beautiful woman kiss her. It was such a soft, understanding touch of lips and tongue. They kissed some more and Sneha, now grinding the penis deep inside her, let her tongue explore Ileana's mouth. Making out with a woman was wholly unlike kissing Krishan. Sneha felt urgency and aggression from her skinny boyfriend. But with Ileana, it was patience and relish. "Mmmppphhh." Sneha was going to have an orgasm. A big one. While doing the most depraved things.

"Gggggpppphhhhh." Ileana had now kissed three women in that house. And one of them was somehow her girlfriend. She gave herself over to insanity, ready to climax.

"Who ... ugh ... would have thought ... Shriya?" Krishan looked over at his sister past four dangling boobs. He took her hand in his and squeezed.

"We're ... unstoppable, Krish." Shriya squeezed back. She almost laughed at all the boob jiggling between her and Krishan, but she was too close to her own orgasm.

"I'm ... about to ... cum." Krishan pushed his hips up into the grinding woman.

"Cum ... Krish ... cum ..." Shriya's head jerked as an electric orgasm hit her.

The four of them climaxed together on the basement couch as Nayanthara looked on.

After a few minutes, they slowly dressed and made their way back to the party. Sneha hoped her husband was drunk enough not to notice how sweaty and disheveled she was. She'd have to make it up to him later for not being there to kiss him at midnight.

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"Different cultures, I guess." Shriya shrugged. Her smile widened as Krishan strode up to them, arm in arm with Hansika.

"Does the clock sound louder to you tonight?" Krishan casually took Shriya's cup from her with his free hand and took a sip.

 

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"It does." Hansika nodded, looking down at Krishan's profile.

Shriya paused to listen. Now that he mentioned it, she could hear the ticking even over the buzz of conversation in the room. "It does seem more prominent."

"Um ..." Anu Emmanuel couldn't hear any clock with the cacophony in the room. She could just hear the fire cracking and popping merrily behind them.

"Five minutes to midnight," someone in the crowd yelled.

"Already?" Krishan let go of Hansika's arm and handed his sister's drink back to Shriya. "I've got to go talk to Mom before midnight. I'll be back." He winked at Shriya, who winked back. Anu Emmanuel and Hansika frowned at him as he walked off through the crowd.

"Mom?" Krishan found Anushka having a lively discussion with a bunch of people, including Sneha, her husband, and Sneha's son, Tarun, who had tried to rat out Krishan to Shriya. Tarun looked down at his shoes.

"What is it, pumpkin?" Anushka gave Krishan a quizzical look.

"Can we talk?" Krishan offered her a small smile.

"Yes, of course." Anushka took Krishan's hand and led him out of the room. Krishan seemed like he needed her urgently, so she led him down the hall, past the library and into the den. She flipped on the light and closed the door behind them. "What is it, Krish?"

"It's almost midnight, Mom." Krishan stepped closer to her and put his arms around her shapely body. Her growing belly pressed into him. He let his hands drop to her perfect ass. "And there's no one I'd rather kiss to ring in the new year."

"You're so sweet, pumpkin." Anushka put her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his. The floral smell of his shampoo filled her nose. "But maybe I should still kiss your father at midnight. It's tradition." She didn't move. The tick-tock of that great clock echoed through the house.

"Dad's dumb. Stay with me." He squeezed her butt, taking big handfuls of each cheek through her dress.

"Yes, your father is a bit dumb. I don't know why I didn't see it before." Anushka sighed. "But still, maybe I should go back --" She was interrupted by the chiming of the clock. The spartan den shook, and vibrated with each sonorous peal, almost like it wasn't really there at all.

"Too late, Mom." Krishan turned his face to hers and found her lips with his. Mother and son stood pressed together, as the house swooned around them. In the distance, they could hear the crowd cheering in the living room.

Midnight passed, and they still stood with their lips locked. Neither noticed the Victorian woman sitting in an armchair on the other side of the room.

"Go on," Nayanthara whispered.

Anushka broke the kiss. "We have to get back to the party." She put her finger on Krishan's handsome chin. "Don't look so dejected. What kind of mother would I be if I left you high and dry? Do you think you can finish quickly?"

"Yeah." Krishan nodded eagerly.

"Good boy." Anushka turned, lifted her dress, and put her hands against the wall. "Do you want my pussy or my butt, sweetie?"

"Those are some fancy panties. Are they for Dad?" Krishan dropped his pants and underwear and stepped up behind her. He admired the expanse of her ass clad in some lacy red panties.

"I wore them for you, Krish. I thought something like this might happen. Do you like them?" Anushka noticed Nayanthara sitting and watching them. She didn't say anything about it to Krishan. It seemed almost natural to have that phantom in the room at a special moment like New Year's.

"I love them." Krishan pulled her panties down to Anushka's knees. "How about I take your pussy and then your butt?" Krishan rubbed the purplish head of his dick against her pussy lips.

"Whatever you want. But we have to be quick, okay. People will ... aaaaahhhhhhhhhh." Anushka convulsed. Her son had only just slid his penis into her and she was already climaxing.

"This is the year you're gonna have my baby, Mom." Krishan dug his fingers into her hips and got into a good rhythm.

"Yeeeessssssss." Anushka came out of her orgasm, pleasure tingling all over her body.

"And Dad thinks it's his." Krishan looked over at her wedding ring pressed up against the wall. Whatever those diamonds had symbolized when Ganesh had first put them on her finger had crumbled almost completely. "But it's not his baby."

"No ... not his ... uh ... uh ... you're going to be ... a father ..." Anushka arched her back for him. "You're only eighteen ... but you're ... growing our family ... Krish." The rhythmic slap of her wide butt against his narrow hips filled the room.

"This is the year of ... ah ... ah ... ah ... babies." Krishan was really getting into it. He noticed Nayanthara for the first time sitting in the armchair. She smiled encouragement at him. He smiled back. "I don't want to ... use those condoms, Mom. Not with ... anyone."

"Oh, gosh." Anushka had a hard time denying that she wanted him to spread his seed.

"I'm going to knock up everyone."

"Not ... everyone." Anushka trembled, another climax on the way. "Not ... your sister."

"Shriya wants it, Mom. Don't ... ugh ... you want our family ... to grow more?"

"Oh ... yeeessssssssss." The orgasm seized Anushka. Her mind spiraled away from her. When she came back down from the clouds, her son's monstrous cock was in her ass.

"I'm going to ... breed ... Shriya ... too." Krishan's hips fell out of rhythm. His mom had asked him to be quick, and all the talk about babies had really pushed him toward the edge. "Tell me you want me to put a baby in her. This is the year of babies, Mom."

"Yes ... ugh ... ugh ..." Anushka grunted like a hog. Her son was so deep in her guts. "The year of ... ugh ... babies. Put ... a baby ... ooohhhhh ... in your sister."

"Cummmminnnngggg." Krishan let out a series of soft grunts and unloaded in his mom's ass.

Nayanthara clapped her hands in excitement and faded away.

It took several minutes before Krishan could bring himself to pull out. "Wow. That was perfect."

"Yes ..." Anushka still panted. "It was." She automatically turned, got to her knees, and cleaned him off with her tongue. It didn't bother her in the least that that huge thing had just been in her ass. How strange.

"Did you mean it?" Krishan reached down and gently caressed her pretty face as she finished up his cleaning. "Can Shriya and I ...?"

"Oh, Krish." Anushka gave his penis one last kiss and pulled up his underwear and pants, tucking his thing away under his waistband. "I just can't say no to you." She stood up and straightened out her panties and dropped her dress down over her legs. "I'll think about it, okay?"

"Thanks, Mom." Krishan leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He knew when she said that it was as good as yes. "You're the best mom ever."

"And don't forget it." Anushka slapped his scrawny butt and moved him toward the door. "Now let's get back to our party." Anushka shivered as she thought about being a good hostess with a gallon of her son's cum up her ass. They walked out into the hall and rejoined the party.

To be continue...

 

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I watched Surabhi house that night with anticipation. Her parents were gone for the weekend, I knew that since they had told me themselves, and asked me to keep an eye on the house, make sure the daughter didn't throw any wild parties. She didn't throw a wild party, it was pretty tame, just a bunch of her friends over, a lot of drinking and carrying on, that's it. It didn't even last long. Her friends all left early at about two in the morning, they didn't even stay the night. After they were gone, I approached the living room window from the rear of the house, and saw her in the living room.

Two empty liquor bottles were sitting on the coffee table, several playing cards scattered about, glasses with unfinished drinks, even a bong. She was on the couch, watching television, a drink in her hand. She was slouching deeply, her eyes half closed, conscious enough just to lift the drink to her mouth. Her skirt had ridden up high on her thighs, her long, tanned legs were sticking out, one stretched out on the sofa, her other foot propped up on the coffee table. Her blouse was tight, so I could see the bra underneath. Her hair, long and blonde was tossed roughly about her face. She was beautiful. I was getting hard just watching her. I rubbed my cock through my jeans, and licked my lips. Yes, I would most definitely watch their daughter.

I had known that she would have some sort of party. Being a good friend of the family, and a friend that she thought was pretty cool, she had come to me earlier in the day, asking if I'd buy some liquor for a party she was going to have. She was in college now, living at home still, until she graduated, but still not old enough to buy alcohol. I asked for details, found out it wasn't a party, as much as a few friends hanging out, no boys allowed, girls gossiping and drinking. It sounded like fun to me. She just wanted two pints, one of rum for her, and one of tequila for the other girls, she couldn't drink tequila, so always drank rum with really fruity drinks. I agreed, giving the typical adult warnings, and said I would be keeping an eye out, making sure nothing bad happened. She said that was fine, she would have even invited me, if it wasn't girls only. I picked up the alcohol for her, and opened both bottles, and poured a bit of liquor out of both. I ground up a few queludes, and poured the powder into the rum. I capped them both, and shook the rum bottle vigorously, watching the powder dissolve. I gave them to her, saying I took a nip from both as payment, she thought it was funny, and said goodbye.

I reached my hand into my pocket, and pulled out the house key they had given me many years ago, the emergency key. They had needed it a few times, she had needed it as well, locked out after returning from school. I watched her, watched her grow tired, still sipping from her drink, then she quickly drank back everything in the glass, set it down on the table, and sank into the couch. Her eyes closed, and she pulled her arms tightly to her chest. I watched for several minutes, saw her breathing become slower and deeper, her head fell to the side. She was asleep.

I walked to the back door, and carefully inserted the key. I turned it slowly, and heard the bolt slide into the door. The door opened towards me, making a very slight squeaking noise. Quietly, I moved into the house, closed the door after me, and locked it again. I dropped the key back into my pocket and stood still, listening to the house. I could hear the television, sounded like some music channel, I could hear some horrible rap music, playing rather loudly, but that's all I heard. I moved slowly out of the laundry room that I had entered and moved into the hallway. I peered into the living room from the hallway.

She was as I had last seen her. She was asleep on the couch. I left her there, and quietly walked to the front door, I checked the lock and it was bolted. Then, I walked into the living room, and went to each window, closing the blinds. I thought about turning down the television, but thought that might wake her, and also might help to disguise any other noise from inside the house.

I stood above her for a minute, staring at her, admiring her, devouring her with my eyes. I took possession of her with my stare, claiming her as mine. One arm had fallen off her chest and lay on the floor, the other was sitting on her stomach. One leg had fallen on the floor as well, so that she lied halfway off the couch. She was completely passed out.

I knelt on the floor beside her, and leaned my head over her face. I felt her breath on my lips, it smelled sweet, more like fruit juice than liquor. I touched my lips to hers. I kissed her lightly, waiting to see if she would wake. Then, I opened my mouth, and forced hers open with my lips. I kissed her deeply, my tongue slipped in to touch her tongue. My right hand touched her hair, and moved through it, caressing. My left hand moved up to her shirt, and pulled it up out of her skirt. I laid my hand on the bare skin of her tight stomach. I stopped kissing her deeply, and returned to lighter kisses, not wanting to wake her. My left hand moved to her hips, feeling her smooth skin, I traced my fingers along her hips, brushing her panties.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and pulled it open. I gently lifted her up, to pull the blouse off of her, and tossed it on the ground. I unsnapped the bra from the back, removed it and laid her back on the couch. I kissed her right breast, my left hand caressing the other breast, then moving my hand down her body, enjoying the feel of her skin, her stomach, her hips. I moved to the left breast, kissing it, sucking it into my mouth. I moved down further, kissing her stomach, licking her belly button, sucking on the skin at her ribs, and then licked my tongue up her chest, sucking her nipples again. I moved up to her neck, kissing, trailing my tongue on her skin. I could feel her pulse in her throat, and her breath, as she slept. My left hand trailed down to her skirt, and to her legs. I moved it along her thighs, slowly tracing the line down her inner thighs, from knee to her panties.