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It was my eighteenth birthday, a special day for me. This is the day when I would go to the city for the first time in my life and stay there for the next few years. My mother told me that my father would come and take me with him. I had only seen him a few times in my life. My mother also briefed me that I would be inducted into the trade of prostitution after a ritual tonight. I was thrilled that I would join the trade of the family, but was also deeply sad that I would be away from all my sisters, aunts, and especially my mother.

My mother understood my feelings and said that I would see my father more during this phase of my life than I ever have and ever would again. She also said that I may also meet my elder sister Saniya, who also had gone to the city, three years ago, on her eighteenth birthday. Besides, my mother lovingly told me, it was only till I reached the age of 27 that I would be away from the village. Then I would be married to breed children and raise them here under the guidance of the elders.

Our village is an all female village, hidden in a remote area, having its own culture. Only husbands are allowed to come and copulate with their woman so as to make them pregnant.Special huts are built on the fringes of the village where the husbands can meet their wives. Once their woman becomes pregnant, the husbands must leave.

The female children are looked after till they reach their 18th birthday, when they are taken to the city. There in the city, their virginity is sold, and they are to entertain men or women with sex till they are 27 years old. When women reach the age of 27, they are sold to a husband, and bear children for him until she reaches 40. She raises her children in the all-female village with the help of older women. The only time they see men after marriage is to be impregnated. Special herbs are given to young women to keep their sex drives high at all times and to prevent pregnancy.

My mother packed my things up, and promptly my father came early in the afternoon. He loaded my luggage and me into a car for my first trip to the city. The car was luxurious and my father was driving it, while I sat beside him. My father kept looking at me. He then told me, “Anikha, don’t be afraid, I have connections and I am putting you in the hands of a very good friend of mine. He is the leading seller of women to the brothels that cater to the richest men.”

I listened to him intently and nodded. He continued, “You would stand on a dais before a group of men, and they would bid huge amounts of money on your virginity. I am sure that you would be worth a lot of money because your long black hair and innocent eyes emphasizes your virginity and purity. You are also petite and womanly, and men would want to touch your body more than they want to breathe.”

Soon we arrived in front of a beautiful bungalow, surrounded by tall trees. Beautiful sculptures were tastefully placed all around a huge lawn. An old woman of around 50 years took charge of me and took me to a bathing room. The old woman said that her name was Sukanya and her job is to look after the prostitutes sold and employed here. She gave me a large dose of the herb kanyashil, the herb that would increase my sex drive so much that I would be able to have sex for days without a break. I had already been taking the anti-pregnancy herb, nishantana, for a month. Sukanya bathed me with hot water in a large bath tub. She touched me gently, focusing on massaging my breasts with the soft cloth. I was feeling warm and tingly, and my inhibitions began to fall away as the steam heated my skin.

Sukanya helped me from the bath and dried my skin gently. She massaged sweet almond oil into my skin and dressed me in a white cloth that was slung low on my hips and another, smaller cloth tied around my round, ample breasts without any bra or panty. She dried my dark hair until it curled gently around my face and shoulders.

Then she took my hand and led me from the room without a word. The sun had set and it was time for the auction.I was lined up on a circular dais with five other girls, all stunning. The men before us were all obviously rich; they watched us with hungry eyes and hard cocks that tented their luxurious pants, straining to be in us.

Then one by one they came on the dais, lifted our face, rubbed their hands on our skin, felt our breasts, and asked us to part our legs and put their hands in between our legs and felt our pussies. The kanyashil was taking effect; I was burning with desire when their hands stroked on my body and I imagined their hard cocks pounding in all my holes. I was tempted to touch myself between my legs, where the insatiable tingling originated, but I was still shy enough to resist.

A soft music started somewhere in the background and an old matronly lady came forward and removed the white cloth from our hips and breasts, making us stand naked in the harsh spot lights, illuminating our features starkly. Then the dais started rotating slowly, so that every member bidder could get a view of the girls from every angle.

The bidding started, and it passed in a haze. I couldn’t focus on anything but the waves of arousal pounding my body. Suddenly, it seemed to me, I was being led away. Sukanya took my arm and leaned in to me. “A very rich man has purchased you,” she whispered to me excitedly. “He is young and handsome.”

I was packed into another car with Sukanya sitting beside me; my father’s car was behind us. I was barely aware of anything happening around me. I suddenly noticed that we were in a large city. Sukanya and several muscular men unloaded me and my few possessions in front of another beautiful house. I was now becoming a little nervous and I barely noticed anything until Sukanya guided me to a comfortable room and motioned for me to sit on the large bed in the center. She shut the door behind us and came to sit next to me.

“Do you know what will happen now?” she asked me. I shook my head.

Sukanya smiled at me and then said, “They will take you into a huge dark room and you will lie on the table in the center. There will be a total of nine men watching as witnesses to the loss of virginity, including your father, your uncle and your elder brother, who are representing your family. It is the law that they witness, and it is not against the law for them to use you as the other men will.

Three men will have sex with you to begin with: first the man who purchased you, then two of his chosen associates. Before they take your virginity, they will bring you to orgasm and taste you. Then each one will fuck you, one by one. Then the orgy will start. Every man watching will probably have sex with you in some way while others are occupied with the brothel’s prostitutes.”

She sighed. “Tomorrow you will be very sore, but tonight you will be so aroused that it will all feel good. You will black out a few times. But it will pass in a haze and your body will enjoy it more than you can imagine. We all go through it, but before long you will enjoy it.”

Sukanya slathered my skin with glittering paint, the color of moonlight, and then she placed a silvery mask on my face and dressed me once again in the white cloth. She smiled at me and said, “Tonight you are the virgin goddess. You are taking part in a ritual that has survived thousands of years.”

The candlelight lit her face and the world swam before me. Sukanya continued saying, “At the beginning of time, there were three gods; they wanted to create children, and the only way was to use the virgin goddess of the moon. They created the herb, kanyashil, which grew from the ground at their command. They gave it to her and waited. When she lay on a stone table begging them to ravish her, the eldest amongst the three, the God of the Sun, stepped forward.”

I could see everything Sukanya was telling me as if it were happening before my eyes. I was sweating, I wanted to be touched so badly, but somehow I felt the wait was worth it. Sukanya kept narrating, “The Sun God leaned forward and buried his face between her legs, overcome with the desire to taste her virgin nectar. He used his tongue to bring her to high passions that caused her body to overflow with wet, fertile life. She moaned as if the pleasure of his actions was too much for her body to take.”

I moaned too, imagining a golden man devouring my juices, my own virgin nectar dripping down my thighs.

But I eagerly heard Sukanya narrating the old rites, “Each of the gods stepped forward to have a taste of her; then they took turns thrusting their huge hard cocks into her virgin hole. Each time a god pumped his seed into her womb, it would overflow, mixed with her own fluids. Each drop fell to the earth and became life.”

She took my arm and led me to a huge wooden door across the hall. Sukanya cautioned me, “Once we enter, do not speak. Later there will be time for screaming; be silent and let them talk. Meet their eyes and use your own eyes to beg them to devour you. It will further inflame their passions.” She opened the door and gave me a gentle push. Before I knew what was happening, she shut the door and I was left alone in a dimly lit room with nine naked men with huge pulsing cocks pointed in my direction. There were eight women also. They were also naked. All the men wore masks on their faces.

Six males were standing in a line, at one side of the table, more towards the wall of the room, facing the table. Six women were similarly standing on the opposite side of the table.

A man painted gold like the Sun God and wearing a golden mask was standing in front of the table. Besides him stood two other males, one painted in colors depicting god of fire and the other painted as god of wind. Two females whose bodies were colorfully painted stood besides the God of Fire and the God of Wind.

The man painted gold like the Sun God and wearing a golden mask stepped forward. “Welcome virgin goddess,” he said quietly. It echoed around the dark room. His deep musical voice sent tremors through my body and I could feel my nectar dripping in another tantalizing stream down my leg. All the males and females present in the room knelt down and bowed in my direction. The sun god took my hand and pulled me gently to the beautifully carved table in the center of the room that was piled high with silk and linen, and decorated with flowers.

The two females, painted as deities, now came forward and removed the cloth from my body, exposing my honey coloured flesh to the burning eyes of the men and women in the room. The painted girls pushed me back onto the table. Made me lie down, spread my legs and held me tightly one on each side of me. The sun god stood next to the table, his cock standing proud and erect, shining in the dim light, as if it was rubbed with some oil. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his huge cock; I could stack both my hands around it, and there would still be plenty of cock still visible. My nectar flowed more thickly as I imagined it pounding into me, but I had to wait.

He positioned his head between my legs, and inhaled. His breath tickled my tender, inflamed flesh. “First we will taste her virgin sweetness,” he announced loudly to the gathered men. “Then we will pump our hot seed into her as we take her innocence.”

His tongue began to move up and down my slit, barely touching me. I raised my body toward his mouth and moaned. I was losing control fast. The two painted females held me firmly by my shoulder.

The man was amused. “Look at the virgin begging for my touch!” he laughed. The other men leered at me. “Every woman is a dirty slut, even the ones who have never had a cock.”

The men laughed loudly. From my position, I could see one man already pumping his hand on his thick, rigid cock, gazing at me with glazed eyes. His watching eyes made me even hotter, as did the first man’s words and the other men’s laughter. At that point, I didn’t care if they thought me a slut or a whore, as long as they fucked me hard and long, and quelled the longing ache in my loins.

He moved his tongue harder and faster, tasting my juices, thrusting in and out of my hole like I knew their cocks soon would, lapping at the little nub that pushed me closer and closer to oblivion. It seemed like time barely passed before my body spasm in an orgasm. I saw coloured lights behind my eyelids as my body flopped uncontrollably under his burning touch. The pleasure was intense and everything went dark for a moment, though my eyes were still open as wide as they would go.

When my eyes cleared, he removed his hot mouth. The other man dressed as Fire god stepped forward and licked at the fluid dripping down my slit and into the crack of my ass, tickling and arousing me further. Then it was the turn of the god of wind to taste me. I had several more orgasms as they each took their turns tasting me, slipping their tongues into me and licking my sensitive nub forcefully. Finally they stopped and stood back looking at me.

It was then that I noticed that the men lined up on one side of the table had crossed over and were kneeling in front of the women lined up on the other side of the table. They were lapping away the sweet nectar that was flowing in-between the thighs of the women, who were trembling in anticipation.

 

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The Sun God man stepped up and maneuvered his cock between my legs. He rubbed it up and down my slit like he had done with his tongue. I groaned and pushed my pelvis up toward his cock. He teased me for a moment before slamming his huge cock into me with no warning. I screamed at the brief, searing pain, but he **censored** no heed and kept on ramming into me. Before long, the pain subsided and soon enormous waves of pleasure took over. He thrust back and forth furiously, grunting in my ear. I moaned against my will, feeling dirty and used, but felt so good at the same time. I fucked him as hard as I could, and came twice more.

Then the other two men dressed as God stepped forward and used my hole one by one. Their thick hot cum was pouring out of me, overflowing and splattering onto the linen over the table. By the time they were finished, I was drifting in and out of consciousness, exhausted by the intense orgasms.

I still noticed the other men were now standing and the women were kneeling in front of the men folk and sucking their cocks vigorously.

“And now,” announced the Sun God, “we will celebrate the initiation of a virgin with the ritual orgy!”

I could see that the men all rushed and grabbed the women in front of them to fuck. One man came toward me. He removed his mask and I recognised him immediately. It was my father.

“Hello, my beautiful slut,” he whispered, mounting me. “I made you; it seems only right that I defile you as well.”

He slipped his cock into me and pounded into me for several moments. It felt so good to feel another cock in me; for the few moments of rest I had, I felt unbearably empty and I was feeling even more aroused than before. His cock was even bigger than the Sun God’s. He flipped me over so that I was on my hands and knees. I was on my hands and knees bent like a bitch before my own father. He had an up-close and **censored** view of my hole, dipping with three men’s seed. He rubbed the seed on my other hole before pushing his huge cock into my virgin ass.

I felt like he was tearing me apart and I cried out with the pain, but it sent another shiver of unbearable pleasure through my body. My scream of pain became a moan of amazing pleasure.

“That’s my baby girl, my lovely nasty slut,” he grunted in my ear. “Mmmm, make your father spew his seed in you! Let him fuck your dirty, whore holes!”

Another young male climbed up on the table. He held my face and started kissing me. He removed his mask and I saw that he was my elder brother. My brother slid under me and positioned himself between my legs before me and pushed his cock into my soaked vagina.

Now I had two males fucking me, two of my male relatives, my father and my brother. They fucked me in both holes, and the pleasure overwhelmed my body. I felt so dirty and used, but I couldn’t resist it. My flesh cried out that it wanted to be abused by anything with a cock. Before long, I was being held up by the groping hands and thrusting cocks. I had lost all control of my body and I was limp except with more orgasms wracked my body. I could make out that my uncle had climbed on the table. My uncle knelt beside us and pushed his own cock down my throat.

I moaned around it, but it tasted so sweet and salty that I immediately began sucking it with abandon. He fucked my face in the same way that my father and brother were fucking my vagina and asshole, his hands pulling my head towards him. He spurted his hot, salty seed and I tried to swallow it all, but there was so much that it dripped out of my mouth. A second later my father and brother began pumping their own seed into my holes, moaning and grunting and pulling at my hair and flesh with enough force to cause me the most pleasurable and amazing sensations I had ever felt in my life. They roughly pinched my nipples and bit my breasts and neck. I could feel their hot seed erupting in my body and had several earth-shattering orgasms.

They all pulled their cocks from me and I fell forward. Their seed dripped out of me from all of my holes. They laughed at me and called me a whore. The other men who had been watching me had also removed their masks while naked girls pumped their cocks with their hands and sucked them. When they were ready to spill their milky semen, the men pushed the women away and aimed their spurts at my naked, abused, dripping body. One by one they splattered me before leaving to fuck the many other women waiting.

I lay there for a few moments, slowly regaining feeling in my nether regions. An old man I didn’t recognize climbed on top of me and straddled my chest. He reached back, scooped some of the milky goo from my vagina, and rubbed it on my breasts. Then he gathered up my breasts and began to rub his wrinkled cock between them, slowly fucking them. It wasn’t long before his meager load splattered my neck and chin, and I tried to catch some in my mouth, eager to taste him.

For hours, man after man fucked me senseless until they were exhausted. By the time the sun had risen above the horizon, most of the men had left or passed out, while I and the other women lay around the room, some conscious, most passed out like the men. Old maids came in, taking hold of the women gently and supporting them from the room. Some had to be lifted up onto shoulders and carried out. The sight of their naked forms, used and limp like my own, stained and dripping with men’s seed and their own sweet juice, made me want to touch them.

I wanted to lick the fluids from their bodies, or suck it from between their legs. I too was covered with milky white ejaculate from more men than I was able to count; my mask lay forgotten on the floor where one of the men had ripped it from my face and tossed it. My body paint was smeared in some places, completely rubbed off in others. I could barely see my own skin under the mountains of slime covering my body. I saw Sukanya approaching me. She smiled sympathetically at my bright red, swollen vagina and asshole, gaping, stretched, and still dripping seed onto the silk beneath me. Her eyes took in my stretched, raw mouth and its lingering smile of satisfaction, as well as my engorged nub that was still throbbing in the most divine way.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

I didn’t answer. My whole body felt abused, but warm and tingly beyond words. Interestingly, I was still feeling aroused and wanton. I wanted to feel like a whore again. I had swallowed so much milky, salty-sweet seed and taken so many huge cocks down my throat that I couldn’t speak, but I smiled as best I could, feeling completely blissful. She gave me a knowing smile.

“Good,” Sukanya said. “Let’s get you in the bath with the other girls. They still have the kanyashil in them too, and I’m sure they will love playing with a pretty thing like you.”

My body was exhausted, and it felt good to slip into the hot, steamy water. The bath was just deep enough that I could sit on the bottom and my breasts would gently crest the water. The water that lapped against my nipples began to arouse me once again. I no longer felt any shame at my naked, abused body and made no effort to hide my breasts from the other women in the bath. I leaned back against the warm marble, my eyes closed. I felt so relaxed. My thoughts drifted back to what I had just experienced: the loss of my virginity, my first orgy, being fucked like a whore by my father, brother, and uncle, along with countless other men. My hands drifted down my abdomen; I longed to touch myself between my legs, to slip my fingers into my abused hole…..

A hand not my own began to creep up my leg and I opened my eyes. A woman was sitting before me, her large, firm breasts floating on the surface of the water. Her warm, wet hands crept up my thigh towards my aroused vagina. Her eyes were beautiful, a dark, deep brown. Her wet hair was a black. Her lips were red from too many cocks and mouths serviced, plump and delicious-looking.

“Would you like to play?” she asked me, her voice light and sultry. I nodded, unable to speak from the lust pumping in my blood once again. I vaguely wondered how long the kanyashil would last.

She swept her hand up my thigh before gently stroking my slit. I moaned softly. Another woman approached. She sat to one side and began to gently massage my shoulders. Before long, her hands drifted down to my wet breasts; my nipples became hard, light pink pebbles. The woman rubbing my slit slid a finger into my hole and began to move it in and out without force, respecting the soreness between my legs. I moaned and pumped my hips against her hand. A third woman took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. I kissed her back, lightly nibbling her lower lip. She slipped her hot tongue into my mouth, swirling it around mine. I could taste the men's seed in her mouth, as well as another, sweeter flavor.

I wanted to ravage her, and I tried to convey this with my roving hands. I roughly pinched her nipples and she moaned so loudly the sound echoed off the wet stone walls of the bathing room. She pulled her mouth from mine for a moment, looking into my eyes. Her eyes were identical to mine; I noticed our similar noses and the curve of our lips were the same. It took me a moment to recognize her in my sex-induced fog, but then it hit me at the same time I had the most wonderful orgasm yet. Three years ago, my sister, Saniya, was escorted from our home in the female colonies by our father, and I hadn’t seen her since. I missed her over the years, and I hugged her close to my body as I spasm again and again.

The women lifted me from the water and onto the ledge of the bath. Saniya positioned her face between my legs and began to lick my vagina with vigor. I moaned again. It felt completely different with a woman’s tongue inside of me, and very dirty because it was my own sister’s tongue. I groaned like a wounded animal as I erupted again. My nectar glistened on my sister’s face, and she buried her face between my legs once again, moaning as she did so.

 

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Another woman, with long black hair that flowed down to her tiny waist, straddled my lap and kissed me. After a moment, she pushed my back onto the marble floor and placed her own beautiful, wet hole over my face. I hesitated, not having done this before, but I extended my tongue timidly and gave her slit a gentle lick. She and I moaned at the same time. Her fluids tasted like honey, and one taste had me trembling and leaking again. I continued lapping at her dripping slit before plunging my tongue into her. I pumped it into her over and over, before swirling it around her hard, swollen nub. She screamed and her nectar flowed into my mouth. It overflowed and dripped in tingly, warm streams down my cheeks. I had another orgasm from the combined pleasure of her delicious taste and Saniya’s continued ministrations in my nether regions.

The last orgasm put me over the edge and I passed out. When I awoke, there were women all over me. Two women had my hands in theirs and were plunging my fingers in and out of themselves, looks of ecstasy on their gorgeous faces. Two more were sucking and nibbling my nipples and breasts; Saniya was tonguing my asshole and thrusting her finger into my sopping vagina, while another woman pumped a wooden shaft in and out of Saniya. Looking around, I saw women everywhere pleasuring one another. The sight made my skin hot and tingly. My body erupted in an earth-shattering orgasm one more time and I passed out again.

When I awoke, I was clean and dry, lying in a tangled pile of naked women on a warm, soft bed. The room was lit with pure sunlight, which glistened off the skin of my bed-mates. I could not remember how I got there. The sun was high over the horizon. My body was too exhausted for me to move and I didn’t really want to move anyway. Saniya was asleep half on top of me, one of her nipples touching mine, her long, shapely legs tangled up with three other women’s legs. I smiled contentedly; too tired and blissful to be concerned with what would happen when I awoke again.

A woman’s voice roused me as I felt the other bodies in the bed move sleepily.

“Anikha, it is time to wake up.” I opened my eyes. The shadows were long outside the window, and the light had the distinct look of late afternoon. A matron was gently shaking my shoulder.

“There you go, up you get,” she said with a smile. “The owner of this brothel has purchased you for a trial period. If you please him, you will get to stay here for a while.”

I nodded, pushing my aching body from the bed and trying to ignore the sick, scared feeling in my stomach. She draped a robe over my naked flesh and took my arm, leading me over to a small table with a bottle of liquid and a silver cup. “First drink this up. It is a mixture of honey wine with a large dose of kanyashil. It’s delicious and will make your transition much easier. Then we’ll get some food for you and wash you for the night ahead.” She poured me a generous glass and I drank it gladly, knowing it would make me less frightened.

“Now when you meet the owner of the brothel, who you will refer to always as ‘master,’ you will show him your talents, and if he likes you, he’ll send you down to join the other girls in the public room. That’s where the girls service their customers each night.”

“Do you mean the room where I was last night?” I asked, my mind trying to digest the information she was giving me through my lusty daze I was already in as she hurried me through the maze of corridors.

“Oh no, that is the special event room. However, for men who want private service, there are rooms off the main room where you can take them. You’ll pick it up soon enough. First let’s get you cleaned up.”

She ushered me into the bathing room I had been in the night before. It was empty for the time being. She washed my hair and body, gently caressing my nipples and vagina to arouse me, before drying me and dressing me in a similar outfit to the one I wore the night before: a cloth that barely covered my breasts and vagina. It exposed much of my chest, legs, back and midriff while hugging my shapely figure. However, this one was as red as my lips and emphasized my honey skin.

“You look beautiful in this,” the matron mentioned, surveying me with satisfaction. “You won’t wear this for long. The men will rip it from your flesh as soon as they see you in it.”

I nodded and tried to smile. I felt sexy and dirty, and I couldn’t wait for a cock to play with. Another matron entered the room with a tray of fruit, bread, and wine. She nodded to me and held out the tray. I looked at the first matron.

She smiled encouragingly at me. “Go ahead and eat, dear. You are going to need your strength for tonight.” I took a piece of the fruit and ate it. It was so delicious that I began to devour it all with vigor. I finished the fruit, a few pieces of bread, and two large glasses of the wine. It had a honey flavor that I couldn’t place; it made my taste buds tingle.

“The kanyashil tastes delicious in the wine, does it not?” asked the matron holding the tray. I nodded. The effects I had already been feeling from the first dose began to grow, and the stirring between my legs was amplified to almost unbearable levels.

I was so aroused that I was tempted to grab one of the matrons and force her on her knees to service me, but I held the impulse in check; I needed to save myself for the master, or so my fogged mind whispered to me. However, the image of my sister, her tongue in me, like a small, flexible cock, came unbidden and I could feel the echoes of what she had done to me between my legs. I let my hand drift down and slipped my finger into my slit, feeling the wetness there. I didn’t care what the matrons thought, but they **censored** little ministrations no mind. I guess they were used to women pleasuring themselves during polite conversation.

“We never introduced ourselves,” the matron with the tray said. I am Lata and this is Yashodha. We have been assigned to your well-being while you are here. Yashodha will take you to the master’s quarters for your test.”

Lata nodded to us and began to leave. However, she turned to wink at me. “Good luck, Anikha. The other girls love you already, and they really want you to stay.”

I looked back at Yashoda. She smiled. “Are you ready? How do you feel?”

I took stock, although of course she could tell how ready I was. The nectar of my lust was dripping down my legs; my soreness had faded to nothing and my vagina was tingly and warm. I was beginning to sweat a bit from the heat coursing through my body. My fear of what was coming had also faded. All I wanted at the moment was a cock inside of me. I smiled, a bit dazed from the kanyashil’s effects.

Yashodha held out her hand and I reluctantly removed my own hand from my vagina. She took it in hers and wiped the fluids from my fingers with her dress before leading me from the bathing room. We walked for a few minutes before we reached a wooden door etched with gold. “This is the master’s room. Remember, always say ‘Yes, master’ or ‘No, master.’ Otherwise he will punish you. Good luck!” She knocked on the door and hurried away.

A few seconds later, a man answered the door. He was tall and thin, about my father’s age, with graying hair. “Hello, my new little slut,” he said in a deep voice. “I am your new master. Welcome to my private sanctuary.” He opened the door wider and I entered. There were three other men in the room, but it was dark and I couldn’t make out their faces. A large wooden table dominated the room. Behind the table was a deep red, padded chair that looked like a throne. A few candles provided the only light.

The master began to caress my bare skin. His fingers were hot and rough, but his touch was gentle and arousing. He slipped my dress from my body and I was naked. He sat back on his throne, watching me with a hot, aroused gaze. His eyes glowed with hunger and lust. He motioned to one of the other men.

“Bend the whore over the table and fuck her,” he commanded. The man stepped up behind me and pushed me over the table before I could catch a glimpse of his face in the flickering candlelight. He forced his cock into me without a word. I cried out at the sharp pain, but a moment later I was moaning with pleasure. He reached around me and pinched my nipples hard, causing me to spasm with my first uncontrollable orgasm of the night. The man’s cock was huge and I felt like I was being torn apart in the most pleasurable way. He pulled out of me and I dropped to the floor, my trembling knees unable to hold me.

I looked up at the master. He smiled cruelly at me. “What do you want, my pretty slut?”

“More please, master,” I begged in a hoarse voice. “I need another cock inside of me. Please!”

His smile widened and he motioned to the other men. “Suck my cock while the other men fuck your ass and vagina.” I nodded and crawled on my knees toward him. He pulled his cock from his trousers; it was huge and red, almost purple. He was extremely aroused as well. I took his cock into my hands and rubbed and caressed it gently before plunging it into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the head. Suddenly a cock penetrated my ass and began to see in and out. The man behind me grunted and moaned as he fucked me mercilessly. I let the master’s cock slide in and out of my mouth, scraping it gently with my teeth and moaning.

The master groaned and his seed erupted in my mouth. His load of seed was immense and filled my mouth with a salty flavor. I swallowed it all and pulled away, a thin strand of my saliva and his ejaculate connecting his cock to my swollen lips. The man behind me stopped fucking my ass for a moment and the master motioned again. The last man came around to my front and forced his cock in my empty vagina. I had another orgasm almost immediately, and sparks danced behind my closed eyelids. When I opened my eyes, I was face-to-face with my father.

“Hello, pretty slut,” he grunted, bouncing me up and down on his cock. The other man began to see his own cock in and out of my asshole, moaning and grunting in time with my father. I was alternately filled from behind and from in front of me, and I had an orgasm again, my muscles clenching at their cocks, trying to hold them inside. They yelled and spilled their seed at the same time in my body, and I felt a tingling sensation as they filled me with milky ejaculate. After a moment they pulled out and I dropped to the floor once again.

The master grabbed me roughly and pulled me into his arms. I clung to him and began to kiss and lick his neck, hoping to arouse him again so I could have his cock once more. “Mmmm,” he said. “I definitely think my patrons will like you.” He looked up at my father and asked, “How much for a year in my brothel?”

I turned my head back and looked at him. I remembered what the women had said the day before about using my eyes to inflame passions, so I licked my lips and watched him. I didn’t know this at the time, but he later said that I looked both dirty and innocent, and his passions were definitely inflamed.

“One hundred and fifty lakhs for now, but I’ll pull the price down to seventy five if you allow me to use her whenever I’d like,” he said. His cock was growing as he stared into my eyes.

“That will be agreeable,” replied the master. “She is beautiful. I may begin using her at my own whim as well. I may have a brothel full of young women to fuck as much as I like, but she is quite fun.”

My father looked at me. “I’ll be downstairs, my little whore,” he smiled, a cruel look of hunger in his eyes. He turned and left, the other man in tow. There was wetness between my legs again, from my own desire and from the other men’s seed, which was dripping out of me.

The master pulled me in for a kiss, shoving his tongue roughly in my mouth and around my own tongue before pulling away. “Let me call in another slut to suck all that seed from you, and then we’ll have a little fun before you join the other whores downstairs.”

I nodded, knowing that my life would never be the same, but it was sure to be full of sex. I liked that.

 

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The master called a matron into the room and left me lying on the floor for a moment. The cold stone of the floor gave my vulnerable, naked body chills as I lay prone and waiting. After a while, I don’t know how long, the master came and lifted me from the floor. He laid me on the wooden table in front of his throne and sat down. I watched him all the while, wondering when he was going to fuck me again.

“Look, my gorgeous whore,” he whispered, pointing to the door. “Look at the treat I have gotten you.”

I looked over, and there was my sister, Saniya. She was beautiful, much prettier than me, I believed, though we had been told our whole lives how much we looked alike;. Her long hair shone in the dim candlelight and her unbound breasts bounced with each step she took toward me; her red nipples stood out from her perfect globes of pale flesh. I wondered what was going to happen next, although I could guess.

Saniya smiled at me as she went to kneel before the master.

“Whore,” he commanded, “clean my cock of her juices with your pretty mouth, then clean up the mess your father made in her hole.”

Saniya nodded and took his whole cock in her mouth. She took it all and bobbed her head up and down several times before licking her head like it was the most delicious thing in the world. And for us, under the influence of kanyashil, it was.

I watched her, my own passion growing as she pleasured him. Her mouth stretched to receive his generous tool, and she sucked and licked it like a madwoman. Finally, when I didn’t think I could take the burning arousal between my legs any further, he stopped her.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. “I love the way you do that, slut. But I think your beautiful, dirty sister could use your talented tongue as well.”

She rose gracefully from her knees and came to stand over me for a moment, looking into my feverish eyes, before climbing on top of me and capturing my mouth with hers. Her hands grasped my hands in a vice-like grip and she held them above my head. I could taste the cocks she had sucked, including the master’s cock. I could taste another woman's fluids on her lips and tongue. I couldn’t wait for my own fluids to join them in her hot mouth. Her tongue danced around mine and I moaned into her mouth. She echoed me before pulling away and kissing down my neck, leaving a tingling, hot trail.

She placed burning kisses down my neck and chest; then began to suck on my hard nipples. She moved from one to the other, using her soft fingers to pinch, pull, and rub the one that craved her mouth while the other had the pleasure of her lips. I moaned and squirmed beneath her, coming closer to an orgasm with each lick of her tongue on my flesh.

Just when I was about to scream out my pleasure, just as I was about to erupt, Saniya abandoned my breasts. She kissed my stomach, lower and lower, until her face hovered above my wet, used hole. She kissed it too, gently and lovingly, before diving in.

She licked up and down my slit before using her tongue to scoop the semen out of me. I didn’t think I could stand it for long, and I was right. After only a few moments, my body erupted and the ceiling swam before my eyes. My body twitches uncontrollably but she firmly held my hips down until I was able to relax again.

When she could touch me again without triggering another immediate orgasm, she inserted her tongue in me again. She plunged it in and out, thrusting it into me like a thick, tiny cock. Saniya used her fingers to massage my hard nub, and I came again, spectacularly. She moaned into me and the vibration sent another pleasurable thrill through me.

Suddenly the master appeared beside me. His cock was huge and hard again from watching my sister fuck me with her sexy mouth. He turned my head to the side and began to fuck my mouth, groaning. I closed my eyes and swallowed his cock gladly, flicking it with my own tongue, wrapping my tongue around it. He stopped me after only a few minutes and for a moment I was disappointed; I enjoyed his cock in my mouth.

He got up on the table behind my sister and positioned his cock between her legs. When he entered her, I felt it in her loud moans, in the way her mouth moved in frenzy on me. He fucked her hard and fast, and she came several times. Each time she was forced to abandon my body for a moment as she screwed up her eyes and screamed with unimaginable pleasure; it made me even more aroused just to see her passion so blatant on her angelic face. I watched her and watched the master as he pounded in and out of her, leaning forward every so often to grab her perfect breasts and red nipples. His pleasure was written plainly on his lined, handsome face.

After a while, he came and spewed his white ejaculate into her. He pulled his cock from her slowly, Saniya’s arms and legs shook for a moment with a tremendous orgasm before she collapsed on top of me, still moaning.

The master pulled me out from under her limp, trembling body. “Why don’t you clean up your sister before you two go downstairs and get to work?”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I flipped her over gently and kissed her red, swollen lips. I straddled her body, rubbing my groin against hers. She moaned and wrapped her arms around my neck. I pushed her hands away and held them in mine as I mimicked what she had done to me, kissing her neck and chest before biting each of her nipples gently. I continued down her body, leaving kisses on her soft skin.

When I reached her wet hole, where the master’s massive load was dripping from between her pretty legs, I licked it, letting my tongue slip between her folds and into her wet hot center. I used my tongue to clean her of the master’s seed, sucking it into my own mouth and swallowing it as she did for me. It was salty, but her sweet taste lingered on my tongue. I slid my tongue along the inside of her thighs and from her ass to her vagina, cleaning her of the milky goo. I continued to lick and suck and plunge my tongue into her. Before long, she was caught in the throngs of a long, continuous orgasm. Her sweet nectar overflowed and I lapped it up greedily. Whenever the flow slowed, I would nip her hardened nub until she gave me more of what I wanted. My face was dripping with her juice, as she produced so much that I couldn’t swallow it all.

Finally Saniya was exhausted and clean, and I pulled away. When I looked up, the master was tugging at his cock, hard again, aroused by the sight of two sisters bringing each other the most exquisite pleasure. I locked eyes with him and began to wipe my wet face on my hands and licking them clean, sucking on my fingers. He seemed close to an orgasm, so I left the table and knelt before him again, letting his cock once again invade my mouth. It was barely there for a heartbeat before his seed joined Saniya’s nectar in my mouth. I swallowed it all and sat back on my heels, smiling like a good pet.

He patted my head, sat back, and closed his eyes. “Go now, whore,” he whispered. “I am tired. Take your slut sister and go downstairs. Go earn my money.”

I stood up, grabbing my clothes and Saniya’s and tucking them under my arm. I pulled her from the table, supporting her limp body. She rested her head on my shoulder, before turning her head to kiss my earlobe. A burning shot of passion traveled up from between my legs and into my stomach, and her hot breath tickled my ear.

“I’m so glad you’re here, Anikha,” she whispered.

THE-END

 

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[hotaks]

My parents arranged my marriage with Nomol. Nomol was handsome, tall and well built. As a girl of my age, I was short by average Indian standard because I was 5'7". But I had glowing smooth skin, long hairs running to my buttocks and everyone complimented my fair complexion and my round face. Though short, I was considered to be beautiful for my facial appearance and sparkling eyes.

Nomol was very gentle and on wedding night he just showered feather touch kisses. I was anxious about how he would behave on the first night. But Nomol's gentle behavior assured my anxious self. Later on the day of the bridal night, he assured me not to worry and said, "I know it is very difficult for a maiden girl to become a woman within a night. So let us know each other better, grow intimate and during our honeymoon tour we shall get more intimate as husband and wife."

I liked the gesture my hubby had given and within a week of our marriage we started our honeymoon. Only awkward thing was that his most favorite childhood friend, Kamal, started two days ahead of us to the same destination where we were going for our honeymoon. My husband told me and his family members that Kamal would arrange hotel booking, local trips etc for us in advance.

On our arrival, we found everything ready including the car at the airport to take us to the hotel. After we were served welcome drinks and completed other formalities, Kamal appeared and humbly guided us to the palatial suite he had booked for us. It was a beautiful suite from where we could see the river flowing below from one side and the snow capped mountain tops situated far away from the opposite side. As a courtesy I thanked Kamal and wanted to know where he was staying. I didn't like it when he replied that he was staying in the suite just beside ours though I didn't say anything.

Later I asked my hubby what kind of honeymoon it was where an unmarried male friend of the husband travels with the newly married couple. Nomol laughed and said, "It is better to have someone in a new place about which we hardly know anything. Moreover, Kamal could keep a watch on our things while we are on trip and if necessary could carry our luggage too."

I didn't like Nomol's attitude nor I was comfortable about his friend staying in the same place where we had come for our honeymoon. But I avoided saying anything. I knew that Nomol and Kamal were very intimate and bosom friends. However, since our arrival in the hotel, I noticed that my hubby was spending more time in the suite of Kamal rather than with me. As his newly wedded bride I didn't like it at all.

That night after dinner when Nomol finally retired to our suite, I sarcastically asked him, "Have you ended all your gossiping with your friend? Do you like to spend the night with your wife or with your friend?"

Nomol played very smart and laughingly passed the buck on me, "If my beautiful wife is still hesitating, feeling uncomfortable and orders me to sleep in the other suite, I will gladly accept her order. After all, she is my boss."

"Who am I to order?" I replied, "Ask your bosom friend. He will guide you."

Nomol, however, without further argument retired to bed beside me. But by that time the moods of both Nomol and mine had a negative swing and we just turned our backs to each other under the quilt and tried to sleep. I didn't sleep soon but was pondering why Nomol was neglecting me. Was he incapable of sex? What was his reason for being so dependent on his friend? What type of relationship he had with Kamal that he could leave me alone in the suite and spend time with him?

But before I could think further, I felt Nomol's hands pulling me towards him. I was angry and tried to resist but my hubby had become a different person from what I knew about him in the last ten days. He was no longer in his gentle self but whispered to me, "I will show tonight what a husband can do."

I was wearing a nightgown which he started to remove. He kissed me pushing his tongue inside my mouth. I tried or rather pretended to resist but he was like a wild bull and soon he stripped me completely and made me get out of the quilt to stand completely nude before him as he wanted to see my naked beauty.

I was ashamed and embarrassed but enjoyed being dominated by him. After all, I wanted to be one with him, I wanted him to explore the mystery of my maiden female body with passion. He put on two hot blowers in the room and said, "Nothing will cover us now. We will play primitive tonight."

I was overwhelmed by his sudden baldness. Soon he got rid of his dresses and I watched with awe and amazement the hard flesh rod between his legs. Nomol pulled me roughly towards him and started kneading my boobs most passionately. Looking at my erect nipples he said, "You're hot like a sexy bitch."

The sensation of his caress on my body was too much for me to mind his dirty words. Soon his hand started playing on my triangle and his finger roughly manipulated my wet hole. Moans of excitement escaped my mouth. Though he was rough, I was enjoying every bit of our first marital sex. As he kept fingering my hole, I pleaded with him to take me. But to my utter shock and disappointment Nomol said, "Not tonight. You will have to wait and beg. Tomorrow I will screw your hot pussy. Tonight, I will just show you what I am and make you my whore first."

I felt dirty at his words, though my body responded to his passionate and rough manipulations. He looked deep in my eyes and asked, "Do you want to be taken by me? "

In a stifled but excited voice I said, "Yes."

Nomol said with a dirty smile, "Then you have to be my whore first."

I looked at him in bewilderment. He roughly commanded, "Be on your knees."

Like an obedient servant I knelt down before him. I was almost mesmerized before him. So when he commanded me to open my mouth, I did it. He lovingly and sensuously moved his fingers on my lips and bent himself forward bringing his face near my mouth. I expected another kiss that would send his tongue inside like the previous occasion. I was mentally prepared to push my tongue in his mouth this time and shut my eyes in utter excitement.

But no, it was his hand that caught my hair quite roughly and my mouth was stuffed with his hard meat. Nomol said, "Now you look like my perfect slut. Keep sucking it nicely and don't bite else... "

He spanked hard on my asses making me let out a muffled scream of pain. Tears rolled down my face. Nomol was dominating, "What are you waiting for, my bitch? Start sucking."

I was in terrible shock. Is marital relationship dirty and painful? But I kept sucking his tool carefully. Within fifteen or twenty minutes I could feel his rod throbbing and then my mouth was filled with his sticky salty fluid. I felt disgusted but he held my hair so tight and my mouth was filled with his meat that I had no other way to keep breathing without reluctantly swallowing his juice. When he finally brought his tool out of my mouth it was still discharging drops of his semen. He slapped his flaccid rod on my cheeks and forehead and said to me, "Look at the mirror, you look like a perfect whore. Tomorrow my tool will do the same thing in your hot hole between the legs. Till then let your hot vagina salivate in desire."

Though I felt humiliated my cravings grew in my pussy and I dared to ask, "Why not tonight? All your energy spent in my mouth?"

Nomol gave a stern look and said scornfully, "I don't act according to the whims of my slut. I'm the master and decide when to do what with my slut. Is that clear? Now go to bed and take a rest before I teach the next lesson."

I went to bed sobbing, humiliated and frustrated. My body was burning in unsatisfied sexual passion. I didn't know when I fell asleep when I woke up at around 7.30 the next morning and noticed that Nomol was not beside me on the bed. I knew for certain where he could be and went straight to Kamal's suite. I was right - Nomol was also there on bed and though under the quilt, I found their positions dirty and compromising. They were smoking and laughing. I was angry with Nomol for the humiliating experience of the previous night and the laughing postures of the two made me doubt that they were gay. But Kamal welcomed me very nicely. He had something like a silver foil in his hand. He invited me, "Bhabi (elder brother's wife), we found a thing, can you identify it by smelling?"

As I approached to examine, Kamal lit a lighter under the silver foil and smoke started pouring out. Kamal said to me, "Can you identify by sniffing it? "

I sniffed twice or thrice and before I could identify anything I felt an extraordinary lightness of my head, as if I am not in my own self. In the fraction of a moment I recalled I had come to charge them of being gay. Despite drowsiness I managed to say, "From your extraordinary intimacy, you two seem to be gay."

Kamal was still holding the silver foil and the mild flame under it. It poured mild smoke but the smell it emanated was getting stronger. Kamal still insisted that I sniff and identify the item. But listening to my charge, Kamal reacted, "Come on bhabi," Kamal exclaimed, "What are you saying? Are you doubting ours being under the same quilt? Come, check it yourself."

At Kamal's words, I went near the bed and before I could understand anything Nomol pulled me towards the bed and removed the quilt. To my utter shock I found both Nomol and Kamal stark naked under the quilt. I just wanted to run away in disgust but the smoke I sniffed had weakened me. Moreover, Nomol held me too tight. With a jerk he brought me between him and Kamal. I couldn't help but watch Kamal's long curly bushes between his legs and his tool, longer and fatter than that of Nomol jumping in utter excitement.

Kamal had followed my glances and said in a dirty whispering voice, "Bhabi, we are not gay, we're bi-sexual. From our adolescence I and Nomol were partners. Nomol prefers to be at the bottom and me at the top."

Though I was feeling weak my disgust made me reply roughly, "I have no interest in your dirty relationship. Let me go out of here and you keep enjoying as you like! You dirty bastards!"

"Don't be restless, bhabi," Kamal said in a mischievous tone, "Won't you like to see what we were enjoying?"

Kamal took the TV remote and put it in play mode. I was dying in shame at what was being played on the screen. Me and my hubby's intimate scenes of the previous night when he had stripped me and made me to suck his dick. I couldn't believe that my husband had shared our most intimate moments with his friend. Though I was partially incapacitated by the sniff, I could feel why Kamal had arrived a day ahead of us to fix the room with hidden cameras from different angles that exposed me in all nakedness.

As my brain was busy putting the things together and thinking about my next course of action, Kamal said to Nomol, "She has a lovely body and sexy curves."

Instead of protesting Nomol replied shamelessly, "I partially turned her my slut by fucking her mouth last night. Today she will know what does it mean to be a perfect whore and...... "

Nomol couldn't even finish what he had in mind when Kamal pulled me roughly towards him, his one hand embraced me while the other moved inside my housecoat and found its way to my bra-covered mounds. Meanwhile, Nomol had pushed back the lower edge of my house coat up to my waist exposing my bare thighs and even a glimpse of the panty I was wearing. My brain was not clear and didn't clearly make out what was being done to me. But my age old conservative self prompted me to protest. and so I protested, "Stop this. What are you doing?"

But even then I knew that my protest was meek and somewhere deep inside me I felt a forbidden sensation. Everything seemed hazy and muddled in my brain and as Kamal pushed his hand inside my bra cup and started groping, I roughly pushed out his hand. Kamal laughed and said, "Why are you ashamed? I have seen your naked video. You have a curvaceous body and I would caress it just like Nomol and I am sure a hot lady like you will enjoy it with two men who have no secret between them."

Nomol looked at me quite angrily and said, "Stop playing to be a puritan wife. You are hot like a whore and was dying to get fucked since the day of our wedding. Today your dreams will be fulfilled and the two of us will give you a day to remember."

"I have never seen a dirty fellow like you," I retorted back to my hubby, "No honorable man exposes his wife like that before another man or shares his wife. But how can two gay friends behave like... aah... aaah...ouch... aaaahh..."

I couldn't complete venting out my anger as Kamal had inserted his finger in my quim and started moving it violently. My words broke, I started arching my body. I heard Nomol say to his friend, "It's working. She is getting hotter. Let's take away her dresses."

I was listening and wanted to resist. But my brain and limbs were in a state of numbness. I tried to get up from bed only to be pinned down roughly by Kamal on bed. His face was descending on mine and soon my lips were between his as he smooched me passionately. His tongue forced its way in my mouth and played with mine. For the first one or two minutes, I tried to resist and then without being fully aware I started to enjoy and soon my tongue was playing with his like two snakes and both tasted each other's saliva. For nearly ten minutes Kamal kept me lip locked with him. During these ten minutes his hands had lifted my bra cups exposing my maiden breasts and were kneading them quite roughly. But despite knowing it wrong, I enjoyed the way he played with my flesh mounds and my nipples grew hard in excitement. As Kamal disengaged from kissing, his face moved downwards and took a nipple in his mouth and started sucking. A moan escaped from my mouth. But just then I saw my husband, Nomol's face descending on me. Nomol started kissing me more passionately than Kamal and started biting my lips occasionally. I had not known Nomol in such a passionate state since our marriage. Meanwhile, Kamal was alternately sucking my nipples sending sensations to my brain not known to me so far. It was so exciting that I moaned inside the mouth of Nomol with whom I was locked in a kiss. Even though engaged in a kiss, Nomol seemed to smile as I let out another uuumm moan inside his mouth. I felt his hands going down to my panties and trying to pull it downward. Even in my aroused but half conscious state I knew it was not right and tried to resist by pulling the elastic upward. Nomol laughed at my attempt, disengaged from kissing and laughingly said to Kamal, "Haha...she is trying to hide her treasure!"

"Does she even know how her nipples have responded to my caress? " Kamal replied sarcastically, "Her nipples betray how excited she is! I can swear she is dying for our dicks in her hot hole."

At Kamal's words, my hubby came to inspect my nipples closely. Kamal had stopped sucking to give Nomol a good view of both my boobs. Nomol's eyes widened at the stiffness of my nipples. He roughly pressed both between his thumbs and forefingers making me scream in pain. Nomol and Kamal looked at each other and then from two sides started kneading both the flesh mounds like doughs of flour and started sucking the nipples. I started moaning shamelessly as the two males fondled my tits and sucked the nipples most sensuously from two sides.

My hands were hard pressed under their bodies and couldn't move them out as I felt helplessly their hands pulling down my panties below my knees. My love triangle was exposed to their view. Only two days before I had shaved my pubic hairs and the two men saw my pussy hole that was already wet due to my own discharge. Soon they took away the housecoat and the bra as well out of my body. I was totally nude before them. But I didn't feel anymore ashamed at my position because of rising cravings for sex in me.

It appeared from their conversation that the two had decided everything in advance. There was no tussle between them as to who would take the first chance. My hubby behaved like an obedient servant of Kamal and when the latter wanted to see my beauty at the back, Nomol turned me on the bed showing my entire bare back to Kamal. Kamal started kissing from the nape, and slowly moved downward kissing every point of the backbone and stopped after reaching my butts, which he fondled passionately, parted the ass cheeks to inspect my rectal hole and then said something to Nomol. To my utter shock and surprise I watched my hubby burying his face in my ass creek and caressing my asshole with his tongue. The soft and wet touch of his tongue on my rectal hole sent sensations like electrical shock throughout my body and involuntarily I discharged fresh love juice making my love triangle wetter than ever before. I moaned in illicit delight.

 

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Both Nomol and Kamal laughed boisterously at my moaning. Without any shame or hesitation Nomol said to his friend, "She is hot and ready. Make her your slut in every way you wish. After you, it will be my turn."

His words had no impact on my mind. My brain was devoid of any logical thinking. My flesh was inviting me to enjoy, and it hardly mattered if it was my hubby or his friend that would pound the muscles of my vagina.

In the meantime, Kamal said something to my hubby, who turned me on my back. I was not ashamed anymore and was lying on bed without any attempt to hide my privates. At Kamal's command, my hubby pulled my legs apart giving his friend a better view of my most private area. Kamal inspected by coming near and said to my hubby, "Nice sexy smell. She seemed to have used some perfume there to welcome you last night. The stale smell mingled with her sexy juice has created an exceptionally sexy smell making my member jump repeatedly in anticipation of invading such a sexy hole."

"Then why don't you take your turn?" shamelessly asked my gay hubby, "For all the pleasures you gave me, I promised to offer my wife first to get fucked by you. Now teach this hot bitch the delights of getting fucked by two men whom she thought to be gay only. "

"Wait," said Kamal, "You're offering your wife to me. Why don't you prepare her a little more for your boss on the bed? I wish to see her going crazy and begging for sex. You will also certainly get more horny to see your wife getting fucked by me like a hot slut."

Even in my aroused state I wondered why my hubby was following Kamal like an obedient slave. Nomol's face came down between my legs, his lips started sucking and licking my labia lips. Soon his hot tongue invaded my pussy hole and moved violently in a circular motion. I moaned in uncontrollable pleasure as I started arching my body and involuntarily discharged fresh love juice. It went on perhaps for about ten to fifteen minutes after which I literally started begging to get fucked. Kamal gestured to my hubby to stop. My hubby once again parted my legs to show my pussy to his friend. Kamal looked, smiled and said, "Her juice has flooded her pink orifice. She is a real sexy yaar. Just watch how her labia lips have opened up like petals to welcome my cock!"

Kamal approached me. I was so aroused that I waited eagerly to take his monster cock in my hole. My husband watched like a cuckold as Kamal caught my boobs and asked, "I'm going to fuck you in front of your husband. Hope you will enjoy it. From today onwards you will satisfy both of us and participate in our games. Is that clear, my slut?"

I was too aroused to say anything. I pleaded shamelessly to put his monstrous meat. But Kamal teased me, "What's the hurry? You became his slut last night. Now be my slut in the same way."

I knew what Kamal suggested and without least hesitation raised my mouth to the level of his meat and started licking its brown tip. I looked at my hubby and saw him hard watching me with his friend. Soon I took half of Kamal's thick meat in my mouth and started sucking it rhythmically. Kamal moaned in pleasure and excitement and thrusted his meat deeper in my mouth. I kept sucking till at one time Kamal roughly pulled my hair and threw me on the bed. I folded my legs bringing my knees to my waist so that he had no difficulty penetrating me. Kamal positioned himself on me and started pushing his tool slowly. I was well lubricated but his tool was too big. As it made its way slowly inside, my moans of excitement turned into mild screams due to pain. Kamal locked my lips in a kiss to prevent me from screaming. Suddenly he gave a terrible jerk. It destroyed and tore me apart, I tried to scream in severe pain but the locked lips didn't allow any sound to come out, only tears rolled down my cheeks. I felt something flowing down from my orifice and tried to identify it. My fingers were blood stained. Kamal proudly announced to my hubby, "Your virgin wife has been successfully deflowered by me."

My pain had subsided by then and I could feel my vaginal walls stretched to their utmost level due to the presence of Kamal's monstrous cock and it was fully buried inside me. I enjoyed the way it was throbbing at intervals in my cunt. Kamal didn't start in and out movement immediately but kept on kissing me, playing with my nipples and allowed me to feel his throbbing cock inside me. I was dying in passion to get pounded and moved my pelvis in a sensuous way to make him feel the tight grip of my pussy muscles on his cock. Kamal looked at me and whispered, "Do you like it?"

I nodded without any reservation and whispered back, "Pound me hard. I wish to feel the demon."

Nomol, who had been watching us, smiled and said, "She is behaving like a perfect slut. Kamal, what are you waiting for? Make her scream in pleasure and beg for more."

I was in such a state of arousal that I didn't bother at all that my husband was asking his friend to fuck me. Kamal started pounding me very gently at first and then slowly accelerated the force and rapidity of his thrusts. I started moaning loudly as his hard meat brutally battered my love tunnel. I was about to reach my first orgasm when he suddenly stopped plumbing. I looked at him in utter disappointment and whispered, "Please don't stop."

Kamal said in a fishy way, "To enjoy you must learn about me and Nomol more intimately."

He brought his tool out of my craving tunnel and I screamed in anger. Kamal pointed out to Nomol and his throbbing cock. It was not as big as Kamal's but worth admiring with his vein clearly visible on his swollen dick. I saw my husband approaching us on the bed. I had lost all sense of right and wrong and in my highly aroused state wanted my pussy to be filled by a brute shaft. Nomol positioned himself and started penetrating me. This time the pain was not severe and there was no more bleeding. As Nomol started pounding me, Kamal brought his tool near my face and said, "Your husband in your pussy and me in your mouth."

Without hesitation I took him in my mouth while enjoying Nomol's thrusts in my slippery cunt. But when Kamal brought it out of my mouth after about ten minutes, I watched with awe Nomol taking it in his mouth. My hubby too didn't take me to an orgasm though he battered my vagina longer than Kamal. While Nomol brought his tool out, Kamal inserted once again in me and while he pounded my love hole, he and Nomol engaged in a lip to lip kiss. Soon Nomol started fucking mine and Kamal's mouth alternately. Kamal asked me if I knew what 69 was. When I confessed my ignorance, he and Nomol resorted to a practical demonstration of 69 in front of me, sucking each other's cock. Instead of feeling disgusted I watched how two males could love each other in such a passionate manner. When the two had their gay cravings fulfilled both took their positions beside me on two sides and started kneading and sucking me at the same time. I lost count how many times they alternated their cocks in pounding my pussy. But the alternate battering of their wild cocks in my pussy drove me crazy and once when Nomol was fucking my pussy with hard thrusts, I caught him by the shoulders tight and screamed in utter passion, "Tej, aur tej... aaahh...aur bedardi se... oh my gosh... please don't stop."

Nomol didn't frustrate me. He kept pounding harder and faster while Kamal kept kneading my boobs and asses. Both kept kissing my lips alternately and then as I was approaching my climax, Nomol grew stiff throwing jets of his thick cum deep inside my pussy. My maiden pussy got its first taste of being drenched by seminal fluid for the first time since the marriage. I hugged Nomol in deep passion and our lips were locked in a kiss as an overwhelming climax shattered me and my body shivered under the convulsive impact of orgasm.

After about five minutes, we disengaged as Nomol slowly withdrew his tool from my pussy. As he was taking out his tool, I felt his thick discharge overflowing my tunnel. And just then I noticed Kamal - his eyes devouring my overflowing pussy, his glances full of lust, his monstrous meat jumping in anticipation. I knew Kamal was going to take his turn. But the orgasm I experienced left me exhausted and I pleaded to him. Kamal assured me not to worry as he started to fold my legs at my knees so that my cunt, smeared and overflowing with Nomol's cum was clearly exposed to him. Nomol watched with extraordinary zeal the way his gay partner was handling me. To my utter shock and surprise, I saw Kamal bringing his face near my triangle and licking the cream left there by Nomol. His hands parted my labia lips and pushed his tongue deep inside as if to taste more cum. I had minutes ago experienced the first orgasm of my life but the touch of his tongue on the tender tissues of my vaginal tunnel awakened most unexpected desires and I moaned without my own knowledge, "aaah... what's it... K.. a.. m...aal ouch... uummm... aaioo... "

Kamal responded to my moans by moving his hands under my buttocks, kneading them and lifting them upwards as if to get better access to my love tunnel. He then started licking my pussy most violently, making me arch my body in violent passion and letting out involuntary and unintelligible sounds, "Aash...uuuf...uuuumm... shh...aaaah".

I can't explain my feelings at that stage. I shut my eyes, moaned and enjoyed the oral caress that my husband's friend was giving me. It got so unbearable that at one stage I pushed away Kamal's head that was between my legs. Soon I felt Kamal's hands cupping my flesh mounds and playing roughly with my nipples, which had become erect once again. In the meantime, Kamal's face descended on mine, smearing my lips with a mixture of his saliva, my vaginal juice and the sticky cum of Nomol. Kamal pushed his tongue in my mouth making me taste a partially sweet and salty flavor of the mixture and spreading a sexy odor. Kamal had grown too horny and was licking my cheeks, my earlobes, my forehead and intermittently sucked my lips. His hands had not spared fondling my boobs during the licking session. I surrendered to him without any protest as he had aroused me to a new level of sexuality.

After some time, I and Kamal were engaged in 69 with his tool in my mouth and his mouth performing on my pussy. I cast my glances on my husband and saw him watching with delight his wife in 69 with his friend. I wanted to give my gay and cuckold hubby more pleasure and started sucking his friend's cock more vigorously, giving out more sloping sounds and moaning in a more sexy voice. Nomol had once ejaculated in my pussy, but the more he watched me in carnal games with Kamal, the harder his cock grew.

About fifteen minutes later, Kamal got ready to penetrate me. I was too aroused by then and spread my legs wider to welcome his dick. Though much larger in size than Nomol's, this time Kamal's mammoth meat slid inside my tunnel without hurting me and he started robust thrusts from the beginning so that I was screaming in pleasure and clenched my fists in passion. I was too busy enjoying it with Kamal and didn't notice Nomol approaching us.

I became aware of my hubby's presence only when Nomol straddled my head and pushed his erected rod in my mouth. I started enjoying Kamal in my pussy and Nomol in my mouth. Nomol ended up filling my mouth with his warm sticky cum. Before I could swallow or spit out his huge load, Kamal started kissing me and tasting the cream left there by Nomol. More Kamal tasted it, the harder he pounded my pussy, making me moan loudly and begging him to come inside me.

"I will satisfy your cravings," said Kamal, "If you agree to be our slut like this forever and don't object to my relationship with your husband."

After getting fucked for so long and enjoying with two horny gays, my brain had become stable and the earlier dizziness created by sniffing the smoke was not there. I could feel how humiliating it was to be the slut of two gay partners. But I also knew that I had already surrendered my everything to them without being fully aware. I felt disgusted at Nomol that despite my husband he had brought me to this state -exposing me to his friend and allowing him to enjoy it with me.

Nomol perhaps understood the reason for my silence and what was going on in my mind. He came to me once again and started sucking my nipples making me moan in utter passion. Then he spoke to me, "I know you're angry with me but you can't deny that you enjoyed every bit of it. There is nothing wrong with being gay or bisexual. Some like coffee, others tea and some both. It will be an intimate secret among the three of us and I know by now that you will enjoy it too."

I was still confused about what to say. But Kamal was pounding all along taking me to new heights of pleasure with every brutal thrust. My sexuality wanted my cunt to be filled with a heavy load of semen to quench the thirst there. Finally at the manipulations of two gay friends I decided to surrender my puritan sexual attitude forever and kissing Kamal and Nomol alternately for a number of times said in a muffled voice, "I will be forever your slut...aaah... uummm... but can't stand no more... oh my God... oouch... it's unbearable... please douse the fire you ignited in me... ohh... maaa... harder and faster... aaas... uuff... "

My words ceased as Nomol and Kamal started scratching the tender flesh of my boobs like wild animals. Nomol guided my hand to his cock that had grown hard again and I started caressing it in unbridled passion. Kamal had become like a bull and his tool was doing rapid in and out movement as never before. I kept screaming in pain and pleasure till such time I felt Kamal shooting his thick cum on the walls of my vagina. I hugged him in deep passion as orgasm ripped me apart.

It took several minutes for me to recover from the impact and finally when I recovered, I looked at my naked body and two naked men beside me, our bodies smeared with dry semen, blood and saliva. I smiled at them indulgently and said, "Hug me and sandwich me from two sides."

THE-END

 

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Ravi and Lavanya were married only a year back. It was an arranged marriage. Ravi is a software professional while Lavanya is the HR Manager of a multinational company. Lavanya has a slender figure, bright complexion. She is 5'4", has sparkling sexy glances. Curve lines of her body perfectly matched her glances.

At the time of their pre-marital meeting, Lavanya had told her prospective groom that she was not a virgin. Ravi was not shocked at all. He had smilingly replied, "Given your beauty and fabulous figure, I would have been surprised if you were."

Lavanya had specifically asked Ravi if her loss of virginity before marriage would cast any shadow on the future conjugal relationship. Ravi had answered in the negative and they decided to tie the knot as arranged by their parents.

The problem, however, began after their marriage. Within three to four months of their marriage it was evidently clear both to Ravi and Lavanya that Ravi was suffering from erectile dysfunction and that his hardness was not sustainable for long. Side by side, he also ejaculated early leaving Lavanya frustrated on bed.

But both tried to adjust themselves. To compensate for the time factor Ravi would give extended oral caress to Lavanya so that she would scream and shudder in excitement at Ravi's oral manipulation and by the time Ravi penetrated her, Lavanya would be craving for Ravi spurting his load inside her.

Their physical intimacy grew despite the break in rhythm due to weakness on the part of Ravi. Ravi, however, always had a feeling that Lavanya was suppressing her frustration and that he was not doing justice to her.

The situation changed a bit when Mr. Rewat joined as Ravi's new boss. The day Lavanya got introduced to Mr. Rewat, she suggested to Ravi that he should look for a job in some other company. Ravi was surprised and wanted to know the reason because he was already in the upper ladder of the company. Lavanya did not conceal anything and told Ravi that during her internship as a HR professional, she had worked under Mr. Rewat. She also admitted to Ravi that it was Mr. Rewat who had seduced her to accompany him on an official tour and during the tour laid her to bed.

Lavanya told Ravi, "He was like a robust bull and at that time I also enjoyed being with him and our relationship continued for the next three months I was in my internship. But now that I am married to you, I don't wish him to take the chance of our previous liaison any more.

To be frank, I didn't like his looks when we met today and my intuition says he would like to revive the previous relationship."

Ravi did not react immediately. Deep inside, he thought of Lavanya's unsatisfied physical relationship with him, using Lavanya as a tool to please Mr. Rewat and further his career progression. Then he slowly said to Lavanya, "See, to be frank I don't really see anything wrong if he looks at you differently. In fact, anyone would look at an attractive lady like you with lust in their eyes. Further, you had once enjoyed physical intimacy with each other so it's natural for him to long for you.

So far as your feelings are concerned, I respect them. But you know I have never been an equal physical match for you and I leave you unsatisfied. Many would have taken divorce in your situation. If you're not willing to have any liaison with Mr. Rewat, it is your choice. But if you wish to enjoy it with him, I don't have any objection either."

"You are telling this!" exclaimed Lavanya, "Being my husband. Are you afraid of displeasing your boss? Or are you putting me in the role of a whore?"

"Don't take it that way," replied Ravi, "Never bring the official relationship in it. Even if you decide to enjoy it with him, it should be such that he should feel you're enjoying it at my back. His male ego will feel inflated knowing that he is able to tempt somebody else's wife without the knowledge of her husband. In that way you will get the chance to avoid him if you don't want to because you will keep telling that your and his intimacy should be kept secret from me.

If you feel like a whore, don't do it. But as a husband I won't blame you since I know that I am unable to satisfy you. And do keep in mind, Mr. Rewat might have seduced you, but you too enjoyed him."

Ravi's frank words put Lavanya in a dilemma. She couldn't deny that Ravi was not able to satisfy her physically; she also felt terribly aroused recalling the bull named Mr. Rewat and the way both had enjoyed. But as wife of Ravi and the coldness with which he suggested everything created an uncomfortable feeling in her. Moreover, despite losing her virginity before marriage, Lavanya could not totally digest the idea of being sexually intimate to an ex-partner after getting married to Ravi. But she also felt thankful that instead of being possessive, Ravi was himself suggesting Lavanya to enjoy with Mr. Rewat.

Lavanya, however, had no idea of the schemes that were going inside Ravi's brain. At his office Ravi was quite straightforward to Mr. Rewat. Ravi said to his boss, "I know you like my wife, Lavanya and would like to take her to bed again as you had earlier. I don't really mind if you screw her. She is very hot and passionate in bed. Even as her husband I must admit that all her holes are ready to take dicks. I am sure she is still wet in her pussy for your dick.

Only thing holding her back is that she is afraid of me and her fear of scandal. If you keep it a secret and persuade her a little, she will even now part her legs before you. Only thing is that you have to pretend before her that you are doing it without my knowledge."

Ravi was so outspoken that his words took Mr. Rewat by surprise and he tried to test the motive behind by telling Ravi, "I was interested in Lavanya as a girl and not as someone's wife."

"That's what I wanted to suggest," said Ravi, "In case you are still interested to screw her, just remember that she is as much interested provided it takes place without any scandal and she is under the impression that I am unaware of it."

Mr. Rewat teased Ravi, "What is your interest? Are you a cuckold?"

"A sort of," replied Ravi, "But more than the pussy of that hot bitch, I am interested in my career. So if you take care of my career, I will take care that her hot pussy is available to you whenever you want."

Mr. Rewat felt hot. He had not forgotten the tender and hot flesh of Lavanya as an intern. During a three month long internship, Lavanya had participated in equal passion with him. She was hot like a bitch and on some nights he had mated with her three times also. Recalling those days Mr. Rewat grew hard; Ravi could see a glow of lust in his eyes. Mr. Rewat also recalled that Lavanya was an expert cock sucker and he had filled her both the holes. Unlike most of the girls, Lavanya was ready to experiment with all sexual techniques.

Mr. Rewat thought many things within minutes and then asked Ravi, "Are you sure to allow your wife to enjoy with me?"

"Yes," replied Ravi, "I will not bother how you two enjoy nor will disturb you two. But you must take care of my career."

"Surely," said Mr. Rewat, "You will be transferred to our project site from tomorrow with a lift and will be there till such time I persuade Lavanya and she comes nude to my bed. Once she has surrendered to me as your wife, I will inform you. But as you suggested, remember it will be between you and me only."

"Agreed," laughingly replied Ravi, "Before I leave I will make sure that her fields are clean both at the front and back so that you can use both the grounds."

"You are really naughty," said Mr. Rewat.

Ravi got transferred to a nearby project site leaving Lavanya alone. The day Ravi left, Mr. Rewat **censored** a visit to Lavanya in the evening and tried to convince her. It took about a week for Mr. Rewat to persuade Lavanya when finally sexually unsatisfied Lavanya decided to cheat Ravi and spend the night at Mr. Rewat's bed.

After a year of unsatisfied sex life with Ravi, Lavanya was on fire. She was hot enough to needed a bull like Mr. Rewat, who could make her moan and scream, and make her shudder in violent orgasm. That night Mr. Rewat and Lavanya made love most violently, devouring each other. Lavanya was almost insatiable and Mr. Rewat allowed her to be on top so that she could control the strokes. She sat on Rewat's hard tool and guided it in her wet pussy and as she moved her torso to push the tool deeper, her well shaped boobs danced sensuously .

Next morning, Rewat sent the message of his success to Ravi in seducing Lavanya for a second time and asked him teasingly if a cuckold like Ravi would like to watch his wife mating with Rewat. Ravi pretended not to be interested in watching but Mr. Rewat insisted that at least once Ravi should watch his sexy wife as she behaves like slut on bed. To tease his cuckold subordinate Mr. Rewat said, "You should at least once watch wife like Lavanya needs the thrusts of bulls like me, and timid ones like can't quench their thrust."

"Ok boss," Ravi replied, "If you are saying, I must watch you pounding Lavanya once. But it has to be done secretly, without her knowledge. I need to learn bullish thrusts from you. But you decide your convenient date and time so that I can comfortably hide myself without arousing her suspicion."

Mr. Rewat felt flattered; his ego as a boss was enjoying a sense of superiority to make his subordinate watch how the boss satisfies his wife. So in his own house Mr. Rewat arranged for Ravi to watch his wife Lavanya in carnal game with Mr. Rewat.

On the appointed day, Ravi concealed himself in the house of his boss from where he could watch Lavanya and Mr. Rewat. Ravi knew that his wife was hot and sexy and Mr. Rewat was a lady killer in a real sense. But Ravi did not expect what he saw.

In the bedroom Lavanya was waiting on bed wearing a transparent nightgown with no undergarments. Her hot body with its sensuous curves were clearly outlined through the thin nightgown. When Mr. Rewat entered the room and stretched out his hands towards Lavanya. Without slightest reservation, Lavanya came to him and hugged him as the lip locked in a French kiss. While remaining in embrace Mr. Rewat pulled the zip of Lavanya's nightgown at her back, stripping her completely. Ravi saw his beautiful wife standing nude before his boss. Mr. Rewat lowered his face up to Lavanya's chest and started sucking her nipples passionately. Lavanya moaned in excitement. Her protruding nipples stood up in erection announcing her rising passion.

Lavanya was clean shaved and waxed in all her private areas. Mr. Rewat was slowly groping his hands on her smooth skin feeling the warmth of boobs, asses, thighs and belly and the smooth silkiness of her sexy skin. Ravi could see his boss inserting his fingers sometimes in the pussy hole and sometimes in the asshole of his wife, and on every occasion his sexy wife responded with a shivering moan displaying the extent of her enjoyment.

But Ravi's biggest surprise was to see his wife kneeling down before his boss and lovingly unzipping his trouser to bring out his hard phallus. Lavanya then planted a kiss on its tip. Ravi watched with awe as well as a sense of jealousy his wife flicking her tongue around the big shaft of his boss. After she had teased the dick for about 5 to 7 minutes, Mr. Rewat held her head and keeping her mouth steady pushed his baton inside Lavanya's mouth. Her facial muscles stretched as she had to accommodate the big tool inside her mouth. Ravi watched how his wife had shut her eyes and like a professional whore was sucking the dick of his boss.

Mr. Rewat and Lavanya gradually retired to bed. Mr. Rewat was fondling, kissing and kneading the nude body of Lavanya like a crazy boy. On her part Lavanya also responded most passionately to his caress. Ravi had a real regret that Lavanya was unable to enjoy that level of sexual activity with him. Ravi saw his wife and boss performing 69 and each moaning in pleasure. Mr. Rewat was violently sucking Lavanya's pussy making her utter unintelligible sounds that only revealed her rising passion and the extent to which she was enjoying it. Mr. Rewat was on top and his buttocks were rising and falling in rapid rhythms as hard fucked Lavanya's mouth. Like a true cuckold, instead of getting angry or sad, Ravi enjoyed and grew hard to see his boss mouth fucking his wife.

Ravi felt that his dick had never grown so hard as to watch his wife with Mr. Rewat. But as Mr. Rewat burst inside Lavanya's mouth, the load was so large that some sticky semen began to flow down her cheeks, Ravi could not control himself and ejaculated without any physical stimulation. Mr. Rewat was getting ready to fuck Lavanya's pussy. His tool was half erect. Lavanya began to give it oral caress and soon it stood again like a giant. Ravi couldn't imagine how Mr. Rewat got another hard on at such a short time.

Lavanya on top of his boss she held his dick placing it with expertise at the opening of her cunt hole and she slowly brought down her weight on Mr. Rewat sliding his hard cock slowly inside her pussy. Mr. Rewat grabbed her arms, pulling her on him. Lavanya slipped with all her weight on Rewat's hairy chest, her boobs pressing hard against his chest. She explored Mr. Rewat's mouth kissing him and then pushed her tongue inside his mouth. Mr. Rewat's bull-like cock was still inside the vaginal orifice of Lavanya. They remained enjoined for sometime more caressing each other and exploring each other's nude body.

Then both began slow tentative movements. Mr. Rewat was thrusting from below pushing his hard cock to reach deeper inside her pussy. But such was their synchronization that the moment Rewat thrusted upwards, Lavanya would move her pelvic area upward making it hard for Rewat's cock to reach the deepest corner of her pussy and the moment Rewat thrusted back towards the bed, Lavanya would expertly swing down towards him teasing his rod with the sensation of her wet and hot pussy.

As their mutual teasing continued, Ravi heard his boss complimenting his wife, "Your pussy has the softness of velvet,"

Slowly their rhythmic movement geared up with each thrusting harder and faster. Lavanya was moaning in excitement. Their nude bodies were entwined like serpents. Lavanya was every now and then biting and scratching Mr. Rewat in excitement. Ravi watched as his wife enjoyed like a slut with his boss without any shame or reservation. As time elapsed, their thrusts accelerated and when it reached the peak Ravi heard his wife pleading to Mr Rewat, "Oooo... don't l..e..aa..v..e meee... now, pl...ea..se f..u..c..k meee ha...rr..dd."

And as the two hugged each other in tight embrace Mr. Rewat flooded Lavanya's tunnel with loads of his warm cum. As they climaxed, cuckold Ravi had another round of ejaculation.

From that night onward Ravi became crazy to watch his hot and sexy wife, Lavanya fucking with Mr. Rewat. He frankly told Mr. Rewat about his desire. Mr. Rewat told him that this was not always possible without the knowledge of Lavanya. So one night while Lavanya was cuddling with Mr. Rewat, the latter told her about her husband's cuckold desire to watch them.

Lavanya thought for sometime and replied to Mr. Rewat, "I see no harm in allowing him provided he doesn't disturb us. I would rather feel excited to enjoy being with you in front of my husband, who couldn't satisfy me. I would like to pose more sexy in front of him."