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"I feel warm." Anushka trembled, still skewered on just the head of Krishan's penis. A warmth built in her vagina, hips, and breasts. At first it was a pleasurable feeling, but then it was too much. "I need to cool down." Anushka stood up and let her son's penis plop out of her. She leaned over to the shower and turned on its coldest setting. She then stepped under the water with her dress still on. Not only were her breasts unbearable hot, but they now pushed uncomfortably at her bra. Her mind raced. Anushka thought her bra was somehow shrinking. She pulled off her dress and dropped it to the shower floor. She then undid her bra and dropped it too. She looked down to see that her breasts glowed a crimson red, as did her hips. The same red shone from between her legs, too. "What's happening, Krish? Help meeeeee."

Dumfounded, Krishan watched his naked mother in the shower. He could see that same sanguine glow that had consumed him the night his dick grew. And he could see his mother's hips gently expanding with every breath she took, and her boobs enlarging as they shook with her raking breaths. Not knowing what else to do, he stood, limped over to the shower, and climbed in. He still had his shirt on, and it soaked through immediately. The cold did nothing to diminish his raging hardon. He reached around his mom from behind and rubbed her breasts to help.

"Aaahhhhh. I'm on fire." Anushka felt her son trying to help, but his touch did nothing for her.

Krishan, desperate to help, turned her around and planted kisses all over her boobs. They were noticeably bigger than before. The glow faded some.

"Thank you." Anushka sighed. "Thank you, Krish. That's helping." His lips felt so cool on her turgid breasts. The red light left her breasts and hips completely, but hadn't yet faded from between her legs. "It's still too hot ... down there."

Dutifully, Krishan trailed his kisses down her slightly rounded belly and over the dark triangle of pubic hair between her legs.

"Cool it down. Please, please, please." Anushka opened her legs as she stood under all that cold water to give him better access.

"Yes ... Mom ..." Krishan said between kisses as he moved his mouth along her lips. Frigid water cascaded over both of them. A few seconds later, the glow left her pussy and he felt his mom's hand on the back of his head. She pushed his face into her and Krishan stuck out his tongue. It went between her lips and he tasted her tanginess.

"Oh, Krish." Anushka squirmed as the heat completely faded away. "What are we ... doing? Uh ... oh, Krish, ... uh ... oh, my gosh. Right ... there ..." Anushka shook uncontrollably as she felt her son's tongue working inside her. "Ooooooohhhhhhh." An orgasm swept over her.

Krishan closed his eyes and let his mom go wild. When she'd calmed down, he stood up and nudged her out of the way so he could wash off.

"Wow ... Krishan ... no one has ever done that ... for me ... before." Anushka leaned against the shower wall catching her breath. She looked down and saw that indeed her breasts were larger than before. She cupped them and felt their weight. "What happened to me?"

"It's Nayanthara, I think." Krishan turned toward his mother and opened his eyes. He accidently poked her hip with dick. Her hips looked wider, she had more of an hourglass figure. It didn't seem like the apparition had done anything to her butt as far as Krishan could tell. Krishan pulled off his sopping shirt and dropped it out on the bathroom floor. "Mom, can I?" Krishan didn't wait for an answer, with Anushka's hands still cupping the bottom of her boobs, he turned her toward him, bent a little, and took her right nipple into his mouth.

"Oooooohhhhhhhh. What are you doing to me, Krish?" Anushka shivered. The cold water fell all over them. She let go of her left boob and dropped her left hand down to Krishan's still raging erection. She hadn't relieved him yet. She could feel him shivering. "It's freezing in here." She pushed him away and turned off the water. "Are you cold?"

"Yes." But Krishan didn't much care about the temperature.

"Let me take care of you, sweetie." Anushka reached for a towel and pulled it into the shower with them. She dried him off slowly, pausing a few times to plant tender kisses on his skinny chest and his robust penis. She then dried herself. "I can't believe I'm going to say this, but we should go upstairs and get one of your father's condoms." She stepped out of the shower and offered him her hand. "I'm going to take care you properly."

"Really?" Krishan took his mom's hand in his.

"You better hurry, mister, before I change my mind." They left the bathroom, walking naked hand in hand. Anushka held her breasts with her left hand for a show at modesty and to keep them from swaying about. Her wedding ring sparkled on top of her boobs as they moved up the curving stairway, catching the afternoon light falling through the great stained windows above. Once at the top, Krishan's limp became too much and Anushka dropped her hand from her boobs and put his arm over her shoulder. She helped her injured son into the bedroom she shared with her husband and sat him down on her marital bed. "Stay there, I'll be right back."

"Okay, Mom." Krishan's whole body buzzed. They were going to do it. His dick pulsed with every heartbeat. He watched Anushka's perfect butt shake as she jogged into the bathroom. He thought about how her body had changed and decided the house hadn't done that much to her. It had simply given her more of what she already had. She came back in from the bathroom holding a little foil packet in one hand and a bath towel in the other. Krishan thought she looked even more tantalizing from the front as her boobs shook and swayed from side to side.

"I hope this fits." Anushka felt dreamy, euphoric, and high. Her mind drifted in a way similar to when she'd taken Ecstasy with her boyfriend in college. She knew her brain wasn't working quite right, but she didn't care. She got on her knees in front of Krishan, put the towel next to her, and tore the packet open.

"How are we going to ... um ... get my dick ... in you? You're too tight." Krishan didn't want to break the spell that was over them and immediately wished he hadn't said anything. He could see her dark pupils dilated to wide circles. She didn't seem to notice or care that her little pussy couldn't fit his big dick.

"Don't worry about that." They'd cross that bridge when they got to it. Anushka ignored the nagging thoughts that scratched at the back of her mind about morality and decency. "Let's just get this on." She reached up and tried to unroll the condom over the purple head in front of her. It wouldn't go. "Oh, no." Anushka frowned and tried again, this time pulling hard at the edges of the condom. But it just wouldn't stretch wide enough. She rested the rolled condom on the tip of the head and felt Krishan's pulse through her fingertips.

"I'll pull out, Mom." Krishan was ready.

"That's a sentence no mother expects to hear," Anushka murmured. She dropped the condom to the floor and stood. She pushed Krishan back on the bed and straddled his narrow hips. "You'll let it out in the towel when it's time. Okay?" She reached under her and grabbed his beastly thing.

Krishan nodded and looked up at his beautiful mother. His nostrils flared. He could smell her wetness and it was heaven's scent.

"Now ... oooohhhhhh ..." Anushka lowered herself. "... we'll see about ... getting this inside me." To her surprise, she felt a great spreading sensation as inch after inch of the penis penetrated her. "Gosh, Krish ... uuuuuggggghhhhhhh ... you fit." The most animalistic impulses she'd ever felt welled inside Anushka. She bottomed out and sat perfectly still on her son's hips. "It's in my belly. How ... does it feel ... to you?"

"Your pussy feels ... uh ..." Krishan grunted as he felt his dickhead push up against something. "... amazing." His mom's insides were so much warmer than Nayanthara's.

"Language ... Krish ..." Anushka place her hands on Krishan's chest and rocked her hips experimentally. She could feel him pushing around her insides. It was both unsettling, and exquisite. "A woman's vagina ... is not a p-u-s-s-y." She spelled out the word so she wouldn't have to say it. Her hips rocked faster. "You're ... so deep ... uh ... uh ... uh ..." Soft grunts escaped her lips. She'd never made such sounds before. She leaned back, placed her hands on Krishan's thighs, and bounced up and down. Anushka was so used to her husband's thing, that she kept thinking she'd dislodge Krishan at the top of her motion, but his penis never left her. Emboldened, she bounced higher and still he stayed. Anushka's eyes rolled in her head. Why had no one told her sex could be like this?

"Wow, wow, wow," Krishan mumbled to himself as he watched her enormous, teardrop boobs swing in opposite circles to one another.

"Krishhhhh," Anushka shrieked as an orgasm overtook her. Her shoulders convulsed and her body shook.

Krishan couldn't believe that his reserved mother could bounce and writhe as she did. She bared her clenched teeth and her face twisted with one eye open and one eye closed. She seemed a woman possessed. Maybe she was.

When her orgasm passed, Anushka rode Krishan harder. She put the soles of her feet on the bed and held her arms out to the side. Her fingers flexed and made odd gestures as rapture moved through her. "I'm humping ... uh ... uh ... uh ... you, Krish. I'm humping you."

A thought occurred to Krishan. "You're cheating ... on Dad. This is cheating." He gripped the blanket by his hips. He could feel his balls churning.

"Oh, my gosh. Uh ... uh ... uh ..." Anushka's grunts and squeals filled the room. "You're right. What would your father think?"

Across town, Ganesh sat in the police station waiting room next to his daughter. She was on her phone, ignoring him. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. Something was happening. Something ... wrong. Ganesh looked around the room, but didn't see anything amiss. He slouched down in his chair and tried to ignore the sensation. He took a deep breath. It was nothing, he told himself. Just the aftereffects of the prowler accosting the twins. Everything was fine. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted Anushka to see how she and Krishan were doing. He waited several minutes for her to respond. When she didn't reply, he texted again. But he didn't hear back. After a while, he opened a puzzle on his phone and tried to take his mind off his worries.

Back in the Mansion, Anushka had just worked through another orgasm. She was back to bouncing on her son with astonishingly long strokes. She looked down at his young, handsome face and admired the vitality of youth. She reveled in her eighteen-year-old's raw, physical stamina and power.

"I'm going to cum, Mom." Krishan gripped the blanket tighter. "The ... towel."

"Don't worry ... oooohhhhh ... about the towel." Anushka slid high enough to dislodge him and then pounced on his penis. She sucked him into her mouth and stroked with both hands. She must be crazy. She was intent on milking him dry.

"Oh ... Mom ... aaaahhhhhhhhhh." Krishan's cock erupted in Anushka's mouth. Pure joy filled his body. He shuddered with each shot down his mother's throat.

 

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Anushka's eyes fluttered as the hot, salty mess filled her mouth. Her cheeks expanded and then she began swallowing. She gulped and gulped and felt the heat move down to her belly. She never would have believed that she could swallow so much. When he was done, she kept her mouth on him for a long time, swirling her tongue around the bulbous head.

"Mom?" Krishan looked down at her, with her lips stretched around him. "Did you swallow it all?"

"Mmmmmmmmm." Anushka nodded with the penis still in her mouth. Eventually, she let go and looked up at Krishan. Some wayward cum dripped down her dainty chin. "That was crazy, Krish."

"Yeah." Krishan nodded. "Can we do it again?"

"Yes." The reality of what had just happened slowly crept into Anushka's mind. "I mean, no." She shook her head. "No, no, no." She climbed off the bed and looked at the bedside alarm clock. "We don't know when your father and sister could come home." Mentioning her husband was like a splash of cold water on her face. "Your father ... what have we done, Krish?"

"It's okay, Mom." Krishan sat up. His dick, still hard, pressed into his stomach. "What do you need me to do?" Seeing her distressed like she was brought on a surge of guilt. He didn't want to destroy his parents' marriage. But looking at her breathtaking beauty, he knew this couldn't be a one-time thing. Krishan couldn't reconcile the two thoughts as they pulled at him.

"Can you walk?" Anushka bent down and picked up the towel she had brought out with her with the intention of using it for her son's sperm. Goodness. She touched her stomach. Sperm that she'd swallowed. She wrapped the towel around her torso so that she was covered.

"Let me see." Krishan scooted off the bed and stood. "It hurts, but I think I can walk."

"This is what you can do for me, pumpkin." Anushka bent down and picked up the unused condom. She made a mental list of all the things she needed to pick up and clean before Ganesh got home. Change the blanket on their bed. Clean up the bathroom downstairs. Take another shower. It was all doable. "Get yourself into the shower and make that thing go down." She pointed at his penis. "Then get dressed and get some ice on your ankle. I'll do the cleaning. Can you do that?" She bent down and picked up the torn foil packet.

"Yeah, Mom." Krishan limped to the door, his dick swaying slowly with every halting step. He turned back to look at Anushka. "I didn't mean to ..."

"We'll talk about it later." Anushka tried to give him a smile.

"And what about your ... um ... boobs and stuff?" Krishan nodded to the cleavage just above the towel. "What are you gonna tell Dad?"

"They really are bigger, aren't they?" Anushka raised her eyebrows and looked down at her body.

Krishan nodded.

"I'll tell your father it's hormones or something." Anushka shooed her son with her hands. "Now go, before they get home."

"Um ..." Krishan didn't move. "Thank you, Mom. That was the best thing that ever happened to me. I love you so much."

"I love you too, sweetie. Now, get a move on." Anushka turned and pulled the blanket off the bed. Thankfully nothing had soaked through to the sheets.

Krishan turned, left his parents' room, and limped down the hall. His mind was pulled in so many directions. He wondered what would become of them in Mansion.

To be continue.....

 

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# Deeksha Seth

I was 24 when I fell in love with Chandu, completely in love with him. I met him at my birthday party. Chandu tall and handsome and muscular. He played rugby, he ran marathons. Chandu was gorgeous. I was so proud he fancied me.

I was a virgin then. I had had some fumbling encounters with boys, of course, who hasn't, but although I hadn't found anyone I really wanted to have inside me. I was as ripe as a peach and ready for action. I watched porn. I knew what to do. I dreamed about it in the dark hours of the night, as I pleasured and stroked myself, and watched girls doing unspeakable things to male members whose hugeness seemed to me to be fake. The girls all seemed to be cross eyed with lust, in those videos, and the men just grunted a lot. I realised I rather liked the ones where the girls were helpless, where they started off looking a bit unwilling. I liked it when the men held them down. I loved the parts where the cocks slid into them. I used to imagine a cock like that sliding into me.

I met Chandu because his Dad, Soma raju, was doing some work with my Dad. Soma raju was my father's age. He sent shivers through me. He was this great muscular hulk of a man, with tattoos and a kind of sneer, and he had a way of looking at me that made me feel naked. The first time he came to our house I was in my bedroom and he came in to talk to me, on his way to the bathroom, and he kind of loomed in the doorway and leered. He asked me if I had a boyfriend. I was sitting on the bed and it was a small bedroom. I realised his groin was at the same height as my head, and sensed something was bulging there. I thought he did it on purpose.

After that Soma raju was always round, he and my father were best buddies. He didn't have a wife, but he had a son, Chandu, and after a while Chandu started to come with him.

It wasn't long before I realised Chandu liked me. Probably about ten minutes after we met, actually, I went into the kitchen to make tea and he came in and took me in his arms, and put his mouth on mine and stated to probe inside it expertly with his tongue.

I loved it. I kissed him back, pushing myself against him, sensing the exciting bulge in his trousers, loving the thought that he wanted me.

Soma raju seemed to approve, but it didn't stop his lecherous glances. He used to say things like, 'you two lovebirds had better not get too sticky,' and 'she looks like a thirsty girl.' I used to catch him looking at me all the time. He made **censored** comments. I'd be in the kitchen, cleaning up, and he'd say, 'you should wear tops like that more often, Deeksha, you've got beautiful tits,' or 'if that dress was any shorter I'd have to play with your muff myself honey.' It was revolting. I still remember the time after my birthday party, when I had gone to the toilet and hadn't shut the door properly. I was just pulling my things back up when Soma raju came in, fumbling with his flies. I said, 'sorry, I'm in here,' and went to push the door shut but he came in anyway.

'No problem, Deeksha love, I don't mind if you don't...'

I was trying to fasten my Levis and he was between me and the door when he asked for a birthday kiss. I was trying to be polite, so I lifted my face. I wasn't prepared for the way he pulled me to him, his tongue pushing my mouth open, his big hand pushing my shirt open and taking hold of my nipple, so that as he fucked my mouth with his tongue he was squeezing and pulling and tickling at my left teat. A shudder of feeling rushed through me and I fought to hide it, but I know he felt it. My nipples were like rocks. And then, as he came away, he whispered, 'I can't wait for the day I feel your mouth round my cock,' and I was horrified to realise I was turned on.

I remember feeling sick, fighting him, him laughing and pulling away, but being left for the rest of the evening with this horrible horny feeling.

 

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My tits, you see, turn me on like mad. It wasn't him, particularly. They just make me horny. I had persuaded Chandu to suckle on them, and tease them, and lick them and chew them from our very first day together, and I could sometimes get halfway to orgasm as he feasted on me. I dreamed of having two men suckling on my teats. I still do. Strangers. I just didn't dream one of them would be Soma raju.

Soma raju was a big strong man, he'd probably been handsome once, so I guess that's where Chandu got his looks, and I had to try to be nice to him, because Chandu adored him. He even seemed to want to be him sometimes. They even wore the same aftershave. It was musky and lovely. I loved the way Chandu smelled when I kissed his neck. I loved the way he whispered that he loved it when I did what I was told...

My friends didn't like Chandu and they hated Soma raju. My friend said Chandu fucked women with his Dad watching, but I'd never seen any hint of that. And Chandu had a fabulous penis, pale and thick and straight, with a lovely soft foreskin and shaved balls.

The first time I saw it we were in the car, and he was talking to his father on the phone. As he talked he was looking at me, and I wasn't sure I'd heard right when I heard him say, 'I'm in the car with Deeksha. She's going to start sucking my cock.' I went bright red, red as a raspberry, but as he carried on talking to his Dad he opened his fly and his fat white member was standing there, rising in salute. Obediently I lowered myself to it, opened my mouth, touched it a little with my tongue, and then opened to his swollen knob, sank my warm mouth onto his lovely mushroom, and started to feed. As I sucked and rubbed and teased and played he was telling his father what was doing.

'You should see her, dad, she's horny as a slut. Oh God, yeah... she's sucking my duck like a pro, that's right baby, suck that cock, work by balls, oh yeah... '

I loved it. I played and sucked and stroked like the girls in the porn films, gobbling and feasting off him like the sluts do, looking up at him and moaning. As I worked at him I watched and felt him start to strain, his cock becoming more swollen and riding, his balls starting to contract, his body shuddering as he started to cum, and I plunged as far onto him as I could to take it as he ejaculated into me, his gorgeous spurts of creamy cum...

'Oh Dad she's good, she's going to suck me dry...'

Chandu loved it when I sucked his dick, but I think I loved it even more. After that I used to suck him off all the time. Sometimes we'd be in a restaurant, eating pizza or something, and I'd slide my hand into his flies and just tease and rub him. I loved to play with him, loved stroking his precum with my thumb, loved the moment when his balls swelled and contracted and he strained and shuddered and jerked into me.

I was still saddled with my virginity. I had daydreams about lying in my bedroom and a series of men, all ages, all sizes, coming into the room one by one. In my daydream I'd suck and lick and play with them, and all of them cum in my mouth, every single one. It was just a fantasy. I know fantasies aren't real. Sometimes I imagined Soma raju, pinning my down and lowering his cock into my mouth. That made me shiver and shudder at the thought of the lovey humiliation of it. Mostly I wanted Chandu to fuck me as his father gave the orders. Isn't that terrible? Chandu made me feel that way....

Sorry, I digress. After Soma raju trapped me in the toilet and he pulled my juicy teat until I squealed with outrage, (mainly outrage at myself for the hot wetness of my pussy at the thought of him forcing me to the floor and feasting on my tits till I came) I had tried to avoid him, because deep down I knew I would cum in seconds if he feasted on my tits. Wanted him on me, sucking me and fucking me. I wanted him to mount me and arse fuck me, and cum on my face as I begged for more. I wanted to kneel before him and call him Master. But he also disgusted me. I was really confused.

I was getting desperate the night Chandu made me make the promise. As usual, when Chandu pulled me into the porch of his house and got his prick out I needed no second bidding. When he ordered me down onto my knees to play with his cock I was in heaven. I knew what to do. It was a lovely evening but I was hungry and desperate. Soon my fingers were deep in his ass, probing him as I sucked and moaned.

Every time I lifted my head from that fucking prick I begged Chandu to play with my tits, to really pull and twist and lick and chew... I told him I'd do anything.

I still remember my lust, his smooth glans sliding into my throat smelling of man, his shiny circumcised glans, the long smooth shaft. I stroked and licked and adored him, took him down as far as I could. It was beautiful, feeling it swell in my mouth, and I sucked and rubbed and tickled him for ages, working him with my mouth and hands.

'Suck harder, baby,' he said in that hard voice of his, 'on your knees for your master...if you work for it you can have what you want'

Obediently, like a good girl, I sucked and licked and wanked his lovely shaft, rubbing and playing with that bouncing cock, hungrily working to bring him off. I sucked him off with all the skill I had, wetting the whole shaft with my mouth, suckling on his balls, teasing the base of his glans with my tongue, begging, begging, begging permission to swallow.

 

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'Oh Chandu please cum in my mouth...'

'You want that?'

'Oh yes...'

'I think you want to suck off my Dad. He'd love this...oh yeah, suck that baby..., work that cock...that's it, put your fingers in my ass, play with me properly... you'd like to suck my dad's cock, wouldn't you baby...?'

I shuddered and ached for his cock, 'Mmmh mmh ,'I said, his knob head too deep n my throat for speech, as I deep throated him like his little bitch.

'Finger my ass, baby... yeah that's right, right in my ass - keep my cock right in the back of your throat - oh Yeah, yeah that's good, work me slut, that's it, deep in your throat, deep in my ass, oh he's going to love this... you're going to love my Dad's cock in you...'

After that he kept talking to me about sucking his Dad's cock. We both got off on it. He ordered me to suck on his balls as I fingered him, to tease his slit with my tongue, to play and gobble and feast and dribble and how not to gag as he forced his prick right into my hungry throat, and sometimes, if I had worked really hard, he chewed and sucked my tits for me and I thanked him in the way he loved best. He loved me rimming his pucker and probing his ass with my tongue as I rubbed his long shaft. I could fuck his ass with my tongue and bring him off, and get back to his fat glans in time to take his whole load in my throat. And all the time I begged for his father.

He loved giving orders, and talking about his Dad, how he wanted to watch his Dad fucking me. I could tell from the straining and shuddering how much he loved that. He made me suck and play for ages, ordering me on, and off, telling me how he wanted to watch me being fucked, and as I begged and promised to do anything I could feel him building up, feel his balls starting to contract, his shaft swelling... I was ready, oh God I was ready...

Sometimes he pushed himself out of my subservient throat and spurted on my tits.

Then he'd let me suckle him clean, feeding on him, licking and suckling every drop off him.

Sometimes he spanked me afterwards, just lightly till he got hard again, spanked me and fingered me. I still remember the feel of his fingers touching, spreading my pussy lips, which were wet with my lust by then. I still remember them in me, spreading me, and then as his cock swelled a second time this time I had longer, oh so much longer, to suck play with it. I remember how he shuddered as I ran the tip of my tongue in the little slit on the end of his glans. He squatted over me and had me lick his crack, over and over, for ages, pressing my tongue into his ass as I caressed his long slippery prick, rubbing and playing and tonguing him like a slave, and he moaned and called me his Dad's slut, and told me how his Dad talked about my tits, all the time, how he wanted to fuck me as his dad sucked and roughed my teats, how he couldn't wait.

I suppose I should have guessed that Chandu was working up to something. When you swallow all that cum, night after night, and your boyfriend shows no interest in doing the same for you then maybe you should wonder where things are going. I think, to be honest, it was so hot I didn't care. I mean, I should insist on regular fucking just to keep me, you know, in full working order - but you have to remember that at this point, even though I was sucking Chandu off like a porn star, I was still a virgin. Technically, anyway. There was the candle. The prick shaped candle. A girl has to practice. I loved to play with myself whilst I fucked myself with the candle. But I particularly loved getting on my hands and knees and putting it in my arse whilst I caressed my fat, frustrated clit. I was going to say frustrated little clit, but it really wasn't little. I hadn't seen any other clits, apart from on porn but frankly I though mine seemed enormous. I went on Literotica once and chatted to a guy about my clit. He promised to check it out for me, and then I lost his contact. It's still my fantasy that some guy from Literotica will meet me somewhere and just explore my pussy. Completely anonymously. In a toilet somewhere. Not even look at me, just lick my clit. Oh of course I could suck his prick, of course, licking and gobbling and rubbing and playing... Till he came, roaring. I'd love that.

For the next couple of weeks, Chandu got his cock out whenever he could. As soon as we were alone his cock was out. I'd beg him to suck my tits, to pinch and rough up my nipples, to chew and gobble on me and tweak those long juicy teats, but he kept saying you'll have to work harder, baby, Soma raju is waiting...

He loved fucking my face. He'd hold my head steady and thrust right in, long delicious throat thrusts, as I learned to hold back my gag reflex and accept him, right down, swallowing on his shaft and massaging his ring. It made me think of sword swallowers, and I loved feeling the velvet head of his cock pushing against the soft tissues of my throat. I loved it as he groaned and swore and slid right down, down past my gag reflex into the warm velvet of my throat, so I had to time my breathing, 'oh yeah, swallow my cock, you love that don't you, you little whore, you want Soma raju's cock don't you...?'

Soon he started adding further instructions. 'Tell me what you'd do with Soma raju? Would you suck his balls whilst I fuck your arse? Would you like my father's cock in your throat, baby? Oh, baby I'd love to see his fat cock in your wet pussy whilst you feast on my dick,'

And because I was so horny, and my clit was so swollen, I agreed with it all, 'oh please Chandu, please give me Soma raju's cock and I'll do all the things you want...'

When he finally agreed to fuck me it was on the condition that he filmed it for his Dad. I was past caring by then. I didn't even have to see his dad, I could get off on the thought of his cock. The idea of him watching as Chandu took my cherry was exciting, thrilling, wicked. I masturbated moaning for him all the time.

Chandu set up the camcorder like a pro in his bedroom. I was stripped, my tits trussed with rope the way he liked them so that they stuck out, pert and trapped. He had me talking to the camera, begging for Soma raju's cock, telling him how I thought of him as I sucked and gobbled on his son, then he clamped my aching nipples and ordered me to start feeding.

I was aching with lust by the time his hot wet cock was ready to me.

 

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He spread me, then and there, and his thick hot cock pushed his masterly way in, pushing relentlessly as I struggled, ending my virginity with whole long thickness, splitting my pussy on his shaft as I begged for it, forcing his way through the soft tissues and into me, spreading me open like a warm dessert and sinking his shaft deep into my virgin pussy. I felt his cock come all the way, deep inside as my virgin tissues eased apart and gripped him like a glove.

I still remember the feeling as his cockhead nosed its way into port, slowly, pushing, pressing, forcing, as he grunted and muttered, 'oh baby, what a ripe little cunt, oh yeah that's nice...is that nice? Do you like that?' He was up against my cervix, nudging it, stretching me.

'He yes, I love that...'

'You want my father's cock...'

'Oh yes, oh please master, oh Soma raju please...'

I whimpered as drew back and then he drove me, in he went, long and hard, fat and hot, stretching me, making way where nobody had gone before. Oh God the thrusts were magnificent, and I begged and whimpered for Soma raju.

'Fuck me Soma raju, I need your cock master, I need you in my muff, on my teats, in my ass...'

Oh yeah,' moaned, 'oh you're so tight and wet, baby' and I felt warm juices coming from me at the thought of Soma raju in my muff, on my teats, impaling me on his cock.

He started to thrust, slowly. 'Look at the camera, baby. Beg for Daddy...'

And I begged. As his fat shaft began rubbing at my newly opened tissues, I looked directly at the camera and I moaned and begged.

'Oh Soma raju I dream of your cock. I know it must be huge and fat and I want you here, in me, fucking me...'

And as the long thrusting motions started to speed up, as he grunted and slapped my quivering arse, Chandu's fat shaft rubbed at the entrance tissues, rasping over the tight tough front wall of my vagina, nosed hard against my cervix...

'Oh Daddy, please, I'll do anything...'

Soon he was fucking me so hard that his balls banged my arse as and my ovaries bounced up and down, and I was on my hands and knees like a bitch on heat begging for it and fingering my own pussy. He was holding my hips and riding me like a tart, and I was riding him back, eyes glazed, looking at the camera, looking at Soma raju.

He fucked into me in great thrusts. 'Beg for Daddy...'

'Oh yes please daddy, fuck me please...'

Thrust ... 'Beg for my Dad...'

'Oh Soma raju, please fuck me more Soma raju...'

Thrust... 'what do you want, slut?'

'Oh Chandu...'

'Soma raju. I'm Soma raju...'

'Oh Soma raju, do it more, oh I love that...'

There was no resisting him, or my own lust, that was the trouble. I knew, deep inside, that the more he talked about his Dad the more his Dad was kind of already there with us. He was in my head as I fucked. I imagined what his cock might be like, imagined him grabbing me, fucking me, ordering me to do his bidding, imagined riding his dick whilst he sneered at me and called me his little whore.....

It was just a fantasy. That's what I told myself. The real Soma raju was a lecher and as old as my Dad. Still, as Chandu plunged and pistoned in and out of my tight pussy, riding me on the waves of his orgasm, stretching and rubbing my horny tissues, banging at my ovaries, he whispered about how his Dad could fuck for hours. It might sound to you just like just kinky talk, but it really made me horny.

Chandu took some serious video that week. He picked me up from home and drove me to his Dad's lockup, where he had a mattress, and as I took my pants off his cock was already glistening and ready. I got down on all fours like a good girl, my round tits hanging beneath me. No sooner had he set the camcorder up than he slid his fat cockhead between my legs, rubbing my clit and my pussy, and as I lifted my arse obediently I felt his glans spreading my pussy lips...'

 

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I groaned, 'Oh yes, oh Soma raju put it in me, I want your cock...'

Then his mushroom was pushing apart my hot wet tissues, parting my labia and sliding deep into me.

It was hard, quick fucking that day. He thrust and fucked and banged at me, jerking himself off on me as if I was one of those shop-bought vaginas, rubbing his shaft up and down the narrow, ridged tunnel of my pussy as his fingers groped for my tits and yanked on the sensitive hot teats.

'Look at her tits,' Dad,' he was saying to the camera, 'look at her juicy tits, she's begging for you again..,' and I realised Soma raju had actually seen our videos. The thought filled me with delicious horror mixed in with the lust. I joined in the game.

'Oh Soma raju, do you like my tits? Will you suck them for me Soma raju? If you chew my teats I'll gobble on your dick till you cum in my throat...'

Chandu swelled as I talked, swelled and fucked and ordered me to keep talking, and I did.

'Oh Soma raju, I'm imagining your cock. Oh Soma raju I feel it, you're in my pussy, you're stretching me, oh God Soma raju your fat glans is right in side me...'

I loved the way my tits bounced as I fucked Chandu's cock. He was gasping with lust and I... well if Soma raju had walked in just then I'd have ridden him .

That made me a little nervous, to be honest. I mean it's one thing to fuck your boyfriend, another realise you want some huge muscular tattooed sixty-year old who you find physically revolting (apart from the thought of his mouth on your tits, be honest) to spread your pussy open and deflowering you with his cock.

I loved it, though, the pretend begging for Soma raju.

I pretended to be a bitch on heat. I had to whimper and growl and he'd feel under me and pull on my clit as he fucked me. Today he was in a phase of fast fucks, hard and fast and hard and fast so that he came with a shudder. I have such a fat clit, so swollen and russet red, and when I kneel forwards it swells and throbs. He only has to get his hand in the area and I start to moan and beg, arse up and spread for anything he wants, loving being used, loving the feel of his plunging cock, filling me and stretching me, rubbing me and pleasing me, driving me whilst he laughed at me, 'you love that, don't you, my horny slut? Do you want more?' And I beg, 'oh yes Soma raju, oh please do me, please fuck me with your long lovely cock, oh God yes...'

So now he said, 'you want my Dad in your arse, don't you, you slut...'

And I groaned 'oh God yes, Oh Uncle Soma raju. I'll do anything you want...

One minute he was lubing me and the next he was pushing, pushing, forcing his lubed and slippery mushroom through the tight elastic ring of my puckered hole. He was taking my arse, right here and now. I struggled at the sensation, the fat cockhead firm against my tight little ring.

It wouldn't go. I knew it wouldn't go. 'Chandu, I can't...'

But he was strong. 'I'm fucking your arse, bitch, beg for daddy...'

'Oh God, oh Soma raju fuck me...'

And slowly, as the pressure grew, his cock began to open me, began to advance, impossibly, through my tight virgin ring.

I could feel myself stretching impossibly, my ring opening, the huge smooth cockhead feeling larger than ever so that I thought I would burst at the lust and the excitement and the fear, 'oh no... it won't go... oh Soma raju, I want it so much...'

'You'll get it baby, you want my cock up your arse...' he was fingering my pussy, fingering me, churning me into lust. The feeling was impossible, exciting and fabulous...

'Oh yes, oh keep pushing, oh God Soma raju it's so big...'

'Beg me...'

 

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He was working back and forth not, little thrusts but strong and relentless. His cock was advancing, millimetre by millimetre....

'Oh Soma raju... oh God you're filling me.. do me, Soma raju, please...'

And suddenly my tight arse stretched a little more and his cockhead was in. I fought the spasms, shuddering with excitement, and he twisted and shifted and screwed his way down as if he was drilling me open. I shivered and cried with pleasure as my arse slowly let him in, fighting to relax, as his hot shaft engaged me like a bitch on heat, and he, or perhaps Soma raju, was plunging long and slow into the dark, mysterious depths of my arse.

I was impaled. I was his toy. He was way inside, his whole shaft sunk into me like the sword in the stone, I felt his balls bang against me and the feeling was unimaginable. I erupted in lust and excitement, pushing back at him, riding his cock as he filled me in a way I had never imagined. I could feel my slit, swollen and horny, like a giant peach between my legs as his prick slid in and out of the railway siding of my arse.

And he drew back, almost to my arse hole, back, back, and I tensed... it wouldn't, I couldn't... and then down he plunged, again, like a conqueror, and I howled for it. And the fucking began. Oh God he fucked my arse. He fucked hard and fast, and slow and deep, banging and thrusting as the feeling built up, and built up, and built up in me... and just as I thought I would cum I exploded in a roar of semen and cursing, 'yeah, Dad, she's so ready for you...'

I didn't want to suck him clean when he'd been in my arse, but he made me and I liked it.

I realised on some level, by now, that I was aching for Soma raju to fuck me and play with me, use my throat and fill my arse, but I still thought I could keep it in my head. It had become normal to suck and fuck, to rub and play, to gobble and feast on my boyfriend's cock like a starving woman whilst I begged for his Dad.

So, a couple of nights later, when he said he'd got something special planned with Soma raju, I kind of knew, although I'd begged for it so much that on some level I still thought it was just a game. I thought it would be something gorgeous and wet, something in which his dick would take me and use me, and we'd fuck and suck until I'd used every drop. I didn't realise quite how much every drop would be.

He took me to the lock-up that night.

No sooner had he stopped the car outside than he ordered me to gobble on him, his long, wet cock between my lips as he told me what was in store. I sucked lustily, working him like a slut as he told me how he was going to watch me fuck his dad. Then he put the blindfold on me and led me indoors.

Ten minutes later, blindfolded, and on my knees on a mattress, I wasn't surprised when he ordered me to suck and play again, and I felt the slow face fucking start, deep in my throat. Chandu loved to face fuck me, he used to go faster and faster. So I was really surprised when he stopped, pulled out, and told me to lie down and spread my legs...

'Oh, Deeksha. Whose cock do you most want?'

I caressed his balls, fingering his ass, 'I want Soma raju...'

He moaned, 'Who's Soma raju?'

I rubbed his cockhead expertly, suckled on it like a baby, 'Your Daddy... I've wanted his mouth on my tits since the first time he felt me up. I want his cock, his balls, his tongue...'

'You want my Dad's mouth on your tits, you little slut?'

I still thought he was joking, 'oh yes, please, Soma raju I am your slut and I want you on my tits...'

And then another voice, a voice I knew well said, 'It might be your lucky night...'

I started to tremble. II remembered big ugly Soma raju, his snide face, him tweaking my teats... oh God, I had fantasised about what his cock was like...

'Soma raju?'

'Hello honey...'

'Oh God... Chandu, you can't really...' I felt fingers on my labia, parting the juicy lips, playing in the entrance to my sex... ''oh God...'

Soma raju's voice, 'beg for Chandu, Deeksha...'

I relaxed. Soma raju was going to watch Chandu fuck me. Of course.

'Fuck me Chandu, fuck me..'

I was aching for it. My clit was being positively evil, swelling and throbbing like some great turnip. I was shuddering in anticipation. I could feel my tits erect and swollen. 'Oh God,' I said, 'fuck me now...'

 

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'Now baby,' Chandu said, 'I'm giving the orders. Open your pussy baby, beg for Soma raju, enjoy the ride...'

I felt a knee push my legs apart, felt a cock, pressing gentle and set against me. Slowly it began to stroke my swollen turnip of a clit, up and down.

'Oh Soma raju yes, Oh I want your cock....'

I could smell Chandu's aftershave...Soma raju's aftershave. A fat tongue pushed my mouth open, filled it. I shuddered and whimpered as my pussy started to open to something bigger than I had ever felt before. Oh God, I sensed it was enormous, hard and ready, fatter and broader... I reached down. A monster...

I moaned. Somewhere inside I already knew...

And then I heard Chandu say in a hugely excited voice, 'beg for it, Deeksha...'

'No, I can't..' I wanted to fight but I couldn't. I wanted to know. Soma raju's cock was nosing in between my pussy lips? Could I take it? What would it feel to be stretched apart by an enormous fat cock on an ugly, snide, unpleasant old man...?

The cock poked and stroked my pussy, again and again.. I moaned.

'What do you want, slut?'

'Oh God, please fuck me...'

'Beg for Daddy...'

I cracked, "Oh Soma raju, oh please Daddy. Let me serve you, please...'

Then cock was gone. 'Oh please... please... I want it...' and I heard grunting and there were lips on my pussy, lips and teeth and a tongue, spreading, chewing, sucking, licking... oh God someone started to play with my pussy lips with his tongue. Someone was eating me, and I had never been eaten. I could hear grunting in my muff.Soma raju was on my wet slit feeding like a lion.

His lips and tongue touched on my labia, chewing and playing, his tongue probing in between my pussy lips... I felt the tickling touch on the inner labia, his teeth teasing me... Chandu had never eaten my pussy, never. I still hoped it was him, but I knew it wasn't

I arched and moaned and begged, 'Oh God yes, oh Daddy, fuck me Master, sir, your lordship, I'll do anything...' and then his mouth closed round my clit and a throbbing suction began.

I squealed with pleasure, writhing and shuddering as he feasted on me, his teeth and lips pulling on my clit, suckling on me as if I was an orange and he was sucking the juice out of me. I could feel my orgasm rising like the tide to meet him.

I shuddered and fought and begged and arched. Soma raju was sucking my muff, that big horrible man who had twisted my teat, and I had wanted this ever since, wanted his mouth on me, his tongue probing me open, his teeth nibbling my swollen lips...

He was feeding on me like I was breakfast and I begged for more, wriggling and thrusting, 'oh master, oh Soma raju please do it more, I love that, I want that...'

It didn't take long before my orgasm began to rise, and as I started to shudder and tighten to cum he pulled off and his cock was pushing at my pussy lips, and I shuddered and pushed my hips towards him and he entered me, a vast fat cock plunging in with a slow, shuddering thrust, parting my pussy like the Red Sea...

He was huge, his huge cock fat and bent and long, my tissues opened, and opened, and down he sank, forcing me apart, filling me like two cocks... my tissues stretched and gripped and ached and gushed... my hips rose to meet him in spite of myself... I wanted his mouth on my tits, his cock in my pussy, to be used, and taken, and fucked... by Soma raju. The same and the lust were gorgeous...

I moaned in lust, 'oh Go.o.o.o.o.o.o.d..'

I heard Chandu laugh and tell me I was looking good...

And then as Soma raju's hot fat cock sank right through me, forcing his huge luscious length into the long narrow station of my pussy, driving home like a submarine coming into port, I moaned in pleasure and lust. I thought he would never end. He filled me, completed me, stretched me, heated me up... I began to shudder and beg. 'Oh Daddy, please...you're like two cocks, I can't do it, you're too big...I love that so much. Please do me, please do your slut master...'

Then Soma raju's mouth closed on mine, and now he was deep, deep inside me, tonguing me and fucking me, fucking me and tonguing me.

I fought the tongue briefly, I didn't want it at first, but after a while I was tonguing him back as I could feel his fat shaft rubbing my pussy walls, stretching my cunt, bruising and crushing my fat horny clit, and as he fucked me I raised my hips back at him, arching my back and thrusting back, taking that glorious delicious cock, lost in the joy of it as he pulled right out, and thrust in, and twisted and teased and stirred me, all the time swelling and growing until I felt as if he wasn't a normal man at all...

I could hear Chandu's voice from a long way off, 'Do you like that Deeksha? Do you like my Dad's cock in you?'

'Oh yes, oh I love it, oh Soma raju be my master, please fuck me hard, do me like that, God I love your dick...'

'I think you should see me...' and he pulled my blindfold off.

And as I lay there, spread-eagled beneath him, huge Soma raju, my boyfriend's father, fat and naked, sneering at me, leering about me, was on me, his enormous cock filling me, swelling inside me, pulsating like a fat horny God...

'Hello Deeksha, you're not so haughty now are you...'

I was overcome with shame now that I could see him.

'Oh God...'

'You are a slut aren't you? You just want my cock. You've wanted it since the day I squeezed your tit for you....'

'Oh no....'

Soma raju had been fucking me. My boyfriend's father. He must be sixty. He was revolting to me. Fat and tattooed and hairy... Chandu was smooth and waxed and Soma raju was covered in hair...

You want to bury your face in his hairy groin and suck that fat cock said a voice in my head..

'No no I don't...'

Oh God he had felt good. Chandu never sucked my clit...

It was my clit talking, that's what it was. Deeksha suck that beautiful cock, it said. Look how fat and wet it is. Look at his balls girl. Beg him to fuck you...

'Shut up,' I said desperately, to my clit.

 

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Soma raju sneered at me and then carefully and deliberately drew in and out and gave me two fucking thrusts, that giant slightly curvy cock drawing back then driving into me, stretching and hot and wild and lovely... It was pure heaven

I was lost. 'Oh my God I love that, oh Soma raju I want to be your slave, don't ever stop...'

'You like that?' Chandu was tweaking my tits, watching, laughing, 'you want to play with Daddy...'

I reached down. He had fat dangling hairy balls. Everything surged through me. Oh, it was fabulous. I wanted it so much. I couldn't resist. His mouth was like heaven. 'Oh God yes...'

'Beg for Soma raju...'

Some remnant of my former self tried to rescue me. I fought my clit and my boyfriend one last time. 'Chandu, I want you...'

The clit was winning. Soma raju was a master. His cock was my God. Oh, I wanted to cum again. I started to cry and beg.. 'please Chandu don't you want to fuck me...'

'Love me love my Dad. Don't you like his cock? You were fucking him, that's for sure...'

"I can't help it, Chandu...'

'Do you want me to stop?' Soma raju leaned into my mouth. 'If you want it you'll have to beg for it.'

He pulled his fat delicious cock out of me and I reached for it.

'Oh God I want it....' my hands were on it now and I could see how huge and gnarly it was. I wanted to lick it and suck it and pleasure it, to feast on it and feed on it and play with it and take it deep inside....

I gave in. From the moment his beautiful fat glans had forced my pussy lips apart and I felt his fat belly lower onto me I had known who it was I wanted.

'Soma raju, fuck me, now and whenever you want. I'll do anything. Anything...just give me your cock...'

'Sixty-nine her, Dad...'

And I went to heaven. As I opened my mouth to take his fat glans into my throat, or as much of it as I could, he was kneeling over me and his mouth was on my muff.

Soma raju worked my pussy like a pro. His lips were everywhere, his fingers prodding me, I was open and exposed and hot and wet, like a steaming flower in the rain. I wanted him in me, licking me, sucking me, taking me, using me. The suckling was gorgeous.

As I suckled and played with and rubbed his cock, his huge, veiney, twisted, fabulous cock, Soma raju's tongue penetrated the space between my labia, and his tongue began to fuck me as he chewed on my clit.. His fingers probed my ass. 'Oh God yes...'

'You like that...?'

I mumbled on this cock as he filled my throat, fucked me with his tongue, I couldn't speak, I wanted to say, 'oh God, oh please Soma raju, I want you to do it more...'

Soma raju played at the hood of my clitoris. Sending waves of joy through me, then his fingers probed me deep and hard, stirring me expertly, like a wizard...' oh little slut your pussy wants me real bad...'

His cock was swelling, his salty pre-cum in my mouth, he was fat and gorgeous, and I heard Chandu say, 'now fuck her Dad...' and I started to cry with excitement.

As he pulled out and turned me over I was begging and shaking...

'Oh God yes. Please. Fuck me Daddy...'

'Yes what?' the wonderful giant dick probed at me, fingers tweaked me, squeezed my clit, I wanted... I wanted...'

'Please Soma raju...'

'Please Soma raju what?'

'Please eat my pussy and give me your cock...'

'You want to be my little slut?'

'Oh, I'll do anything, I've wanted your cock ever since the day you played with my tits in the toilet...'

'You want to be our toy?'

'Oh yes, oh use me please, let me serve you...'

I didn't know what I was saying. Soma raju was fabulous. He penetrated me, slow and long, and I felt again the glorious nudge of his cockhead parting me, spreading me, filling me. As he took me again, pushing my ovaries, my cervix, filling my whole pussy I whimpered, 'Oh Soma raju, oh yes master...'

And then he was using me for his own pleasure, bang and fucking, thrusting and pumping, filling me, fucking me, stretching me, working me. He fucked so hard, fast, then slow, then fast then slow - hard riding thrusts impaling me like a kebab. As he rode me he slapped and laughed, grunting and swearing and calling me his horny bitch, and I was begging for more, for more cock, and as he thrust deep his cock stimulated my clit and I started to cum. I was impaled on his cock as my tissues swelled and throbbed and my orgasm built, and waves of feeling took over me.. and I begged 'oh God I'm cumming, oh keep fucking me, fuck me through my cum,' and he plunged in and out as I roared and spasmed on his fat cock, and Chandu pulled and twisted at my teats he forced my face onto his cock and I realised he was ejaculating, wild at what he was seeing, his girlfriend fucking his father's giant cock and loving every minute of it...

As my orgasm erupted and shook me like a rag doll I was aware of Soma raju swelling and becoming rigid as, with a roar, Soma raju came, ejaculating in great spasms into me, his cock throbbing and swelling and pulsing and jerking as I shuddered and climaxed and collapsed beneath him, waiting for his cock to pull out of me, wondering how I would bear the shame.

'Oh God that was wonderful, Oh Christ...'

'Haven't you heard of Viagra? We've only just started...lick me clean, slut, you've got work to do...'

'Oh yes Master.''

"I think you'll find it's Masters..'

I suckled them both, over and over, loving and pleasuring their two cocks. I loved the difference between them. I loved Chandu's straight fat cock and Soma raju's enormous ugly, bulging monster, Chandu's smooth balls and Soma raju's dangling hairy ones. I loved playing and fasting and gobbling on them. I loved Soma raju's face in my pussy. I sat on his mouth and rode his tongue like a bitch as Chandu ate my tits. It was probably an hour before I got them really hard again, but I enjoyed every minute of it.

Now it was Chandu's turn to fuck his whore, as I crouched on all fours, begging like a slut, and as he spread me again with his long slim dick, his father Soma raju fed me his giant cock and I suckled gorgeously on it, holding onto the root of his shaft for balance as Chandu fucked and played, playing and stroking and loving and adoring, teasing his ass with my fingers, suckling his balls, deep throating him further down than I had ever managed before.

'Oh masters, oh let me please you...'