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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go on," Nayanthara whispered.

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

"Yeah." Krishan nodded eagerly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm going to knock up everyone."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nayanthara clapped her hands in excitement and faded away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continue...

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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I moved down to her skirt, already pushed up to her waist. I kissed her thighs, lifted her legs to kiss the backs of her knees and legs. Then, I pulled her left leg to the side and kissed the inner thigh of her right leg, moving up to her crotch, my right hand massaging her right leg. I grabbed her underwear and slid it down over her bare feet, and dropped it on the floor. I moved between her legs, bringing my body up on to the couch. I could smell her, wet and musky. I licked her pussy, my tongue sliding between the lips. I separated the folds with my tongue and licked up, my tongue flipped her clitoris. I looked at her face, her eyes were closed, her breath heavy, but still sleeping. I pushed my finger into her and found she was wet. I had turned her on in her sleep. My cock was hard, painfully hard smashed between the couch side and my body.

I sat up, undid my pants and slid my pants and underwear down to my thighs. I pulled my shirt off and threw it on the floor. My cock was standing out, long and hard. I admired it, standing erect above her, passed out, her breasts large and round, the nipples erect, her hair, long and blonde, tangled around her head, her legs spread wide, the skirt pushed up to her hips, her stomach flat and smooth, her thighs, round and firm, her pussy wet and glistening, and my cock standing proud and erect above her.

I laid on top of her, her left leg stretched out over the side of the couch to the floor, her right leg, bent and pushed against the side of the couch. My cock rubbed against her wet clit, my naked chest pressed against her naked breasts. I nibbled on her neck, kissing the spot where the neck joins the shoulder, my hips moved between her thighs. I reached down, grabbed my penis, and rubbed the head against her cunt. With the index finger I found her hole, and guided my penis to it. She was very tight, but wet. I held her open with the finger, and slowly pushed the tip of my cock to the hole. I used another finger to hold the lips apart, and pushed a little harder, the head of my dick barely slipping between the lips. My other hand wrapped around her left thigh, I began kissing her ear, nibbling on the lobe. I heard a low moan in her throat. I couldn't tell if it was from pain or pleasure.

Still trying to hold her open with my fingers, I pulled my dick out a bit and pushed it in a bit further, trying to work her open wider, to take my cock. The head squirmed in. I moved my hand to grab my dick, the index finger underneath it, pushing into her, to guide my cock into her further. I began slowly pushing in and pulling out, moving into her further each time, her pussy resisting my cock, so tight. I used my fingers to spread her lips apart, dug my toes into the couch cushions, massaging my cock into her, not being forceful, slowly moving my cock into her, pushing it into her, then relaxing, pulling out a bit, pushing in again, getting in further, feeling my cock head sliding into her cunt, her wet cunt finally yielding, my cock wet with her juices sliding into her. Once my cock was half in her I moved my hand out, and grabbed her waist. I was still nibbling at her ear, hoping to turn her on more, to make her wet, so we could both enjoy this, her in her dreams, me in my dreams forever after.

With one hand wrapped around her left thigh, pulling that leg up, and the other hand pushing against her waist, I began moving my cock slowly, not trying to move in further, just enjoying it, slowly fucking her with half my dick, the head almost coming out, her lips sucking on it, and then pushing it in slowly, feeling her pulling against the head and the sensitive skin underneath it, enjoying the feel of her loosening cunt sliding on my dick. I moved my hips into her, flexing into her, slowly, feeling my cock head sliding into her, then sliding back out, now gliding through her wet cunt.

I stopped nibbling her ear, and arched my back, my right hand resting on the couch, my arm supporting me, to take her right breast in my mouth, sucking the nipple between my lips, brushing my teeth along the nipple, sucking it into my mouth, and flicking the nipple with my tongue. My hips were pushing my dick into her, still only halfway, her wetness lubricating my entry. With my back still arched, I began pushing into her further, wanting to be completely inside of her. I slowly pushed my cock in further, almost all the way, and pulled back out, my dick fell out. I reached down and lead it back to her pussy, and pushed it back in. I released her breast and looked up at her face, her cheeks were flushed, her mouth halfway open, the tongue slightly protruding over her lower lip. In her passed out sleep, she was enjoying this. I ran my hand down her right thigh, and pulled the leg up to rest her foot on the ground, her knee bent and thigh falling to the side, her legs spread wide, I pushed my cock into her, all the way.

I looked down. I saw my pelvis joined to her, her pubic hair entangled in mine, the slightest root of my cock protruding from her pussy, her right leg held up by my left hand, my right hand pushed her left leg wider, her skirt was twisted and tangled at her waist, her chest was heaving, her large breasts wet with my saliva and her sweat. My left leg was bent resting on the couch, her right foot resting on my left thigh, my right leg straining against the floor. I watched as I pulled my dick out of her, seeing the shaft slowly emerge from her until I could feel her lips pulling at the head. Then, I pushed back into her with a long slow stroke, until our hips met again. I ground my hips against her, feeling my cock inside her. I pulled back out halfway, and slid back in, twisting slightly, still trying to loosen her up a bit. I pulled out some, seeing my dick shaft appear between her legs, and then slid it back in. Then, I moved in slow thrusts, my shaft barely moving out of her before sinking back in, moving my hips slightly, watching my pelvis grind against her crotch, arching my back.

I sat up more, our bodies almost at right angles. I placed her right leg up on the back of the couch, and lifted her left leg up, and held it at my waist, her thigh pressed tightly against me, the rest of the leg dangling along my butt. My left knee sank between the cushion and couch back. I pulled all the way out of her, wanting to watch myself enter her. I grabbed my wet cock with my left hand and rubbed it against her clit, then up and down between her lips. I guided it back to her opening, and pushed it in, watching the head disappear into her, and the shaft glide in, sliding into her wet pussy. At the angle I couldn't push it all the way in, but I could see my dick firmly inside of her, the lips grasping the shaft, her clit wet, my eyes traced up from her pussy to her waist, the smooth skin at her waist barely visible around her crumpled skirt, her stomach wet now from sweat, flat and hard, heaving slightly as she breathed, then her breasts, perky and round, her nipples hard, her neck slender and long, her hair draped around her face, strands laying around her neck and shoulders, her eyes closed, head now laying to the side, her ear still wet from my kisses.

I watched her body move as I slid in and out of her. Her body was pushed up, as I slid in, pushing my pelvis against her, and then her body relaxed back as I slid back out. I fucked her slowly, not wanting to wake her, wanting to watch her get fucked, watch her body yield to me. I enjoyed it, enjoyed the feel of her, the feel of her wet cunt encasing my cock, watching her, watching my cock move inside of her. I wanted to own her, own her in every way possible. I wanted this to go on forever.

I pulled out of her, her cunt sucked at the tip of my cock as I slipped out, and I heard the slight, wet inhalation of air being pulled into the space my dick left. I moved out from between her legs and laid her left leg back on the couch. I gently pushed her body against the back of the couch, while maneuvering her onto her left side. I stepped out of my pants and underwear after removing my shoes. I carefully lowered myself onto the couch beside her, so we'd be facing each other. I slid my right arm under her neck and propped myself on that elbow, her left arm below me. I brought my legs up onto the couch, to be lying beside her.

I nestled against her, pushing her against the back of the couch a bit more, my cock sandwiched between our stomachs. I wrapped my right arm around her back and shoulder, and I lied down on my side, staring into her face, propping myself up so as to not smash her left arm. I put her right arm around my back. She was still sound asleep, still passed out. I grabbed her upper leg and pulled it up over me, so the leg was wrapped around my waist. I reached behind her leg, and pulled my penis out from between us. I rubbed it against her wet clit, spreading her moisture on my cock, and then placed the head at her hole. I put my hand on her butt, and pushed my cock back into her.

In this new position I could get even less of my cock into her, but it felt wonderful. As I moved in and out of her, I pulled the head almost out of her, rubbing the underside of the head on her opening, and then slid back in, until our pelvises met. I pulled her closer to me and kissed her on her lips. Her mouth was open, so I probed her mouth with my tongue, my left hand slid along her leg, hanging over me. I moved my hand up her leg, sliding it along her butt, over her tangled skirt, up her hips, and up her sides. I grabbed her breast, squeezing, kneading, and lowered my head to suck on it. I felt like I was going to slip off the couch, so I straightened up, holding myself against her again.

 

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I kissed her neck, brushing the hair from her neck with my right hand. I pressed my body against her, feeling her breasts pushing against me, her skin slick and wet sliding against me, her skirt rubbing against my stomach, my cock sliding nicely inside of her. I extended my left hand down between our bodies, and found my cock inside of her. I rubbed her clitoris, slowly, using the moisture from her pussy. I moved slowly, rubbing the head of my cock against her lips, not able to go in her far while playing with her clit. I kissed her ear, kissing the soft part behind the ear. I heard her make a soft groan. I looked at her face, but her eyes were still closed, her breath faster and shallower. Afraid I might wake her up by the stimulation, I pulled my left hand away from her clit, and stopped fucking her.

I lied there for a couple of minutes, staring at her, still, my cock halfway in her, watching her. I began playing with it, contracting the muscles to make it twitch inside of her, then slowly pushed into her more until I was as far in her as I could get in this position, and watched her more. When her breathing slowed down, I began grinding into her. I slid down further on the couch a bit, to get my dick into her deeper, and pulled her leg up higher. I was able to push in a bit further, and then began small, short movements inside of her, feeling her pussy wrapped around my cock. I pulled her body to me tighter, holding her very tight, my left hand stroking her body, moving along her legs, her hips, stomach, breasts, face. I separated from her a bit and looked down at our joined bodies, her leg wrapped around me, the other pushed out straight, her pelvis pushed against mine, my hips grinding against her. I yanked her skirt down to hide her butt, and ran my hands along it, down the skirt to her smooth legs, and then reached up under skirt to feel the soft skin of her butt. I pulled out further and started fucking her deeply, pulling out to feel her cunt along my length, and pushing back in, quicker than before.

I felt the urgency. My eyes were locked on our joined bodies, as my pace quickened, I could see the root of my cock emerge from her crotch, and see it plunge back into her. I looked at her face, her breath quicker. I heard a slight grunt each time my cock pounded into her, her body being pushed up by my hips. I grabbed her top leg, pressing it to me, my lips locked onto her neck, kissing, licking, my cock was moving faster, longer. I reached behind her and down to feel it as it slid out of her and back in. I began pulling out until I could feel the head, and pushed back in, allowing my hand to keep my cock pointed inside of her. I was fucking her by pulling my cock all the way out, my hand keeping the head barely touching her hole, and then pushing back up inside of her.

I pressed against her, trying to maneuver my body against her to get my cock completely inside of her, long, deep strokes. My balls began to pull against me, and I gave in. I grabbed her body to me, pulling her leg higher against me, my cock slammed into her as deep as I could get, pulled back halfway, and back in again. I looked down at our sweaty bodies, saw my hips pounding against her, her leg wrapped around me, her breasts pressed against my chest. Her skirt was still covering her ass and the tops of her thighs, the one leg lay straight out on the couch, the other curled around my waist.

I pulled my cock in and out, the pace quickening, the strokes shorter, pushing as deep as I could, feeling her wet cunt wrapped around my cock, pulling me into her, my body rigid, one hand holding her leg against me, the other holding her body tight to me, my cock sliding in, our hips slapping, the couch groaning beneath us. I moved faster, my cock long and hard, pushing, straining, short strokes, pushing into her, pulling against her, deeper, pushing, pounding against her, driving into her, eyes closed, muscles tight, pushing in deep, sliding, exploding.

The cum shot out of my cock. I felt a burst of pleasure in my head, and I pushed even deeper inside of her, pulled out a bit, and pushed into her further, then grinding my cock into her, my semen pumping into her, pushing into her, pulling her body down onto my cock, pushing deep into her, my body tight, the semen still jumping from my dick, my body shuddered against her. I spasmed once, jerking my cock inside of her, pumping into her, pushing slower and then collapsed. Her body fell lightly back against the couch, her leg slid down my body to my hips. Her breathing was fast, her face wet with sweat. My cock was still leaking semen inside of her, and was still hard. I left it there, enjoying the feel of her pussy, filled with my cum and cock. I reached my hand around behind her to feel my cock inside of her, and I touched our juices dripping from her cunt. I pulled her against me again, and closed my eyes, basking in the feel of her body against me, my cock inside of her.

I awoke a short time later, slightly startled that I had fallen asleep. I looked at my watch and saw the time was 3:52. I hadn't been asleep that long. My cock had shrunk and fallen out of her. I was lying against her, sandwiching her between the couch and my body, my arms were around her, her arms limply around me, her leg still draped over me. The sweat had dried from our bodies and I was slightly cool. Her eyes were closed, she was sleeping deeply, more so than when I first came into the house. I looked down at our bodies, stuck together by dried sweat and cum. My balls began to tingle, and my cock began to grow, as I admired her body, so young and soft, her tight legs pushing out from the crumpled skirt, her flat stomach and full breasts. I kissed her lips, and ran my tongue around her mouth. I slid my hand down her body, enjoying the feel of her skin along her breast, down her side, to her hips, along the skirt, down her leg, along the back of her thigh, to the back of her knee. I kissed her deeply. I wanted her more. She was passed out so deeply I could do almost anything to her, and she probably wouldn't wake up.

I entangled myself from her body, placing her leg on top of the other leg, and pulled my right arm out from under her. I stood up beside the couch, and looked down at her. My cock was erect. Yes, I would have to have her again. I wanted her doggy style, but how to do that with a passed out girl. I would have to drape her over something, something soft, to support her, as I take her from behind.

I bent down to her, gently wrapped my arms around her, and lifted her into a sitting position, leaning against the left arm of the couch. The couch had three large cushions along the back and on the seat of it. I grabbed two of the cushions from the back and laid them on the seat cushions. The stacked cushions were just a bit higher than the arm rest. That would have to work. I bent down, wrapped my arms around her again, and lifted her up off the couch, limp in my arms. I carefully carried her over to the side of the couch. I draped her body over the couch arm, the front half of her body laying on the cushions, her legs hanging down to the floor, her ass and cunt pointed up at me. I adjusted her arms to lie at her sides, and turned her head to the side, trying to make her comfortable in this position. I touched my hand to her cunt, it was sticky with dried cum, no longer wet and slippery like before. Entering her now would not feel as good as I needed it. I went to the hallway bathroom, and found a jar of Vaseline in the cabinet. I grabbed the jar and carried it with me back into the living room. She was still lying across the arm of the couch, still passed out.

I twisted the top off of the jar and set it on the floor next to the couch. Then, I spread her legs wider, pulled her body towards me, her skirt pushed up above her waist. I grabbed her skirt and pulled it back down to barely cover her ass. I rubbed my hands along her body, starting from her back, I slid them down, over her skirt, down the backs of her thighs, her cool, smooth skin soft under my hands. I knelt down, kissed her left calf, moved up to the back of her knee, and then moved my lips up the backs of her thighs to her butt. I kissed along her lower back, then down her right side, down the butt, tracing my tongue down her right thigh, nibbling at the inner thigh, smelling our sex between her legs, my hands rubbing the backs of her legs, massaging her thighs, her butt, kissing down to the back of her right knee.

 

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I picked some lube out of the jar, and rubbed my hand on her pussy, my fingers sliding into her cunt, working the lube into her. I wiped more of it on my cock, still hard, seeming larger than ever. I wiped my hand on the side of the couch. Then I stood back up, ran my hands down her butt and thighs, stepped closer to her, my cock pointing at her cunt, sliding against it. I ground my hips into her, my cock sliding up over her cunt, slipping between the lips, rubbing my cock against her sex. I rubbed it against her pussy, my hands rubbing her legs, reaching under her skirt to massage her ass, sliding down her legs. I grabbed her waist and held her as I slid my dick against her. Her eyes were closed, she was breathing deeply, still passed out.

I placed the head of my cock against her cunt hole. I placed my left hand on her waist to hold her and used my other hand to guide my cock into her. I pushed the head down and took a small step forward. I pushed my hips forward and my cock head slid in between her lips and entered her. I worked my cock head into her, pulling back, spreading the lubricant on her cunt and over my cock, her juices now mixing with the Vaseline. I slid back in, watching my cock head slip back into her, her lips sliding along my dick. I pulled back out, my cock head still in her, and pushed back in, sliding in halfway. I wrapped my hands around her lower waist, her skirt soft under my palms. I slid my cock out some and then pushed into her slowly, sinking into her, my cock almost buried entirely inside of her, leaning forward slightly, and then pulled back out, swaying back.

I pushed it in as far as I could, while still leaning back, wanting to see my cock penetrate her pussy, watching the head slide in, smoothly, and the shaft sink between the lips. I pulled her to me more, my dick going in further, her feet propped on the floor, her knees bent, thighs pressed against the side of the couch. I pulled out until I could see the head of my penis and pushed it back in, her pussy taking almost the entire length of my cock, more than before, my knees bent and digging into the couch. I ran my hands down her waist to her thighs, sliding in and out of her, my hands rested on her butt, underneath her skirt. I pulled her cheeks apart, to pull her lips wider, and watched my cock sliding into her. I took one hand and reached under her, grabbing some lubrication from her pussy, I began rubbing her clitoris. I wrapped my other arm around her waist and pulled her towards me. She was barely supported by the couch, my arm holding her up. I moved my other arm around her and began rubbing her clit again, feeling my cock sliding in and out of her, my body arched over hers, supporting her, holding her to me.

She began to groan, and afraid she might be waking up, I gently relaxed my hold on her and placed her lightly back onto the cushions, letting the couch support her again. I moved my hand back around to play with her clitoris from the back again. I used my hips to push her up on to the couch further, my cock sinking deep inside of her. I moved my feet back, pressed my knees into the couch, and leaned forward, pushing even deeper into her, my pelvis mashed against her butt. I grasped the couch arm with my hands, straightened my arms to lift my body slightly, and began grinding my cock into her, using short strokes, pushing into her cunt, pulling out slightly, pushing back in deeper, standing on my toes, her body sliding further up onto the couch. I moved my hips against her, feeling her cunt walls rubbing against my cock, her body moving with my thrusts, sliding my cock inside of her. I arched my back, holding myself above her, thrusting into her, pushing my cock inside of her, my legs mashed against the backs of her thighs, her skirt rubbing against my waist.

I looked at her face, the left side was turned towards me, her eyes closed, her mouth partly open, small moans emerging from her throat each time I thrust my cock inside of her. The sides of her breasts were visible, smashed between her body and the cushions, her arms lying limply by her sides, her whole body pushed forward with each thrust, then sinking back, and pushed forward again. I moved faster, my body straining, my hips twisting, turning, moving my cock inside of her, barely moving it in and out, rubbing my cock on her wet cunt walls. I looked down at her legs, her long, tan legs, stretching out from her skirt, her feet dangling on the carpet. My hips moved faster, my body straining against her, my cock sliding inside her cunt, then jabbing my dick into her, tiny thrusts, my pelvis pressed tightly to her butt, my cock head stroking her inside, the pace faster, my balls tingling, pulling up, wanting to shoot inside of her again, breathing faster, my head thrown back, just feeling me inside of her, pulling, pushing, almost cumming, almost, but no.

I stopped fucking her, leaving my cock deep inside of her, and laid my body on top of her, my legs still straining to hold me up, my back arched, my stomach curved around her butt, my wet forehead touching her back. I placed my arms alongside of her, breathing deeply, hearing her breathing deeply in her sleep. I kissed her back, soft kisses on her warm skin, my cock still buried deep within her, my balls softening, the need subsiding. I felt her cunt walls twitching against my prick, slight muscle contractions. I straightened up to standing, my arms pushing me up using the couch arm. My cock slid out of her halfway, her body still positioned high up on the couch cushions. I leaned back and looked at her pussy, my cock still firmly entrenched, rigid and hard. I saw white fluid seeping from her cunt, around my shaft. I touched my fingers to her pussy, wiping away some of the liquid and brought it to my nose and smelled it. I had made her cum, in her sleep. I smiled. She seemed to like this position. I had almost cum myself. But, I didn't want to cum like this. I wanted to cum inside of her, being completely inside of her, looking at her body, possessing every inch of her.

Reluctantly, I pulled my dick from her dripping pussy. I admired the view, her pussy now very wet, the lips staying open slightly, inviting my cock to enter her, her skirt pulled down covering her ass, her thighs draped along the side of the couch, and the tops of her feet lying on the floor. I bent over, wrapping my arms around her chest, just below her breasts, and gently lifted her up. Her body was limp in my arms as I carefully carried her back to the front of the couch, and then set her back down on the far end of the couch. I twisted her body so she'd be in a normal sitting position, her feet on the floor, her butt on the couch, her back slightly bent, slouching against the back of the couch, her arms hanging limply by her side.

I adjusted her skirt, pulling it down to its full length still high on her thighs. I brushed the hair from her face with my fingers, so that it flowed nicely down the sides of her face to her shoulders. I stood above her, my cock still erect, jutting out above her, admiring her body, laid out for me so erotically. I stared at her, traced my eyes along her face, her beautiful face, now flushed, the make-up slightly smudged, her long, sensuous neck, to her slender shoulders, her breasts, round and firm, the nipples hard, her flat stomach, hips flaring out to her curved ass, covered by the short skirt, down to her long legs, the thighs, soft and firm. I took possession of her body, engrained it forever in my mind, her body opened to me.

I knelt on the ground before her. I gently lifted and moved her right leg to the left, placing it back on the couch, and then moved her left leg to the right, spreading her legs apart. I moved between her knees, my hands resting on her thighs, my eyes watching her entirely, seeing her entire body and face, not focusing on any one part. I wrapped my arms around her lower back and butt, lifted her slightly and pulled her body towards me, until her butt was hanging slightly off of the couch.

 

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I straightened back up, overcome by her. I leaned in and kissed her, my lips caressing her lips, tilting her head slightly to kiss her deeply, my tongue moving into her mouth. One hand propped me up, the other slid down to her breast, massaging it, tweaking the nipple, then slid down her side to her waist. I moved my lips down to her breasts, hunching over her, kissing the nipples, wanting to enjoy her body, but feeling too anxious, wanting to be inside of her, fucking her, cumming inside of her. My hand slid down her waist, along the skirt, down her thigh, to her knee. My kisses dropped to her stomach, my tongue probing her belly button, both hands on her legs, pushing them wide. I sat up straight, my cock pointed at her, my hands holding her legs apart. I wanted to kiss her all over, enjoy every inch of her body, but the desire was too strong, I had to have her, and now.

I placed the head of my cock against her pussy, pushing down to direct it to her hole. I flexed my hips forward slightly, my wet cock easily slipping into her wet pussy. I watched the head slide into her, her lips pulling it into her, then the shaft sliding into her, her pussy gripping it smoothly. My hands were laying on her thighs, slowing stroking her legs, sliding up and down her thighs, holding the legs wide open so I could see my engorged cock buried inside of her. I slid her skirt up higher, bunching it up around her waist, my hands rubbing her soft skin. I pulled my cock all the way out, leaving the tip of my penis lightly resting on her pussy, then I slid it back in again, watching my cock again slide into her. I pulled it out all the way again, and slid it back in, pushing in until my pelvis met hers, my back arched back to watch, my hands still sliding along her smooth legs.

I ground my hips into her, seeing her hips move against mine, pushed around by the motion, my cock turning inside of her cunt, the entire shaft buried within her, our pubic hair touching. I slid back out, with the head still encased, and slid back in to the base of my cock, her cunt sliding along the shaft. I set a slow pace, watching my cock slide in and out of her, using the full length of my cock. My eyes drifted up to her body, watching it move with my thrusting, pushed around by my hips, my cock. My hands were still sliding along her thighs, down her legs, up to her waist, enjoying the feel of her cool skin. I watched my cock sliding in and out of her, slipping almost completely out of her, then pushing back in between her legs, spread wide, her skirt stretched.

I leaned forward, wrapping my hands around her waist, pulling her onto my cock further. I slid back, pushing her back into the couch, then pulled her forward as I moved into her. Holding her hips firmly in my hands, I moved her cunt around my cock, moving my hips with hers, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy, watching her breasts rock with the motion. I set a moderate pace, relishing the feel of my dick sliding in her wet cunt, pushing in as far as I could, her legs leaning into my thighs being pushed wide with each thrust, and closing slightly, sliding along my skin, as I pulled back out. Her body moved with my fuck, her head rolled on the back of the couch as my body moved her body with my rhythm.

I stopped moving, and just moved her body. I placed my hands under waist, grabbing her ass, gripping the skin through the skirt, and pulled her towards me, then let her body relax back, then pulled her towards me again, sliding her cunt down my shaft. I pushed her back, then lifted her butt slightly, and pulled her towards me, pushing my hips to meet her, my cock completely buried in her cunt. I held her body up, and slid my cock in and out of her from this angle. I leaned back to watch my dick moving into her, then turned to watch her face, her mouth open, moans slipping from her throat, sweat on her forehead glistening.

I laid her butt back on the couch and leaned back, pulling my cock almost out of her cunt. I reached down with both hands and grabbed her legs under the knees. I lifted her legs up, sliding my hands down them to her ankles as I lifted them to set her calves on my shoulders, her knees bent. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her legs to my body. I slid my cock back into her. I moved it inside of her, stroking her pussy with my cock, the couch squeaking underneath of her. I kissed her left leg, sucking on the skin at her calf, my hands sliding up and down her thighs, fucking her faster, my dick moving in and out of her smoothly, going in deeper. I moved to her right leg, kissing the calf, my hands moved under her legs, massaging the skin on her back thighs.

I leaned forward a bit, looked at her face, her eyes still closed, but her breathing was fast and quick, moaning in her sleep, her body rocking with my motion, moving faster. I leaned forward more, her legs sliding up my body, her thighs almost touching her shoulders. I placed my hands on the couch, supporting my weight, looking into her face, pushing my cock further into her, deeper than before, my knees off of the ground, my hips slapping against her thighs.

I bent down to kiss her, turned her head towards me, pressed my lips to her open mouth, moving faster, lifting my hips up, pushing, grinding, my cock back down into her, trying to push it further, deeper inside of her, my tongue moving in her mouth, her moans vibrating in my mouth, the couch squeaking, groaning, my breath coming faster, pushing my cock into her, pounding into her body, long strokes, my entire cock sliding in and out of her slippery cunt, her cunt walls throbbing around my cock, my muscles tight, my entire body, my entire will concentrated on my penis, moving into her, pushing inside of her, trying to grind deeper into her, my mouth clamped to her mouth, our moans trapped, my cock pulsing in her cunt, slipping further, slipping, slamming inside of her, cum spurting, lights flashing in my head, grinding into her, pushing my cum into her, her moans vibrating against my tongue, semen shooting into her, rotating my hips on top of her, her cunt muscles milking the cum from my prick, and then falling onto her, my energy gone.

I laid there for several minutes, slowly gyrating my hips, letting the last of the semen drip from my cock into her cunt, kissing her face, her neck, her ears. Her cunt was vibrating against my cock. She had cum again. As my cock started to shrink inside of her, I pushed myself up again, raising my body off of her, still crouched over her, her legs propped on my shoulders. I looked at her face, kissed her closed eyes, and then sat back up with my knees on the floor. I moved her legs off to either side of me. My shrinking cock slipped out of her, a stream of cum dripped out after it. I straightened up, placed my hands on her thighs, and sat there admiring her body, for the last time. I ran my hands along her legs, up her thighs, and back down to her knees. I looked at my watch and saw the time was 4:49, time to clean up and get out.

I put on my clothes, and then tried to clean her up. I tried to wipe up my semen, clean her cunt out, then even redressed her, and set her back on the couch how she had been laying. But, I knew she would know she had been fucked while she slept. Her pussy would be sore, she would probably remember the erotic dreams she had, and realize she had been fucked while she was passed out. I admired her one last time, standing over her, knowing that I owned her now, I had possessed her body, she would always be mine, even if I could never have her again.

THE-END

 

[hotaks]

I looked over. Payal was totally naked except for the skimpy black bikini thong that we had chosen for her, and her heels, far too high for comfort, but that, forcing her onto her toes slightly, gently accentuated the arc of her calves. Her body glistened slightly in the warmth of the room. Light shone gently on the curves of each plump, firm breast; her stomach was taut, her hipbones faintly perceptible, the outline of her pubic mound visible against the black of her thong. Her dark brown hair, cut in a vaguely French fashion, came down to her shoulders, framing her face and delicate neck. Her collarbones were slightly pronounced.

From behind, the thong accented the lines of her pert, shapely ass perfectly. We'd made her up, but been sure not to go too far: mascara, a little eyeliner, a touch of blusher to bring out her cheekbones, dark red lipstick. A small cross hung from her neck down between her breasts. Her hands on her hips, she pouted slightly. For all the world she looked like a glamour model, extremely confident, a little slutty, and somewhat bored with the wait before a shoot. But there was a faint quiver in her frame as well, a shiver of anticipation. And what was that look in her eyes? Lust? Or fear?

Payal really was a stunning young woman. Me, I'm like other girls. Sure, I've had my experiences, the odd fumble, or a sloppy, drunken kiss at a party to turn the boys on. But I'm no lesbian. And yet Payal, something about her , her perfectly formed c-cup breasts, the curve of her ass -- in a different life, I'd have worshipped her.

One of the boys came forward -- Jon, I think -- and grabbed her with one hand by the throat. With the other, he began groping her chest, tweaking her nipples hard, and slapping her breasts up and down with the flat of his hand. She held his gaze, affecting a kind of cool indifference, but whimpered a little against her will. He leered at her, and pressed two of his fingers into her mouth, making her suck on them. She gagged slightly as he forced them into her throat.

Then Rich appeared behind her. He groped and pinched one of her butt cheeks and she flinched in embarrassment. In one deft movement, he peeled her thong away, exposing a cute little triangle of public hair, and manoeuvred her so that she was leaning forward slightly on her hips, Jon's grip on her throat maintaining her balance, her ass sticking out behind her. It can't have been very comfortable; I suppose that was the point.

Rich pinned her arms firmly against the small of her back, and, forcing his hand between her cheeks, made her spread her legs. He began doing something to her ass, I wasn't sure what to begin with. Then I realised that he was applying vast quantities of lube in anticipation of what they were about to do to her, fingering her ass and cunt roughly. He spanked her occasionally; she yelped or groaned, and the other boys standing around her -- there were about a dozen in total -- smirked and laughed. Sandwiched between Rich and Jon as they began to go to work on her -- tottering unsteadily on her heels as she took their abuse at either end -- her perfect body looked appallingly fragile. Payal was a goddess, but I'm not sure they planned to treat her like one.

I should perhaps pause for a moment to give you some background. Payal and I are fresh out college girls, serious about our studies, but out to have a little fun on the side while we're still young. But money is always the issue. We like nice things, but a student loan will only take you so far. So when the boys across the hall from our apartment -- Rich and Rob, two big athletic lads in their thirties -- invited us over for a game of poker with their friends one evening, we jumped at the chance. Or rather, Payal did; she was good at maths, and had the idea that she'd be able to work out the probabilities or something. For myself, I thought I might win a little by luck, but wasn't particularly bothered either way. And a quiet night in, a few beers with those nice gents, it would keep us out of trouble, I thought. How wrong I was. How wrong we both were.

By 10pm, I'd lost the little money that I'd brought with me. I pouted a little, but whatever, I could take it. So I got chatting to some of the lads there, had a few too many drinks. It was great, a nice night in with good company. Perhaps I'd even feel the spark of romance, I thought to myself. But I must have got distracted talking to one Rich's friends, because when midnight came around, it sounded like Payal had got herself into some difficulty.

'Deal me in,' she said

'You don't have any money left,' Rich replied. 'And I mean -- look, sorry, but you're in trouble as it is. For fuck's sake, you're 50 thousand down.'

'50 thousand?' I said. 'What the fuck? Where did you get money like that?'

'It's my student loan,' she murmured sheepishly.

'What the fuck?'

'Look, I didn't mean to. But here we are. And my luck's about to change, I know it. I just need this last hand, that's all. All or nothing, Rich, go on, you know you want to.'

'It doesn't matter what I want, you don't have any money left.'

'But look I -- Christ, I need that money. I'll do anything. I'll, I don't know, I'll take my top off or something. Whatever, I want to make my money back. You want to see my tits?' She went to unbutton her blouse.

'You're 4 Lakhs down, Payal. You can hardly expect me to write that off for a flash of your tits.' From across the room, Rob cleared his throat awkwardly. The atmosphere had changed perceptibly. I was suddenly aware of how hot it was.

'Well what, then? One more hand.'

'Why so confident?' murmured one of Rich's friends, I thought his name was Jon.

'One way to find out. Deal me in.'

'Well fuck, I don't know. I'm not interested in your tits -- '

'Wait a minute bro --,' one of the other boys said.

'I mean for 4 Lakhs . I'm going to need more than that.' Rich's tone had changed. There was something business-like about him suddenly.

Payal shrugged. 'Fine', she sighed. 'So fuck me.'

'WHAT?!' I exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes. 'Look, give us a minute, would you?'

She took me next door, to the bathroom, and in hushed tones explained that she'd been counting the cards and that her next hand was a winner, for sure. There was no risk at all, she said. Those dumb guys were sure to take the bait, then boom! She'd get her money back and we could forget about the whole thing. And if not -- well, she needed the money one way or another. She pouted at me. 'Play along? No risk, I promise.'

 

[hotaks]

I had my reservations still, but Payal could be a real stubborn bitch when she wanted to be. And what did I know? Maybe she was right and she'd make her money back. Somewhat reluctantly, I followed her back through to the poker table.

The mood had shifted for sure now. A few of the boys were pacing up and down, a few were fidgeting. More than one was breathing heavily. The air was thick with animal lust.

Rich cleared his throat and stroked his chin.

'The lads and I have discussed things, Payal. Hope you don't mind. The thing is, 4 Lakhs is an expensive fuck for anyone, even, if you don't mind my saying, your charming self.' She nodded graciously. 'But we are not in principle opposed to some sort of arrangement.'

'Who is we'? I asked weakly.

'Shut up,' said Payal. 'What are you suggesting?'

Rich turned to one of his friends. 'Mike here works in film lighting. He's done some work in pornography. There's something you didn't know about him, eh?' He chuckled to himself. 'How much does 4 Lakhs get you from a girl these days, Mike?'

Mike's voice was extremely strained. 'A lot, Rich. A hell of a lot.'

'You see my predicament, Payal? I'm going to need a lot.'

'I said whatever, are you fucking deaf? I lose, you do what you want to me.' She leaned over, her breasts resting on the table. She held his gaze. 'You can put it anywhere you want,' she said, in a low, sultry voice. She must have been very confident, I thought. Maybe there was nothing to worry about after all.

'Don't make promises you can't keep,' I heard Jon murmur from the other side of the room.

Rich sighed. 'But you see, one dude fucking you, it just doesn't cover 4 Lakhs, not even close. Mike said a lot. He's a gentleman, but I'll spell it out -- I think he meant a lot of cocks. Do you see what I'm saying? I'll deal you in, sure. But you're going to have to... Christ, let's not beat around the bush. If you lose, you'll have to fuck every one of my friends here. I mean every single one, and we can do whatever we want to you. Whatever the fuck we want, one night only, 4 Lakhs' worth. That's the offer, take it or leave it.'

'I said --,' Payal began.

He held up his hand and spoke softly. 'I do mean whatever, Payal. I like you. But you should think hard about what you say now. There will be no going back. My friends and I are fair, but firm.'

You could have heard a pin drop.

'So deal me in.'

And that was her fate settled, really. I don't know if she was drunk, or counted the cards wrong or never knew what the fuck she was doing to begin with, but Payal got two of a kind or something, something really pathetic, to Rich's flush, it wasn't even close. And that was that. We said our shocked goodbyes to the boys -- they were agog, couldn't believe their luck -- and wandered back to the flat in a daze, shell-shocked and bewildered. It was only gradually dawning on Payal what she had signed herself, her body, up for. But give her her due, she was a woman of her word -- a stubborn bitch like I said. So she agreed to return to Rich's place the next evening at 6pm on the dot, and she'd be theirs until midnight, to do with as they wished.

What was six hours, after all? And the rate -- it worked out at almost 70k per hour -- if only, alas, it were not in settlement of this debt. Who wouldn't take a little gentle cock-sucking for money like that? And how rough could they be, really? Maybe it'd be candles and roses, you never knew. Boys were so shy anyway. They'd probably be too nervous to touch her and settle for a striptease or something. Payal was no virgin, anyway, however innocent she looked. In fact, she'd slept with three different boys -- although not, I supposed, at the same time. But probably it would be a piece of cake. Probably. I agreed to act as a sort of chaperone and to intervene if things got out of hand, which they wouldn't, probably. And so, early the next evening, we made her up a little, dressed her in a skimpy little white number, had a few glasses of chardonnay -- for courage, you understand -- and crossed the hall.

***

And now here she was, paying her debts, preparing, or being prepared, half against her will, to be violated by this group of strange men. Because it was clearly violation they had in mind. The white dress was gone in seconds -- I don't even know why we'd bothered with it to begin with -- as the boys clawed and groped at her in their excitement, backing her into the corner, a deer in the headlights. Her bra hadn't lasted much longer. They hadn't even bothered to say hello; they'd simply started mauling her.

I sighed to myself. They'd seemed like such nice young men before. I didn't know at the time if they were drunk, or drunk on lust, or looking to get their money's worth, or just keen to take advantage of the situation. You don't get many shots with a girl like Payal; in a thousand normal lifetimes, you wouldn't get one chance to rough her up the way they were evidently planning. I learned afterwards that they were on all manner of pills to keep them hard and to keep the cum coming; they had clearly planned to make the most of this rare opportunity, to make a real whore of this beautiful young woman. And in their heightened animal lust, there was a violent streak, and everyone could feel it.

Jon still had Payal by the throat. He had stopped abusing her breasts for a moment, and was now lightly slapping her face and squeezing her cheeks together.

'We're going to make you into a sloppy little slut tonight, you dirty bitch,' he growled in her ear. Breathing heavily, her breasts quivering and her nipples rock hard, she went instinctively to slap him as at an insult. But he grabbed her forearm before she could make contact. 'Oh no you don't, whore,' he sneered. 'There'll be plenty more where that came from.' And as punishment, her yanked her forward by the hair, prized her jaw open roughly with his fingers, and stuck his tongue deep into her mouth. She groaned into it, kissed him back as best she could, and took the humiliation well -- she would have to get used to it, there was a lot more of that to come. But she closed her eyes and visibly shuddered when he forced her head to one side and licked the length of her cheek.

He buried his head in her neck, nibbling on her collarbone slightly. Then, turning his attention to her chest again, he slapped her right tit from below, hard, leering as it jiggled. She inhaled sharply at the pain and humiliation, gulping down her panic, but trembling slightly nevertheless. He began mauling and squeezing her breasts once more.

Rich had been busy sliding his fingers in and out of her ass and cunt from behind, slapping her quivering buttocks up and down and groping her smooth inner thighs while her breathing got heavier in lust and apprehension. Evidently satisfied that she was sufficiently wet, or at the very least lubed up, he forced his fingers into her mouth, making her taste the juices from her ass and cunt. She grimaced a little, but did her best to look sultry as she sucked his fingers, eyes wide in submission and holding his gaze, moving her mouth up and down his fingers as if she were sucking cock, taking them deep into her throat. He merely laughed, tugging on her nipples with his free hand while she squirmed in discomfort. Then, wrapping both hands around her throat, he forced her to her hands and knees on the floor, directing her to humiliate herself for their entertainment and arousal.

'Spank your ass for us, you little slut,' he instructed her, his voice dripping with cruelty and lust. 'Crawl over there on your hands and knees, to the middle of the floor, and moan for me, like a bitch in heat.'