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“Ohh, darling, I forgot to tell you, I am going to a seminar in Coimbatore for a week,” I told Rajesh as I slipped on my bra.

He grabbed me, threw away the bra, and asked:” When?”

I was surprised, “This Saturday. What is wrong with you? Leave me,” I said and tried to wriggle out from his vice-like grip.

“I won’t. How can you leave me for a week? I will go mad. Don’t go,” he pleaded.

I laughed. ”We are meeting once or twice a week. I am busy with my bank, and you with your projects. So one week is not really long and will pass in a jiffy,” I said and moaned as he grabbed my tit and started sucking.

“Even if we don’t meet, I know you are in the city, and if I have a terrible hard on, you will come and release my cum if I call you. But I cannot bear the thought of missing you for a week,” he said, squeezing my tits and buttocks.

I screamed when I saw the clock. “My Dad will kill me if I am late, leave me, we will talk later,” I pushed him, got into my clothes, brushed my hair, and ran out………………

……………The next day, I was unable to concentrate on work in the bank. Rajesh admitted that he can’t live without me for a week. Now, I realize that even though I cannot stay away from him, I love him so much. My eyes started to get moist, and I stubbornly pushed away thoughts about him. But the harder you try, the more difficult it is to stop memories flooding your mind. Rajesh’s magnetic smile, his thick, long cock, his magical tongue which makes my cunt pour out juices like a breached dam, and the taste of his cum in my mouth……my cunt went into overdrive and opened the tap full. My thoughts went back to how we fell in love.

Rajesh is tall, well-built, has an athletic body, and a great smile. He is not the conventional Chocolate Bollywood hero. The first thought that crosses a woman’s mind when she sees him is “He must be great in bed and will fuck wildly”. In fact, I did not respond to his love gestures for a long time for that reason only. I was suspicious that he wanted to fuck me, and “Love” was just to fool me.

As I came to know him better, I was surprised. He was not only a virgin, but he also had old-fashioned thoughts and beliefs. I also fell in love with him.

“You know, if husband and wife both are virgins and experience the joy of fucking for the first time together, their marriage will be very strong,” he told me.

“So, after marriage, even if they fuck others, marriage will be intact?” I asked, laughing.

“Yes,” he told seriously, “That’s why I want to keep my virginity intact and want to be the first cock to fuck you after our marriage”.

I laughed.

“Hold your horses. My Dad will never agree to our marriage, you are from a different caste.” I reminded him.

“But you love me,” he protested.

“Yes, I will push and push until he agrees. If he doesn’t, then we will elope. But that is the last option,” I told him. Until then, we were kissing, he would fondle my tits, tickle my cunt, and I would fondle his cock. Nothing more.

It took a long time to convince my Dad. Mom and my younger brothers liked him instantly. He played caroms, chess, and cricket with them and endeared himself to my Mom. Finally, when my Dad gave consent, we kissed and hugged in his room.

Before we realized what was happening, we were both nude, he was sucking my tits and I, his cock. It was like we were submerged in a tidal wave.

He licked my cunt, and how I poured and poured. I was dying to get fucked, and he rubbed red cockhead on my cunt lips and was tempted to push, then I said, “Darling, remember what you said about the first fuck should be after marriage? I am ready to do anything except fucking”

To his credit, he immediately agreed and fucked me in the boobs and spilled cum on my stomach and tits. For the last two years, we have been doing everything except fucking. He cums between my buttocks, tits, and in my mouth or stomach… and manages to stay away from cunt. Any other man would have fucked me on the first day.

One day, as we lay fondling each other after a hot session, I asked him,” Don’t you get tempted to fuck me?”

He kept sucking my tit for some time, and I thought he hadn’t heard me, and he said,” You know what, Swati, I am afraid I may not be able to fuck you, I love you too much.”

I burst out laughing, “Why can’t you fuck me in the cunt? You are fucking nicely in ass crack, tit cleavage, and mouth. Your cock is rock hard and gets up instantly, so why can’t you fuck me? You love me but can’t fuck me?” I asked.

“I love you so much, I can’t bear to see your pain. Your hymen may be thick, and if it doesn’t get torn easily, you will suffer, and I can’t see that. Darling,” he said with such an innocent expression. I laughed so much, my stomach ached.

“Ohh, so shall I get my hymen torn with another cock so that you can fuck me easily? You will not allow me to conceive and have babies also?” I teased him.

It is true, if I had a common cold or fever, he would fuss so much, my parents were worried if he was mad. When I got a promotion, he was much happier than I was and celebrated extravagantly.

As I recollected all this, I realized I was embarrassingly wet; I should have put on a sanitary napkin, I thought.

“It is no use. I have to go to the restroom, wash my cunt and face, and freshen up. A hot coffee will help,” I told myself, and told my colleague, and walked to the Ladies’ Restroom.

I opened the door and stood paralyzed by what I saw.

My colleague and friend Pratyusha had taken off Top and bra and was squeezing milk from tits into the wash basin.

“Idiot, come in and close the door,” She hissed angrily.

“Oh, sorry,” I recovered and closed the door. Pratyusha was married 2 years back and has a 4-month-old son. I went to the toilet, peed, and washed my cunt. I was washing my hands and face, and I could not help stealing glances at her massive boobs and thin stream of white milk falling in a jet when she squeezed.

She flung her hands down.

“Ohh, Sweta, it is so tiring, please do me a favour and squeeze milk out. My hands are aching,” she pleaded.

My heart was thumping in my ribs as I stood behind her and took hold of her right tit in both hands. I thought I would faint as the warm, soft touch of her boob sent shock waves through my body. She guided my hands and showed me how to squeeze out milk.

“Hmmmm…this is heaven…” she moaned, closing her eyes as I squeezed and a warm jet of milk was forced out.

“What a pity? Such wastage? This milk should have been in Ajay’s stomach,” I said.

She broke into laughter.

“What is the matter?” I asked, puzzled.

“Ajay is my husband. Vijay is my son,” she said.

“So? I didn’t say anything wrong. Don’t tell me your husband doesn’t drink your milk,” I said, teasing.

“Hmm, you have a point there. Thanks, dear, I will dress up and come out. You go now,” she said. I reluctantly left her massive, soft boobs and left.

She came out after a few minutes and waved to me as she was going to her desk.

I watched jealously as all male eyes were riveted on her and followed her undulating buttocks, dancing boobs.

“Shameless whore, she purposely gyrates her assets to rise cocks” I thought to myself as I watched the lust in men’s eyes.

She is from my state, we speak the same language, and she is a very good friend. Actually, I need not feel jealous. I am more beautiful, more shapely, my skin has a marble-like smoothness and texture, and I have thick, luxurious, silky smooth jet black hair (Pratusha’s hair is curly and not so long or as lively as mine). My tits are a size smaller but firmer and tighter, I have a narrow waist, and my flare of hips drives Rajesh crazy….

…But Pratusha has an animal sexiness that triggers cock erection. My beauty is similar to Aishwarya’s; men want to take me home and introduce me to their parents as their ‘Bahu’. Pratusha is similar to Sunny Leone’s; every man wants to fuck her. You can’t trust any man not to molest or fuck her if left alone with her. (She will feel insulted if he doesn’t and would provoke him until he does it). If I drop my pallu and show my cleavage, men will think ”Poor girl, she didn’t realize her pallu slipped” and rearrange it and leave. If Pratusha drops her pallu, they will tear off her clothes and fuck her.

Suddenly, a thought struck me: Can Rajesh resist Pratusha’s seduction? Is he as good or as bad as all these men mentally disrobing and fucking Pratusha?

As if on cue, my mobile phone chimed. It was Rajesh.

“Listen, love, you have a seminar next Saturday and Sunday also? “he asked.

“No. The bank arranged sightseeing in Ooty,” I told him, and asked him why.

“I will catch a flight and land there on Friday evening. Let us enjoy and return, is it possible?” he asked.

I almost shouted “Yippee”, I asked my boss, and she said why not?

Rajesh was on cloud nine. I also felt happy and relieved……………….

…………………..My parents, brothers, and Rajesh came to see me off to Railway station.  Our bank selected 2 persons from each branch, and from my branch, Pratusha and I were selected. All the others were men in our batch. Pratusha’s in-laws and husband came to give her a send-off. Pratusha’s 4-month-old baby boy was very cute, and he started inserting his tiny hands in my top to pluck at my nipples. I was embarrassed.

Pratusha laughed and took him from me, saying he is a typical male.

The train started, and we waved until they were no longer visible and went to our coupe. Pratusha and I were given a 2-berth coupe in A/C I class. The rest of them had berths in A/C 2 tiers.

After finishing dinner and getting our tickets checked by TT, I was about to climb onto the upper berth when Pratusha stopped me.

“Dear, you have to help me,” she said.

“Oh, no, she wants me to squeeze milk from her tits,” I groaned inwardly.

“Pratusha, please manage by yourself. These toilets are so small, there is not enough space even for one person,” I told her.

Pratusha laughed; she had a musical note.

“Do you know people fuck there? Anyway, Ajay came directly from the office. Vijay can be stubborn sometimes; if he is not in the mood, he pushes the book away. My boobs are becoming heavy and will soon become hard like stones. I know you don’t want to squeeze milk in the toilet. But surely you can drink? Ajay is crazy, says it is quite delicious.” She said and looked at me pleadingly.

I found myself nodding.

She bolted the door and removed the top and bra. She approached me and pushed one tit into my mouth. Initially, I started sucking hesitantly as she squeezed her breast…. and my eyes closed in ecstasy, and I grabbed her tit and started sucking hungrily like a famished baby. Pratusha moaned and pressed my head more firmly to her bosom. I was in a different paradise. I grabbed her buttocks, started squeezing them, and sucked her tits alternately. I started licking, biting nipples, and was as horny as Rajesh.

After I emptied her tanks, it seemed natural that she disrobed herself and me. We kissed for a long time, and as we slid on the lower berth, she started kissing my whole body. I was moaning softly as Pratusha started to lick and suck my cunt expertly, pinching my nipples at the same time. The train was racing at great speed, tossing and throwing us, and it added to the incredible excitement and pleasure. Pratyusha’s tongue, ticking softly on my clit would suddenly bang, and her teeth would lightly bite on my mound.

Unintentionally, her nails would dig into my boobs, causing me to cry out in sweet pain. I poured and poured juices, which she lapped like a cat cleaning up a milk bowl.  When she was licking and fingering, she suddenly looked at me in shock, my juices dripping from her lips and cheeks.

“What is the matter?” I asked her.

“You are a virgin?” she asked unbelievingly. I gave an embarrassed laugh.

“Yes. So? Does it make my cunt juice less tasty?” I asked her.

She smiled, shook her head, and buried her head in cunt folds.

Then I returned the favour.

I remember a vague feeling of guilt arising, and I squashed it. Does this come under infidelity? I told myself it didn’t since I was not getting fucked by a cock.

I don’t know when we finally slept. I was the first to wake up the next morning. For a few seconds, I was dazed. I didn’t know where I was. I was sucking her tit, and my fingers were buried in her cunt. I tried to remove fingers, but she clamped her thighs tighter.

“Hmmmm. Darling, Sweta, let us sleep a little longer,” she murmured and hugged me tighter.

I shook her up and told her the time, and we hurried up, dressed, brushed, and combed our hair and made ourselves presentable.

“Lucky we didn’t bite each other on faces, bites on boobs and cunt are concealed,” she whispered in my language as we were alighting at the station. I glared at her.

The bank arranged two Innovas to take us to the Hotel. We were seated in the last seats. Employees of our bank from other branches occupied other seats.

“So why didn’t Rajesh fuck you?” she asked me loudly, in our language.

I was stunned and pinched her thigh hard and whispered under my breath, “Are you mad?”

“Don’t worry, no one can understand our language, I already checked,” she assured me. I looked around, and no one seemed shocked; they were talking to each other.

“We want to fuck only after our marriage. It is only 3 months away,” I told her in a low voice.

“Hmm, but you did oral? How is his cock?” she asked enthusiastically.

“What the hell? She is also my lover,” I thought, and told her what all we did.

They gave us a room in the Hotel. The next five days passed quite fast. We were like a horny couple on a honeymoon, waiting for and seizing every opportunity to kiss, suck, and lick. We didn’t even go to a dine-in restaurant but ordered room service. She seemed insatiable. I was also addicted to the taste of her milk and cunt juice.

Rajesh used to call, and we used to talk while she was licking my cunt or sucking my tits. I had to use all my willpower not to moan, scream, or pant as Pratusha drove me up the wall…. and she enjoyed my torture. From the second day, she would wait for Rajesh’s call and then would pounce on me. I begged her to complete all sucking and licking before he called. She refused, she said that I was the horniest and poured juice by buckets when talking to him.

Rajesh could make out that I was not one hundred percent with him and was distracted. He asked what the matter was. I just told that I was working on a seminar and not to mind my preoccupation. Then I would recall our exciting, fun-studded memories and would pour out into the hungry mouth of Pratusha. Then, of course, I could moan, grunt, scream, and explain to Rajesh that I was masturbating.

As I lay panting, he exclaimed, “ Wow, darling, that was fantastic. I kept pumping to keep up with you. Why are you so horny?”

I replied, “Muaaahh, dear, your cock shape and size are enough to make any cunt and mouth wet.”

Pratusha drove me crazy with all her new experiments, she would push tit into my cunt and squeeze milk or rub her wet cunt on my forehead and eyes or on my tits … all this while I was talking to Rajesh. She would spread honey on my cunt and lick, she would ask for salad from Room service, and dip pieces of carrot or cucumber in my cunt juice and would eat. I could lick her cunt, but was reluctant to eat like her. I was amazed and curious to know where she got those ideas from.

“Don’t you read stories in ISS? You get all kinky ideas,” she told me.

Before I realized it was Friday evening, Rajesh landed up. I reluctantly gave a hug and kiss to Pratusha and told her I would miss her, and shifted to his room.

The next morning, all my colleagues, including Pratusha, were leaving for Ooty. I told my Boss that Rajesh and I would come separately and would meet them on Monday morning at the hotel for the return journey.

At night, around 10 PM, the room phone rang. I was sucking Rajesh’s cock, I took it out and said “Hello”.

Rajesh moaned.

“Listen, Swati, can I come with you? I will not disturb you, promise,” Pratusha said.

“I don’t think it is a good idea. Rajesh won’t like it,” I replied.

“Please, darling. Convince him. I am the only lady among all those horny men. Normally, I don’t mind, but my milk Tits are bothering me. Where will I find the time and place to keep squeezing milk? They become hard like stones and will be painful, and if milk leaks out, it would be embarrassing. Daily, you drink your milk quota. I won’t bother you, “ she pleaded.

Reluctantly, I agreed.

“Thanks, darling. After you started sucking, I have become a Jersey cow, I don’t know how many liters my yield is, “she joked and put down the phone.

Rajesh grumbled but agreed, I knew he would, he is such a gallant, chivalrous man…………….

……………………….The next day, we went to Ooty, went for sightseeing, and it was fabulous. The air-conditioned climate and greenery were breathtakingly beautiful. Pratusha kept her word. She was following us at a distance. After I sucked her milk in the morning and in a restroom after several hours, she didn’t trouble me.

By the time we returned in the evening, we were dead tired. She collapsed on the sofa in her room, and as we turned to leave, she said,” Swati, Rajesh, thanks for the outing. Please give me company. I feel like having a peg or two, it is so cold”.

“I don’t drink. Rajesh drinks occasionally. I will have orange juice,” I said and sat on another sofa.

Rajesh looked daggers at me. He was very horny, as I kept pressing and rubbing my boob on his elbow the whole day, and was feeling his warm cock above his trousers.

“Ok, one small drink to give you company,” he said and sat beside me.

“Wonderful,” she said and spoke to Room service to send one bottle of Scotch whisky, orange juice, and snacks.

We looked at each other.

“Pratusha, why did you order a bottle? I will have only one peg,” Rajesh said.

“Don’t worry, I will take it home,” she told and went inside and changed into a tight top and figure-hugging leggings. Rajesh gaped at her tempting cleavage and looked away hurriedly.

The waiter knocked and entered. He arranged neatly bottle, glasses, and snacks neatly and left.

She bent forward and poured whisky into glasses. It was impossible not to look at her cleavage and milk-white boobs.

“Say when,” she asked Rajesh. He told her to stop after she poured about a large peg. Then she poured for herself a Patiala peg. She added soda and ice and said, “ Cheers. To your glorious, fabulous love and marriage.”

We said “Cheers” and sipped our drinks, and our jaws dropped as she lifted her glass, finished in one gulp, and poured a second Patiala peg.

I tried to stop her.”Pratusha, what are you doing? Go a little slow,” I pleaded.

“No worries. It has been ages since I tasted such good scotch,” she said as she was mixing soda and adding ice cubes.

“Ages? You told me a few days back that you and Ajay were stoned a few days back after getting sozzled in a sea of whisky,” I asked.

“Shoo..so..why can’t I drink wis..whisshhkky now?” she asked as she downed her second peg. Her words were slurring, and her eyes were not focusing.

Rajesh finished his drink fast, “Ok, good night, Pratusha, take care, lock your door after we go,” he said and got up. I also got up.

“Rajeshhh..dearrr.. angry? Come on, spend some more time, have one more...” she said, she was high.

“Thanks, but we have to go. Come, Sweta,” he said and turned to go. I followed him.

She got up unsteadily and extended a hand.” Ok, darrlllinnggss… gooood nighhhht,” she said and wobbled.

Rajesh moved quite fast, like lightning, and grabbed her as she was collapsing. His hand gripped one boob and another her waist, and as I helped him to prop her gently on the sofa, he hissed at me,” You and your good Samaritan deeds, see where it landed you? Now we have to babysit for this slut.”

She giggled in a singsong voice as drunkards do. “ Rajeshhhh, darrllinngg.. don’t shhhout at Shweeeta..sorry Swhaatii..she is a very goooood girl, not shlut…” she told in a slurry voice.

Rajesh ran his hand through his hair and looked at me.

“What shall we do? Can we leave her in this state? The whole hotel staff will fuck her inside out, and she will not even know,” he said, worried.

“Let us deposit her on her bed and quietly leave. She will sleep it off. If she gets fucked, it is their luck,” I said and passed my arm under her armpit and pulled her. Rajesh held her hand and pulled. Together, we half-carried, half-dragged her to her bed. If she did it purposely, I don’t know. She kept rubbing her tit on his biceps all the time.

We gently made her lie on the bed and covered her with a blanket, and as we turned to leave, she grabbed my hand.

“Shwaatii, pishhh…I need to pissh… urgent… please,” she pleaded.

I sighed and took off the bed cover and pulled her up. I ignored the glares of Rajesh. I can’t very well leave her to piss in bed and have hotel staff complain to my Boss. He pulled her from the other side, and we half-carried her to the bathroom.

“I can’t come in, you manage,” he said and left her at the bathroom door. She started to slide and grabbed at his cock, which was already full and erect from her warm boobs' massages. Again, he hurriedly grabbed her.

I acted as if I didn’t see as he gently released her grip on his cock.

“I can’t manage on my own. You come in and close your eyes if you want to. Anyway, what is the big deal? " You have seen me pissing many times,” I told him, and together we took her near the commode.

“You hold her from behind, I will pull her leggings. Don’t try to back out, I know your cock is poking her buttocks, it is OK,” I told him, since all of us speak the same language, I could not tell him secretly.

“Yesssshh, darrlllinngg,, poke me..fuck me…..” Pratusha mumbled.

I pulled her leggings to her ankles. “Now lift her,” I told him.

He could not lift her without squeezing her tits and poking his hard cock in her buttocks. I removed the leggings and pulled her pants. I thought I could make her pee with her pants pulled down to her knees. She was not sober and kept sliding, so I removed her panties also.

I made her sit on the loo and asked her to piss. She was not lying. She let out a golden jet with so much force, like a tap, and kept pouring and pouring.

“Finished?” I asked after piss tricked and came down to drops. I looked up and was shocked to see Pratusha pull down Rajesh’s shorts and suck his cock. My cunt immediately opened the tap.

“It is not my fault. She suddenly pulled my shorts down,” he started explaining in a panic.

“No harm done, dear. Don’t worry,” I soothed him and washed her cunt and my hands and tried to release her grip on Rajesh’s cock. She shook her head and was sucking vigorously.

I reasoned with her as if she were a small child, “ Pratusha, good girl,  leave his cock. You can suck in the bedroom. Why here in the bathroom?” She finally left his cock, he hurriedly pushed it into his shorts. We again put her in bed, and she caught Rajesh’s hands and pulled with such force that he fell on her, and his mouth landed on her nipple. I think she undid her top buttons purposely; her breast with nipple was in his mouth. Because he landed with force, his lips forced her teat to eject milk.

My question was answered, Rajesh was, after all, a man, a horny man, and he was not Superman to withstand the seduction of a temptress. I was not angry. She seduced me even faster.

He grabbed her tit in both hands and started sucking. She was moaning and pressed his head even more firmly to her breast.  To Rajesh’s credit, after a few minutes, he came to his senses and hurriedly got up  and started blabbering,” Swati, I am so sorry, it is not my fault, this slut tempted me.”

Swati sat up, threw off her top, was naked, fell back, and opened her legs wide to show a pink, wet, and juicy cunt.

“Yesshh, thishh shlut wants you to fuck her. My husband... You know when he fucked me last? After Vijay is born…not onshh ..once…Pleashhhh.. fuckkkk meeee” she parted her cunt lips with fingers wider.

Now this was beyond my control.  I pulled off my clothes and took off his shorts.

“What are you doing?” Rajesh asked, bewildered.

“Let that bitch suck you, you fuck her like you do fuck me, in mouth,  tits, ass cheeks … I will lick her.” I was panting as I pulled off his T-shirt, also settled between her legs and started lapping up her juices, making slurping sounds.

“Hmm.. sooo.. good…” Pratusha moaned and started licking the shaft of Rajesh’s cock. Then she started sucking and playing with his balls, driving him crazy.

“Darling, this slut friend of yours is super, you know she is giving a great blow job…hmmmmmm” he started fucking her mouth. Now my cunt was pouring so much and was crying for attention.

I told him to fuck her in her ass cheeks, and I turned her on her stomach, and we changed places. I lay on my back and spread my cunt lips and pushed it on her mouth. She grabbed my buttocks and pulled and clamped her mouth on my cunt and started tickling my clit and drove me to a frenzy.

Rajesh was panting as he started fucking her in the buttocks.

“Hmmmm, Pratusha, my whore, dig deeper with your tongue….you slut…if you leave one drop I will ask Rajesh to rip your ass open…” I was shouting… I knew she wanted to get fucked in Ass but was afraid.

I clenched my thighs and buttocks and let go a full stream of juice into her mouth.

Meanwhile, Rajesh started rubbing dickhead on her cunt lips and moaning,” My god, this bitch’s cunt is so wet and spongy… Swati.. I can’t stop… I may fuck her… hmmm.” he was crying out in ecstasy as he rubbed thick cock on her cunt lips and cunt entrance.

Pratusha, in a split second, did what we never would have believed possible. She left my cunt, flipped on her back, spread her legs, locked them behind Rajesh’s back, and pulled him towards her. His cock went into her cunt, and it was embedded full until their crotches banged.

We were both shocked, speechless.

“There goes treasured virginity” was the first thought that flashed in both our minds.

I was the first to recover. Pratusha was still quite high and didn’t realize what she was doing, at least that was what she told later.

“What is done is done, it can’t be undone, fuck her,” I told him as I settled on her face and started kissing him.

His eyes were moist with love. I knew he loved me deeply, even as he was fucking her. He was sucking my tits, and I tasted her juices in his mouth, and I was quite excited. I grabbed his face and licked all traces of her juices from his mouth.

‘Darling, I am sorry I couldn’t resist…. “he was apologizing.

He was giving powerful thrusts, shaking Pratusha, the bed, and me. Each thrust was like a hammer blow to my heart. I couldn’t help feeling sad; those thrusts were meant for my cunt. My sadness must have seeped into my cunt juices, for suddenly Pratusha pushed my buttocks.

“Oh, my God, what am I doing? Rajesh, take out your cock from my cunt and fuck her. I am so sorry, dear, I was so drunk, my cunt overtook my mind,” she said and got up. Still, her eyes were not focusing, but she was steady.

Rajesh’s cock was glistening with her dripping juice.

‘Swati, dear, lick my juice and let it not become soft. I will bring drinks for us. You also have one stiff peg, then your hymen tearing may not be so painful,” she said and walked into the hall.

I settled down to lick his cock.

“Darling, do you really want me to fuck you?” he asked.

I nodded without speaking. Pratyusha brought drinks. This time, she sipped.

I gulped like I do a soft drink. It felt like fire was burning my throat. I coughed and spluttered.

“Take it easy. Sip slowly,” they both advised.

As I sipped, Pratusha licked my cunt and made it wet. After I finished a peg, I was pleasantly relaxed. She made me lie down and spread my legs, applied Vaseline to his cock, parted my cunt lips, and slowly inserted his cock.

Then she came and lay next to me, kissed me, and said” Now he will push cock, it will pain but try to bear it, after it tears, you are a woman, eligible to enjoy fucking. Keep sucking my tit and ignore the pain.”, She pushed her milky tit in my mouth and signaled to Rajesh to fuck.

She warned Rajesh not to talk; she knew he loved me too much to cause pain.

My Hymen was resisting, and he was trying to push to tear it. It was paining like hell, and I screamed at him to take me out. When he was about to withdraw, Pratusha pulled the tit from my mouth, went behind him, and pushed him hard. In a flash, Rajesh’s enormous cock tore my Hymen and barged in.

I screamed, but she told him to fuck slowly and sat on my face. As I was licking her cunt, slowly, the pain was subsiding, and a thrill and pleasurable excitement was spreading through my cunt. He fucked slowly at first and increased pace by degrees, and I think Pratusha’s milky boobs made him cum finally. I didn’t bleed as much as I thought I would.

Now, in the next round, I myself pushed his cock into her cunt and enjoyed watching him fuck her. I was happy, he first released cum in a cunt that was meant to receive. Mine. So we lost our virginity together.

We didn’t go for any sightseeing. He relentlessly fucked both of us.

Pratusha was jealous, “My God, Swati, you are so lucky to have such a great fucker as a husband. Wish my hubby were like him”.

On Sunday night, during our last fucking session, she said she wanted to get fucked in Ass.

“I don’t think it is a good idea. We have a journey. If you get injured or an asshole gets torn, we will be in a soup.” We tried to dissuade her. She was stubborn.

So I liberally applied oil on his cunt and in her ass and went and gave my cunt to lick.

She had a couple of drinks before, so she was relaxed and didn’t experience as much pain as I thought. He fucked her like a man possessed. When he finally unloaded in her asshole and removed cock, my jaw fell open as I saw the huge red hole slowly closing like a fish's mouth. When she went to the bathroom to wash up, I asked him how it was.

“Amazing. It is so tight and so fabulous,” he was gushing. I could make out by the way his face was glowing like a thousand-watt bulb.

“OK, but don’t expect me to give my ass…at least not until we are married, “ I said.

“Never, dear, I won’t dream of hurting you,” Rajesh said.

“He is already dreaming fucking your ass, and I think you should allow him to do it; it feels great.  I think I have got to get addicted to anal,” Pratusha said as she emerged from the bathroom……………………

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