Priya’s Journey Into Erotic Wonderland – PART I

I flushed the toilet, opened the bathroom door, and froze in shock. My mother-in-law was sitting near the computer. She was reading my chat with my ISS writer friend. I cursed my stupidity and overconfidence. I thought no one would come in during the few minutes of my visit to the bathroom.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law are early sleepers, and they never come to our first-floor bedroom. My husband Satish and my father-in-law were on tour and would return after a week. That was another reason for my carelessness. I shook myself from the stupor, rushed, and switched off the computer. But the damage was already done.

The wheels in my brain’s computer were whirring at a frantic speed. What was I discussing with my ISS writer friend before I left for the toilet? I had discussed in detail my fucking experiences with my boyfriend, villagers… but that was yesterday. Today, I was telling him about how useless my husband was and how he was fucking me once or twice a month, and that too without any passion.

Swati, my mom-in-law, was looking at me speculatively.

“Who is he?” she asked me.

“He writes stories in ISS. He is just a friend. ISS is…” I started explaining nervously. Swati cut me short.

“I know ISS. I read many stories; I think I read a few of his stories. Be careful. Within a few minutes of chatting, they pester you for a mobile number and boast how big their cock is and how hard they will fuck you,” she told me. I stared at her. It was strange listening to her talk like that.

“He is not like that, at least not so far. He told me about his experiences and asked about mine,” I told her hesitantly. I waited with bated breath. Now I would know if she had read about the details of my fucking with Rahul and others.

“Is it true what you told him? Satish fucks you only once a month?” she asked me. I heaved a sigh of relief. She had not read the previous conversations.

“If I am lucky. You never suspected that something was wrong with your son?” I asked her boldly.

Swati shook her head sadly. “No. Boys may fuck everything that moves or does not move behind their mother’s back, but when the mother watches, they are sweet, innocent, and decent. I suspected your sex life was not great, but it never occurred to me that it could be nonexistent.”

We were silent for a while. She got up and left without a word.

She returned after a few minutes. My jaw dropped. She was totally naked and was carrying two vibrators in her hands. Her beautiful, melon-sized tits with large areolae and long nipples were undulating provocatively. Though she was quite broad, she had a flat, firm stomach and a deep navel. Her broad hips and thunder thighs were in correct proportion to her structure. Her cunt was clean-shaven, and her pubic mound was prominent, like a puffed-up poori.

She laughed at my disbelief and hugged me.

“But… but…” I was stuttering as she sealed my lips with hers, threw the vibrators on the bed, and tried to lift my nightie. I feebly protested but found myself grabbing and squeezing her boobs. I struggled out of my nightie, and within seconds, we were kissing and groping frantically. Swati broke the kiss, and before I realized what she was doing, she threw me on the bed, buried her head in my cunt, and started slurping juices.

I moaned and squirmed into the 69 position and started licking her juicy cunt. After both of us peaked, we lay side by side, kissed, transferred our juices, and smiled.

“OK. Now, which dildo do you want? My cunt is loose after two deliveries, so I can take the big pink one. I will fuck your cunt with the smaller purple one,” Swati told me as she parted my cunt lips and pushed the purple vibrator.

I almost laughed. Both villagers’ cocks that ravaged my cunt and ass were almost the same size as her pink dildo. I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed it as Swati moved the vibrator expertly while tickling my clit. I arched my back and gushed juices after a while, which she faithfully licked. I also returned the favour.

We were both exhausted and exhilarated after our session. Swati drifted into sleep, sucking my tit with her middle finger buried in my cunt. I could not sleep. My thoughts drifted back as I kept rubbing Swati’s back gently…

…………………………..

I slapped Rahul’s wrist angrily as he tried to nudge his elbow into my tit. After a few minutes, when he tried again, I hissed angrily under my breath that I would complain to the principal if he didn’t behave. He sullenly moved away. We didn’t talk to each other for two days.

Shabnam observed this and asked me what the matter was. I looked around and whispered to her what he had done. She burst out laughing.

“What is the big deal? Prakash has been squeezing my tits and fingering my cunt for the last so many months,” she whispered back.

I was shocked. “You didn’t complain to the teacher? She would have punished him,” I asked, amazed.

“Why should I? I like it. We do it all the time. I keep playing with his cock, and he with my boobs and cunt. You know, I stopped wearing panties, except during periods,” she told me proudly.

“Did you… Did you… suck… you know…?” I asked her.

“Cock? Yes, many times. He also licked my cunt. We go to the terrace, lock the door for a few minutes,” Shabnam confided.

“Did you… Do it?” I asked her.

“No, we didn’t fuck. We could have, but I wanted to fuck on a bed leisurely, not in a hurry in a toilet and in a panic,” she told me coolly.

“But where will you get a bed and chance?” I wondered.

“Listen, next week we are going on an excursion. Seniors told me that in the evening, they put us in a hotel for the night. Three girls per room. Sneha and Atul also plan to fuck. So, if you can rope in Rahul, we three girls can stay in a room, and the boys can come in the night and fuck us,” Shabnam told me excitedly.

I, too, was excited but scared.

“Do you mean all three couples do it in the same room? No way. I can’t do it,” I told her firmly.

Shabnam shrugged. “OK. I have to see if any other couple is interested,” she sighed and was about to get up. I held her by the hand.

“Tell me. How come I didn’t notice you and Prakash petting?” I asked curiously.

“Because you don’t have eyes in the back of your head. We sit in a row behind you. See the structure of the tables. If you bend forward and he squeezes your tits, no one can see; similarly, a hand in the cunt,” she told me.

The rest of the day, not one word of any lecture registered in my brain. I kept thinking about Shabnam’s proposal even during the night. The next day, I put on my school uniform. I didn’t wear a panty or a bra and pranced in my room. My tits were very firm and rigid, and my nipples very small, so unless I jumped, they wouldn’t jiggle. So, if I walked carefully, no one would know that I was not wearing a bra.

Rahul was surprised when I smiled and shook his hand. He was thrilled.

“Thanks, Priya. I will never do it again,” he whispered.

I moved closer to him until our thighs were rubbing.

“I want you to do more,” I whispered back and placed my hand on his crotch. His cock gave a jump. I gently started massaging and squeezing it above his pants. It quickly became very hard. I was taking down notes with my right hand and fondling his cock with my left hand. Shabnam was right. When I bent forward, Rahul’s hand cupping and squeezing my tit was not visible. Electric shocks passed through my body as he started kneading and squeezing my boob.

Our Maths teacher was always engrossed in the blackboard. She would not turn back until she completed the sum, which would take quite some time. Rahul was emboldened to run his hand on my thigh, and as his fingers brushed my cunt, he couldn’t suppress his gasp. He didn’t expect to feel the cunt directly.

He coughed to cover up and traced my crack with his fingers as I spread my legs wide. Later, we found a deserted nook and kissed passionately.

That evening, I went to his house for combined studies. While his mom was busy in the kitchen, we did heavy petting. For a few minutes, we would lock ourselves in the bathroom, and I would give my tits for him to suck, and on the next trip, I would suck his cock, or he would lick my cunt. We became experts at judging how much time we had by watching what his mom was doing. If she was washing clothes, we had a minimum of seven minutes, and we knew the time we had by the items she was cooking.

After two days, I told Shabnam that I was ready for fucking, but the suggestion should come from Rahul. She was thrilled beyond words. She told her boyfriend Prakash to nudge Rahul. Initially, Rahul was scared of my reaction. I acted suitably outraged by his suggestion of fucking in the same room with others but reluctantly gave in to his pleadings. I firmly told him that I would kill him and the others if anyone else tried to touch even my hair. He happily agreed.

On that evening in the hotel, we waited anxiously. The boys waited until the coast was clear and tapped on our door. Sneha opened the door, and they quickly came in and closed it. We were all very embarrassed and were like actors who came on stage without any rehearsals or preparation. Sneha’s boyfriend Atul took the initiative and quickly stripped, became naked, and disrobed Sneha, who was meekly protesting.

Within minutes, all of us got naked, looking at each other stealthily. The bed was quite big, so we lay down and started kissing and fondling. Quite soon, we were immersed so deeply that we forgot about the others. Rahul was the first to push his dick into my cunt. We had, of course, bought condoms. Shabnam brought some jelly, which I applied to his cock.

The others stopped what they were doing and looked anxiously, nervously. I was also scared. How thick would my hymen be? Would it tear easily? Rahul adjusted the plastic sheet and cloth beneath my buttocks and slowly pushed. I bit my lip and clutched his shoulders. I could feel the resistance and pain. Rahul was about to take out when I gave a jerk, and it tore. There was relief on everyone’s face as Rahul slowly started fucking me. I didn’t bleed as much as I feared.

Prakash and Shabnam also didn’t have much problem, but Sneha’s hymen seemed to be quite thick; it refused to budge. Poor Sneha. She couldn’t scream either, but finally it tore after considerable effort.

Rahul fucked me three times that night. I was highly aroused by the lusty looks of the other boys. Without doubt, I was the most beautiful, sexiest of all. I think Sneha and Shabnam were also fucked three times.

That was the beginning of my journey. Rahul kept fucking me right into our college days. I slowly realized that I had an unquenchable thirst. Even after Rahul fucked me, I was still yearning for more. I was not fully satisfied. Rahul, poor chap, tried his best by licking, sucking… but I still needed something more.

When that something more happened, it was totally unexpected…

In the final year in college, all friends planned a vacation to Goa. One day before departure, Dad had some urgent documents to be handed over to his manager in Mumbai (Dad is a big industrialist). He asked me to go to Mumbai, hand over the documents, and then go to Goa. I said OK since Rahul was accompanying me.

From Mumbai, all buses were full; we could not get seats in any. We decided to go in a state transport bus and squeezed ourselves in. The conductor assured us that after a few hours, we would get a place to sit.

Rahul and I were standing near the front entrance, crammed on all sides by sweaty bodies. After an hour’s journey, the driver switched off the lights, plunging the bus into darkness. I felt someone ram a hardened cock into my buttock. I tried to move forward, but there was no place. He started rubbing his cock on my buttock.

I tried to turn back and give an angry rebuke when some sharp thing jabbed me in the back.

“Don’t make a scene. After a few minutes, we will be getting down. You and your boyfriend also get down and tell the conductor some story or other. No hanky-panky. It will take me a second to plunge the knife into you,” he whispered viciously in my ear.

I was paralyzed with shock and fear. I glanced sideways at Rahul. Even in the dim light, I could see fear and panic on his face.

“What will we do?” I asked him under my breath.

“Nothing. Follow their instructions,” he said, tight-lipped.

My heart was thudding as the bus slowed down after a few minutes and we got down. I told the conductor that our car was coming to pick us up.

As the bus drew away, we were enveloped in total darkness and silence. Only the sounds of insects in the trees were the indication that we were on planet Earth.

One of our captors took a small flashlight, and we walked along a dirt path for a hundred yards. Then, behind some huge tree, a house loomed. He unlocked the door and put on the switch.

The light flooded the hall of a newly constructed house. Flooring, plumbing, and electricity were complete. Woodwork and carpentry were in progress. There were carpenters’ instruments and sawdust everywhere.

They led us into a bedroom. It was complete in all respects, with a double bed, fan, and painting. I looked at them for the first time. They were ordinary, illiterate villagers—unwashed, unkempt, with grizzly beards and a strong odour of sweat. They were lean and strong, with not an ounce of fat on them.

“What do you want from us? We have a couple of thousand rupees. Take them and leave us,” Rahul told them.

They said nothing. They made Rahul sit on a chair and tied him up.

“We don’t want money. We didn’t fuck for quite some time. We want to fuck this memsaheb tonight, and tomorrow you will be free to go,” the short one said.

We looked at each other.

“I am sorry to disappoint you. Actually, I am having periods now,” I blurted out. It was true as well.

Their faces lit up. “Great. I never could fuck a lady during periods. My wife would never allow it,” the taller one gushed. My shoulders slumped. Though I didn’t express it, I was getting aroused and tingling all over.

The short one opened his metal trunk and took out a coarse green cotton sari and blouse.

“What is your boob size?” he asked me.

“36D,” I told him.

“My wife is 38. It might be loose but will fit. Take off your clothes and put these on,” he ordered me.

“Can I use the other room?” I asked, and they burst out laughing. Even Rahul could not suppress a smile.

“Memsaheb, within a short time you will be fucked with nothing on, so why act coy? We want you to dress up like our womenfolk so that we don’t get bogged down by any complex,” the tall one said.

My heart was beating fast as I removed my T-shirt and bra. I faced the wall as I removed my jeans as well. Now, to get the sari and blouse, I had to turn back. As I turned, their eyes feasted on my beautiful, perky boobs, flat stomach, deep navel, and pubic mound hidden by pads and panty. I put on the sari and blouse and asked them defiantly,

“Now what?”

“Now, we fuck you.” The tall one advanced towards me. I stopped him.

“Not so fast. I am unable to bear the stench. First, both of you have a good shower and shave. Then we will see.”

They looked at each other and shrugged.

I took shaving cream, razors, soap, and shampoo from Rahul’s bag and led them into the bathroom. Then I had the most exotic and erotic experience of giving those animals a shave, shower, shampoo, and shag.

Now, I don’t recollect at which moment I became naked, but we bathed together. I sucked their cocks after the bath, and they cleaned my cunt. By the time we emerged from the bathroom, we were laughing and giggling like kids.

Then, as Rahul watched spellbound, they fucked me royally. Villagers have no patience or delicate approach. They handled me very roughly; their hands and bodies were very hard due to sheer physical labour. They squeezed my tits and buttocks with such force that my squeals of pain surprised them. They thought they were handling me gently. I showed them the red, angry welts where their rough fingers had left marks.

They were apologetic but forgot within the next few minutes. They bit me, pinched me, and then took turns fucking the daylights out of me. They fucked relentlessly and filled my cunt. When we washed and returned, I found myself sucking their cocks to make them ready for the second round.

As I was riding the tall one and sucking the short one’s cock, he asked me, “Memsaheb, have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

I said no but wouldn’t mind trying.

He got up, brought coconut oil, and applied it liberally on his cock and in my anus. The tall one removed his cock from my cunt, and as I bent, the short one slowly pushed his cock in. The pain was unbearable, but I bit my lip and asked him to push slowly, as I wanted to climb this mountain also.

Slowly, the pain eased, and I started enjoying it. They took turns and fucked my ass twice.

Finally, just before daybreak, I managed to get fucked both in my cunt and ass at the same time. Once they saw I was enjoying and cooperating, they untied Rahul, who kept watching my frolics, open-jawed.

I was completely satiated and happy. In the morning, they dressed up and told us that we were free to go. They thanked me profusely. We left the house and walked back to the bus stop silently.

Rahul was morose. He didn’t much like the idea that I enjoyed their fucking. But he was happy that I was satisfied.

“Rahul, can we take these two to Goa with us? All three of you can fuck me for one week,” I asked him hesitantly.

He stared at me wide-eyed for a second, then rushed back to the house and struck a deal with them. They were reluctant since their carpentry work would get backlogged, but Rahul offered them money they could not refuse.

So we went to Goa, stayed for a week, and I got fucked so many times in all holes that I lost count. I became an expert in engaging three cocks at the same time.

When we left Goa, I took their mobile numbers without Rahul’s knowledge. I loved Rahul, and he loved me deeply. He understood and accepted that I had a very high sex drive and that he alone would never satisfy me. He also accepted that I would have many lovers who would fuck me, but that I would only love him. We could segregate love and sex.

END OF PART I