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The Crazy Erotic Weekend


The last Saturday of this June was the most amazing and wicked weekend getaway I have ever experienced in my life. I was in a dilemma for most of the time should I write about this or not. But then I thought what the heck.

A group getaway was long due for all of us. When I say us what I mean is a group of five couples namely: Anjila Siddique and Nimish Jain, Vaishali Kapur (Me) and Shoeib Alam, Pratibha Saxena and Sumit Bharadwaj, Pritha Ghoshal and Hemant Shah, Sneha Tandon and Vikram Shetty.

We had hired two cars and made an overnight drive to reach our destination. The name of the place is not important. Anyway, all through Saturday we fooled around together, went for sight seeing, teased each other, played some outdoor games, clicked some breathtaking photographs and just before returning to the hotel all the couples gave each other space as we went our separate ways to spend time with our hooked ones.

At night we were back for dinner in the small but stylish restaurant of the hotel. Most importantly the food was nice and they were able to arrange for the drinks we had asked them to before hand.

Since Pritha and Hemant’s room was comparatively bigger so post-dinner all of us assembled in their room in order to check out the sweet-sexy-crazy photographs we shot all through the night and day.

We carried over our boozing ordeal from the restaurant to the room with the guys drinking Whiskey while the girls sipped Vodka. All of us were in our night dress with the girls wearing shorts of different colors and lengths along with tees and tank tops while the guys were in shorts and gym-vests.

Once we were done perusing the photographs we thought of playing Truth and Dare. We gave each other all kinds of mischievous and funny acts on Dare and asked some seriously dirty questions during the Truth part. But an hour and half later all of it became a big bad bore. People had started yawning. It was then Nimish said, “The world is going to end next year. December 2012.”

“Bullshit!” Shoeib retorted.

“That’s what they are saying.”

“Who are they?” I asked, piqued.

“The calendars of Maya civilization.”

“Do you believe in such stuff?” Anjila asked Nimish.

Anjila and Nimish were hooked since three years now. Anjila clearly had the biggest assets among the girls in our group which made her act snobbish at times while Nimish was more of a guy next door. I didn’t quite like Anjila much. May be because she had a ‘fuller’ figure than me or what I don’t know. The dislike was of course not to an extent that was beyond my tolerance.

“I don’t know.” Nimish said.

“Like always. You are never sure of anything you say.” Anjila finished her drink. She had contempt in her voice which by now we knew was a routine whenever she talked to Nimish. Especially in our presence. She never let go of a chance to boss or some times even patronize him.

 

“But I believe in it.” Hemant said.

At 37, he was the oldest of all the guys and gals present by a decade. He was married and yet in a relationship with Pritha who was of our age. He always told her he would eventually divorce his wife and marry her but then he had been saying so from the last two years. Anyway, as friends we did alert Pritha about him but in the end we all quietly resigned since it really was ‘her’ life.

“Really?” I asked again. Smirnoff was making my head spin slightly. Still, I was in control. Or so I thought.

“Yes. So its better to enjoy as much as one can before it all ends.” Hemant shot a lecherous smile at Pritha who avoided eye contact.

“Doomsday or no doomsday I enjoy anyway.” It was Shoeib again.

My lover. I have already told you about him and me in my first story in this portal. We were still going steady. Or should I say we were fucking steady.

“The thought is scary none the less.” Sneha raised her voice.

She was the ‘good girl’ of our group or so she behaved and made us believe. She had a flawless fair skin and innocent facial features.

“Everything is scary for you. From doomsday to getting laid before marriage.” Sneha’s boy friend Vikram taunted. The sharpness in his voice told us someone was speaking from experience.

“That’s my choice.” Sneha suddenly sounded serious.

“Yeah, I know.” Vikram made a face.

“Someone sounds frustrated.” I joked. People laughed except Sneha.

Honestly, Vikram was a stud and I had a crush on him which only Shoeib and Pratibha knew about. He was tall, dark and muscular.

“Come on sweetheart its okay.” Pratibha comforted Sneha.

Pratibha was the super bitch of our group. A highly manipulative girl. I had an on and off relation with her. That night it was off. I must agree she had this killer model kind of a figure. But that’s about the good things about her. Some guys say that’s enough. Well, that’s debatable. She was dating her college boy friend Sumit who I felt wasn’t quite made for her. I can’t explain why. You look at some couple and know they aren’t made for the other. Again, none of my business.

There was silence. The first silence of the night. The only silence of the trip. I broke it by saying, “What about a bucket list or a bucket wish?” And looked at everyone’s face. “What if we tell each other that one thing that we want to do before this doomsday happens.” The faces only read boredom.

“What about a sexual bucket wish?” Shoeib asked. This time the faces had interest in them. Somewhere I felt proud to be associated with Shoeib. It was ingenious things like a ‘sexual bucket wish’ that had kept me hooked to him even though I knew how bitchy it was of me to do so.

 

“What is that?” Sneha queried. Nobody was surprised. I sometimes felt Sneha asked things like this intentionally just to prove to everyone how innocent she is.

“That one sexual act that we would like to do if the doomsday is a surety.” Shoeib clarified it for her.

“I am in.” The three words echoed nine times and then I exclaimed, “So let’s begin.”

“First you.” Shoeib said immediately.

“Okay!”

As I started pondering over what that one act would be I saw everyone staring at my face eagerly awaiting an answer. As if suddenly all their sleep had been taken care of by a rush of blood at the right place.

“Hmm, okay.” I said, “Since you all know about how I made my boy friend and (now fiancee) Aashish watch me make love to Shoeib over Skype I think I shall go ahead this time and would like to make my entire family watch Shoeib and me fuck properly. I want them to know how dirty their girl is and they better accept Shoeib.”

A pause later there was a loud applause as if I had achieved something. Shoeib came over and kissed me once on my cheek. There were harder claps and some whistles too.

“You are next.” I told Shoeib.

As he took his place he said, “Mine is simple. I want to fuck the brains out of three Bollywood Actresses in one night. They would be Rani Mukherjee, Minisha Lamba and Kareena Kapoor. Man, I want to cum on Rani’s face, pee on Minisha’s butt hole and impregnate Kareena before her boy friend does.”

We all laughed out loud. Fantasizing about Bollywood actresses was such a common thing for guys in India. Shoeib’s desperation only restated it.

 

Next, every one turned towards Anjila since she was sitting next to Shoeib. It would go about in a circle was the unstated understanding.

Anjila cleared her throat as if she had already thought of what to say.

“I’ll like to go naked on street and then whatever happens, happens.” She smiled naughtily.

“There will be a traffic jam for sure.” Nimish commented trying to be funny.

“Or some traffic fuck.” Pratibha’s comment somehow caught Nimish off guard as if he had almost imagined Anjila being involved in a traffic fuck session. He didn’t laugh or even smile.

Next was Nimish himself. “I would fuck one of my aunts. She is like 32 or something. I have had a crush on her ever since my uncle married her three years back.” Anjila gave him a surprised stare as if she never knew about it and we cheered his declaration.

The whole process of announcing the ‘sexual bucket wish’ was slowly taking dirtier turn but the good thing was we all were sporty enough for it. I winked at Shoeib since I was enjoying it a lot as were others. Thanks to him.

“I can’t answer it.” We all booed Sneha.

“No, I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Vikram sounded vengeful.

“C’mon Sneha. No one’s serious here.” Anjila butted in.

“Alright. Alright. I don’t know. Perhaps a…gang bang.” She said aloud. There was a stunned silence. This was the last thing we thought we would hear from her. Vikram looked like he had seen a ghost. Nobody said a word while Sneha was too embarrassed to speak further. It was Vikram’s chance now.

“I would go by what Shoeib said. Even I want to fuck Bollywood actresses. Priyanka Chopra and Priety Zinta. Its like I want to fuck Priyanka and cum on Priety’s face and then fuck Priety and cum inside Priyanka’s pussy.” Nobody cared much. Only one or two clap were heard.

“I would like to do a friend of my younger brother.” It was Pratibha. “He is like 19 and super cute and the thought of being naked in front of a teenager gives me the kick.” I felt pity for Sumit for the kind of silent reaction he gave.

“I would like to fuck my maid once. She is hot.” I don’t know about others but I definitely booed Sumit. But then it was his choice.

“Don’t stick it inside me after you do her.” It was Pratibha’s sense of humor. Everyone laughed, I ignored her.

Finally it was only Pritha and Hemant left.

“I want to do it in the open once. Doesn’t matter with whom.” It was as simple as she was. I liked Pritha a lot. God bless her.

At last we the kids turned to the uncle in our group. Hemant Shah. Though nobody said it in Pritha’s presence but no one actually liked him. Not because he was bad or ill mannered but he simply was a misfit among us.

“I want to do a girl who is present in this room. I won’t give out her name though.” He laughed while the guys gave him a cold stare. Somehow Pritha found it very funny may be because she thought he was talking about her. If so, then why wouldn’t he take the name? He must have been fantasizing about his girl friend’s friends. That’s us!

Anyway, the game was over. People had started to stretch and yawn once again getting ready to leave. But I was very much agile. For some reason Hemant’s wish kept ricocheting in my mind till it took the garb of a solid thought. What if we have a dirty weekend here. Not with our partner but with each other’s.

I instantly SMSed my thought to Shoeib. I am not sure but I think Shoeib and I are the most sexually open couple in the lot. But what I didn’t expect was Shoeib would come out with my thought so shamelessly among all. He simply said it aloud a minute after I SMSed him.

“Attention please. Let me read the SMS that Vaishali sent me just now.” Before I could reach him, the thought was out.

“What rubbish!” Only Nimish spoke. The rest were all quiet. Not a single word. As if we all had mentally decided if we were with it or against but wanted not to lead but follow only if one does. Who would that leader be.

“I am ready.” Shoeib said. I wanted to say ‘me too’ but didn’t. There was no response from the rest either. People were avoiding eye contacts as well.

“Can’t we do a secret ballot?” For the first time I mentally thanked Pratibha for her suggestion. Sumit was too spineless to counter what his girl friend stated. Perhaps his girl friend was interested in fucking someone else was a humongous fact in itself which quietened him down.

Now people started looking at each other but from the corner of their eyes. Nobody was sure if their actions were going to be judged by their partner but inside they knew the door to their darkest fantasy had been knocked. Now all there was left to decide was to answer it or not.

“Anyone has a problem with what Pratibha said?”

Again nobody said anything. Guess, it was better this way. Blame it on the alcohol. No, blame it on the night.

Shoeib quickly rang the hotel staff and asked for a sheet of blank paper. Hemant had a pen. As the paper was provided Shoeib divided it into ten equal parts and gave it to each one of us.

“I don’t think its right.” Nimish sounded grim.

“Then write a no on your slip. simple!” Shoeib suggested and turned his attention to all, “All we have to do is write yes or no. The majority wins. Nobody can challenge the majority. Agreed?”

The silence was interpreted as positive by Shoeib. We all sat down with our piece of paper, wrote our decision and folded it before giving it back to Shoeib.

I had written a yes. I was deliberately not trying to think much. A numb mind is needed to green light such things. I think the same was true for the others too.

One by one Shoeib started reading aloud the one word decisions.

Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes-no-yes-yes-yes-no.

So there it was 8 yes-es and 2 no-s.

“C’mon you devils. Cheer up now. Am I the only man here?” Shoeib tried to charge up the quietness.

“How do we do it?” Hemant asked. I so wanted to know whom did he want to fuck among us girls as per his bucket wish.

Shoeib looked at me for a clue. I suddenly found my mind racing for a solution.

“What about the pairing of mobile phones?” I blurted out and I don’t know why I said so. All I knew was each one of us had a different model.

“Superb!” Shoeib said excitedly.

He immediately called the hotel staff for a plastic packet. It was promptly provided. Shoeib was the first one to drop his mobile phone into the opaque plastic packet. So did all the other guys; one at a time. The thing was: the guys would drop their mobile phones in the packet, the girls would pick up blind.

As Shoeib tried to shuffle the mobile phones by shaking the packet he said, “Once a girl holds a phone, she has to pick it up even if she realizes whom it belongs to by her touch.” Again a silent approval. What was with these guys? They all wanted to be a part of a dirty act but they didn’t want to talk about it. Mankind, thy name is Hypocrisy!

Anyway, the fact that the girl had to choose the mobile phone turned me on instantly. The girl will choose which guy will fuck her tonight. Will she pray to get her boy friend or pray hard to get someone else. Someone specific?

My prayers were already done.

“Vaishali, baby you first please.”

I followed Shoeib’s request and put my hand inside and in a flash took out a mobile phone. It was Sumit’s. I saw a hint of a mocking smile on Pratibha’s face. As if she was happy I was going to sleep with her boy friend.

Next, was Pritha. Then Sneha. Followed by Pratibha. Lastly, Anjila.

So, we finally knew with whom we were going to sleep with for the night. It was not the kind of weekend we had in mind. Perhaps it was better. Spicy it definitely was. There happened an umpteenth silence of the night. After which people got up and emptied the room following their partners.

The final list of the fuck-couples were:

Anjila and Hemant.

Pratibha and Vikram.

Shoeib and Sneha.

Pritha and Nimish.

Vaishali and Sumit.

 

One thing was sure: it was going to be a lusty night for the ones who had said yes but the two morons who said no…well, they would have to suit themselves.

Only Anjila stayed back in the room with Hemant; her twelve year older fuck partner for the night. As I left the room following Sumit I wondered if Anjila would be bossy on bed with Hemant as she is otherwise with Nimish.

I got to know only after the night was over as the girls confided in me what all happened in the respective rooms.

Nimish was the last one to leave the room. He didn’t know what to tell Anjila; his girl friend. This wasn’t an airport or a railway station where he would hug her and say some sentimental parting lines. He wasn’t sure if she really wanted to go through this either. May be she was the one who said no in the vote. But looking at her it didn’t seem so. She wasn’t making any attempt to reach him either. In fact she remained still. He glanced at her once hoping she would glance too. She didn’t. He finally went away.

Hemant was instantly on his feet as if he was waiting for the moment when the room would be empty except for the two; Anjila and him. He locked the door from inside and turned towards her. She looked at him. He smiled. She reciprocated nervously.

“Are you and Nimish a happy couple?” He was standing by the door.

“Why?”

“Just like that.”

“I would like to think so.”

“Your parents don’t have any problem because of the religion thing?”

“They don’t know yet.”

“Hmm.” Hemant ambled to the other end of the bed. “What did you vote?”

“A yes. You?” Anjila was suddenly soft. The fierceness that she often showcased in front of Nimish seemed a thing of the past.

“Yes, of course.” He said. She threw an appreciative smile at him.

“You always wanted another man?”

His questions were probing her dark side.

“No. Its all in the fun spirit right?”

“You really think so? We are literally swapping partners only for fun? Yeah, it could be a part of it but its not the whole of it.”

“What’s the whole of it?”

“That we all were looking for an excuse.” He laughed in an eerie manner. Few silent minutes passed by.

“Did you have anyone in mind while picking up a mobile phone?” Hemant asked.

“Not really.” Anjila said turning towards him to have an easy conversation. While doing so she lifted her legs on the bed and folded it to be comfortable. Hemant ogled at her legs. She noticed but didn’t react. The shorts and sleeveless tee now seemed like less clothing.

“You said in your wish that there was someone you wanted to do among the girls here. Who is it?”

“It’s you.” Hemant was prompt.

Anjila suffered a compulsive laughter. “Its me because I happened to choose you, right? Had it been someone else it would have been her.”

“No, I am serious. I have liked you from the day Pritha introduced us.”

Anjila checked her laughter. There was indeed a genuineness in his voice which kind of aroused her.

“Really?”

“Yes. Of all the girls you are the most womanly.”

She knew what he meant by that. It was something she was proud of; her body: 34d-28-36.

“Thanks.” She said.

“So, how do you like it?”

Anjila liked the straight-to-the-point attitude of Hemant but didn’t tell him about it.

“As in?”

“Rough, sensual or whatever?”

“Sensual I guess.”

“Hmm, if you don’t mind may I know how is your sex life like? Do Nimish and you do it often?”

Anjila swallowed a lump since she was confused if she should tell him the truth which was they had done it only twice. The first time was quick and the second was uninteresting for her. Not that Nimish wasn’t well endowed but he could do with a lesson with how to use Nimish junior to please her.

“Twice.” She said.

“Only?”

“How many times have you done Pritha?”

“I don’t even remember.” He smiled.

An image of Hemant fucking Pritha conjured in her mind and Anjila for a trice thought Pritha was lucky.

“I think if I strip first you’ll be comfortable. What say?”

“Yeah, okay.”

Hemant stood up and doffed his vest looking at her. Anjila noticed his hairy chest which wasn’t worked out but looked strong. His shoulders were broad as well. His belly was slightly protruding but his overall girth made up for it. Next he tugged down his knickers. His legs looked flabby but there was a manliness in his overall structure which Nimish didn’t have. Anjila couldn’t believe she was already comparing.

“You want me to go full monty or it’s okay for the time being?”

Anjila could see the buldge in his underwear. An urge to see it in all its nakedness knocked her. “Full.” She said.

“Okay.”

Hemant spent no time to tug down his underwear. He stood naked in front of Anjila. For few seconds she kept looking down at his groin. It was a decent size with a slight curve in the end.

“You like what you see?”

Anjila nodded. She could now sense her arousal.

“I’m glad.” He said. “Now if you don’t mind, its your turn.”

Anjila kept sitting on her place.

“I would love it if you could also stand like me and strip.”

Anjila moistened her lips and climbed down the bed. She stood few steps away from Hemant whose dick, she noticed, had grown an inch more. There was silence as if she was waiting for more commands from her one night lover. For a moment she wondered about Nimish. He had been paired with Pritha. Had they already started fucking each other?

“Don’t you have any problem with Pritha fucking Nimish?” She asked.

“Not right now. This is a sinful night. I’ll be happy if she is happy.”

The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn’t have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.

Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.

“Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits.”

Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, “Please go ahead now.

She didn’t open her eyes while unhooking her bra. Her breasts were one of the most delicious, particularly the chocolate brown erect nipples, looking pair he had ever seen. And at 37 Hemant had seen quite a lot of them. As she placed her clothes on the bed her breasts juggled a bit which further aroused Hemant. She looked at him and managed an awkward smile. He was now shamelessly massaging his dick up and down. Anjila noticed it but didn’t say a word. She unbuttoned her shorts and came out of it. Then rolled down her panty and stepped out of it as well. Her pussy was trimmed.

“So?” She had to clear her voice to talk properly. Hemant didn’t say anything. He walked towards her. When he reached her, he pushed her on the bed. And opened her legs to position himself between her legs. Only the base of his shaft touched her semi-wet pussy. His chest crushed her breasts as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. In the next second she found Hemant was sucking her tongue and intentionally spitting inside her mouth. As a reflex she held onto to his body tightly. It was stronger than Nimish was all she could think at that moment. Hemant broke the smooch and asked, “How many guys have been with till now?”

The statement also reminded Anjila this was her night to experience someone other than Nimish as well and see where it took her. That was the point of the entire switch: to experience another lover which under normal circumstances wouldn’t have been a possibility for this was a group act and when something is done at a mass level its becomes a shared guilt and hence less sharp.

Anjila held her tee and pulled it over raising her hands. Hemant saw her shaved armpits and grasped his dick. As he slowly massaged it, he saw her close her eyes.

“Could you please keep your hands in the raised position? I would like to see your armpits.”

Anjila did as he wanted and stood with closed eyes and hands raised. Hemant slowly flicked his dick ogling at her slightly sweaty armpits. His fetish for it was obvious. A minute later he said, “Please go ahead now.

She didn’t open her eyes while unhooking her bra. Her breasts were one of the most delicious, particularly the chocolate brown erect nipples, looking pair he had ever seen. And at 37 Hemant had seen quite a lot of them. As she placed her clothes on the bed her breasts juggled a bit which further aroused Hemant. She looked at him and managed an awkward smile. He was now shamelessly massaging his dick up and down. Anjila noticed it but didn’t say a word. She unbuttoned her shorts and came out of it. Then rolled down her panty and stepped out of it as well. Her pussy was trimmed.

“So?” She had to clear her voice to talk properly. Hemant didn’t say anything. He walked towards her. When he reached her, he pushed her on the bed. And opened her legs to position himself between her legs. Only the base of his shaft touched her semi-wet pussy. His chest crushed her breasts as he kissed her forehead, then her nose and lastly her lips. In the next second she found Hemant was sucking her tongue and intentionally spitting inside her mouth. As a reflex she held onto to his body tightly. It was stronger than Nimish was all she could think at that moment. Hemant broke the smooch and asked, “How many guys have been with till now?”

“First Nimish and now you.”

“You kidding me? Didn’t anyone wooed you in school or college?”

“Lots. But I was too cocky.”

“It seems Nimish left a lot for me but I won’t leave much for him or the third one after tonight.” He smiled at her. She liked his sexual humor. It made her feel desirable. She saw Hemant club her breasts together in his large hands and then suck her nipples hard. Too hard for her comfort.

“Slowly.”

Hemant only sucked harder circling the nipples with his tongue, flicking them roughly and then biting them at times. Getting licked by someone other than Nimish opened up dirty vistas in her mind. she realized she wanted it from a long time now. To be touched the way Hemant’s tongue touched her. After he had enough of her breasts, he moved down to her navel where he planted several kisses around her belly button. It aroused her further. Finally Hemant made himself comfortable between her slightly fleshy thighs. He kissed and nibbled on her inner thighs tickling her in the process. She held his head and pulled his hair to stop him from going further which only meant she couldn’t wait for the cunnilingus now. As Hemant dived his mouth inside, she reflexively, closed her thighs on him. He parted them once but again the same thing happened. In the end he forced parted her thighs apart. Her nicely trimmed pussy in all its wetness was eyeing him. He knew exactly where to lick and where to suck. It let out the sexual kitten inside Anjila who now started moaning subtly still pulling on his hair at times.

“I assume this is your first time like this?” Hemant said glancing at her once and then again licking her wet clit.

“Very much.” She said in a raspy voice.

“I love the smell of your secretions. The fact that your pussy is trimmed makes your pussy lucky and my tongue luckier.”

She also liked the way Hemant verbalized the details of his act. Nimish was always silent.

“What’s your favourite position?” She heard Hemant quip in-between his licks.

“I don’t know of much.” She was being honest. She had seen few but didn’t know the names.

“Let me teach you few poses tonight.” Hemant shot a naughty smile at her before digging into her pussy again. She squirmed a bit feeling his tongue go further inside her. She raised her hips as a reflex. Hemant placed his hand on her butt as he stuck his mouth doggedly covering her pussy and jutting in his tongue ferociously exploring Anjila’s inner flesh.

“Hemant please stop it!”

He relaxed for a trice and said, “Stop what? Tell me exactly.”

“Stop whatever you are doing. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“You have to be precise or I’m not stopping.”

“Stop……eating.”

“Eating what?”

“My pussy.”

“What?”

“Stop eating my pussy Hemant.”

“Wow. I never knew I would hear it one day from you Anjila.” Hemant let go of her. Anjila felt like her stomach muscles underwent a momentary spasm.

She slowly straightened her legs as Hemant lay beside her wiping her juices from around his mouth. Half a minute passed as he admired her naked body. She finally noticed him do so.

“Did you enjoy it?” He inquired.

Anjila nodded positive.

“Has Nimish ever done this?”

Anjila nodded negative. She was trying not to think about her boy friend but Hemant was bringing it up every now and then.

“Why do you keep asking me about Nimish?”

“It gives me a real kick to know I’m spoiling his girl friend in my own way.” He sported a satanic smirk. The sound of the statement made Anjila realize it gave her a kick too. To get done by someone else other than her boy friend.

Hemant touched her forehead with his finger tips and brought it down, via her face, throat, tummy, to her pussy and inserted his middle finger in it. Pleasure made Anjila’s lips part instantly. Immediately he kissed her and in no time it turned into a passionate smooch. He sucked her tongue dry while she tasted his saliva and swallowed a bit too this time. When the smooch broke he looked into her eyes and said, “What’s the one thing you really want me to do tonight?” He was slowly finger-fucking her.

“Fuck me.”

“That I’ll anyway.”

Anjila saw an animal in him which she wanted to experience soon.

“Something else.” He said.

She thought for a moment and then said, “I don’t know. You tell me.”

“If I request will you agree?”

“Yeah okay.”

“Promise.”

“Yeah okay.”

“I want to cum inside you Anjila.”

She swallowed a lump and said, “Nimish would kill you.”

“That’s okay. What would you do?”

She answered almost a minute later as if she lived the answer in her mind.

“Allow you.”

She felt his fingers fuck her intensely now. He once again locked his lips with hers and sucked hard on her lips. She soon felt like something was building up inside. She wanted to inform Hemant about it but he wasn’t letting her break the smooch. She hit his back few times and he responded by inserting another finger in her pussy. She closed her legs. And the next moment she squirted. In a flash Hemant left her mouth, took out his finger from her pussy and moved down. He placed his mouth right on her pussy and licked the liquid. He also licked up from the thighs to her pussy.

“What are you doing?”

“All your juices are mine tonight.”

She was happy he was doing what he was. Once done he sat on his knees on the bed. His dick was aiming towards her.

“Do you mind sucking my dick Anjila?”

She was still for a moment. After he had licked her juices she had curled up at one corner. Slowly she crawled towards him and faced his erect dick.

“Bend properly please. I want to see your anus while you suck my dick.”

She turned to see her reflection on the opposite mirror. She saw her butt-naked self. It aroused her. Hemant would see her anus as she sucked his dick? This night wasn’t real anymore. She turned and started licking his shaft from the base up and he admired her tiny brown anus between her attractive butt cheeks.

“Has Nimish tasted your anus ever?”

Not again! Anjila thought and looked up at him.

“No. But will you-” She didn’t complete. She knew he would do so in few minutes.

“Who is bigger? Nimish or me?”

She was trying hard not to compare but the question didn’t help.

“Nimish is slender. You are thicker.”

“It will stretch your pussy more.” He said. Few silent minutes went by whereby Hemant had his eyes closed consuming all the pleasure Anjila’s mouth was exciting within him by sucking his hard dick.

“Alright.” He pulled out his dick and grabbed her butt to turn her. He caressed her entire back once and then kissed her butt. Then licked her anus.

“Wow, tell Nimish your anus tastes like mango pickle.”

The analogy made Anjila laugh instantly. She felt numerous rapid licks on it.

“Yeah sure I’m saying this to him.” She mocked.

“Oh, then I have to make sure you do.” Hemant took a portion of her ass cheek between his lips and sucked hard till there was a blotch. Anjila cried out in pain.

“What are you doing?”

“A love bite on your ass. He should know how far his girl friend allowed me to go.” He smiled and rimmed her anus once more, spat on it next and touched his tongue tip on its surface probing it. Next, he helped her sit near the edge of the bed, asked her to arch her spine leaning forward so that her butt jutted out. She was sitting on her knees now.

“Are you going to …?”

The next instant her pussy walls felt his dick. He was right. It stretched her. He started with slow thrusts. She could feel his dick go in and out.

“I won’t mind if you talk.”

“What to talk about?” Anjila was squinting her eyes with each thrust of his. She felt his hands groping her breasts from behind now as he started licking her nape. Her entire body moved funnily, adjusting to the sensations his action generated.

“Do you hear that sound?” He asked.

“Which sound?”

“This one…” He fucked her harder.

“Yes.”

“What is the sound.”

“You fucking me.”

“Details please Anjila.”

She took time to frame her reply, “You are fucking my pussy.”

“You mean Hemant is fucking Anjila’s pussy?”

“Yes, Hemant is fucking Anjila’s pussy.”

“Awesome! Do you think Nimish will mind watching us?”

“Shut up!”

“Do you think Nimish will mind me fucking you like this?”

“Yes!” She knew she better answer else he would frame a more detailed statement.

“I think he’ll feel great to watch his girl friend get her pussy drilled by another man.”

“Shut up please.”

“I’m serious. Just imagine if Nimish was here.” Hemant stopped his thrusts. While imagining Nimish in the room she was moving her hips back and front on his dick thereby fucking Hemant.

“Can you see Nimish here?”

“Yes.”

“What is he doing?”

“Watching us fuck.”

“Does it excite you?”

“Very much.”

“Oh Anjila you are so much fun!” He started the thrusts again. This time with with force. When he was done mauling her breasts she noticed subtle red marks of his grab. A naughty smile escaped her. After few minutes he turned her and was now on top again pumping her harder and harder. He took both her legs and placed them on his shoulder for a deeper penetration. Anjila could feel her anus open up in the pose with each forceful thrust of his. She put her arms around his neck for support. The ordeal went for an era, it seemed, till he was about to cum.

“I am going to cum Anjila.”

“Yes. Please. I won’t mind.”

“Lift your arms.” Before she could understand Hemant raised her arms for her and sniffed her arm pits.

“I love that dirty smell of yours.” As he sniffed hard he came inside her with a groan and collapsed on her. Confused she ended up embracing him as their breaths tried to be normal again.

Half an hour later they were lying side by side. The lights were off. They were not touching each other though they were still naked.

“Did you enjoy it?” Hemant asked.

“Pritha is lucky.” Anjila remarked.

“Do you mean you too want to be as lucky as her?”

“What do you mean?”

“You are a smart girl Anjila.”

“Just because of this one night I can’t forget Nimish.” She was surprised she even said it. They should have slept and not discussed anything.

“Who is asking you to do that? All I’m saying if you ever miss this night I’m there.”

There was no response from her side.

“But tell me honestly did you really imagine Nimish watching us?”

“Yes, why?”

“Just like that. Watching Pritha with someone would arouse me.”

“Really? Do men like watching their girl friends with other men?”

“Not all. But the ones who do, really do. Why don’t you ask him?”

“Oh! I would never do that.”

“You can find out yourself.”

“How?”

“If he keeps asking you the details about this night then he wants to watch else not.”

“Hmmm. That only the morning will tell. Good night.”

She felt a soft kiss on her shoulder.

“You are an awesome fuck Anjila. Thanks and good night.”

Hemant slept instantly while Anjila kept thinking if he meant it when he said he would be there for her if she missed the night. Was she already considering another night with him?

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