Adultery Transformation to a Randi (Whore) _(RETUNED: After I had fight with my Hubby)

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Hi Friends !

This is a revised version of an old story, written by me way back.
I am Posting Complete story altogether to not to keep you waiting. Hope you will Enjoy it !

Revision made as below.

- Re-tuned with added spices
- Hindi dialogs translated in English for non-Hindi readers.
- Correction of few grammatical errors


Please do appreciate, if you like it.

Thanks

 

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Hi, My name is Surbhi Tyagi and this is about one of my real life incidents where I unintentionally cheated my lovely husband. This fateful incident happened 4 years ago, when I was 23 years old and married for almost 1 year. My husband is a Lawyer by profession and those days he was working with a company as a legal advisor in a small town called Paradeep in Orissa. We were living there in a company provided house. My in-laws as well as my parents were living in Alla*habad, which was ours, both mine and my husband’s home town. My husband, Rakesh, is very jolly and soft in nature but contrary to that I am very illtempered. Those days were our early days of married life and we were settling and adjusting with each other with everyday love and fights. Our sexual relationship was also healthy and we had having sex at least twice or thrice a week. This incident also started from a small fight, when I found my husband, Rakesh, was doing some silly jokes with one of his female colleagues. Being ill-tempered, I objected to his limits and level of jokes he was making to a lady. But instead of making justification he made fun of me...and slowly our small fight converted into big action. I angrily made the decision to leave his house and returned to Alla*habad immediately.


Although, returning to his back-foot, Rakesh tried convincing me a lot....but my blood was boiling and within a couple of hours I was ready to leave with my packed luggage. I was not listening to even a single word of my Rakesh plea, just crying and yelling my ugly feelings. My husband even proposed to come together with me till Cuttack where I had to board the train, but I purposely rejected his offer just to show him that I do not need any of his favour. I took an Auto and came to the Bus stand and took the first bus to Cuttack. The bus was full, but somehow the conductor arranged a seat. It was 6.00 in the evening and my train to Alla*habad was at 11:00 at night in Cuttack. Normally, a bus takes 3 hours to reach Cuttack from Paradeep, therefore by 9:00 night I should have reached Cuttack, and would have enough time to reach Cuttack Railway Station from the Bus Stand. But, things didn't go as I thought. After half an hour of bus ride, heavy rains started outside, which continued for the whole night. Because of heavy rains, the road got flooded in most of the intermediate small towns, which made traffic slow and by the time I reached Cuttack it was 10:30 at night. I had around 30 minutes to reach the station, which was not enough and so to cut the route short, I got down from the bus at OMP Square, which was very near to the station (15-20 minutes from Auto). But to my bad luck, there was no Auto Rickshaw. Electric power was also off and the complete area was indulged in dark and deserted. Rain was at its peak with strong wind, and only a few trucks and buses could be seen on the road. I was hiding under a tree, which was least effective for that rain. I saw a small shelter outside a house at some distance. It was not so far from the road, so I ran and got myself under the shelter. I was eagerly praying for an Auto, but no luck. It was 11:30 at night and I was just waiting alone for an Auto under that shelter on such a deserted rainy night. Although I had already missed my train, I wanted to be at least in the city in a safe location.


After a couple of minutes, I heard some sound and saw an old couple at the main door of that house. I just greeted them, saying ….just taking shelter because of the heavy rains. They asked about me and, understanding my situation they offered me to rest and wait inside as it's very dark and raining, standing outside alone is not safe. Though, I was convinced with them, but wanted to wait for some more time for an Auto and so I politely excused myself. Another half an hour passed and no luck. The house lady again appeared at the door and requested to come inside, which I unwillingly accepted, I had no alternatives. It was a small mud house having a common hall cum kitchen, a room and a common toilet. The couple were living with their only son, who was almost of my age. By their getups and house condition, I could guess that they were daily wagers and belonged to m*slim community. Rahmaan uncle, the old man was approaching his 50 while her wife was in mid 40’s. Uncle seems a bit religious with a long beard and no moustache. Rahmaan's uncle convinced me to take rest till morning as it is not safe for a lady to travel alone by midnight and he also assured me that he himself will drop me to the station by early morning.


Aunty, the old lady asked me for food, but I declined by saying that I had finished my dinner already. They asked me to take a rest on a bed on the floor, which was just an old carpet over a mat on the floor. They had limited stuff and by offering me that bed they were sacrificing their comfort somehow. I was very tired and feeling sleepy and so with no other option, I took the bed. The lady took the small room, and both Uncle and his son, Atif also settled in the same hall on a separate floor bed. It appeared as if I had taken one of their beds either Uncle’s or Atif’s, and so they were adjusting themself on a single bed.


For my privacy they made a partition inside the hall by an old curtain, which made me somewhat comfortable. I noticed Atif, their son was eying my wet body through his corner eye, but as their parents were also there, I was not so worried about him. Men luring for me was quite normal to me as I was owning a lovely body with burning assets. I was half wet and so took my one piece nightly and changed myself. After some time, they turned off the only lamp, making it completely dark and slept. As I was badly tired, I fell asleep within minutes.


It might be a couple of hours, I woke up to some strange sound. I looked around and found it totally dark. As I collected a little sense after waking up from a deep sleep, I felt something moving on my legs. I pulled my legs up and raised my head to see around, but could not see anything around in that dark. I felt as if someone was touching my legs, but as soon as I reacted by pulling off my legs, the hand was gone. As I didn’t see anyone in the dark, I thought of some nightmare and got relaxed again. But minutes later I felt the hand again on my knees. I got scared and thought of screaming but don’t know why I couldn’t. I was confused on how to react. I was in someone else's house, taking shelter on my own and later found myself being touched by one of them only. I was in absolute shock and fear. Being there in their own house and then screaming and making an alarm was out of my courage.

 

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In fear, I pulled my leg up again and shrunk inside. The hand stopped momentarily, but resumed again after some time. I was covering myself under a throw, which was an old bed sheet, but his hand was already inside the bedsheet. Slowly his hand reached to my lower thigh lifting both the bedsheet and nighty up together.
I couldn’t get enough courage to react and so pulled my legs further inside till I could and stayed quite, praying silently to get spared.
He continued rubbing my lower thigh, then moved further up and then inserted his hand in between and started touching my inner thighs. I tried to clasp my thighs together to resist his hand movement inside, but failed. He literally forced his hand inside my upper thighs, touching and feeling my soft skin with his rough hand. I had no other choice to bear his assault, just hoping baselessly that he might stop on his own after .



On bearing his action for some time, a feeble temptation also started triggering inside my body. It might be because of the mix effect of his caressing, the feeling of his rough hand, a wet rainy night and a complete stranger.. not even knowing it was Rahmaan Uncle or Atif or someone else…. . I was with a mixed feeling of fear and enticement. As before, I remained quiet and was waiting to see his further action. He kept caressing me sensually for some more time. While doing so, he tried to move his hand further up near to my crotch area, but I resisted as much as I could and succeeded by applying more clasping power.


At first, I guessed him as Atif, but soon I heard a mild coughing while he was breathing, which made me certain for Rahmaan Uncle. He repositioned himself further up and now his hand reached to the upper part of my body. Now he was laying exactly behind me. As I was sleeping on my side, he was facing my back. He was so close that I could feel his raised warm breadth over my ear. He was trying to insert his hand inside in between my arm and chest. I could guess what he was looking for and as a protective measure, I closed both my arms together to cover my boobs. After trying unsuccessfully for some moments, he got furious and increased his force. He brought his other hand from the opposite side by encircling my neck and clamped both of my hands and then inserted his one hand inside and clutched my right boob. As soon as he succeeded, he gripped my boob so hard, a hisssssing sound came out from my mouth in pain. He then whispered to my ear......"thodi der bas dabaane de....main aur kuch nahin karungaa…(...just let me fondle and feel for some time ...I will not be doing anything more) ". It was basically a fake promise, I was knowing well and he did as well that where this game is going to end. He was fondling my boobs with intense feelings by his rough hand, clutching and pinching my nipples in between by his fingers. His palm was so big; it was easily covering most of my boob. Compared to my tiny frame body, I have bigger boobs. My husband wasn't even able to grab it fully by one hand. Although I was trying hard to save myself from his assault, simultaneously the hard and rough feel of his hand over my boobs, his hot breadth over my ear and the dark rainy night was generating a different sensation inside me.



He was lying very close to me, and I could feel his broad chest sticking to my back and also his hard long beard brushing my neck. I felt some hard thing poking at my ass and it didn't take me long to recognize that. He started pressing his groin over my hip and I could feel the heat and throbbing pulse of his cock over my ass crack, even with the thin fabric of my nighty. The feeling of his fierce assault over my boobs and ass crack was boosting my temptations rapidly.
And suddenly my mobile started vibrating. I usually keep my phone on vibration mode but the humming sound of vibration was quite audible. The buzzing sound acted as a wake-up alarm for me from my state of sexual temptation.


I had kept my mobile beside my pillow and the lights coming from the mobile screen were also making our condition quite visible. Anybody could have awakened and seen our positions. In a hurry, I took the phone and saw the name on its screen. It was my hubby, probably he was getting worried for me and calling for my whereabouts at 1: 00 AM midnight. I had no courage to take it.


Realising my current state of being engaged in pleasing a low class old man and being pleased by him to some extent, I got filled with extreme guilt. But beside that, I was feeling an urgency to hide my current condition from other members of that house. The continuous buzzing sound of the mobile with its flashing screen lights can easily reveal me in such a state with Rahmaan chaha.


Hurriedly, I cut the call and as I was suspecting repeated calls from Rakesh, I long pressed the power button further to turn -off the mobile. But it sent different wrong messages to both men. My hubby thought that as I am still angry, I switch-off my mobile.
But in a more damaging way, Rahmaan Chacha understood that I am so carved for his fuck, I switched off my mobile to avoid any further interruption. Rahmaan chacha was thrusting his Lund (cock) vigorously on my ass crack as he wanted to tear my nighty and shove it directly to my pussy.


By time, my resistance also got weakened considering his energetic assault and my ineffective safeguarding. I was foreseeing my ruination as inevitable. At the same time, my body was also responding to his assault.

My boobs got tightened, nipples were hard and I could feel the dampness inside my cunt as well. He had already opened the front four buttons of my nighty and caressing my tits hardly over my bra. And then he whispered to my ears .... mashha alla*h..... kitna bada bada chuchi hai tumraa.... (.... mashha alla*h..... what a boob size you have) . He was mauling so hard, the threads and stitches of my bra were scratching my soft skin of my boobs and hardened nipples. He got further tempted and by holding my shoulder he turned me on my back and got on top of me.

Now, I was on my back facing the roof and he was completely lying on top of me. His rock hard cock was now directly rubbing my cunt and lower abdomen. Moments after he tugged his finger to my bra bottom strap and tried sliding up to release and feel my bare boobs.

As my boobs were of bigger size, it was difficult to slide the bra without loosening the back hooks, besides it was badly scratching my boobs too. As he couldn’t succeed, he got more impatient. He squeezed it madly for some moments then tried sliding up again applying more force. He was appearing more like a hungry toddler, as he wanted to open up my boobs, hold it and take it in his mouth as quickly as he could. He was not at all caring of my pain or discomfort, just wanted to get both of my treasures out somehow and not able to think a little about loosening my back hooks. Being in pain, I lifted my back, and opened the bra hook by myself. But it again sent a wrong message to him, as he must have been thinking that I am such a slut who is dying to get fucked by him and so letting my boobs to him to please.

He immediately pushed my bra up and held both of my tits by each hand and started crushing, licking and biting, one by one. He was behaving like a wild animal, as he had got a treasure which he had never dreamed of. And it was quite true, in a normal situation I could have never thought of doing sex with him. After a few seconds of biting and licking, he came to my lips and took a deep kiss. He tried inserting his tongue inside, but I avoided it by tightening my lips. The filthy smell of his tobacco mixed saliva and uncleaned beard was horrible.

He brought his mouth to my ear and asked ... “dudh aata hai..? (does it release milk…?). I was not able to understand what he was asking and saw him puzzled, to which he again asked… “dudh nikalta hai iss se…? bachha janni hai tu niche se…? (does it produce milk..? Have you given birth from your vagina..?).

Now, I understood what he was asking but couldn't guess why he was asking that. I felt a bit annoyed by the useless query, but considering my situation of being crushed badly by him, I controlled myself. Even I had started allowing his advancement and enjoying the pleasure to some extent. Somehow, I answered him timidly ....'unh -uh’ (noo…).
He seemed to get happy listening to my negative answer and then whispered again.... "mast doodh matlab chuchhi hai tumra ..... abhi tak dudh bhi naii aaya aur etna bada.... (you have great boobs, … even though it has not started producing milk, still it's so big)". I didn't respond to him and how a girl can respond to such compliments. However, his such filthy statements were boosting my temptations.

My resistance was almost gone, and I was letting him what he was doing or wanted to do. My wisdom was disproving all his actions, but my body was so indulged in the pleasure, it was refusing to take any command for resisting Uncle action.

 

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He continued holding and crushing my tits by both hand and down below thrusting his cock above my valley. By then, his lungi was already parted and his bare lund (cock) was grinding my cunt above my nighty. He clutched my left hand and pulled it to hold his cock. As soon as I realized that, I pulled my hand back in shame. It was too embarrassing to touch and hold a cock. I had done it before sometime, when my hubby was forcing me to do it and it was so embarrassing, but here he was a complete stranger.
He again held my hand firmly and put it on his cock and whispered ...."pakaddd na.... randi.... abhi chudegi to saara sharam nikal jaabegaa..(Hold it… you whore…. Now, when you get fucked… all you shame will disappear) ." He forced me to hold his cock by holding my palm over it and guided me to shake it.



Oh My Gosh..... It was so hot and big… throbbing as anytime it could burst in my tiny palm. It was so thick, I was hardly able to encircle even half of its girth. Yes. It was way bigger to my husband.The feel of a strong throbbing pulse and its heat were passing a strong sensation to my body and ultimately to my cunt, which had already started leaking profusely. I was astonished by the feel of his cock and locked to my state. He sternly whispered.... " hila na kutiyaa....aaj tak lund pakdi nahi hai ka..(Shake it , Bitch….havn’t you held any cock yet)" and firmly shook my hand. I was shocked by his wordings. He appeared to be a completely different person now, not the same gentleman as I had seen hours before. Like a dumb I obeyed his command and started shaking his rock hard cock slowly.

He then lifted himself from my top and started sliding my nighty upwards. I got his intention and allowed him to do so without any of my resistance. My body had already surrendered to him completely. And when my nighty got stuck after a little due to my body weight, I even lifted my hips slightly to ease him. This was totally ridiculous. I don't know why but I was cooperating with him so well. Seemed as, psychologically also I was getting ready to fulfill his desire and by so getting pleased myself too. Maybe because, I was almost certain and made up my mind to get fucked by him. Or maybe, my craving also started triggering.
He slid my nighty till my waist and then by tugging his fingers to my panty, he pulled it out in one go. And again, silently I had lifted myself a bit to ease him. Indeed, it was a shameless act of me, but I did it assuming he would not notice. Little knowing, by assuming him so innocent, basically I was proving myself a fool.

My treasure was exposed to be looted. My mind was completely clear from any ethics, morals, or values. What I was thinking about were his huge cock, the upcoming pain and the unimaginable pleasure.
I was still holding his cock, timidly shaking slowly and obeying his command. First, he brought his hand over my inner thigh, after feeling its smoothness and softness, he brought his hand over my cunt. He appeared thrilled with disbelief by the feel of puffiness and smoothness of my shaved pussy. He touched my pussy crack with his rough fingers and noticed my already oozing cunt, profusely releasing thick love juices for him.


He then spitted and lubricated his one finger and inserted it inside. I got shrunk by his rough finger touch but he forced it inside and it went smoothly because of the abundant wetness of my cunt. He made 2-3 strokes and then added another finger, making it two and continued stroking. I was afraid and holding his wrist in fear of any unexpected move. My cunt was well accepting his strokes and after a few moments it started responding too and unwittingly in pleasure, I lifted my cunt up to get more of his strokes.

He then removed his hand and lubricated it again with his spit and tried inserting his 3 fingers together. It was hurting and so I held his hand and stopped him. He overpowered me and forced all his 3 fingers inside and whispered in a stern voice...."Chup se leti rahhh..... (keep lying and be silent)". With the aid of overwhelming juices, my pussy got acquainted with his 3 fingers. He got a big palm and the thickness of his 3 fingers together was more than my hubby cock. My pussy was well reacting to his finger fuck and within 10-12 strokes my body got stiffed. I held his hand powerfully and started shaking violently. He seemed confident and happy over my defeat and his success.
I had my first orgasm already. He continued stroking with one hand while with the other he was fondling my breast one after another. After my first orgasm, my cunt was fully drenched and now with every stroke, a sound of "puuccchh ….puuucchhh…" was coming from my pussy.


He then, removed his fingers, spread my legs apart and positioned himself in between. I was fully aware, what was coming next and became ready for that, at least mentally, if not physically. His last 15-20 minutes of foreplay led me to such a level, I was dying to have a lund (cock) inside my cunt. There was no evidence of any guilt feelings inside me either due to cheating, losing morals or values. Not even, I was bothered or getting deterred by his social class. The thing which was occupying my mind was his mesmerising hard cock and the pleasure of getting fucked by the same. There was some fear because of his enormous cock size, but that was fully dominated by my strong craving and temptation .

Spreading my legs further apart, he took loads of his spit over his palm and applied over his cock, also some over my pussy. He held his cock with one hand and positioned it on my pussy crack. He rubbed his cock head along my pussy crack 3-4 times and then forced inside with a moderate but constant pressure. Oh my gosh.... it was tearing my pussy apart. Although I had a rough feeling of his cock size with earlier stroking, but not in full. His cock head was like a giant mushroom, which I couldn’t feel while stroking nor could see it in the dark. And after feeling the intense pain, I realised how stupidly I decided to welcome that inside. But now, it was not in my control. It was inevitable. He couldn’t be stopped at this moment by any means.

He continued forcing it with constant pressure. My pain was getting so unbearable, even without my wish, an "uuuhhhhh......" sound released from my mouth. I wanted to scream but I held it somehow as it might awaken other members of the house and we could get caught in such conditions.

 

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He continued forcing it till the complete cock bulb got inside and then stopped for some moments. Almost 2 inches of his cock was already inside. I could feel the pain of the ripping stretch on the wall between my pussy and anus. I was trying hard to bear such pains silently, but unwantedly releasing the “ooohhhh….ufffff……” sounds intermittently in whispers and also pushing him away from me.
My hubby, Rakesh, has a solid 5.5 inch cock and I was quite comfortable with that size. But, this uncle cock was so thick, it was tearing my pussy walls apart.
Keeping his cock in the same position, he was caressing and sucking my boobs one by one, which suppressed my pain to some extent. By the resistance of my pussy walls below, he might have understood my pain and decided to hold a bit and let me get accustomed with his size as an experience fucker.

After a few seconds, when my pussy was almost accustomed to his cock bulb, he held my shoulders with both hands and applied 2-3 powerful thrust. I couldn't bear that pain and a loud "NNNNOOOO ......." sound came out from my mouth, but before I could continue screaming and being heard by others, he muffled my scream with his big palm. He was almost 5-6 inches inside me. It felt like he was about to tear my crotch completely in two parts. Even, my cunt was fully drenched, I felt the scraping of his cock head inside my pussy walls, generating a strong burning sensation.
He again stopped for some moments and kept sucking my boobs and biting my nipples. While doing so, he was making many cuts on my nipples and breasts in excitement. Although, it was paining me a bit but simultaneously, it was generating strong seductive sensations inside my body.

My face and breasts were sweating. By his continued licking and sucking of my boobs, my cunt was releasing more fluids and slowly I was getting acquainted with his size. I was not able to guess the size of his cock exactly, but it seems much more has to come yet, as his balls were still not touching my ass. Bringing his mouth to my ear he whispered.... "ketna se thuki ho abhi tak.... (with how many … you got fucked?)". That was an awkward question and I didn't answer. He again repeated his question in full of lust.... "Bol na randi.... ketna laand li hai ab takkk… (speak you whore ! … how many cocks have you taken till now?) ". He seemed to be quite delighted after getting such a tight cunt and at this stage of his life. He again murmured..."Bol na kutiya.... Husband ke alawa aur ketna log choda hai tumko… (Answer ! you Bitch, apart from husband…how many others have fucked you?)". He kept repeating his questions and during it, he was also pinching my boobs nipple hard to abuse me. It felt as if he won't stop till I answer, but it was quite indecent and very personal too. I could answer only “…unn..hun (no…)”.

It was quite clear for him to understand, but he was still not satisfied. He encircled my neck and shoulder with his left hand and by pinching my right boob nipple with his right hand, he made a strong thrust and repeated his question, “unn..hun matlab ka … siraf husband se chudi ho? (no..means what? You have been fucked by husband only?)”. His cock inched further inside and regenerated some mild. I was fairly accustomed to his size but not in condition to take more push. I answered him hurriedly, “Haa…bas husband …. (Yes ….. Husband only)”.
His eyes got glazed with my answer. He heard the same as he was expecting. He got more tempted and quickly applied 3-4 more powerful thrust with thrill. Before I could scream, he muffled me with his palm as he was suspecting my scream and was ready for that. He had shoved his complete Lund (cock) inside me and now his big balls were resting over my asshole. Needless to mention, I was again in pain. My pussy walls were fully stretched all along, producing a mild burning sensation. Thanks to his extended foreplay, I was aroused well with a completely drenched pussy, and so able to accommodate his full cock with comparatively less resistance.

He placed both of his arms under my back and hugged me completely by lifting my shoulders. Now, my boobs were fully crushed under his broad chest. Keeping his cock in the same state, he was kissing madly over my face, neck and ear. The stink coming out from his mouth, beard and hair was horrible. As he was licking my neck and face, his saliva was releasing an awful smell. But at the same time, that foul smell, the feeling of his rough tongue over my neck and face were producing a strange feeling, generating strong seductive waves inside my body. Slowly, my pains got subsidized and a kind of provoking itching started inside my body, centralising to my boobs and cunt.

He continued licking me and asked passionately in between... "kitna saal ho gaye saadi ka tera...? (Since how many years have you been married…?) “. It was an irrelevant question to me. By then I also started enjoying his fuck, and so I didn’t bother to answer. But as he repeated his question again....I answered annoyingly...."8 mahina... (8 months)". He continued further.... "Aisan Raand ko koyee aur nahin choda abhi tak...... muhalla mein tumhara hijraa tha kaa sab…? (It’s shocking…till now, nobody else fucked a slut like you …..whether all men in your society were a transgender?)”.

I didn't like his remarks "aisaan raand...". It pinched me emotionally. I was not there by choice to get fucked by him. It was the ugly circumstances, which trapped me and gave him a golden opportunity to enjoy me, as well as forced me to enjoy him jointly. He started fucking me in short strokes. My pains were almost over, in-fact I was getting engrossed by a kind of arousing delight. My cunt was leaking profusely, proving its elevating appetite for his cock, which was also making his rammings more bearable and pleasing.

Gradually he increased his pace. It seemed like he was feeling himself in seventh heaven and probably me too. There was still hard scrapping on my pussy walls because of his enormous cock size, but rather it was producing more pleasing vibes than pains.

He again came to my ear and asked in excitement...."Tumra Baap aur Sasur bhi tumko nahin chodta hai kya... (Even your father and father-in-law are also not fucking you…?)". That was a completely disgusting question, and shouldn’t be required to be answered by a decent girl. But as I got mad at such a question and I answered annoyingly..... "NAHIIII …..(NOOO….)". I understood, he was asking all those questions in excitement i.e., to kick his temptation further. Since I also had entered to his erotic world, I wanted him to continue fucking silently and enjoy me. It was like a lottery to him and instead of enjoying it, he was wasting his time on such unnecessary talks. Its true, I was enjoying too by getting fucked by such a huge cock, but simultaneously I was feeling like I am in a charity by allowing him to fuck me and enjoy an almost unthinkable young and beautiful high-class lady.He further increased his thrust and replied to me...." Tumra aisan kutiya agar mera bahu hoti ... to chod chod ke abhi tak raand bana diye hota usko (If I had a bitch like you as my daughter-in-law … I would have fucked her day and night and made her a whore)”...... "mast bur har tumra......abhi tak khula bhi nahi hai thik se.... (Your cunt is fabulous…. yet not opened in full….)".

 

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I was already indulged in my pleasure and his such lewd comments were further provoking and boosting my temptation. Now, he was fucking with longer and powerful strokes in rhythm. After each thrust, he was pulling half of his cock out and then ramming it again till the end. His big balls were hammering my ass cheek with a matching rhythm. I was approaching my 2nd orgasm. A few minutes later, he lifted his body from my breast and I relaxed a bit after being relieved from his weight. He then placed both of his hands over my arms to restrain my position and applied a powerful stroke to shove his full cock in one go. Ohh…my ..gosh, his cock was too big to accommodate comfortably.

My complete body got jolted by his thrust. He applied more such thrusts and continued fucking so. With each thrust, my boobs were shaking to and fro, as like two rubber balls full of milk wobbling. Moments later, I reached my second orgasm. I wrapped my fingers tightly around his wrist in excitement. My cunt got lifted impulsively, as it wanted to welcome and worship his cock. My body got arched and started shuddering. He stopped for some moment to let me release well and feel my own pleasure of orgasm. It was a strong release and lasted abnormally longer, completely different then what I had experienced before. His cock was felt as it got jammed amid my pussy walls. And while releasing, when my pussy muscle was trying to squeeze itself, it was feeling the presence of his giant cock inside, generating added sensation, leading to more shuddering and release as chain reactions.


Moments later he resumed his pace, with the same intensity as before. It would have 30 minutes or more of our sex session with at least 15 minutes of hardcore fucking and he was still fucking me with same energy. He then lifted my legs up and locked my knees with his arms. This further lifted my cunt and gave more access to his giant cock. He continued fucking me with full stokes, releasing a sound of "Thaappp....Thaappp ...Thappp.... It would be 4 - 5 minutes of my second orgasm and my pussy again started craving for more and more. My body was almost tired but the abnormal longings building inside were keeping it active.

With such powerful and long shovings on my raised butt, his cock was reaching up to my womb. And suddenly, I heard some sound of movements behind the curtains. It was also heard by Rahmaan Uncle as he also stopped for a moment and looked towards the curtain at the back. He remained silent and tried to observe around for a few seconds. Finding all as normal, he resumed his pace. He continued fucking me vigorously for another 5-6 minutes. By each of his thrust, he was pushing me back for a few inches and while pulling his cock he was pulling me together by his arms. It was around 20 minutes of pure hardcore fuck, and he reached his climax. I was also near to my 3rd orgasm. He then grabbed my both tits in each hand and started fucking vigorously with powerful strokes. He was clutching my boobs so tightly as he wanted to rip them off from my body. It was quite painful, but the pleasures I was receiving below at my ignited pussy were overwhelming and it kept me cool and bear those pains. Meanwhile I got my 3rd orgasm and it was also as intense as the earlier one.

He continued fucking me madly with such strokes for another 15-20 seconds and then felled over me. He was hugging me tightly within his arms. I could feel his pulsating cock between my pussy walls. His cock was so deep inside me, his cum jet was hitting directly to my womb wall. He whispered to my ear...... "Le..... le mera virya… le mera beej apne chut mein.... le mera bachha.... aaahhh..... aahhhh....meri randi (Take…. Take my sperm ….take my seed inside your cunt …. Take my baby….aaahhh….ahhaa… my whore )". He remained motionless for a few minutes, and then rolled beside me while pulling his semi hardened cock. I was totally exhausted and remained in my position. He filled my cunt so abundantly, it started oozing and dripping to the bed through my ass crack. He then pulled me towards him and kissed me passionately and whispered... " Bahut hi payaari aurat ho tum.... (You are a lovely woman)". He gave another final kiss on my cheek and left while collecting his lungi from the floor.

 

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[Desilover2021]

I was completely tired. After the day-long journey exertion, I got ruined by a sex maniac for the last 45 minutes with straight 20 minutes of penetration. Cum were dripping from my pussy and rolling over bed through my ass crack. Somehow, I rolled down my nighty to cover my leg. I wasn't able to find my panty in the dark and left it for the morning.

The storm was over and I was accessing the damage I got. It was not about the physical but the mental scar, which pains were jolting me more and more. It would be wrong to say that I was abused against my will. Yes, he did force himself on me, but where was my own consciousness, self-respect, and the principles. Why did I allow him…why didn’t I stop him. In fact, I also got carried by my own lust and enjoyed his ravaging …his ride over me.

There was a lot of guilt inside, but no justifications. And like a depraved woman I started thinking as ..... "How would my husband and anybody else be able to know about this incident, if I do not disclose it to anybody". That is true … how anybody will be able to know? That thought was giving me a sort of temporary relief but still deep inside me, I was regretting the sins I did. Simultaneously in strange, my mind and body were also recognizing the mysterious thrill, which I enjoyed minutes before by the new level of fucking. He made me realized what a real fuck is and how much it can madden a woman. He was right that I have not been fucked well before. My cunt was still feeling the remains of those pleasures. There were a lot of cuts and scars over my body and its pains started emerging as the feelings of recent pleasures were eroding. But all those pains were insignificant against my recent experience. It would be around 2:00 AM and my mind remained occupied, whether it was good or bad, till I fell asleep.



It would hardly be about half an hour of my sleep, I felt like someone was touching my breast. After the recent assault, I didn't care to dress properly and the top-front buttons of my nighty were still open and he was accessing my tits through it, feeling its size and firmness by holding and squeezing gently one by one. I caught his hand just over my boobs in shock and turned back. To my complete surprise, it was Aatif. I got mad seeing him there, another man in the house. Didn’t know how to get rid of these perverts. Minutes before, the old junk was here to quench his starvation and now his son was trying his turn to bang me. I was filled with complete hatred for this family. Like father, like son. All were like animals. Absolutely no ethics, no moral values…nothing. It appeared as; they had given me shelter just to gratify their longings.

I gave a strong push and threw his hand away from my breast and then whispered annoyingly ….. "kyaa hai......ye kya kar rahe ho... “ (What ?… what are you doing…?)". Ignoring my push, he moved forward again and bear hugged me from behind and whispered.... "Bahi ........jo abhi tum uss buddhe ke saath kar rahi thee (same …what you were doing minutes before with that old man)". Immediately, I could able to interrelate and conclude that who was behind the curtain, when that old freak was fucking me. Since then, this bastard has been waiting for his turn. After revealing the secret that he saw and knew everything about me getting fucked by Rahmaan uncle minutes before, he got bolder and started squeezing my boobs openly. I was struggling hard to save myself but all my efforts were useless. He was attacking as such; he genuinely deserves to ride me, as I allowed Rahmaan uncle to do so before. He started crushing my breast more firmly and roughly, giving me a severe pain. He whispered to my ear… “Jayda naatak mat kar… us budhe ko to bade maje se de rahi thee… … ek baar mera lauda le kar dekh…,.' Kasam se… jannatt tak le kar jaaunga (Don’t act innocent …. you were letting that oldman fuck you so willingly.. try my cock, once…. God's promise… I will take you to heaven)”.

I was barely listening, what he was muttering. Half an hour before, that old man badly damaged my boobs with his nails and teeth and now he was doing the same. The pain was almost unbearable and with that I was feeling humiliated too. One after one, both men were attacking me so freely, as they were considering me absolutely as a whore. To stop his access to my boobs, I turned myself on my stomach and covered my sides by putting my hands. Now my back was up and this gave him free access to my ass. He missed no chance and got on top of me. He was completely covering me with his full body weight. His hard cock was exactly on my ass crack, which he was grinding passionately. He then placed both of his legs in between my legs and parted it away by force. This way, my ass crack got opened more and lifted slightly as well, letting his cock plunge well inside the crack and rub my asshole and pussy directly. Because of his body weight I was also not able to close my legs and apply pressure to close or tighten my ass crack to restrict his cock access.

He said.. “kya tight gaand hai teri jaan….. ek no ki mast laundiya ho..tum…… aur kis kis ghar me jaa kar chudaai ho aise ?(What a tight ass you have ..darling. You are such a big slut… How many more houses you do visit to get fucked like this?)”. I was not listening to him seriously, just trying hard to get free from him. But his last words pierced my ear and I replied annoyingly … “main khud nahin aayee thee yahan… Uncle ne bola tha ander rest karne ke liye (I didn’t come on my own, Uncle did offer me for taking shelter)”. I don’t know why but I was still using the word “Uncle” for that old freak. Aatif replied humorously … “ achha hai na…. aayee to, 2 -2 lund ke maze bhi to le rahi ho (It's good …right ! As you come…you are getting a chance to enjoy two new cocks).” I didn’t feel it necessary to reply to him, but during all these conversations, unknowingly I lost my efforts and he managed to insert both of his hands under my chest and grabbed both tits over nighty by each hand. Now I was completely ineffective, though my hands were outside and I was trying to lift myself, but his weight was too much to be lifted. And the moments I was trying to lift myself, I was raising my ass and giving him more access, where he was furiously grinding his rock-hard cock and pleasing himself.

 

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And when I failed on my scuffle, I started begging … “please … chor do mujhe… please…. Mujhe kal subah train pakadni hai …mujhe sone do (Please…leave me… please …, I have to catch my train in morning…let me sleep)”. After seeing me pleading, he became more confident and a bit softer too. He replied in friendly tone… “thik hai…so lena…kaun rok raha hai… train mai pakda dunga….bas ek baar chod lene de…bas 10-15 minutes lagega (Its ok… you take sleep… nobody will stop you. And I will help you catch your train… but, let me fuck you once…it will hardly take 10-15 minutes)”. Seeing his such a high mood for fuck, I pleaded more gently… “Please Bhaiya… chor do na mujhe. Uncle ne bhi jabardasti kiye mujhe. Bahut dard ho raha (Please…brother…leave me. Uncle also forced himself on me. It's painful).” Aatif laughed and replied… “Uncle jabardasti kiye …bo kaise? Mai to dekha tha ki tum taang upper kar ke maje se chudwa rahi to … gaand utha utha kar (Uncle forced himself on you… but how? What I have seen is that you were letting him fuck in full delight…raising your butt and receiving his cock in joy.)

While continuing his cock on my ass crack, and kneading my boobs, he started kissing and licking my neck back and ears. And it started triggering hot currents inside me. He spoke further, “yaar karne do ek baar…please. Bahut maza aayega tumko. Baise bhi tum jaise high class maal fir kaha milne bali hai mujhe. (Dear, please let me do it once. You will also enjoy it a lot. …and I will never ever get a chance to fuck such a high-class hot girl like you)”. His complimentary words “Tum jaisee high class maal (such a high-class hot girl like you)” felt very pleasant to my ear and I felt proud momentarily. Indeed, there was no match in our class. I was certainly like a daydreamy princess for them. But listening the same from someone else's mouth always delights one.

My effort was getting weakened, as I ascertained that he is unstoppable and saving myself without satisfying his cock is almost inevitable. As I weakened my efforts, he got more assertive and commanding. He was mauling my tits a bit gently and licking over my neck and ear more passionately i.e., slowly but applying more pressure. And that worked, I was being captive under his seduction. I started realising the strong pleasure sensations over my neck, my ears and my crotch area. And I acknowledged that these guys might be too low on social level, illmannered, uncivilised and so on, but it would not be wrong to say that they are masters in pleasing a woman.

After a moment, Aatif brought his one hand down and by lifting his hip for seconds, he rolled up my nighty over my waist which made my buttock fully nude. Subsequently Aatif also opened his lungi and now I was feeling his hot cock over my ass crack. He resumed his passionate grinding and my ass got astonished by the feeling of his cock bare touch and its warmthness. Ultimately I began moving to surrender mode. Leaving my tits, he then brought his both hands to my face and tilted it to one side and continued licking my cheeks, ear and neck more definitely, like a dog licking their lovely bone piece. He was holding my head firmly with his hands and so I was unable to move my face away. The feeling of his hard rock Lund (cock) over my ass, together with the hard sensation of his soppy wet licking over my ear, neck and cheek were more than enough to re-trigger itching inside my cunt. That put me on heat, and my mind started corrupting. I was measuring his cock size, its hardness, the warmth, and so on, over my nude ass. His size was moreover the same as his father. My breaths were getting heavier and Aatif’s too. I recalled my exhaustive fucking hour before and its abundant pleasure. I imagined that the same is going to be repeated again by Atif. Soon I realised my pussy is wet with such thoughts. Aatif realized my negligible resistance and calmness. He lifted himself from my back and got laid beside me, and also turned me on my back. He tried kissing my lips but I turned my face away, demonstrating my disgust. He didn’t force me again and started kissing and licking my cheek and ear. Though, I was hard damn horny by then, but they (he and his father) were too dirty to kiss by lips and also I didn’t want to show my urge for his fuck.

He then inserted his hand under my nighty and grabbed one of my tits and exposed it through the nighty front opening. Immediately, he took the nipple in his mouth and started sucking.
Aaahhh…..that was wonderful. Perhaps I was expecting such surprised delight. He was sucking my nipples like a kid, the only difference was that my milk was oozing from my cunt instead of tits. Even though my breast was firm in general, his ongoing acts raised my blood flow further and made it tight like a rubber ball. It seemed like he was enjoying playing with my big and firm milky white tits a lot. He got on his knees and grabbed my other tit and also tried exposing it out of my nighty. As he was facing difficulty getting both of my tits out with the front opening, considering my boobs size. He tried rolling my nighty till my chest, but it got stuck at my hips due to my body weight. God knows how, but unintentionally I lifted my hips a bit to ease him rolling, like a slut. Probably, it was my intense lust and the consequent desperation to get fucked. He was also in much hurry and probably didn’t notice my such sluttery behaviour.

As soon as he rolled my nighty he grabbed both my tits and started attacking and sucking one by one, as if a hungry toddler was holding and sucking his mother's tits. My temptation was on fire. There was no resistance at all from my side. As Aatif was on his knees and bending towards my tits, his cock was hanging like a big banana and I was trying to realize it with my corner eyes. Psychologically, I was fully ready to take his cock. Indeed, I struggled a lot to accommodate Uncle’s cock inside my pussy and experienced considerable pain while getting fucked, and Atif cock was not appearing smaller in any way. But by then I was just looking for the extreme pleasure of getting fucked by such a marvelous cock, forgetting all pains it may cause again. I was almost mesmerised by their enormous cock.

Now, Aatif took his one hand to my cunt and started rubbing it. He rubbed my pussy 3-4 times and then inserted one of his rough fingers inside. My pussy was already wet by his action and might also contain some residual sperm from Uncle. As he took his middle finger deep, I caught his hand in fear, but didn’t stop and let him do so. I was just afraid of any unexpected move, which could hurt me. He felt the pressure of my pussy walls, even after such an abundant wetness. He looked glad. He came to my ear and murmured …. “kitni utha aur kassa bur hai tera ..... mast chudaash ho tum (What a tight and raised pussy you have…. You are a nice hot slut)”. I was silent and looking away from him, looking down to his waist, where I was not able to stop staring at his big throbbing cock with my corner eyes. His cock was like a big cucumber, hard but hanging by its own weight.