It was heaven. He sunk his Lund (Cock) into the hot, wet, tight cunt of the young girl and pumped away like a madman. The girl’s face danced before him. Twisted in lust-filled pleasure as he squeezed and mauled her large breasts, and slammed his monstrous prick into her almost virginal cunt…
Sharmila’s face…Mrs.Khanna’s face… Binna’s face… then Rekha’s… and then Rani’s face… The face changing as he fucked …..Ismail woke up with a start. Someone or something was in his room. Ismail tensed himself and waited. A shadow passed by his bed, a mattress on the floor…
In an instant, he reached out and grabbed at it. His hands quickly fastening around the stunned figure; He pulled the intruder down to the mattress and quickly got astride it. “Ismail” The intruder pleaded “It’s me, Rani” Ismail his hand raised to strike had been poised to deliver a series of hard slaps to the now captured intruder; the voice stopped him …
He reached over and picked up the torch light he kept by his bed for use during the frequent power cuts that plague Delhi in summer. Shinning the light at the face of his captive, he saw at once that it was indeed Rani, the 19 year old daughter of his employer. Getting off her, he stood beside the mattress and switched the single 25v light bulb on, bathing his small servant quarter in a dim yellowish light.
Only then did he notice that in the struggle his Lungi (Knee length sarong) had come off. And that his semi erect 8 inch Lund (Cock) was in plain view of Rani. Rani was looking at it with fascination. Her eyes quickly went to Ismail’s face and then she dropped her gaze as she sat up on the mattress, obviously feeling embarrassed.
Her eyes however, couldn’t resist peeping at his hairless groin and heavy looking prick. Ismail, reached down and taking the single checked cotton sarong in his hands, rapped it around his waist. “Rani “He asked “What is this nonsense? Why are you here?” He quickly checked that the door to the courtyard and the door to the kitchen from his room were clear and then locked them.
The 28 year old Ismail had worked as a servant in Rani’s home since he was 12 years old. One of his uncles had managed to land him the job in Mr. R.K. Khanna’s house, and thus, save him from a life as a factory worker living in a Delhi shanty town. He had watched Rani and her younger sister, Rekha, grow up and was therefore not burdened with a servile attitude towards them.
Rani said nothing. She sat quietly with her head down and waited for Ismail to put his Lungi on. Her gaze darting from the floor to his groin as he wrapped the thin cotton fabric around his waist and locked the doors. How handsome he was. 5ft 9inches tall, fit build, fair and hazel eyed. All her college friends teased her remorselessly about him. Her “Hunk Sex Slave”, her “Home entertainment System”…
How many times had she dreamed of him touching her in that intimate way that actresses and actors touched in Hindi films? The endless fantasies of them dancing and embracing in rain soaked clothing, to the pulsing rhythms of a sexy filmi song. The brief struggle and feel of his hard body astride her had filled her with strange tingling feelings, the sight of his magnificent cock had added to her sexual arousal.
She felt the tell tale wetness of her choot (cunt) and her hard erect nipples against the cotton fabric of her Kamiz. (Long shirt) She had wanted to return some of the secret magazines she had borrowed earlier that day. Those sexy magazines that she had stumbled on by chance while secretly searching his room for those ‘special’ cigarettes. servants all seemed to have….
Ismail watched Rani, his surprise and anger turning to something else… His cock twitched as he looked at her sitting on his bed, the recently interrupted dream again flashed in his mind. Then he saw it, his collection of cheap, badly printed, pirated pornographic magazines, bought off back street hawkers far from the prying eyes of officialdom, strewn over the floor.
The lurid pictures of men and women, fucking, sucking and posing, carpeted the floor of his room. So this was what Rani had been after. He bent down and collected the magazines up and then stood up and asked, “Is this what you wanted?” Rani said nothing. She was caught red handed.
Ismail selected one magazine and tossed the remaining magazines on to the chair beside his bed, flicking through the magazine. He examined the photos of models being fucked, sitting standing, lying down and from behind. On top, below and sideways; So many ways to screw…So many holes to fill… Girls giving blow jobs. Girls with Cocks up their cunts;
Girls with cocks in their butt holes; Girls with one, two or even three cocks filling any and all holes available. He showed Rani the pictures and said “You like seeing people fuck?” “Please,” Rani whispered “Don’t tell Papa”. Ismail looked at the sweet oval face of Rani, her large dark brown eyes filled with heat and fear.
He had often fantasized about her firm well rounded butt under him, his cock imbedded in her juicy choot (cunt) as his lips licked and sucked on her stiff nipples crowning her mango sized breasts Ismail had fucked girls for years, usually servant girls or their mothers. He had fucked them on the very mattress Rani now sat on. Pushed his man meat in to their choots,
(Cunts) gaands (Asses) or mouths with scant regard for their feeble protests at its huge dimensions, and their inability to take it.; In the end they all took it and enjoyed it greatly too. He knew that he was big, because they told him that he was a big man in the Lund department. Long and thick, with a lovely sack of balls swinging below…
Ismail felt his Lund harden and stick straight up, its head tenting his Lungi and making his captive Rani, widen her eyes in shock. He knew the signs. She was hot and wanted some relief. So what if she was his employer’s daughter? She was in his room at night trying to take a porno magazine, wasn’t she? She was a normal 19 year old girl with a choot (pussy) that obviously was itchy.
He didn’t doubt that she fooled around with her college friends. Almost certainly, her fingers teased and toyed with her cunt late at night when the sexual heat was too much to resist. Rani looked up at his face, her breath coming rapidly lust in her eyes. None of the college boys who flirted with her could boast such a display.
She gasped as Ismail tugged his Lungi off and stood naked in front of her, his Prick throbbing and pulsing before her eyes. She now mentally compared the size of his Lund and that of the boys at college, by comparing the tenting that occurred in their trousers while kissing and squeezing her body in parked cars in secluded spots.
Compared to Ismail, they were boys indeed! Ismail moved closer and placed his left hand behind her head; his right hand took his Lund and pointed its head down towards her parted lips. “Chooso!” (Suck) he whispered his voice firm and clear. Rani licked her lips. She had seen it done in magazines and on XXX videos.
Her friends had giggled as they confessed (lied?) about sucking their boyfriends off. Rani gazed with lust on the beautiful 8 inch cock being offered to her. It looked so hot and angry. So red and shinny… She opened her mouth and took it in. it slid over her lips, on to her tongue and stretched her mouth into a large ‘O’.
Sudden fear gripped her as his huge man meat filled her mouth and nudged at her tonsils…She pulled away…or tried to, Ismail’s hands held her head in place. He eased back. Withdrawing his prick slightly and whispering softly for her to calm down. Tears filled her eyes as she looked up at him and began to suck him.
Her tears were not from pain or even from fear; she was embarrassed about not doing it right. In the videos, it always seemed so easy and satisfying. The men always groaned in pleasure and the girls all seemed in control, milking and sucking the guys until they spilled oceans of sperm into their sucking mouths.
She wanted so badly to do it right. To suck Ismail till he was flooding her mouth with his seed and groaning in pleasure…. Ismail smiled as he watched her suck on his Lund (cock). “Good girl’ He whispered “hold my lund like this”. Taking her hand in his he showed her how to hold his shaft, rub it and squeeze it.
Rani soon realized that this was also a good way to stop too much of his cock being forced down her throat. Her head began to bob up and down as she concentrated on his cock head. Remembering all she had seen in magazines and on video, she put that knowledge to work. Ismail was fighting to control the urge to hold her head and fuck her mouth hard.
Was this the first cock she had sucked? He doubted it; she was sucking him like she knew what she was doing. Ismail felt the sperm building up and knew that he was about to cum. He gently cradled her bobbing head in his hands and stood with his legs slightly apart. His buttocks were clenched tightly together as he fought to hold off his eruption.
Then just as Rani sensed something was about to happen, a hot jet of liquid hit the back of her mouth and slid down her throat. It was followed by another and another until she felt like she would drown. She pulled back and as his prick exited her cum filled mouth, a series of shots hit her face, lips and hair. She instinctively swallowed as she wiped her face with her hand.
Ismail stood panting before her, holding his prick in his hand and tugging the last drops of seed from its head. Rani watched as he wiped his man meat with his lungi and smiled at her. “You like that?” He asked,” Did it taste nice?” Rani nodded. Her mouth was filled with the sweet salty taste of his thick love juice. She had imagined all sorts of things.
It would be anywhere from tasteless to tasting like coffee. She had never thought it would taste so good. Ismail wasn’t finished with Rani yet. Pulling her to her feet, he pulled her into a tight embrace and kissed her passionately on the mouth. His tongue forced its way into her mouth as his hands moved over her back and butt.
Rani had French kissed before but Ismail was so much more forceful then she was use to. She felt his hands squeeze her buttocks as he pressed his ram rod straight Lund against her soft belly. Even through the thin fabric of her Kamiz, she could feel the heat of his prick. Her legs were shaking as her choot (pussy) burned with her heat and her heart pounded beneath her firm breasts.
Ismail broke the kiss and spun her around so that her back was towards him. He then pulled her back, hard against him, his throbbing man meat pressed against her well rounded gaand (ass). His hands pressed her stomach and squeezed her breast as his mouth planted kisses on her neck.
His hand had forced its way under her Kamiz and down the front of her Shalwar (baggy trousers); she gasped at the feel of his fingers on her hairless choot. Ismail felt the wet smooth skin of her choot and groaned with lust. He wanted to stick his Lund (cock) deep in to her pussy. His fingers moved expertly down to the hot damp slit of her cunt.
Pressing his fingers between the wet folds of flesh, he located and teased her (Channa) clit until she squirmed. Rani felt like her head would explode. She pressed her hands between her legs on to his active hand and panted as the pressure and pleasure built up. This was so much better then her fingers.
She tensed and felt her choot spasm into orgasm. Her breath caught as the first jolts raced through her body. Ismail felt his fingers being bathed with her hot sticky sex juice. He dug his hand down her Kamiz and squeezed her braless breast mercilessly as he panted into her ear “Cum you bitch!” Suddenly there was a gentle tapping at the kitchen door.
Ismail and Rani tensed and waited. A voice whispered “Ismail, are you awake? Open the door quickly” Ismail hissed “keep quiet!” in to the terrified Rani’s ear and released her; she froze in terror. “One moment Memsahib” He said in a normal voice as he opened the door to the courtyard and pushed Rani out, quickly closing it behind her.
He then opened the other door and stood back to allow Mrs. Khanna, Rani’s mother in Rani quickly ran through the court yard and entered the house through the front door. She sneaked to the kitchen and towards the now closed door leading to Ismail’s room. Putting her ear to the door she strained to hear what was being said in side.
“You harami! (Bastard)” Mrs. Khanna was saying “You behanchord harami! (Sister fucking bastard) Rani broke out in a cold sweat her mother suspected something! “Why have you been wasting your munni (Sperm) masturbating?” Rani heard her mother ask Ismail. “Jaan “(Darling) Ismail replied with a laugh “There is plenty more for your thirsty choot (cunt)”.
“There had better be” Mrs. Khanna replied. Rani knelt just out side the door speechless. Her mother and Ismail were lovers. After the news sank in, Rani gently tried the door, it opened slightly and she was able to peep inside Ismail’s room. In the dim yellow light she saw her respectable, 40 year old mother, on her knees in front of Ismail sucking on his Lund. “Chooso Rundi” (Suck whore) Ismail hissed ‘make me fill your mouth with my juice!” Rani stared in amazement as her mother sucked, licked and pulled on Ismail’s Lund like a pornographic movie star. Ismail saw Rani and winked slyly at her moving so that Rani could get a better view of the action.
“Jaldi!” (Quickly) Ismail ordered pulling Mrs. Khanna by her long silky black hair.” Drink my juice you bitch” Ismail began to fuck his prick into the eager mouth of Mrs. Khanna. Rani was stunned to see her mother take Ismail’s entire monstrous prick in to her mouth. She watched as Mrs. Khanna’s hand went between Ismail’s legs and played with his swinging balls,
“Put you finger in my gaand bitch!” Ismail ordered. Mrs. Khanna, seemed to enjoy this rough talk, her pace picked up and Suddenly Ismail pulled out of her mouth and shot wave after wave of spunk over Mrs. Khanna’s face. “NO!” Mrs. Khanna cried her head moving, mouth open to drink his spewing semen. Ismail laughed and pulled Mrs. Khanna to her feet.
“You machord “(Motherfucker) she whined “I wanted to swallow all of your juice!” “You have swallowed gallons of it already Jaan “(darling) Ismail replied pulling her close to him and lifting the back of her night dress to show her naked ass to Rani. Ismail kissed Mrs. Khanna passionately as his hands played with her large brown butt cheeks.
Pulling the nightdress up over her head, to reveal her well shaped but plump body, Mrs. Khanna said “Come on gaandoo (butt giver) fuck me hard. That son of a bitch comes home tomorrow”. Rani knew that the s.o.b. referred to, could only be her dear Papa, Mr. Khanna.
Ismail pushed Mrs. Khanna down on the mattress and got on top of her, slipping his hips between her raised legs he paused to rub his cock head (Still rock hard) along her slit. Rani had moved slightly in to the room, in order to get a clearer view of the fucking couple. A chair with Ismail’s cloths thrown over it obstructed Mrs. Khanna’s view.
Making it impossible for her to see Rani on her stomach staring at her mother and Ismail on the mattress; Ismail’s cock head pointing purposely at her bushy cunt….. Ismail guessed that Rani must have moved further into the room, the idea that Rani could be watching him fuck her mother, filled him with power.
“Which hole do you want it in?” He asked Mrs. Khanna “Your choot (pussy) or gaand (butt hole)?” “My pussy “Mrs. Khanna replied “I am still sore from the last time you fucked my ass” Ismail laughed “You wouldn’t let me butter your gaand hole with ghee (cooking oil/butter), would you?” and with that he slammed his prick in to Mrs. Khanna’s cunt in one savage thrust.
“Bastard!” Mrs. Khanna hissed “You know I like it rough. Oh! Pardo meri choot ! (Bust my cunt). Fuck me hard!!” The small room was filled with the sounds of sex. Groans; Panted abuses. Wet, sweaty flesh slapping against each other as the ceiling fan spun above it all. Rani could see Ismail’s now slick, pussy juice oiled cock piston in and out of her mothers gaping hole.
She watched the sweat trickle down Ismail’s feverishly pounding ass cheeks and muscular legs. Her hand went to her own cunt and pressed it. But it wasn’t enough, Rani pushed her hand down her Shalwar and onto her damp, burning choot (pussy), her fingers rubbing her wet slit as she watched Ismail’s Lund pound in and out of her mother’s cunt.
“Aieeee! Aieeee! Mei muragay! “(I’m dying) Mrs. Khanna sobbed her feet digging into Ismail’s ass as he pumped “Aur Zor say” (Harder) Mrs. Khanna panted “Meri pudhi Pardo, machord!” (Bust my pussy you mother fucker). Rani’s teasing fingers were bathed in her sticky juice as her fuck hole came on them. Ismail was slapping and pinching Mrs. Khanna’s butt and asking her “Like it Rundi? (Whore)”.
Ismail moved his hand to cup her butt cheek, his fingers teasing the crack of her ass. All wet with the juice flowing from her impaled pussy. “Yes” Mrs. Khanna sobbed “dallo tumare ungli meri gaand mai” (Put your finger in my anus) Mrs. Khanna tensed and then let out a long low moan of pleasure as Ismail inserted the tip of his finger in her butt and sunk his man meat into her cunt.
“I’m Cumming!” Mrs. Khanna sobbed “Aieeee! OOOO!! Machord (motherfucker) I’m going to……..aaahhhh!!!” Ismail continued to fuck her; his balls slapping against her full, sweat coated buttocks as Mrs. Khanna sighed and shook in post orgasmic pleasure. After maybe a minute more, Ismail’s back straightened as he slammed his Lund hard into her choot (Cunt)
“Low Rundi! (Take it whore) He gasped “Take my pani (water)”. Rani was panting too. Her body covered in sweat as her fingers had played with her pussy. Suddenly aware that her mother would want to leave by the kitchen door, Rani slowly crawled backwards out of Ismail’s room. She went up to bedroom and stripped her cloths off and lay face down on the bed.
Her mind still filled with images of her so respectable mother, her Temple going mother, being fucked like a prostitute by their servant. She was lying on her back, still feverishly thinking about Ismail and her mother, when the door of her bedroom opened and Ismail stepped in. He tugged his lungi (sarong) off and walked over to where Rani was lying. In the moonlight she saw his prick, proudly sticking up in front of him.
“You enjoyed the show?” He asked running his hands over her naked breasts and stomach. “Your mother likes my lund very much” His fingers moved between her legs and teased her slit. Rani was silent. Her pussy was burning and her body ached for relief. Ismail lay down on his side beside her, his leg across hers as his red hot Lund pressed gently against the soft smooth skin of her hip.
“I would love to fuck you in front of your mother. Bust your cunt and ass hole and then fuck your mother too.” He whispered in her ear as his hand squeezed her mango sized breasts. His lips came down to suck her hard nipple as he squeezed her breasts. His hand moved down between her legs and parted them before moving over her choot (Cunt).
How good his fingers felt on her private place. How much she enjoyed his fingers sliding over her wet cunt hole, the tip teasing her entrance. She felt his prick throb against her hip. Closing her eyes she imagined him again slamming his Lund into her mother’s cunt. Suddenly, Ismail was up over her and then on her, the weight of his body crushed against hers.
His hips were between her legs and she felt his hands pulling at her ass as his prick pushed against her bald wet cunt. No” she said, struggling to move her cunt hole away from the battering ram of his Lund. “You can’t put it in me! It’s too big! “She pleaded Ismail had heard that line before. It had never stopped before and he wasn’t going to stop now.
“You will love it Jaan” (darling) he coaxed using his hand to guide his prick head into place. “I’m a virgin “she sobbed “No! NO! Please! I’ll suck you! ” Ismail was too wild now to care. A virgin? He doubted it. If she was, just an added bonus to him, he had taken many cherries already. His prick head now lodged at her entrance, he put a hand over her mouth and thrust in,
his head now in, he eased his lund in as far as he could, breaking her virgin seal as he did so. Rani cried out at the sudden sharp pain. He was breaking her in two. His hot iron rod of a cock was tearing her open. Ismail began to slide his Lund in and out of her now unsealed choot. She was tight! It was hard work but work he enjoyed.
As his tool moved in and out of her, Rani Felt the pain slowly lessen and a new feeling, pleasure slowly began to fill her body. His fingers dug deeply into her lovely round firm ass, Ismail, removed his hand from her mouth and grabbed a wobbling breast with it. “Oh Yes!” He whispered “This is so good!” He fucked her until he felt his seed bubble up and with a gasp; he shot his load into her.
Rani felt his hot liquid flood her cunt and panicked “Not in me! Not in me!” she whined. But Ismail was unmoved. Laughing he said “Don’t worry. Your mother can help you wash it out” He had not removed his cock from her hole. The blood and semen, oozed out from her plugged cunt. Rani felt his prick throb and he began to fuck her again.
Rani felt the pain almost disappear as his Lund began to slice in and out of her no longer virgin hole. “Yes” Ismail panted into her ear as he fucked her. “I will fuck you and your mother side by side in your father’s bed. I will fuck you and your mother doggy style on the bed and then fuck your gaand (ass) as your mother holds my balls and licks my body”.
Rani listened with erotic pleasure to his lustful plans. “Then I will fuck little Rekha here in front of you both” He hissed “I’ll fuck her till she can’t walk! I’ll bust her choot (cunt) and then fuck her in her gaand (ass) then I’ll make all you Rundis suck my Lund before I fuck you again”. With these words, Rani felt her own orgasm explode inside her and gush all over Ismail’s pumping cock.
Ismail threw his head back and groaned as his cock blasted another and final load of spunk into her. Half an hour later, Ismail got up and after showering and washing the semen and blood off his prick and legs went back to his room. He had smiled with evil pleasure at the proof of her former virginity, one more juicy cheery to add to his list. Now what about Rekha?
Rani woke up late the next morning and felt the painful aching in her pussy. She slowly walked to the bathroom and washed her blood stained cunt and thighs. She then stripped the soiled sheet from the bed and dropped it into the laundry basket.