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Being fucked Chapter 1
This story is set in the period of 1990 when there were no mobile phones. Most of the working class people were busy working and stayed mostly in affordable housing complexes. These complexes were really complex, not in terms of the way these were built, but more so, because of the ways the lives of the residents of the complex were linked. These housing complexes did not have any amenities, mostly smaller 1 RK (1 big all-purpose room and 1 kitchen).
Bhavna was a thirty year old working lady. She was hot and always dressed in tight fitting clothes. She was sure about her sexual appeal and knew very well when people had to hide their hard ones from her. She was in complete control of her life with a loving husband. The only problem in her life was that her loving husband was too loving and caring for her randy self. Her husband was Wham-bam-thank-you-madam guy. Bhavna had a feeling that she was being treated as a normal housewife without any respect for her womanliness.
That day Bhavna was in turmoil. She was not fucked by her husband for second week now and she was really feeling all itchy down there. She waited for her husband to leave and then called in sick in the office. She lay on the bed naked.
She spread her fair and ripe legs and placed her hand on her wet slippery cunt. She had shaved the hair down there two days back, to attract her husband to fuck her. Her husband had not even looked down at her cunt for quite some time now. He felt it was dirty to even looks at it, forget about touching it.
She thought of a big penis in her mind and started playing with her clitoris. The clitoris was erect and all excited with her fingering. She massaged her clitoris and used her other hand to insert the index finger in her cunt hole. Soon she was sliding her entire finger in and out of her cunt and using her thumb to drive her clitoris mad with pleasure. This did not last longer because she was close to the heavenly bliss and before she could control any further, she orgasmed noisily. She had spent a lot of juice which had wetted the bed sheet and her hands.
She went to the bathroom and cleaned herself. She also had a hot bath. She rinsed her cunt and then indulged in pressing her medium-sized apple shaped breasts. She pinched her erect nipples and moaned. She was so excited again that she felt the need of a real male with a hard big dick to satisfy her. She was still debating how she could get what she wanted when the doorbell rang.
She wrapped herself in towel and approached the door. From the keyhole she saw, it was Mrs. Bakshi with her two kids. Bhavna opened the door slightly and started conversing with Mrs. Bakshi. Mrs. Bakshi was going to her sister’s place and that she wanted somebody to take care of her sons, Suresh and Mahesh. Suresh was 14 years old naughty boy. Everybody in the building knew about his mischievous behavior. Mahesh was his one year younger brother, he was the most intelligent kid in this side of the housing complex.
Looking at the state in which Bhavna, Mrs. Bakshi asked her sons to go to down and play. Mrs. Bakshi said,
“It looks like you just had a bath and about to leave for office? Are you late today or on leave? Can you take care of my sons today?”
Bhavna was not about to fall in the trap of having to baby sit two kids even though she always wanted to be a good neighbor. Further, Bhavna was in an excited state and wanted the day to calm her cravings rather than spend time with two kids in the one room that she had. She replied,
“Sorry Mrs. Bakshi, I am late and like you asked, I am about to get dressed and leave for work. I would have definitely taken care of Suresh and Mahesh, but…”
“That is fine,” said Mrs. Bakshi and headed back to her house.
Bhavna was back to herself and was now sitting in her room. She was excited and wanted to play with herself again. She was not sure when she fell asleep fantasizing about big dick fucking her wet cunt. When she woke up, it was already afternoon and she was feeling hungry. She decided to call for food. She ordered for pizza and soon was relishing the slices topped with vegetables and lots of cheese. Cheating was alright for her when it came down to good food, she told herself, at least she was not cheating in reality on her husband.
All this while she was still wrapped in her towel. She opened her house door to leave out the carton in which the pizza had arrived. She dropped it in the dustbin and was about to go back in when she saw a very suspicious thing. Mrs. Bakshi should have gone to her sister’s place and her kids were supposedly going to be baby sited mecidiyeköy escort in someone’s else house as per her assumption, then how come the door to Bakshi’s house not latched and locked.
She decided to check out. She dressed in a nightgown and set out to find out the mystery behind Mrs. Bakshi’s unlocked house. She rang the doorbell.
To her surprise, the door was not answered for some time. She rang the doorbell once more and then in a few seconds the door opened slightly and a worried Mrs. Bakshi was looking out from the slightly opened door. It was kind of a déjà vu moment. Just a few hours ago, Bhavna was in this pose and now it was Mrs. Bakshi. Mrs. Bakshi too was wrapped like her in towel but she was looking all ruffled up and asked,
“Kya hua Bhavna? Aap ko kuch kaam hai kya?”
(“What happened Bhavna? Do you have some work with me?”)
Bhavna was caught on a wrong foot. She was not expecting Mrs. Bakshi to open the door. It then struck her that because she had turned down to baby sit, maybe Mrs. Bakshi was not able to go to meet her sister. Bhavna said,
“Mein aaj office nahin jaa rahi hoon. Mein Suresh aur Mahesh ko dekhne aayi thi. Aap chahe to mein unko apne ghar rakh sakti hoon agar aap apni behen ke paas jana chahe to”
(“I am not going to office today. I had come to see Suresh and Mahesh. If you want I can take care of them at my house if you want to go to your sister’s place.”)
Mrs. Bakshi was feeling irritated. She said,
“Mere bete gaye hai apne dost ke ghar. Mujhe tang maat karo abhi.”
(“My sons have gone to their friends house. Please don’t disturb me.”)
She slammed the door. Bhavna felt dejected. All she had offered was help and now Mrs. Bakshi was feeling irritated with her. She was still standing there and thinking when she heard moaning sounds coming from behind the door. Bhavna’s heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Bakshi was in towel but she had not taken a bath. Even her hair was not combed well and her face and stance looked like she had got interrupted. She was not sure what was happening behind the door. There was definitely something going on. Why was Mrs. Bakshi at home and not gone to her sister’s place even when her sons were now at their friend’s home?
Bhavna went to her house. She was still trying to understand what was happening in Mrs. Bakshi’s house. She decided to use her brains. She dialed Mrs. Bakshi s landline number. The phone rang for some time and then she could hear Mrs. Bakshi s gentle voice at the other end. Bhavna remained silent. Mrs. Bakshi said hello thrice and then said a bad word and slammed the phone down.
Bhavna waited for five minutes and then again dialed Mrs. Bakshi. This time it took a while and then Mrs. Bakshi was again on the line. This time Mrs. Bakshi was quite vocal about the blank call that she was getting.
“Yeh kaun hai jo mere majahe ko bhang karne pe tula hai.”
(“Who is this person who is trying to disturb me from having my pleasure?”)
Bhavna then heard a male voice that said,
“Phone rakh de aur aaja, mein aur intezar nahin kar sakta”
(“Keep down the phone and come here, I cannot wait any longer.”)
Mrs. Bakshi kept the phone down by the side unhooked and ran to the male. She was in such a hurry that she did not quite disconnect the call when she kept the phone off the cradle. Bhavna was still holding the phone and now was listening to the complete conversation that was occurring in the room.
The man said, “Sushma, chal phir se isse mooh me lele. Thoda naram ho gaya hai.”
(“Sushma, take this again in your mouth. This has become a bit soft.”)
Sushma said,
“Anil mein isse mooh mein nahin le sakti. Tum chaho to mein isse thoda sehla deti hoon.”
(“Anil I cannot take this in my mouth. If you want I can caress it for you.”)
Anil said,
“Saali, nakhre karti hai. Kutiya mooh mein lele nahin to belt se pittai karronga!”
(“Bitch take it in your mouth or I will hit you with a belt!”)
Bhavna was at loss to understand this conversation. She knew that Sushma (Mrs. Bakshi) was definitely in the room with somebody called Anil. Bhavna was quite not able to place this name. She had sure heard this voice and also the name Anil sounded familiar.
Anil was then moaning. Surely, Sushma had conceded and taken his dick in her mouth. Anil was saying,
“Abhi ghanti darwaje ki baje ke phone ki, mein teri bajane ke baad hi choodoga tujhe.”
(“Now whether the doorbell rings or telephone rings, I will fuck you you well before allowing you to attend to it.)
Sushma said,
“Haan beşiktaş escort Anil. Abhi jaldi se wapas apne tagde lund ko andar dalo aur mujhe chodo. Bhale hi mein cheekho per meri phikar mat karna. Mujhe tumse yeh hi dard bhara pyar chahiye.”
(“Yes Anil. Now put your dick in me again and fuck me. Even if I scream, don’t worry. I want this painful love from you.”)
Anil said,
“Chal ho jha kutiya ki tarah khadi bed mein aur faila apni gaand ko.”
(“Ok now stand like a bitch on the bed and open your ass.”)
Next what Bhavna heard, she was shocked. The phone almost slipped her hand when she heard a loud scream. Sushma was screaming like a virgin. Sushma was saying,
“Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaha Aaaaanniiiiiillllllll, thhhhooodddddaaaaa ddhhhhiiirrrsseeeeeeee aaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahah!”
(“Aaaaahahahahahahahahahaha Aaaaanniiiiiillllllll, aaaa bbbiiittt sslllooowwwlllyyy, aaahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahah!”)
Anil said,
“Haan Sushma, mein teri jawani ke din tujhe yaad dila doonga.”
(“Yes Sushma, I will make you remember your youthful days.”)
Bhavna realized that Anil was doing something to Sushma which was really painful. Bhavna visualized Sushma standing on her hands and knees and taking a big fat dick up her famine cunt. Soon she realized that Anil was the physical trainer at the gymnasium that she and Sushma both go to. Soon the blocks started fitting in her head. She had known that Anil was a guy who used to provide love assistance. This was known to all but Bhavna had never believed it. She thought Anil was a simple god-fearing lonely unmarried man who was interested in his body building rather than family building.
Sushma’s screams brought Bhavna back to reality. Sushma was saying,
“Anil, aaahaahahahaha, mein maaarrrrr jaaaaooonnngiiiiii. Baaaassssss aaaaauuurrr aaandddaaarrrrr naaaahiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnn, ahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!”
(Anil, aaahaahahahaha, I wwiillllll dddiiiieeee. Nnnoootttt aaannnnyyyy ffuuurrrttthhhheeerrrr iiinnnsssiiidddeee, ahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahaha!!)
Bhavna was leaking juices from her cunt. She had raised her gown and pulled down her panty which had already showing a wet patch of her juices. She was fingering her cunt and this aural sex was making her even hotter. She was trying to imagine what Anil’s penis may look like. If Sushma was crying foul to stop him from going in further then definitely the dimensions of penis would be out of this world.
Anil said,
“Ruk ja. Abhi to sirf aadha lund dala hai. Pura ghoosata hoon phir dekh kya majah aata hai.”
(“Wait. I have been able to insert just half of my penis. Let me push it full length then you would get the pleasure.”)
Sushma’s screams were audible very loudly. Bhavna was vibrating and shivering with lust. She was now fingering her own cunt and inserting these deep inside herself. If only it was Bhavna instead of Sushma that was taking this big penis. She had been stuck in a marriage which was not giving her the pleasure. Bhavna too wished she could approach someone like Anil or Anil for her needs to get fucked hard. But to think of it, it was not possible for her to call someone at her house and have sex. It would be wrong ethically which she was fine with. But she was more concerned about someone around the housing complex finding out like she found out about Mrs. Bakshi. She was sure that there were more detectives like her in the housing complex!
Sushma’s screams subsided and then she was quite. She then said,
“Anil, abhi bahut dard kar raha hai. Kitne baar yeh kiya hai meine per tumhare saath yeh bahut hi dardnak aur achacha lagta hai.”
(“Anil it is paining now. I have done this many times but with you, this is very painful and enjoyable.”)
Anil said,
“Meri premikao ko mein jab aisa karta hoon to woh mujhe cheek cheek ke protsahan deti hai. Sushma tere saath to yeh mein bahut baar kar choka hoon per jab mein yeh pehli baar kissi ka saath karta hoon to woh premika dard se behoos ho jati hai.”
(“When I do this to my lovers, they support me with all the screams. Sushma, I have done this with you many times but when I do this for the first time with some lover of mine, she loses consciousness with pain.”)
Then Sushma’s moaning started again. Bhavna guessed that Anil had started pumping his big dick in and out of Sushma at a good pace. Here still holding the phone in one hand with three fingers of her other hand deep in her cunt, Bhavna orgasmed once more.
During this time, Sushma’s moaning increased and she etiler escort said,
“Anil, bahut majah aa raha hai. Aaisa lagta hai ki tumne mujhe chir ke bhar diya hai anpe lund se.”
(“Anil, I am enjoying this. I feel like you have split and filled me up with your penis.”)
Anil was moaning and said,
“Aaahha, teri chudai mein jo majah hai woh kissi aur mein nahin hai. Teri aise lagane mein bahut majah aata hai.”
(“The joy in fucking you is exquisite. Fucking you like this is very enjoyable.”)
Bhavna had started feeling a bit lost but then she was still visualizing that Sushma was taking this like a bitch and that is what Anil was praising about. But what she heard next got her back to her senses and she gasped loudly.
Sushma said,
“Haan Anil. Mujhe bhi tumhare tagde lund se apni gaand marwane mein bahut majah aata hai.”
(“Yes Anil. I really like taking your big dick up my ass.”)
Anil said,
“Sushma, teri gaand itni sexy hai ki uske gaye teen mahino se mar raha hoon par aaj bhi teri gaand kasi hui hai. Tera pati nahin marta hai kya teri sexy gaand ko?”
(“Sushma, your ass is so sexy that I have been fucking it for three month now but your asshole is still so tight. Your husband does not fuck your sexy ass?”)
Bhavna was flabbergasted. She know could visualize and get the correct context of all the screams, painful pleasure and all the moans. Sushma was getting her ass screwed from Anil. How can she do it? Bhavna had heard a lot about anal sex. In fact she used to play her finger tip on her asshole but had never progressed beyond that. Right now, Bhavna spread her legs wide and used her index finger removed from her wet orgasmed cunt, on her pinkish brown asshole.
Sushma was moaning hard and Anil was not wasting any moment. He was now sawing Sushma’s tender asshole nicely with his 10-inch dick. He was fucking her asshole at a speed which was considered high even for normal vaginal fucking. He was enjoying this butt fucking more than ever. Anil’s favorite lover was Sushma. She was the only one who could take such hardcore anal fucking like a woman. With all other lovers, Anil had to be gentle in his fucking even though he was tough when he had to push in his penis into a tight asshole.
Anil was fucking her asshole wild. Sushma could feel the slippery cock fucking her ass nicely. Sushma said,
“Anil, marooo, meri gaannnddddd thik se maarooo. Bahut majah aa raha hai.”
(“Anil, fuck me, fuck my ass properly. I am enjoying this a lot.”)
Anil was short of breath. His fucking was at a pace that he could not maintain. Soon he gasped and moaned,
“Sushma, mera juice aane wala hai. Mein teri gaand mein mere juice ki nadiya baha raha hoon. Yeh le.”
(“Sushma, I am about to cum. I am going to pour my juice in your asshole. Here it comes.”)
Saying this, Anil stuck his penis deep down Sushma’s bowel and then jets of hot sticky sperms ejected deep inside her bowel. Sushma was enjoying this final moment of beautiful anal fucking.
Soon Anil had withdrawn his penis and was lying beside Sushma. Here Bhavna was still on phone and had another earth shattering orgasm by just finger tipping her asshole and listening to Sushma’s buggery.
Sushma said,
“Anil, abhi aap jao. Woh Bhavna ko shaq ho gaya lagta hai. Woh boli ki woh office jayegi isliye meine Suresh aur Mahesh ko unke dosto ke ghar bheja aur tumhe yahan bulaya. Per woh office nahin gayi aur jab tumne meri gaand mein apna lund gusaya tabhi saali ne bell bajai.”
(“Anil, you must go now. That Bhavna has become suspicious. She said she will be going to office and so I sent Suresh and Mahesh to their friend’s place and called you here. Now she has not gone to office and when you were starting to put your dick in my ass that time she rang the bell.”)
Bhavna was listening to this and smiling. Anil added,
“Aur woh blank call ne mujhe pagal kar diya. Jab mein tumhari gaand mein aadha andar tha tabhi bahar nekalna pada. Mein to dar gaya aur mera lund bhi chota ho gaya tha. Per teri choosai ne usse phir se zinda kar diya.”
(“And that blank call made me mad. When half of my penis was in your asshole, I had to withdraw. I was scared and my dick had had softened a bit. But your sucking brought it back to life again.”)
Bhavna gasped once again. That means Sushma sucked Anil’s penis that had already travelled in Sushma’s asshole. That was gross. Sushma had really enjoyed with Anil like any other normal hot female should have.
Still fingering herself, Bhavna told herself,
“Sirf agar Sushma ke jagah pe mein hoti to meri gaand lag jati, gaand marate hua!”
(“Only if I was in place of Sushma then I would have got screwed, getting my ass fucked!”)
Bhavna hung-up the phone with full knowledge that she now knew that Sushma was getting her needs fulfilled from Anil and she knew what she had to do to get a slice of it as well.
End of Chapter 1. I am contemplating more chapters later.
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