Cousins ravished me at wedding 3

I was flat on my stomach, Ashmit’s juice was trickling out of my ass. His orgasm was so energetic that Samir’s cum had spread all over. It was close to an hour of thorough fornication. The fun wasn’t over though.

While the three of us were busy, Abheet (son of mom’s other brother, 32, average body, 5’9’’, mildly hairy) had quietly sneaked into our room. Not only that, he was totally naked and standing right next to Ashmit when he announced his presence.

Ashmit turned around, startled, and crashed into Abheet’s massive dong. As if getting out of a reverie, Ashmit zipped himself and rushed towards the door. But before going out, he turned around and said very clearly, “This never happened.”

The door shut behind him, but he had stoked a fire that would soon erupt in flames. Abheet went ahead and locked the door. “Maine neeche text kar diya hai ki aap dono so gaye the, aur hume thodi der me neeche aayenge,” Abheet said.

Samir seemed weirdly comfortable with Abheet’s presence. Unbeknownst to me, Samir had already seen Abheet enter the room, and Abheet had signalled that Samir continue without telling anyone.

I was about to get up when suddenly, Abheet held me by my neck and said, “Abhi kahan chale. Ab meri bari hai!” And he started rubbing my face on Samir bhai’s chest and commanded, “Chaat.” I obediently licked Samir’s cum- and sweat-laden body when I felt a new tool at the edge of my pink, swollen and widely open hole. Almost immediately, I felt the onslaught of Abheet’s dick- a dark stallion slightly less than 7 inches in length but thicker than the other two I had taken so far.

I screamed in surprise, but Abheet squeezed my throat from behind, whispering, “Aawaz kiya to teri bachi-khuchi gand bhi faad ke rakh doonga.” Then, he pressed my mouth against Samir’s chest and invaded me mercilessly. I clung to Samir’s waist as tightly as I could to avoid making any noise. As a reflex, I also bit his chest. “O Bhosdi,” he cried out loud, got up and sat on the bed. As I tried to stabilise myself between Abheet and Samir, Abheet pushed my head on Samir’s dick and began pounding me again. Samir wrapped his legs around my neck to keep me fixed, while I deepthroated him at rhythms directed by Abheet.

I was stretched between them, pulled apart by the lust and need of Samir and Abheet. This went on for several minutes until I kicked Abheet with all the power I could muster. Abheet lost his footing and, in the ensuing chaos, Samir’s clutch loosened. I fell on the floor, panting. Abheet didn’t give me much of a break, though. He flipped me on the floor, bent my legs and pushed himself in, rough and raw.

There was something feral in his eyes, as though he wanted to punish me right there for excluding him from our ‘sexual tryst’. Every thrust sent shivers through my body. Every withdrawal made me tremble. And to stifle my sounds of pleasure, he placed his soft lips on mine.

I had fully submitted to Abheet now. His passionate kiss drove me crazy, and I started pushing my ass towards him. Amused by my reaction, he loosened his grip on my hands. He smiled at me and said, “You are enjoying this, eh?” I didn’t say anything, but my eyes sparkled; I wrapped my hands around his shoulders and went in for another smooch.

A few seconds later, he looked up at Samir and beckoned him towards us. The two of them lifted me from the floor to the bed. Samir, who seemed to be obsessed with my oral expertise, sat across my chest. He spread his legs on either side of my body and was slowly moving his dick into and out of my mouth. Abheet, however, sat down and started flicking his tongue around my entrance. I reflexively clenched my ass and my throat and clutched the bedsheet.

I was awash with waves of pleasure radiating from Abheet’s tongue and culminating at Samir’s dick. I grabbed Samir’s thighs to control his movement in my throat.

Phaaattttt!

Aaaaaaaah!

The sound of a slap and the corresponding reaction reverberated in the room. Abheet had stopped rimming me and spanked Samir hard. Samir whimpered loudly and went deeper into my mouth. Before either of us could figure out what had happened, another spank landed on Samir’s butt-cheek.

“Aapki gand bhi bahut mast hai, Samir bhai,” he said enthusiastically as he ate the virgin hole ravenously. Samir’s moan of pain transformed into one of pleasure while I continued to gag under the dual pressure of my cousins.

Once again, I was at the mercy of Abheet’s rhythm. The more he wiggled his tongue, the faster Samir fucked my mouth. But this time, Abheet’s erect pole was rubbing against mine.

I was about to cum, but suddenly, he moved up, came behind Samir and said, “Samir bhai. Daloon?” As he said this, he gently wedged his dick against Samir’s puckered entrance. His balls grazed my chest.

Samir didn’t reply. Abheet pushed again, “Pyaar se dalunga.” He and Samir were both at a very delicate rhythm, which gave me the time to relax.

“Kitno ki liye ho andar?” Abheet asked.

Samir mumbled, “Dildo. Bas.”

“Aaj asli wala taste karo,” Abheet said, gripping Samir in a purposeful hold.

Samir exhaled deeply and pushed his ass towards Abheet.

Abheet applied some lube, rubbed his lips on Samir’s neck, and at the same time, started penetrating him. He wasn’t the animal he had been with me, but was gentle with Samir. Not that it mattered to me, because as soon as he penetrated Samir, his dick, which was still in my mouth, slipped deeper.

Abheet picked up speed. Samir’s dick moved faster in my mouth with every thrust. I, too, started masturbating. I was getting close when I heard Samir’s moan change. He came down my throat, and as he did, he also started struggling. Abheet understood that Samir was done now. So he pulled himself out, went back and drove himself inside me. My legs were on his shoulders, and he repeatedly slammed into me. At the same time, he started shagging me, and soon enough, he came inside me. Copiously. But I wasn’t done yet.

Oh, what a session it was! The pitstop of that night. There I was, between two spent men, stroking their bodies while I caught my breath. If we had our way, we would have slept there in each other’s arms. But the real world came calling on Samir’s phone. We needed to go back to the wedding.

Samir went into the washroom, freshened up, got dressed and went down. I was hoping that Abheet would shower next, giving me some more time to rest, but he helped me up and took me to the shower. We stood under the cold water for several minutes when Abheet turned me towards him and kissed again. Unlike before, he was so soft and delicate that I couldn’t help but reciprocate. Soon enough, he was ready again, but this time, we didn’t fuck. We made love in the rain! And he made sure that I came too!

“You have done this before, haven’t you?” I asked after emptying my balls on Abheet’s hand. He licked his fingers and gave me a long smooch. Then, he winked at me mysteriously and went out. I joined them all a few minutes later. Tired, but satisfied. I saw Abheet standing on the other side, looking smug. Ashmit was sitting with his wife, looking guilty, while Samir was being his usual funny self.

Shortly afterwards, the photographer took a photo of the four ‘groomsmen’. I smiled inwardly, thinking about the secret backstory of this shot no one would ever know.