Cousins ravished me at wedding 2

Samir bhai was on his back, while I was on top of him. I was riding him in the ‘cowgirl’ position. I was facing him, but leaning back while he was trying to go deeper inside me. My eyes rolled back as I lowered myself further on his manhood. He was constantly stretching his legs and curling his toes as I increased my speed. Hoping to see the waves of lust flash across his red face, I opened my eyes, but what I saw made me scream.

The door of our room, evidently unlocked, was open, and Ashmit (son of my mother’s sister, 38M, fair, geeky looks, moderately hairy, married with) was standing there wide-eyed. Ashmit had always been one of the ‘golden boys’ who never did anything wrong and was held in the highest regard by everyone. So when I saw him at the door, I went blank. Our eyes locked while I continued riding Samir. After about ten seconds, I came to my senses and yelped. Samir opened his eyes, looked towards the door, shouted “madarch*d” (mother*cker) and started convulsing. He was cuming inside me and at the same time, trying to extricate himself. It was all so sudden, messy and violent that I fell off the bed. Samir, in the midst of his orgasm, snatched the blanket to cover himself, though he kept cuming for several seconds under the blanket. I, however, was on the floor with nothing to hide myself.

Ashmit came inside, closed the door and looked at us furiously, as if ready to explode. “Lok-laaj sab chhod diye ho tum log? Ghar-samaaj ke bare me kuchh khayal hai ki wo bhi gand me thoons liye ho?” he whispered viciously. Since I had fallen off the bed, and since I was the younger of the two, the barrage of his anger fell on Samir. Ashmit, with one hand in his pocket and the other on his waist, was breathing fire, and Samir was rapidly tearing up.
“Please bhaiya, kisi ko mat batana ye sab,” I said as I crawled towards Ashmit and grabbed his leg in submission. Startled, he tried to take a step back, but I had gripped him so tightly that he ended up pulling me with him.

“Chhodo mere pair,” he said in disgust. He looked down at me in contempt, as if I were something dirty stuck to his shoes.

“Please bhaiya, aap jo bhi bolenge main wo karne ke liye taiyar hoon,” I said, trying to kneel in front of him.

I looked up at him in a helpless sort of way and noticed that, despite his rage, he was hard! Without stopping to think, I audaciously licked his erection over his pants.

He jumped back, saying, “Kya kar raha hai?”

I moved towards him, still on my knees, and clutched his boner, saying, “Man to aapka bhi kar hi raha hai,” I said, and licked it again. He flinched but didn’t move.

His face had gone red. He didn’t say anything but kept shaking his head. I stroked his dick, which had become harder.

“Please,” I whispered again. Though he did not acquiesce, he didn’t shake his head either.

I put my hands inside his zip and rubbed the underwear. He reflexively spread his legs a little. Yet, he remained stoic. Holding his gaze, my fingers gripped, squeezed and ultimately freed the 7-inch light brown lust trapped between his legs.

I held his manhood in my fists and moved it forward and backwards. His breathing was ragged, his hands were shivering slightly, but he was standing ramrod straight without any reaction.

I took his entire dick in my mouth. He gasped. I let out a sigh of relief. It was his first time experiencing the pleasure of a mouth; apparently, his wife didn’t blow. I clutched his thighs and began sucking him in earnest. After about half a minute, he caught my head and started guiding his dick into my mouth and throat. I smiled inwardly. He was now equally guilty in our clandestine fornication.

Even so, he was still very rigid in his posture. He wouldn’t let me open his pants. I tried tucking out his balls, but he didn’t allow that either. Yet, I could sense that his resistance was falling rapidly. The only sign that he was actually enjoying came from his uneven and hitched breathing.

I slowed down my sucking and played with his dick. I swirled my tongue inside, occasionally brushing his pink head and tasting the precum. He grew louder. His legs were shaking. His grip on my hair tightened again. I swallowed him whole and used my fingers to pry out one of his balls. Before he realised what was happening, I took the freed orb in my mouth and swirled, and tugged, and turned my face. He let out a louder iiiiiissssssssssshhhhhhh just as I managed to free the other testicle out of his zipper.

His grip on my hair relaxed, and he let out a momentary sigh of relief. In the next second, I held him by his balls and engulfed his pole. He gasped again. I alternated between his dick and his balls. He was rapidly reaching his limit. His moans became louder and more frequent. His dick was pulsating. I squeezed both his butts and pushed him deeper. My body erupted in goosebumps. He seized my hair and tried pulling himself out. I resisted. His grip on my hair was too tight. I gave in. He tore himself away. I began coughing loudly. But as he withdrew, he started cuming in big dollops. Some in my mouth. Some on my hair. And some on my face. I knew I had ‘tamed’ him. A sigh of relief!

Before I could regain my breath, I felt a dick entering me from behind. A hand grabbed my hair and pushed me towards Ashmit. He was, to my immense surprise, still erect and fucked my mouth slowly. At the same time, Samir started with slow but deep thuds behind. I was being pig-roasted between them.

This continued for several minutes. I was blowing Ashmit, who had gone pensive again, while Samir was pounding me fiercely. He squeezed my chest, brought his face next to mine, and whispered, “Inse c*ud*ge?” And without waiting for an answer, Samir took me by my hair and turned me around.

Samir pushed his dick in my mouth and bent forward to spread my butt-cheeks. He slapped my hole a couple of times. Ashmit, apparently still in the post-nut haze, didn’t react at all. He just stood there with his pole laced with my saliva and his cum. Samir bent further, caught Ashmit’s dick and guided him towards my bussy. Taking Samir’s hint, I wedged Ashmit’s dick behind me and pushed myself on it.

Ooooooooohhhh! Ashmit, who was passive so far, gradually got into it. Soon, he lifted my legs and started ramming me while my head was fixed on Samir’s crotch. Every insertion was so powerful that I moved along Samir’s dick.

It was an extremely uncomfortable position, though I enjoyed being taken with such aggression. Soon enough, we were all out of breath. To his credit, though, Ashmit was hitting at the right spot every time. He hit. I moaned. He hit. I groaned. He hit. I whimpered. And Samir was reacting to our sounds. I was gagging. I couldn’t take it anymore. I started scratching Samir’s thighs. He buckled and lifted my head.

A second’s pause.

Then both of them pushed their manhood into me. I squirmed. Ashmit gave another thrust, dropped my legs, lost his balance and fell on me. His hands were tightly wrapped around my waist. His breath was spreading across my back. He was cumming inside me. Seeing this, Samir orgasmed a second time.

“At least Darwaja to band kar lete!” A new voice rang in the room, startling us all.