Rape and Revenge

Hey, all you sexy bhabhis from Lucknow, your Aakash is back with a steamy, mind-blowing story that’ll make your pussy tingle with excitement. After reading this, you might crave my cock, and trust me, it’s always ready to serve you.

This happened back when I was in my final year of engineering. I was 22, tall at 5’10”, wheatish complexion, with a light beard that girls went crazy for. My neighbors were a family with four daughters, two sons, and their parents. The eldest daughter, Rachna, 25, was married. The second, Madhavi, 23, had a chubby face, dark eyes, and long, thick hair that made her irresistible. The third, Nisha, 20, was a stunner—fair, slim waist, medium height, with eyes you could drown in. The youngest, Pooja, 18, was freshly blossomed, bubbly, and innocent but with a seductive charm. One brother was my age, 21, and the other was about 12. This story is set in 1990, when love was all about letters and stolen glances, no mobiles.

Our families were close, always chatting and joking. Nisha’s beauty made us click instantly. She was in 12th, four years younger, a science student. I’d get her to do my homework sometimes, and in return, I’d tutor her. That’s how we got close. Slowly, we fell in love, confessing our feelings to each other. We’d use homework as an excuse to talk about love, unable to stay apart. Her smile, those intoxicating eyes, and the dimple on her cheek when she laughed drove me wild.

One day, a letter came from Nisha’s nana saying her nani was seriously ill and needed one of the daughters to help. Rachna was married, Madhavi refused to go, and Pooja was too young. So, Nisha had to go. We cried buckets, but what could we do? It was her family’s call. We parted ways. It was Diwali, with colorful lights and sweets everywhere, but my heart was heavy. For a month, we exchanged letters, pouring our hearts out. Then, I kept writing, but her replies stopped. I was restless, wondering what happened to make her ghost me.

Two months later, Nisha returned. I was over the moon, dying to meet her. But she started avoiding me, keeping her distance. It hit me like a truck. I tried hard to find out why she was acting so cold, but she wouldn’t say a word. I noticed she was sharing everything with her younger sister, Pooja. My blood boiled. I swore I’d take revenge, and I’d do it through Pooja.

Two years passed. I’d finished engineering, and Pooja, now 18, was in 12th. I offered to help her with her exams, and she and her dad agreed. She’d come over daily for an hour or two to study. Slowly, I charmed her, and she became crazy about me. After study sessions, I asked her about Nisha. That’s when I learned Nisha had fallen for a guy named Pramod, her mama’s brother-in-law, while staying at her nana’s place. They’d grown close and fallen in love. Hearing this, I broke down but then steeled myself and focused on Pooja.

A year later, Madhavi and Nisha got married in a joint wedding. Their house now had their parents, two bhabhis, and Pooja. Pooja was so smitten with me she couldn’t live without me. She’d taken up a mehndi course and became an expert in two months, taking wedding orders. I’d meet her every week outside, spending three hours together before heading home. One day, I asked, “What can you give me?” She said, “I’d give my life for you. Tell me what you want.” I replied, “Not your life, something else.” She said, “I’m all yours. Take whatever you want.” I said, “Fine, we’ll go to a hotel.”

She agreed, “Whatever you say.” I told her, “Not now, two days later. Come prepared.” She nodded. Two days later, she told her dad she had a big mehndi order, might get late, and not to worry if she stayed out all night. We met at a nice hotel. Pooja looked stunning, dressed like a bride in a red choli and lehnga, her fair skin glowing, her slim waist and peeking small boobs driving me nuts. I was already fucking her in my mind, thrilled at the chance to settle scores with Nisha.

As soon as we entered the hotel room, I grabbed her, lifting her into my arms and tossing her onto the bed. Her chest pressed against mine, and I squeezed her so tight she screamed, “Ohh, ma! Darling, let go, I can’t breathe!” I didn’t let up. She screamed again, so I released her. I laid her on the bed and pulled off her dupatta. She was in her choli and lehnga now. I started kissing her lips hungrily. She closed her eyes, moaning softly, lost in pleasure. Slowly, I unhooked her choli, slid off her lehnga, and there she was—completely naked. I stripped too, my cock already throbbing.

God, she looked hot! Her small, round boobs with pink nipples and her clean-shaved, soft, pink pussy were a sight to behold. She’d shaved it just for this, clearly ready to get fucked. Her plump, juicy pussy made my mouth water. Driven by revenge, I pounced on her like a starving tiger. She yelped, “Ouch, ma! Who jumps like that?” I growled, “This is nothing. Wait and see what’s coming.” She panicked, “What are you gonna do? Please, don’t do anything!” I said, “You said you’d give me everything. Scared already?” She pleaded, “Take whatever you want, but do it with love. Let me enjoy too.”

I bit her cheek hard, leaving teeth marks. She rubbed her face, wincing. Then I attacked her boobs, grabbing them with both hands and squeezing so hard her eyes welled up. She cried, “Aahh! Ohhh! Ma, I’m dying, let go!” I snapped, “You didn’t ruin anything, but your sister ruined me. You’ll pay for it.” She asked, “What did my sister do?” I said, “She loved me and left me.” She replied, “What’s my fault? I love you with all my heart. I’ll never leave you.”

I said, “But I don’t want you. I just want revenge.” She got scared, “No, you can’t do this. I’ll give you everything, but take it with love.” I barked, “Shut up! Enough talk. Now face the punishment for your sister’s betrayal.” I took her lips in mine, sucking and biting hard. She couldn’t do anything but endure it. I kept licking and biting her lips for half an hour until they were swollen and red.

Then I moved to her boobs, licking and biting them. She screamed, “Ohh, darling! You’ll kill me! My soul’s leaving me!” I ignored her, her tears flowing nonstop. I licked her entire body, then reached her pussy. As I started licking her soft, wet pussy, she began to enjoy it, moaning, “Aahh! Mmm, feels so good!” I didn’t say a word and bit her pussy hard. She screamed, “Ohh, ma! You’ve killed me!” and started crying. After licking her pussy for half an hour, she calmed down.

I placed my 7.5-inch long, 3-inch thick cock near her mouth and told her to lick it. She refused, but I forced her. She started licking my cock reluctantly. As soon as she opened her mouth a bit, I shoved it in deep. She gagged, “Ughhh!” but I didn’t pull out. She was crying, struggling to breathe. Feeling a bit of pity, I pulled out. She held her mouth, unable to speak.

I laid her down, placed a pillow under her ass, cleaned my cock, and positioned it at her pussy. She begged, “It’s my first time. Have mercy, go slow.” I didn’t listen and pushed, but it slipped out. I aligned my cock again, applied slight pressure, and got the tip in. She tried pushing me back, but I didn’t budge. Thinking of Nisha, I gave a hard thrust, getting 2 inches in. She screamed, “Ohh, ma! Take it out! I’ll die!” She was sobbing loudly. Ignoring her, I thrust again, harder. She yelled, “Ohhh! Ma!” and tried to get up but couldn’t. She flailed like a trapped bird.

I was in pain too, but my revenge blinded me. Before she could recover, I pulled out slightly and thrust with double the force. I felt something tear inside. My entire cock went in, and she screamed so loud she passed out. I felt something warm—her pussy was bleeding heavily. Scared, I collapsed on top of her. My cock hurt like hell; her pussy was insanely tight, like a young girl’s.

She was unconscious, so I pulled out and tried to wake her. My cock’s tip was swollen but got better soon. An hour later, she still wasn’t awake, and the bleeding didn’t stop. I carried her to the bathroom and put her under the shower. Ten minutes later, she came to and started pushing me away. I carried her back to the bed and got ready to fuck her again. She was conscious but too weak to resist. This time, I got my whole cock in with two thrusts. She was crying but couldn’t speak. I fucked her relentlessly for 20 minutes. Then she started holding me, moaning in pleasure despite the pain.

It was 8 PM. I kept fucking her until 8:30. Then I took her to the bathroom, bathed her thoroughly. She felt better but couldn’t walk properly. I laid her on the bed, ordered food, and we ate, feeling relaxed. We talked a lot, then I got her ready again and attacked her pussy. It bled again, but she enjoyed it this time, moaning loudly. We fucked like crazy until 6 AM, seven rounds in all. Her pussy was wrecked, swollen like a kachori. She couldn’t even touch it.

After two hours of rest, we bathed and left for home separately. Later, I fucked her many times, but gently. One day, she got Nisha to fuck me after her marriage when she visited home. How that happened, I’ll tell next time. What did you think of my story, friends? Drop a reply!