Greetings, my horny friends! In my last story, “Widowed Didi Sucked My Cock,” you read how Kajal Didi caught sight of my thick, massive cock, sucked it dry, and sealed a promise to get her pussy pounded. Things got interrupted when Jyoti barged in, forcing Kajal Didi to step back. Jyoti, my sexy neighbor and Kajal Didi’s close friend, had just gotten her college admission sorted by me. I was now packing for Delhi. Here’s what happened next—a tale so hot it’ll make cocks rock-hard and pussies drip!
I was stuffing clothes into my bag in my cramped room, sweat dripping down my bare chest, wearing just a thin pyjama. My cock was still semi-hard from the morning’s sucking, bulging slightly against the fabric. Suddenly, my phone rang—an unknown number. I picked up, “Hello?” A voice as sweet as a nightingale purred, “Can I speak to Vishu Kapoor?” I puffed out my chest, “Yeah, that’s me. Who’s this?” She replied, “I’m Kavita (name changed). I’ve heard you give mind-blowing service—your cock’s a beast. Me and my two friends need you bad.”
I teased, “I’m heading to Delhi soon. I’ll fuck you when I’m back, or find another dick to ride.” Kavita’s voice turned husky, “They say your cock’s thick as hell, long as a rod, and you can fuck for hours. True?” I chuckled, “Damn right it is.” She snapped, “Then get your ass to my farmhouse now. Our pussies are burning—cool them off. Take double the fee and jet off to Delhi.”
My mind raced. “Vishu,” I thought, “train’s in 5 hours. Why ditch a gig? Double cash too—jackpot!” I shouted, “Hell yes, I’m coming!” Kavita gave me the address. I stuffed four packs of condoms in my pocket—gotta be ready for anything. Grabbed my bike and sped to the spot. The wind teased my cock through the pyjama as I rode, imagining three pussies waiting to be ravaged—what a fucking treat!
I reached the farmhouse. A watchman stood outside. “Where’s Kavita?” I asked. He said, “Madam called this morning—she’s coming today. Said a guy would show up, treat him well. I can leave after seating you.” I waved him off, “Go home, I’ll manage.” He plopped me on a plush sofa and split. I sprawled out, legs wide, cock twitching in my pyjama. Ten minutes later, a sleek black Audi screeched to a halt. Out stepped Kajal Didi—her boobs straining her salwar-kameez, ass swaying like a dream. Then Jyoti—smooth cheeks, innocent eyes. Last was a 24-25-year-old milky-skinned bombshell—Kavita, no doubt. Three goddesses marched toward my room.
Kavita strutted in first—this was her farmhouse. Kajal Didi and Jyoti lingered in the drawing room. Kavita eyed me, licked her lips, then called the others in. Kajal Didi burst in, her face lighting up—memories of sucking my cock that morning flashed in her eyes. Jyoti blushed, staring at the floor. Later, Kajal Didi spilled the beans: she’d bragged about my cock to Kavita and orchestrated this whole fuck-fest.
Kajal Didi and Kavita cornered Jyoti. Kajal Didi said, “Listen, Jyoti, your virgin pussy’s seal will break someday. But if some loser’s dick is small or weak, you’ll get no fun. Vishu’s cock is massive—thick, long, and fucks like a machine. Trust us, let him pop your cherry. A big cock tearing you open is pure bliss. Small, thin dicks hurt less but can’t hit your womb. Until a cock slams your womb, you won’t feel real pleasure. Bear a little pain, and heaven’s yours. My first time was with a puny dick—half-assed fun. Second time, a fat cock fucked me—screamed at first, but the ecstasy after? I’ve been a slut for big cocks ever since. I check size and stamina before letting one in.”
Kavita chimed in, “Jyoti, don’t miss this. Vishu’s cock will rip you apart and show you paradise.” Jyoti’s eyes flickered with fear and lust—she nodded yes.
Seeing these three beauties, my cock went wild in my pyjama—throbbing, pitching a tent, aching for pussy. Kajal Didi yanked me up, ripped off my T-shirt—my broad chest bared. Kavita tore off my vest, exposing my toned arms. They made Jyoti pull down my pyjama—I stood stark naked, cock swinging free—long, thick, tip red and pulsing. Kajal Didi ordered, “Jyoti, grab it!” Jyoti’s trembling hands clasped it, just holding. Kajal Didi laughed, “What, just gonna hold it? Play with it!” Jyoti started stroking—back and forth—my cock stiffened more. Kavita growled, “It’s hard now—suck it! Peel the tip, lick it with your tongue. Enjoy it like a pornstar!”
Jyoti dropped to her knees, stuffed my cock in her mouth. Slurp… slurp… Her hot tongue danced on the tip. It swelled—big as a mushroom, red as a tomato. Kajal Didi and Kavita shredded Jyoti’s kurta and salwar. She stood in a white bra and panties—boobs popping, ass tight. Jyoti kept sucking. Kajal Didi unhooked her bra—boobs bounced free—round, plump, nipples hard. I went crazy—wanted to devour them, but held back. My hands kneaded her tits—firm, untouched, pure virgin flesh. Pleasure surged as I squeezed.
Jyoti’s mouth ached from my thick cock. She pulled it out, gasping, “Fuck… it’s too big!” Kajal Didi and Kavita pounced—grabbing my cock and balls. Suck… slurp… They devoured it like starved bitches—Kajal on the tip, Kavita sucking my balls. I ripped off Jyoti’s panties—her pussy bare—pink, wet, virgin. I dove in, licking her clit. She jolted, “Ahh…” like she’d been electrocuted. I fingered her, tongue lashing her clit—pussy hot, dripping. Ten minutes later, her body tensed—her pussy gushed, soaking my face. I kept licking—salty, intoxicating. Jyoti moaned, “Ohh… Vishu Bhaiya!” pressing my head into her pussy, hips bucking.
She screamed, “Enough! I can’t take it—fuck me, tear my pussy apart!” I pulled my tongue out. Sent Kajal Didi to suck her lips—she plunged her tongue into Jyoti’s mouth. Told Kavita to maul and suck her tits—she bit Jyoti’s nipples hard. I peeled my cock’s tip—red, slick—rubbed it on Jyoti’s pussy—wet, ready. Set it at her hole and slammed in—one brutal thrust. Three inches plunged in, tearing her—blood trickled. Jyoti shrieked, “Ahh… I’m dead!” Kajal Didi’s lips muffled her—only “mmm… mmm” escaped. I paused, then fucked her slow with those 3 inches. Kavita’s tit-sucking turned Jyoti’s pain to pleasure—she started grinding her hips.
I pulled back, then rammed again—7 inches buried deep. Jyoti thrashed, “Fuck… it’s splitting me!” Tears welled, fists pounded the bed. I fucked her slow—10 minutes later, she bucked again, pain fading to ecstasy. I yanked my cock out, then slammed full force—root deep. Jyoti wailed, “Ohh… Ma!” Her pussy tore, blood staining the sheets. I stopped for 2 minutes, then resumed—slow, steady thrusts. One hand crushed her left tit—nipple rock-hard under my fingers. The other I sucked—fucking her as I slurped. Jyoti moaned, “Ahh… Vishu Bhaiya, harder! It feels so good!”
I sped up—cock pistoning in and out. She yelled, “Faster!” I fucked her like a freight train—thud-thud-thud… Five minutes later, she came—hot juice sprayed. I didn’t stop—switched positions: her on top, then doggy. Jyoti came 5 times—each time her pussy clenched my cock tight. I was still hard. Nearing my climax, I growled, “Jyoti, where do I cum?” Kajal Didi cut in, “Vishu, my mouth!” I warned, “Didi, it’s dirty—Jyoti’s blood and juice all over.” She grinned, “So what? I want your load. I’ll lick it clean—blood and all.”
I pulled out—cock sticky with blood and cum—shoved it in Kajal Didi’s mouth. Fucked her face like a pussy—thump-thump… Her tongue lapped the mess. Eight thrusts, and I erupted—thick, hot cum flooded her throat. She gulped it down, savoring every drop, sucking till my cock gleamed and stood tall again.
Jyoti grabbed me—I collapsed on her. She wrapped around me like a vine, kissing me wild—biting my lips, licking my cheeks, teeth grazing my neck. Kavita asked, “Jyoti, how was the fuck?” Panting, Jyoti said, “Didi, pure heaven. Thank you both!” Then her eyes fell on her pussy—my cum, her juice, and blood oozing out. The sheet bore a huge bloodstain. She stared, shocked—touching her pussy, then gaping at the mess.
Soon, Jyoti needed to pee. She tried standing but collapsed—her pussy torn, aching. I scooped her up naked—her tits rubbed my chest. Carried her to the bathroom, sat her down. Cleaned her pussy with water—fingering out the blood and juice. It was pink, swollen. We rested 30 minutes—Jyoti nestled against my chest. Then Kajal Didi and Kavita’s turn. Both were seasoned sluts—pussies and asses loose. I fucked Kajal Didi doggy-style—her tits dangled as I pounded her ass. Flipped Kavita over—licked her pussy, then rammed her ass. Banged both, every hole ravaged.
This was my one-cock, three-pussy fuck saga. Tell me, friends, how’d you like it?
How nice it will be to have a video shoot even for reading I am searching for a jyoti like girl who will do bj and take from me a cum swallow