Guys, it had only been a few days since me and my two buddies—Zubair, Mohsin, and Changez—rented a tiny room in a cramped colony. All three of us, 21 years old, were in the same college. I’m Zubair, tall, muscular, wheatish complexion, with a light beard and a filthy mouth. Mohsin’s lean, wiry, always lost in dirty sex stories, his tongue so sharp it could make any bhabhi wet just by talking. Changez, solid build, dark skin, serious face, but the mention of a hot bhabhi would get his dick rock hard. We had one obsession—married women with those sexy mangalsutras, curvy, and slutty. The colony had plenty of them, but our target was the house next door, practically glued to our room.
Our place and the neighbor’s house were so close that the rooftops were connected. There was a small courtyard between them, with an iron grille for air and light. That chilly afternoon, Mohsin and I were on the roof, smoking cigarettes. The cool breeze was blowing, and the smoke was swirling in the air. Suddenly, we heard a woman’s voice from the courtyard below, “Hey… stop it, don’t be dirty!” Her tone was playful, with a hint of hesitation. Mohsin and I exchanged glances and crept toward the grille to peek.
Down in the courtyard, there was a washbasin. Next to it, a glass reeking of booze. A guy, about 25-26, broad shoulders, tight jeans, and a black tee, was yanking at a saree. The woman was inside a room, out of sight, but her giggling voice was clear, “Don’t pull the saree like that, you bastard, it’ll tear!” The guy laughed, “Let it tear, your pussy’s safe, isn’t it?” He gave it a hard tug. Then the woman stepped out—wearing just a black petticoat and a tight blouse. She crashed into the guy and melted into his arms.
My brain froze. It was Pragna Bhabhi from next door! Pragna, 28, dusky, with a killer body, 36D tits, and a shiny mangalsutra dangling around her neck. We saw her every day—saree-clad, pallu over her head, all sweet and proper. Her husband, some government worker, was always away. And now, here she was, acting like a total slut with this guy. Her petticoat was hiked up to her thighs, and her blouse was straining against her massive tits.
The guy pinned Pragna Bhabhi against the wall and smashed his lips onto hers. She pushed back lightly, “Hey… someone might see, you dog!” But her voice dripped with excitement. He ignored her, groping her 36D tits over her blouse. Pragna’s breathing got heavy, “Uhh… bastard, slow down… you’ll hurt me!” But she was already tugging at the drawstring of her petticoat. It came loose, dropped to the floor, revealing her black panties. She whispered, “Hurry up, you fucker, we don’t have time!” The guy knelt, slowly pulling her panties down, and grinned, “Fuck, what a smooth pussy… shaved this morning, you slut?”
He buried his face in her pussy, licking hard. Pragna’s moans echoed, “Ohh… fuck… lick it, you bastard… eat my pussy!” She grabbed his head, pressing it into her crotch, her ass wiggling in pleasure. Her other hand fumbled with her blouse hooks. One by one, her massive tits were freed, barely contained by her black bra. Her tits bounced with every breath. The guy grabbed the glass, took a swig of booze, and went back to eating her out. Pragna’s moans turned to screams, “Ohh… fuck… harder… suck my pussy, you dog!”
She snatched the glass and downed the rest of the booze in one gulp. Then she bolted toward the room, “Come on, inside… this place isn’t safe!” The guy chased after her. From the grille, we could only see their feet. Her dirty talk floated out, “Fuck… be careful… stick it in my pussy, not my ass!” Their feet vanished, leaving only his visible. A bit later, they were back in the courtyard. The guy had Pragna in his arms, her bra gone, 36D tits pressed against his chest.
Pragna grabbed the bathroom door and laughed, “Now put it in the right hole, you keep aiming for my ass, you bastard!” She wrapped her legs around his waist. He positioned his 8-inch, thick cock at her pussy and slid it in slowly. Pragna screamed, “Fuck… ohh… it’s so thick, you bastard… go slow!” The wet, slapping sound of flesh filled the air. He pounded her hard, thrusting up from below. Pragna bounced in his arms, “Fuck me… harder… rip my pussy apart!” Her tits jiggled with every thrust, her mangalsutra swinging wildly. He grabbed her round ass, “What a fucking ass, you slut… take it!”
Her screams got louder, “Ohh… fuck… faster… my pussy’s tearing!” He sped up, the wet slaps echoing. Pragna was yelling, “Fuck… you’re killing me… harder… grind my pussy!” He slapped her ass hard, “Take it, you whore!” He was drilling her pussy deep. Her moans turned into wild screams, “Ohh… fuck… my pussy’s on fire… keep fucking me!”
He set her down and bent her over like a dog. Pragna’s round ass was in the air, her pussy wet and red. He slammed his cock back into her pussy and started pounding hard. The wet slaps were loud. Pragna screamed, “Ohh… fuck… you bastard, rip my pussy!” He grabbed her waist and fucked her faster, “Take it… your pussy’s so tight, you slut!” He spanked her ass, and with every slap, her screams got louder, “Fuck… you’re killing me… harder!”
After about 20 minutes of fucking, Pragna’s pussy was dripping, her body glistening with sweat. Then her eyes flicked up to the grille, locking with mine. She panicked, “Fuck… stop, you bastard… someone’s up there… get out!” He pulled out fast, and they bolted back to the room. Mohsin and I scrambled away from the grille.
Back in our room, we told Changez everything. His cock was rock hard, “Fuck, Pragna Bhabhi’s pussy… I need a taste!” He was losing it. I smirked and showed them the video I’d secretly recorded on my phone. We decided to use it to our advantage.
Day 1: Zubair’s Turn and the Blackmail
The next afternoon, I got back from college. Mohsin and Changez were still there. Pragna Bhabhi was outside, drying her wet hair, her blue saree clinging to her curvy body, her 36D tits popping out. She saw me and called softly, “Hey… come inside for a sec…” I followed her in. She’d just showered, her saree sticking to her ass and tits, making her look even hotter. She said, “What you saw yesterday… don’t tell anyone… it’s about my reputation!” Her voice was shaky, but her eyes had a spark of lust.
I saw my chance. “Alright, Bhabhi… but there’s a catch.” I pulled out my phone and played the video. Her face went pale. She begged, “Zubair, please… delete it… my life will be ruined!” I leaned in, “Here’s the deal. You let me and my two friends—Mohsin and Changez—fuck you however we want, whenever we want. If not, this video goes to your husband and the whole colony.”
Pragna’s eyes welled up, her hands trembling. “Please… don’t do this… I’ll be destroyed!” I stayed firm, “Then you’re our slut from now on. Do everything we say, or this video spreads like wildfire.” She hung her head, tears in her eyes, and whispered, “Okay… but no one else can know.” I grinned, “Good. From today, you’re our dirty little whore.”
She nodded, her breathing heavy. I grabbed her saree pallu and yanked it off. She gasped, “Hey… easy…” but her eyes betrayed her—she was already getting turned on. I pinned her against the wall and kissed her hard, sucking her lips. Her breaths quickened, “Uhh… Zubair… someone might come!” But she was unbuttoning my shirt. I ripped off her saree, then her blouse hooks. Her 36D tits were trapped in a black bra. I tore it off, her massive tits bouncing free, mangalsutra dangling between them. I sucked one nipple hard, “Fuck… suck my tits… harder!” I squeezed the other, and she screamed, “Ohh… easy, you bastard… it hurts!”
I yanked off her petticoat and panties. Her pussy was soaking wet. I knelt and licked her clit, slurping her juices. Pragna moaned, “Ohh… fuck… lick it… eat my pussy!” I slid two fingers inside her and kept licking. She was shaking, “Fuck… harder… rip my pussy!” Her juices were dripping into my mouth.
I stood, dropped my jeans and boxers. My 7-inch cock, thick and hard, sprang free. Pragna gasped, “Fuck… it’s so thick… go slow!” I laid her on the table, spread her legs, and rubbed my cock against her pussy. I pushed in slowly. She screamed, “Fuck… ohh… my pussy’s tearing… slow!” The wet slaps started. I fucked her with slow, deep thrusts, “Take it, you slut… feels good, huh?” She panted, “Fuck me… deeper… tear my pussy!” Her tits bounced, mangalsutra swinging with every thrust.
I grabbed her ass, “What a fucking ass, you whore!” and slapped it hard. She screamed, “Ohh… you’re killing me… fuck me harder!” I bent her over like a dog, her round ass in the air. I slammed my cock into her pussy and pounded hard. The wet slaps echoed. Pragna screamed, “Ohh… fuck… rip my pussy, you bastard!” I grabbed her waist, fucking faster, “Take it… your pussy’s so tight!” I slapped her ass again, “Scream, you whore!” She yelled, “Fuck… harder… my pussy’s burning!”
I ramped up the pace, her body slick with sweat. After 40 minutes of fucking, Pragna was panting, “Fuck… you’ve worn me out, you bastard!” But her voice was full of pleasure. She collapsed on the table, her 36D tits heaving, mangalsutra stuck to her sweaty skin.
Day 2: Mohsin’s Turn
Next day, it was Mohsin’s turn. His 6-inch cock, long and thin, was rock hard since morning. He got back from college and went straight to Pragna’s house. She was in a red saree, wet hair, her blouse tight against her tits. She saw him and said, “You’re here? Come in…” As she locked the door, Mohsin grabbed her waist, “Bhabhi, that video’s still with us. Today, I’m gonna drain your pussy!” Pragna stayed silent, her breaths heavy.
He pushed her onto the bed and kissed her neck. Pragna whispered, “Mohsin… slow… someone might hear!” But she was already unzipping his jeans. Mohsin tore off her saree, unhooked her blouse, and freed her 36D tits. He sucked them hard, “Fuck, Bhabhi… what juicy tits!” Pragna moaned, “Ohh… easy… my tits will bruise!”
He ripped off her petticoat and panties. Her pussy was wet. He stood in front of her, shoving his cock near her mouth, “Suck it, you slut… get my dick wet!” Pragna hesitated, “Hey… that’s dirty…” but then took his cock in her mouth, “Mmm… so hard!” Mohsin grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, “Suck it, you whore… deeper!”
He laid her on the bed, put her legs on his shoulders, and slid his 6-inch cock into her pussy. Pragna screamed, “Fuck… ohh… it’s long… go slow!” The wet slaps started. Mohsin fucked her with fast, bouncy thrusts, “Take it, you slut… you love it, don’t you?” She moaned, “Fuck me… deeper… get inside my pussy!” Her tits bounced, mangalsutra swinging.
He flipped her over and fucked her doggy style. Slapping her ass, he said, “What a hot ass, Bhabhi!” Pragna screamed, “Ohh… fuck… suck my pussy dry!” The wet slaps were loud. Mohsin grabbed her hair, fucking faster, “Take it… your pussy’s so wet!” He spanked her ass, “Scream, you whore!” She yelled, “Fuck… harder… my pussy’s tearing!”
After 35 minutes of fucking, Pragna was panting, “Fuck… I’m done…” She collapsed on the bed, her body soaked in sweat.
Day 3: Changez’s Turn
On the third day, it was Changez’s turn. His 7.5-inch cock, thick and veiny, was driving him crazy. He went to Pragna’s house in the afternoon. She was in a green saree, pallu slightly off, her 36D tits popping out of her blouse. She saw him and said, “You’re here? Come in…” As she locked the door, Changez said, “Bhabhi, I’ve got the video too. Today, I’m fucking your ass!” Pragna stayed quiet, her breaths heavy.
Changez yanked off her saree and pinned her against the wall. He groped her 36D tits over her blouse, “Fuck, what hot tits, you slut!” Pragna moaned, “Ohh… easy… you’ll hurt me!” He tore off her blouse, her black bra exposed. He ripped it off and sucked her tits, “Fuck… so juicy!” He bit her nipples. Pragna screamed, “Ohh… slow… they’ll bruise!”
He tore off her petticoat and panties. Her pussy was wet. He laid her on the floor and spat on her pussy, “Take it, you slut… this is gonna be fun!” He licked her pussy hard, Pragna screaming, “Ohh… fuck… eat my pussy… harder!” Changez slid a finger inside and kept licking, “What a hot pussy, Bhabhi!”
He dropped his jeans. His 7.5-inch cock was rock hard. Pragna gasped, “Fuck… it’s huge… go slow!” Changez bent her over on the floor and slid his cock into her pussy. Pragna screamed, “Fuck… ohh… it’s tearing me… slow!” The wet slaps started. Changez fucked her with deep, hard thrusts, “Take it, you slut… your pussy’s heaven!” She moaned, “Fuck me… deeper… rip my pussy!” Her tits dragged on the floor, mangalsutra swinging.
Changez slapped her ass hard, “What a fucking ass!” He grabbed her hair, fucking harder, “Scream, you whore!” Pragna yelled, “Ohh… fuck… grind my pussy!” The wet slaps were loud. After 30 minutes of fucking, Pragna was panting, “Fuck… I’m done…” She collapsed on the floor, her body soaked in sweat.
Day 4: Gangbang
On the fourth day, we decided to fuck Pragna together. We went to her house in the afternoon. She was in a black saree, pallu resting on her 36D tits, mangalsutra gleaming. She saw us and froze, “What… all three of you?” I pulled out my phone and played the video, “Bhabhi, this video’s still with us. Today, we fuck you however we want, or this goes viral.” Pragna’s face went pale, “Please… don’t… my life will be over!” I smirked, “Then be our slut today. Do everything we say.”
She hung her head, tears in her eyes, “Okay… but no one else can know.” I grinned, “Get ready, you whore!” Suddenly, her eyes changed—fear turned to raw, slutty lust. She smirked, “What are you dogs waiting for? Fuck me already!” Her voice dripped with horny defiance.
I tore off her saree, “Shut up, you slut… we’re gonna wreck your pussy and ass!” Mohsin ripped her blouse, her black bra exposed. Changez tore it off and spat on her 36D tits, “Take it, you whore… suck these!” He squeezed her tits hard, biting her nipples. Pragna screamed, “Ohh… fuck… easy, you dogs… my tits will bruise!” But she pushed her tits forward, begging for more.
I ripped off her petticoat and panties. Her pussy was dripping, her ass round and tight. Mohsin spat on her face and shoved his 6-inch cock in her mouth, “Suck it, you slut… get my dick wet!” Pragna sucked it eagerly, “Mmm… so hard… give me more!” She took his cock deep, her eyes wild with lust. Mohsin grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, “Suck it, you whore… deeper!”
I spat on her pussy and slammed my 7-inch cock inside. Pragna screamed, “Fuck… ohh… it’s tearing me… harder!” The wet slaps echoed. Changez spat on her ass and worked his 7.5-inch cock into her tight hole. Pragna screamed, “No… not my ass… it’ll rip!” But she pushed her ass back, craving it. Changez slid in slowly, “Take it, you slut… your ass is fucking heaven!”
The wet slaps were deafening. I pounded her pussy hard, “Take it, you whore… you love it, don’t you?” Mohsin fucked her mouth, slapping her cheeks, “Suck it, you slut… harder!” Changez drilled her ass, “Fuck, what a tight ass!” Pragna’s screams filled the room, “Ohh… fuck… you’re tearing my pussy and ass!” Her 36D tits bounced wildly, mangalsutra swinging with every thrust.
I grabbed her mangalsutra and yanked it off, “Take it, you bitch… you’re our whore now!” I spat on her neck and slapped her tits. Pragna moaned, “Fuck… hit me… fuck me harder!” Changez spanked her ass hard, “Bark, you bitch!” Pragna panted, “Woof… woof… fuck me, you dogs!” Mohsin spat on her face and shoved his cock deeper, “Suck it, you whore… I’ll wreck your mouth!”
We switched positions. I laid her on the floor, put her legs on my shoulders, and slammed into her pussy. Changez fucked her ass, and Mohsin fucked her mouth. Pragna screamed, “Ohh… fuck… my pussy and ass are on fire… harder!” Her body was slick with sweat and spit. I spat on her tits and slapped them, “Take it, you whore… scream!” Changez spanked her ass, “Bark, you bitch!” Pragna yelled, “Woof… woof… fuck my pussy and ass… tear me apart!”
Mohsin pulled out and shot his cum on her face, “Take it, you slut… decorate your face!” I fucked her pussy harder, “Take it, you bitch… I’ll wreck your cunt!” Changez pounded her ass, “What a fucking ass, you whore!” Pragna’s screams were wild, “Ohh… fuck… you bastards, you’re ripping my pussy and ass… keep fucking me!”
We switched again. Changez lifted her, her legs around his waist, and fucked her pussy. I slammed into her ass from behind. Mohsin grabbed her head and fucked her mouth. The wet slaps were deafening, Pragna’s screams echoing, “Ohh… fuck… tear my pussy, ass, and mouth!” Her body was drenched in sweat, spit, and cum.
After 70 minutes of relentless fucking, I shot my cum in her pussy, Changez in her ass, and Mohsin on her face and tits. Pragna collapsed on the floor, panting, her body a mess of sweat, spit, and cum. Her pussy and ass were red, her neck marked with cum instead of her mangalsutra. She gasped, “You dogs… you fucked me raw… but I fucking loved it!” Her eyes sparkled with slutty satisfaction.
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