Confessions of a Nymphomaniac- Part 3

The week passed quickly. Ro insisted on riding his Motorcycle to the farmhouse instead of driving with me, and we reached our destination by afternoon. I could sense that Rohan wanted to continue the conversation.

The dust settled down in the evening. Rohan got the beef chops from the fridge and started the barbeque. I thought an open terrace with juicy beef chops and a beer would be best for my last confession.

Ro: So, Maa, shall we continue

Me: Sure. So where were we?

Ro: Homework Maa! Arjun’s uncle, remember?

Ah, right! So, the first few days were difficult. I kept looking for an opportunity but had no luck. Then, I stumbled upon a story at ISS.

Ro: Oh! Do you visit that site, too?

Me: Yes, it’s the best one out there. Now, do you want me to continue, or will you keep interrupting like this?

Ro: Sorry, Sorry. Go ahead!

So I found this story series called ‘The Devil in Me’ on ISS. The siblings shared the same names, and the moment I read that, I wanted to be the Priya in that story. It gave me so many ideas and boosted my confidence.

I was running out of time, so I got a new SIM card and texted the link to Arjun Anonymously. The next day onwards, I noticed Arjun staring at me and looking at me differently. I ensured to stay sexy at home and planned a couple of nip slips for Arjun.

On Day 6, I masturbated loudly and could feel a presence at my door. I slowly walked towards the door and suddenly opened it. There he was with his shorts down, shaking his cock, listening to my moans.

No words were exchanged. I pulled Arjun into the room, and we fucked like maniacs. Arjun had cumm twice in me, but I was not satisfied. I used him like a fuck doll and kept sucking his limp dick and rubbing my pussy and asshole on his face.

I kept saying things like, “How do you find your sister’s pussy? Do you like the smell of my ass? Ah! Put your tongue inside my ass, Yes! Yes! Oh, Arjun, let me rub my pussy on your face more. Ah! I’m cumming! Please, please drink my cum. Make your sister happy, ah fuck me more again.”

I came three times that day. Arjun was shocked, terrified, and confused. He had never seen this version of me, fuck him. I never knew I had this personality in me. I explained the context and told him that I was the one who sent him the link. Arjun was excited and wanted to be a part of our little siblings’ cult.

On day 7 of my challenge, I messaged Anju, confirming, “Mission accomplished.” Anju replied with a thumbs-up emoji and typed, “Come over to our place tomorrow, and YES, you can bring your brother.”

Jatin and Anju lived about 5 miles from our place. From my interactions with Jatin, I knew they were a modern family. We reached their home and were welcomed by Pooja Aunty. She was hot and looked young enough to call her didi instead of Aunty. His Dad, Akhil, was well-built too.

Arjun and I were both confused as to why Anju invited us when their parents were home. Surprisingly they were very welcoming and got us some cola from the fridge. We both thanked Pooja Aunty, to which Akhil Uncle interjected and said, “We don’t believe in titles at this house. Please address us as Pooja and Akhil.”

Anju then said we call them by their names, too and shrugged her shoulders. My 6th sense said I had to leave the place ASAP. Those big smiles from Akhil and Pooja were scaring me. But Arjun was getting comfortable with Pooja and responding to her.

Pooja then said there was something important we’d like to discuss with you and took us to their bedroom. Jatin and Anju were asked not to follow and stay in the living room.

As soon as we entered the big room, Akhil said, “We know what the four of you have been up to. We understand things can get tricky at your age, but this should stop, and I have to have a conversation with your parents.”

Arjun started to cry and beg in front of them, but I knew where things were heading. It takes one to know one! I told Arjun to shut up and sit straight.

Me: What do you want?

Pooja: Oh! We have a brave and beautiful one here, Akhil, don’t we?

Arjun: I’m a coward and ugly. Please let me go home.

Pooja then said, “Relax, guys, you make us look like some cannibals from the mountains.”

“All we are saying is, we love our kids. Although we are a modern family, we do not cross the line. We have sex with our doors open, and our kids walk in searching for a charger when we make love and sometimes watch. But we have never engaged physically with them.”

Me: OK! So let me ask again, what do you want?

Akhil: You see, Priya, we know that Jatin and Anju are having sex. They told us, and we advised them not to do such stuff. But here’s the thing: listening to them about you Pooja and I were wondering if the four of us could do it.

Arjun: So, no calling our parents? In that case, I’d love to fuck you, Pooja.

Pooja: Haha, I’d love that too.

Me: Alright, let’s do it!

Akhil was on a recliner in the room, and Arjun was on another seat. Pooja and I were sitting next to each other and making out. She kissed me softly and bit my lip, and I returned the favour and started to squeeze my boobs against hers.

I then got on my knees and walked toward Akhil and helped him get his pants down. Meanwhile, Pooja walked towards Arjun and got herself comfortable on his lap. I then immediately pulled Akhil’s dick out and looked at Arjun while I sucked it.

Arjun saw me sinking Akhil’s huge boner in my mouth and said, “No wonder you were not satisfied with me.”

I stopped sucking Akhil’s dick for a moment and told Arjun, “I love you, bro, you are handsome and smart, and I like your cock better.” I then looked up and told Akhil, “No offence, I like you, but my brother is the best.”

Akhil’s expression gave away that he was a bit annoyed at my remark, and he said, “You know what, Arjun? You may be handsome and younger than me, but my daughter Anju is a lot hotter than your sister. I just like your sister because I heard that she is a filthy whore.”

“Nobody knows that better than me,” Arjun said.

I then stood up with a slutty smile on my face and asked both of them, “Would you like to see what a whore I am?” They both nodded in excitement. Arjun got his dick out and directed Pooja’s hand towards it. She started jerking his dick passionately.

I got behind Akhil and asked him to get in a doggy position, then grabbed his cock and started squeezing it. I then buried my face in Akhil’s ass and moaned and sighed with pure lust.

“How do you like that, Arjun?” I asked. Pooja was now giving Arjun a blowjob, and he was buckling and whispered, “I fucking love it, Priya!” I want you to do that to me he said.

Pooja seemed irritated with all the attention I was getting. So she undressed completely, walked towards the vanity unit and found lipstick. She then grabbed me by my hair and bent me over the chair. I was now in a position where my ass was facing Arjun and Akhil.

Pooja spanked my ass, then found her wet panties and stuffed them into my mouth. She then started to write something on my lower back and ass. Pulling my hair, she made me stand up and turn around and then said, “Why don’t you guys read it out loud?”

“Main Randi hoon mujhe kutiya ki tarah chodo”(I’m a whore, fuck me like a bitch.) Arjun and Akhil both said, reading Pooja’s message.

Seeing Arjun read that and laugh felt like a punch in my gut. I knew we were messing around, but it hurt me and offended me. I didn’t want to be the one who upset the mood, so I kept my head on the chair, hiding my sad face.

It’s funny how lust works when I want to do something kinky. There is no limit. But I hate it when I’m being included in fantasies where I’m not in control. I then heard Akhil walk towards Pooja and ask her to spit on his dick. He then asked Arjun to do the same.

But Arjun politely declined and said, “Move that thing away from me, dude!” Akhil then said, “I guess I’ll have to fuck your sister’s ass with my wife’s spit as lube.” Seconds later, I could feel Pooja’s warm spit and Akihil’s hard dick entering my ass. He started slowly and picked up the pace.

I still had the panties in my mouth and my face covered by others. Then Akhil got his dick out of my asshole and pulled my hair from my back, making me face Pooja and Arjun. Arjun noticed the tears, and his excitement suddenly turned into concern.

He pushed Akhil and hugged me, asking me if I was alright. Pooja joined us, hugged me, and said, “I’m so sorry, honey! I thought you were enjoying it. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I smiled back at both of them and said, “It’s OK, I just felt humiliated,” and insisted that we continue. Pooja had a fake, cunning smile. She slowly pushed me and said, “OK bitch get back to work.”

I turned around and saw Akhil still smiling. I clenched my fists and started punching him and slapping him. He had his guard up and blocked all the punches from my little hands. I cursed at Akhil and said, “Madarchod, Betichod, Harami!” (Motherfucker, Daughter fucker, bastard!)

Akhil fell on his back, and I sat on him. The clever bastard managed to adjust his position and inserted his dick in my pussy while I was beating his face. I then smiled at Akhil, and we fucked for the next 10 Mins.

Pooja then asked Akhil to sit next to her and whispered something in his ear. Judging by the look on Akhil’s face, it was something super exciting.

Pooja: So, how about we invite Anju and Jatin back to the room? We old folks sit down and enjoy watching the four of you do your magic.

Arjun: Hell Yeah!

Me: I’m game!

We were still discussing, and the door flung open. Anju entered the room, holding Jatin’s dick in her hand. Anju walked to me, slapped me, and said, “Don’t you dare raise your hand on Papa again.” She then kissed me and asked me to lie down.

She opened my legs and licked my clit, and softly kissed it. Anju looked at me and smiled. I had a dumb, confused face with my mouth wide open. Anju then moved her head up and down, steadily increasing her speed on my pussy. Then she stuck her tongue on my asshole and circled it for a few minutes.

She finally decided to insert her tongue in my ass slowly and moved it in. I looked at Anju and asked her, “Did you taste your daddy’s cum in my ass?” Embarrassed, she bit my clit hard in retaliation to my teasing.

Then she ran her tongue once more over my glory hole and slowly licked it all the way up to my pussy. Then she looked into my eyes and sucked her finger. She slowly worked it in my ass. Then she started to eat my pussy while finger fucking my asshole. I moaned.

She pulled her finger out and got it close to my nose so I could sniff it, then she stuck it in my mouth as I sucked on it. Anju moved her mouth off my pussy and said, “My turn now. So how will you please your Mistress?” I just sat there, shocked and speechless.

“Of course, I’m going to return the favour, Mistress,” I said.

What transpired between Anju and me next can not be explained in words. Let’s say everyone in the room preferred watching the two of us more pleasurable than participating.

Ro: Holy Molly! What the fuck did you two do for the rest to watch?

Phew! Like I said, it can’t be explained with words. How about I show you? Get up now, heat some mustard oil and come to my room with it. Also, a few bananas, honey, whipped cream, candles, and don’t forget the paper clips.

Ro: What?

The End!

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