Update 40
Author's Note: This chapter is to recap what happened that night after Jhanvi left Pooja Didi alone with Suraj and Karan all night. The next chapter 21 will be out shortly, and I hope everyone enjoys this appetizer of a story about Pooja Didi's first night of debauchery with our two studs.
***
"Now that she's gone. Anything you guys want to do next?" Pooja Didi asked, closing the door behind her. Her pink saree tied low on her hips giving us a nice view of her sexy, bare waistline. The thin pallu draped across her left shoulder, barely covering her deep-cut made her look like a sexy actress from a Bollywood movie.
Infact, my gorgeous Didi actually looked better than almost any actress. Afterall, she was all natural, gorgeous face, curvy body and big tits I had fallen in love with, while Bollywood actresses have a lot of makeup and stuff to make them look good.
Karan eyed her lustfully, reaching up and gently caressing her bare waist, "Well, I have a few ideas..."
"I bet you do..." Pooja Didi said, rolling her eyes and pinching his cheek affectionately. "But maybe we should order something to eat first? I'm starving! And I'll bet both of you are too, especially after our earlier... intense workout!"
"I agree... Let's eat first... And THEN... Then we can have our dessert!" I suggested with a roguish wink.
"Oh god you two can be such idiots, sometimes. Dinner first and then dessert..." Pooja Didi replied, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "Men!"
"Hey, how can a guy ignore the obvious when you look so damn sexy, even in a Saree!" I teased, reaching out and pulling her towards me, her lips just inches away from mine, "And don't tell me that you are not excited about being fucked again?"
"Maybe..." She whispered in a soft, seductive voice, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "But only if you two are behave!"
"Oh, we'll be good alright... and so will you..." I murmured, pressing my lips against hers, "A good slut for our cocks."
Didi moaned into the kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could feel her hands snaking up to my chest, running over the muscles as she bit my lip passionately. She was in the mood; I could definitely tell.
"Okay, lovebirds..." Karan chuckled, "Let's eat first, before you two decide to skip the dinner and go straight for the 'Dessert'!"
Pooja Didi blushed at his words, pulling away from me. She turned to him and playfully smacked his chest. "Oh shush, you! You go order us some dinner!" She ordered, pointing towards the living room. "And in the meanwhile, I'll go fry up some of those aloo-pakodas you two loved back then!"
She traced her fingers across both our lips seductively before turning around and heading to the kitchen leaving two very horny guys eyeing her curvy figure from behind.
"She's so fucking hot, man!" Karan whispered, his eyes following Pooja Didi's ass, "I can't believe you have both, her and Jhanvi, to yourself every day!" He added, looking at me with clear jealousy in his eyes.
"Oh, come on, you have your own share of beautiful women. You've got Disha to fuck 24x7. Not to mention, my sister is practically staying with you for the last few days, under the pretext of studying with Disha. Don't tell me you aren't taking full advantage of the situation with two sluts like them staying with you!" I said with a chuckle, punching his shoulder, "You're just as lucky as me!"
"Yeah, I know..." he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head "I still wonder how two nerds like us ended up fucking four of the hottest girls we knew..."
"Well, you can thank me for that later. But first, let's get dinner out of the way so we can have some fun," I said with a grin, "I'm starving!"
***
Pooja Didi spent the next half-hour in the kitchen, cooking our some delicious pakodas for us while humming a romantic Bollywood tune. Meanwhile, Karan and I decided to explore the house while we waited. It had been ages since Karan had been here. As kids, we used to hang out in the living room, watching TV and playing board games all day, while Didi looked after the three musketeers.
"Look how young we were!" Karan laughed, pointing to an old photo of our group from our school days, all dressed up in our uniforms. "Remember our study group, the four of us with Didi tutoring!"
"Well, here we are, back in the same group. But this time, instead of a study session, it is a fuck fest!" I chuckled. "This time, it is you and I who are tutoring Didi and Jhanvi on being the best sluts possible."
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around this, you know. I mean, everyone always sort of knew that Jhanvi and you were going to end up together. Even when we were in school... and now, she and Pooja Didi are BOTH in love with you!" Karan said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Well, to be honest, I never thought of Pooja Didi in THAT way back then. But you know, this entire situation started when Didi proposed to me, can you imagine that?"
"Wait, she asked YOU out!" he exclaimed, looking back at Pooja Didi, who was singing to herself, her hips swaying seductively, "Normally, she seems so strict and reserved. But tell me again how you ended up getting her AND her sister to be your... your... well...lovers?! Normally when one gets proposed to, they date the girl. They don't turn around and make both her and her sister his wives!"
"It's not a simple as Dad. I think I always loved them both and we three always knew it in our hearts. But I never realized this... until I lost them to Ravi and Kishore..." I replied thoughtfully. "I took them both for granted and never fought for them... and they ended up in the arms of those bastards!"
"But now that they are mine again..." I continued, a determined look on my face, "I'm going to make damn sure that they remain mine... Forever..."
While we chatted, we strayed into a room that Didi had probably been using for storage. There was a bunch of old junk piled high in one corner of the room but a large number of cardboard cartons caught our attention.
"Hey, what's this? It's got our gangs name on it!" Karan called out, pulling up one of the cartons. I helped him dust it off while searching for something to cut the tape.
We found a pair of scissors in a toolbox and sliced open the top flaps on one of the boxes to reveal a large polaroid camera and a bunch of photo albums!
"Oh man! This is full of photos our group." Karan muttered, picking up the one of the albums and examining it, "Look at Jhanvi and Didi. They look so sexy in those cute little uniforms..."
I looked at the picture he was pointing at, Jhanvi was probably 16 and Didi was a senior, just about to graduate from the school.
"Oh man! They used to look so HOT then... I mean, they have always been sexy, but they looked especially HOT in those convent school uniforms!" Karan said, whistling softly, "I can't believe our school uniform had the skirts this short!"
I looked at the picture as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Both sisters were standing side by side, their arms around each other. Both were wearing the standard uniform consisting of a white blouse, a red tie and a red pleated skirt. Behind them, Karan stood with a wide grin, trying to photobomb the girls, making bunny ears behind their heads.
"I remember this... Didi had just gotten the camera for her eighteenth birthday from my dad. She went through dozens of films within a month, what with the non-stop photos she kept taking." I said, handing back photo album, "Maybe there's an album of our graduation in here somewhere."
However, instead of the graduation album, I found something that made me stop and look up at Karan with a wicked grin on my face.
"Karan! Suraj! Where are you two hiding? The food is here...", Pooja Didi called out from the living room, interrupting our nostalgic stroll down memory lane.
Karan slipped the thing we found into a small bag, and I quickly put the boxes back in their original positions.
"Coming, Didi!" Karan yelled back, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"This is gonna be fun..." He said, grinning at me, "I can't wait to see the look on her face when we show her this!"
***
"You know, it was your mom who taught me this recipe, Suraj. I remember her telling me so fondly how you used to love these." Didi said, placing a plate of pakodas on the dining table, next to the boxes of take-out food. "I hope it tastes just as good as when she made it..." She finished as she took a seat on the table between the two of us.
"Didi, I manage a resort in Goa and all my meals are prepared by professional cooks..." Karan said with a grin, "But I would still kill for some homemade pakodas! Especially if they are Aunty Ji's recipe."
"Yeah, and... I've been on toxic hostel food just until a few months ago." I chimed in, "Anything that's not instant noodles is a feast. Especially if it is something mom used to make!"
"In that case, you boys better eat up then! Tell me if they taste just as good as when Aunty Ji made hers," she said, blushing slightly and picking a piece of a pakoda, putting it to my lips.
I took a bite, my eyes widening in surprise. "This is delicious!" I exclaimed, taking another bite, "It tastes exactly like how Ma used to make it!"
"You're not just saying that, right?" she said happily, picking up her plate and serving herself.
"No, no... This is so great Didi. You are such a good cook!" I leaned in to give her peck on the cheek, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a wife like you."
***
Over the next half-hour, we dug into the delicious meal and chatted about our lives over the past few years. Karan regaled us with stories of his escapades in Goa and how he managed the business. By the end, we moved over to the couch, continuing our chat over a glass or two of whisky.
A bit of alcohol and nostalgia was the perfect mix for loosening up Didi, who couldn't really handle her liquor well (My epic fuck with her and Tara at our school reunion was proof of that!).
Pretty soon Didi was laughing at Karan's jokes with tears in her eyes, "Oh my GOD... I wish I was there to see that, Karan! I bet your father must have a high blood pressure now, what with the antics you keep coming up with."
"Well, He's come round to trusting me and letting me have a free... and it's working so far..." Karan shrugged, with a smile, "Dad doesn't think of me as a screw up anymore. The resorts side of our business was flailing a few years ago but with my new ideas in place, it's booming now! "
"I am really happy for you..." Pooja Didi replied earnestly, reaching out and pinching his cheek, "And I'm glad the two of you are back together after so many years. I've missed the gang!"
"We missed you too, Didi." I whispered, reaching over and planting a kiss on Pooja Didi's cheek while my fingers ran along the curve of her waistline, "And I am going to make sure that we never have to be apart again."
"Suraj! We have plenty of time for that later!" She exclaimed, playfully pushing my hand away, "Let us just relax for now... okay? I'm enjoying this... The three of us, chatting like old times."
I glanced over at Karan, "Hey, If Pooja Didi wants to chat first, I'm all in?" He replied, "But, maybe if we are going to recreate 'old times' then we might need something else..." he added, giving her a mischievous grin.
"Something... like what?" she asked, a suspicious look on her face.
In response, Karan pulled out the bag from behind the couch and we both scooched over closer to her.
"Karan... Suraj... you just said..." she gasped in a low voice as our hands reached out and caressed her soft, curvy body.
"Oh, we will chat for some time just like old days..." Karan whispered into her ear, his fingers now teasing her navel, "But... you weren't dressed like a traditional housewife back then, were you, Pooja Didi?"
"You see, we found these back in the storeroom in a box." I replied, pulling out an old school uniform from the bag in Karan's hands, "and we just thought that we should have a quick re-enactment of the old days..."
She was confused for a moment until she suddenly recognized the uniform and understood what we wanted, "Where did you find that! And... you want me to... wear those again?" She asked in a whisper, reaching out to touch the uniform.
"Yes! I mean... you used to wear this everyday back then, right? And you used to look so hot and sexy in it. I mean, wearing it again shouldn't be a problem now, should it?" Karan asked.
"Well, for one thing, I'm not in school anymore!" She protested, as she stretched out the outfit to look at it properly, "And you dolts picked out the smallest one... this is not the one from my senior year, it's probably one from my earlier days in high school. Look how short it is!" She replied, her voice trailing off into a gasp of embarrassment. "It will probably be too small for me now..."
I shrugged and held up the uniform to her body, "Hmmm... I think it'll probably fit you perfectly. Maybe even better than back then. Come on... try it on!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You guys are impossible! I cannot believe this! I'm a grown-up woman now and..." She protested, her face turning red.
But Karan was persistent, "Come on, Pooja Didi! Just a little re-enactment. We promise that if you wear it, we will behave ourselves for the next hour..."
She stared at the both of us incredulously, but we could tell that our persistence was wearing her down.
Finally with a reluctant sigh, she took the uniform from my hand. "Okay fine, you two are impossible. I'll put this stupid uniform on, but only so that you two can stop bugging me about it! But after this we'll just chat for at least an hour."
"Deal!"
"Oh god, the things you make me do, Suraj!" She said, rolling her eyes and rising off the coach, "You guys are so childish!"
"Yeah... but you love me anyway, right?" I said with a laugh, smirking at Karan, who had the same mischievous grin on his face.
"Give me a couple of minutes... I'll put this stupid thing on and then I'm going to sit with you guys for the next hour without any more of your perverted antics. Understood?" She replied, a stern tone in her voice as she disappeared into a side room.
***
"Now if I see either you laugh, there is going to be a double mur*er here tonight..."
Her face was beetroot red when she emerged from her room, clad in her middle school uniform. And it was obvious as to why. The uniform was several sizes too small and it looked more like a slutty cosplay more than ever!
The buttons on the white shirt were straining to contain her boobs and the top three were undone. She had given buttoning up her big breasts completely, leaving her shirt open and showing off the deep valley between her breasts. Her old school tie, hung loose around her neck, resting sexily in her cleavage.
The red-pleated skirt was even sluttier. It was already short by school standards, but now, it barely reached her mid-thigh and hugged her hips tightly, showing off her luscious, curvy legs.
And as if all this was not enough. Pooja Didi had, without any nudge from us, decided to put on a pair of white knee length socks and tied her hair into a long ponytail with a red bow. Just like she looked, back in our school days. That was a really nice touch which she thought would add to the nostalgia but in reality made her look even sluttier.
"Holy crap! Pooja Didi..." Karan groaned in awe, staring at her gorgeous, voluptuous frame. "I mean..."
"I told you it wouldn't fit... I look ridiculous, right?!" She said sheepishly, tugging down at the front of her skirt, trying to get it to cover more of her thighs, "I did my hair and found a pair of socks that matched my look back then... and well, here we are... So, are you guys satisfied? Can we talk like normal human beings now?"
I glanced over at Karan whose jaw was still hanging open. Like me, he couldn't stop his gaze from travelling up and down Pooja Didi's voluptuous body in that outfit. I know it didn't make any sense, but Pooja Didi in this tiny school-girl uniform looked orders of magnitude hotter than the fishnet lingerie and her sister had worn for our afternoon romp.
"Well, why are you guys so quiet?" she asked nervously, walking up to us. She looked so hot, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her skirt, cheeks flushed with nervous embarrassment, "What do you think? Like it?"
Like is an understatement... I thought to myself, looking over Pooja Didi's stunning figure. Her huge, soft tits bulged against the confines of the tiny white shirt, her red bra showing through the gaps of the unbuttoned top. Her big, juicy ass was practically spilling out of the tiny skirt and her smooth, curvy legs looked absolutely delicious in the white knee-high socks that she'd decided to put on. And her long dark hair, tied together with a red ribbon, completed the picture perfectly.
She looked like every teenage boy's wet dream come true.
"What... What do you both think? You aren't saying a word... Do you both like it? I feel a little embarrassed, to be honest... but you two wouldn't stop bugging me to wear the outfit so... Here I am! So... how does it look?"
I glanced over at Karan, expecting a witty comeback. But from the expression on his face, it seemed that his brain had short-circuited. He just stared at Pooja Didi, dumbstruck.
"Well... I'll take that look on his face to mean yes," I replied for him while Pooja Didi looked at Karan and then back at me, "You look absolutely gorgeous, Didi!"
Pooja Didi rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless as she took her seat between us on the couch. Her cheeks blushed crimson at my compliment.
"I never thought I'd get this self-conscious... to be honest." She admitted shyly, "But I was always such a good girl back then and wearing this uniform again brings back memories..."
"I'll bet." I said, grinning broadly, my hand moving over to her sexy thighs and stroking her soft smooth skin, "But you're not a good girl anymore, are you?" I teased her, my fingers tracing the hemline of her thin skirt.
She blushed even more, placing her hand on mine to hold its advance, "Well... I guess not." She replied, her voice dropping to a whisper, "But before we do anything else... we have an agreement. One full hour... of just chatting and nothing else!"
"And then..." Karan chimed in, finally coming back to life, his hand joining mine in stroking her thighs.
Pooja Didi glanced at both of our faces, our lustful expressions betraying our eagerness. She first leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then turned to Karan, leaning in to give a soft peck on his lips.
"And then... I will be your personal cumslut. All. Night. Long."
***
The next hour was excruciatingly frustrating for all of us. We wanted to fuck her right then and there. And I was sure that even Pooja Didi wanted nothing more than to be fucked by the two of us!
But she had made up her mind to be an absolute tease. She even set an alarm for one hour and placed her phone on the table in front of us.
"Remember the rules! My uniform stays on... and no kissing!", she said sternly, wagging her finger at both of us, "You two are going to behave yourselves for the next hour!"
She had a playful look in her eyes, and I could tell that she was loving the attention. Luckily, we could at least touch her, whatever we could see, we could tease, and so we did.
So, while we told her about our senior year fiasco with Principal Sharma, a year after she had graduated. My hands roamed all over her body, feeling up her big soft boobs and sliding along her smooth thighs.
And Karan, on her other side, was equally busy. His fingers pinching and rolling her hard, nipples, making her gasp with arousal and squirm on the seat.
By the half-hour point, all of us were incredibly horny and turned on. Pooja Didi sat with her hands on our laps, rubbing and stroking both our bulges, feeling us up while our hands groped her sexy body.
"I can't believe you guys got an A from Miss Malini... that woman was a...ahhh...monster!" Pooja Didi gasped when I slid my hand into her skirt, finding her panties which were wet and soaked.
"Well, it helped that Karan snuck in and stole the answer sheet for the final test," I whispered, teasing her clit from over her panties.
"Mmmmpphh..." she moaned, her hips grinding down on my fingers, ""I knew it! NO ONE scores an A+.... Ahhhhh... Ahhhh... in History of... Mmmphhh... India under Miss Malini!"
She was panting now, her eyes rolling back into her head while she arched her back and spread her legs wide, "Ahhh... I can't believe you two... ahhhhh... oh god... you two... are so... Ahhh..."
"Come on Didi... let's stop playing this game and just get down to it..." Karan whispered in her ear. "We can talk about history and stuff... later..."
"Mmmpph... you know I can't... we had a deal..." Pooja Didi whispered, her eyes shut and her hips grinding against my fingers, "I'm enjoying this so much..."
"Please..." I whispered, leaning over and sucking on her earlobe. My hands reached up to cup her cheeks gently, turning her face towards me. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away.
"Not... ahmmm.. yet. Suraj!" Pooja Didi moaned, relenting just a bit and giving me a soft kiss, "This is your punishment for making me wear... mmmm... this outfit... ahh..."
"And your punishment for only fucking Jhanvi... ahh... with that nice thick cock..." She added, leaning over to Karan and kissing his neck, her tongue leaving a trail of wet saliva along his skin.
Karan groaned loudly, his cock straining within the confines of his trousers, while Didi's hand stroked him. "I swear, Pooja Didi... if you don't let me fuck you now... aahhh... I am... I'll..."
His words trailed off into a groan when Pooja Didi's fingers slipped into his trousers and wrapped around the hard shaft of his manhood.
"What was that?" She said in a playful tone, her fingers stroking his, "What were you gonna say... Hmmm? Were you... going to punish me, Karan?"
"Oh, I will... you just wait and see..." He whispered, his eyes closing with pleasure. "You'll pay for this!"
"Oh... will I?" She replied, turning back to me and planting a soft kiss on my lips, her mouth opening wide and finally allowing my tongue to slip inside her warm wet mouth.
"And what about you... Chhotu?" she whispered through our kiss, her lips curling into a smile, "You going to punish your Didi, as well, huh? Are you... are you going to teach me a lesson? Ahhh..."
"Damn straight!" I replied immediately, my hands reaching over to her big soft breasts, squeezing them firmly through her shirt. "You've been a bad girl, Didi... A bad schoolgirl like you needs to be taught a lesson. Right Karan!"
"Ahh... Ok fine... I'll... change the rules a bit... For the next half hour, I'll let you touch me however you want..." She whispered, "But... your cocks stay in your pants and... you need to make me cum... ahhh... as many times in those 30 minutes... Mmmm... as you can."
"Ahhh Didi... you are killing us with these rules..." I whispered in her ears. I was rock hard, and I needed to fuck her so badly.
"Mmmm... I know... but I am enjoying being a naughty tease... Ahhh... And you both are making me feel so horny in this schoolgirl outfit. I want to make it worth it!" She replied, leaning forward and taking Karan's and my index fingers into her red lips and sucking on them.
"And in exchange, I'll be your naughty cumslut... I'll let you use my pussy... my mouth... my tits... however you want. Only for tonight I will be your personal fuck-toy. I'll let you fill me up with your hot cum... and you can both keep me awake and fuck me non-stop till morning... And if the two of you make me cum as many times as possible, I may even give you a special reward tonight." She whispered with a naughty smile. "How does that sound?"
"You heard the lady..." Karan whispered, his hand slipping under her skirt, his fingers rubbing her pussy through her panties, "Thirty minutes... and then we make her pay for all this..."
At his words, Pooja Didi leaned in, her lips meeting mine for another kiss. She kissed me passionately for a good minute, before pulling back and whispering softly so that only I could hear.
"I hope you won't get jealous if I kiss your best friend?" She said with an earnest expression, "Tonight, I-I want him too... but only if it's okay with you. I want to be both his and your slut for the night. Please, master?"
"Anything for my slut. " I replied with a nod, my cock straining even harder at her submissive words. She kissed my lips once again and whispered a soft 'thank you' before she turned back to face Karan.
Her fingers reached out and caressed his cheek lovingly, her tongue tracing the outline of his lower lip, "In all those fantasies of me that you ever had, Karan..." She asked in a seductive whisper, her fingers running through his curly hair, "Did you EVER imagine doing THIS?"
Then as I watched, my beautiful gave my best friend a naughty wink before leaning in and kissing him!
"Fuck!" Karan muttered in disbelief, his lips pressed against my wife's. While I watched from the couch beside them!
"Mmmm!" She moaned, her fingers entangling in his hair, her lips opening and letting Karan's tongue slide into her mouth. I could see their tongues twisting and entangling together, their lips locked together passionately.
"Do you like that?" she asked in a seductive tone breaking away for a moment, "You've wanted to do that since high school... didn't you, baby?" She added with a naughty smile, her fingers reaching up and caressing his cheek lovingly.
"Since... Since forever...", Karan whispered, "You and Tara have always been my dream girls... And now I get to fuck you in this uniform."
"Make me cum, first..." she whispered in reply, looking at both of us, "Mmmm.. I want you... ahh...to... I want both of you... you to... Ahhm... make me cum... Ahhhh!"
"With pleasure!" I whispered, leaning in and kissing Didi's neck, sucking and licking at her soft skin while Karan resumed his make out session. I also reached down between her legs, rubbing her wet slit through the flimsy material.
Within minutes, Karan and I were at her like two hungry wolves feasting on a piece of succulent deer. And Didi was loving every bit of it! We attacked our gorgeous Didi, kissing every square inch of her sexy body. While Karan's lips were glued to hers, I reached up and slid her bra down, freeing those massive, heavy tits of hers.
"God, I love how fucking sexy your tits are..." I whispered, cupping them and teasing her nipples.
"So full... so firm... I want to bury my head between them and suck on those fat fucking nipples all day long!" I growled, pinching the erect pink nipples and eliciting a loud gasp of pleasure from Didi.
"Ahhh... You really know how to make me... ahhh... feel good, don't you, Chhotu..." she moaned in pleasure, arching her back. Her breasts thrust out forward, offering them to me for more.
"Aaannd you too, Karan... my two big, horny studs!" Didi moaned in response to our teasing, her fingers pulling at our shirts, "Ahhhh... you both are... ahhh... so aggressive...!"
"That's what happens when you make us wait..." Karan growled, breaking away from his kiss. His hand reached between her legs and began stroking her wet panties. He pulled them aside, his finger slipping inside her tight wet slit.
"Oh my God... Karan! Mmmm!" She moaned, grinding against his fingers, "Ahhh... I love this... oh God... Ahh... Ahhhh... I am getting so wet... ahhhhh!" she cried out, her pussy leaking her sweet pussy juices onto Karan's fingers.
"Who's my slut?!" I whispered in her ears, my fingers twisting and tugging at her thick nipples.
"Whose little cumslut are you?" I growled in a low tone, pinching her hard nipples between my fingers while I sucked on the side of her neck, leaving a hickey on her skin.
"Ummmm... I am... ahhhhh..." Didi moaned breaking her kiss with Karan and tilting her head to look at me with glazed over eyes, "I-I am yours, Chhotu! Ahhhhh... Your cumslut!"
Her face leaned in, tongue hanging out as she attempted to kiss me, but I pulled away with a smirk, "And what does a good cumslut say when she's being teased like this?"
"Ahhhh... Thank You. Thank you, Master!" Didi moaned, her lips curving into a naughty smile, her eyes glinting with lust, "I-I am... ahhhhh... your slut! Thank You, Master!"
She cried out again, her fingers grabbing the back of my head, trying to pull me in for a kiss, but again, I pulled away with a grin, making her whimper with desire.
"Now, I also want you to tell Karan here... tell him how you will worship his cock like you worship mine." I said sternly, "Tell him how bad you want his cock..."
"I-I want his big thick cock in my slutty pussy!" She gasped, her hand gripping my hair and pulling me in for that kiss she wanted, her tongue slipping inside my mouth and swirling with mine.
Her lips tasted sweet, like candy, her scent intoxicating me with a desire for more, "I want... ahhhh... to feel it... stretching me... Ahhhh..." She moaned in between our hungry kisses.
"Mmmph! That's it, you slut... kiss your master!" I groaned into her mouth, "Tell us how bad you need us!"
"I'm... ahhhh... so close..." Didi gasped. My kiss was the catalyst she needed to reach the peak, "Ahhhhh... Please... Please... make me cum!"
Karan and I both intensified our attack, his finger pumping in and out of her dripping cunt. Her panties were bunched to one side, while I groped her tits and pinched her sensitive nipples.
"God!... I-I am cumming! Karan! Suraj! I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" Didi screamed out loud, her hips bucking up and down. We teased her mercilessly until her juices squirted out of her pussy, all over Karan's fingers.
"Ahhhh! Fuck! Oh God... aahhh..." Didi moaned, her entire body trembling, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy.
She arched her back, thrusting her tits upwards and letting me bury my face in her cleavage, licking and sucking at her luscious tit-flesh. All this while her pussy convulsed in an orgasm.
Karan and I slowed our pace, easing her through her first orgasm. Eventually, Pooja Didi's spasms stopped, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That... That was... Amazing..." She whispered, looking at the both of us.
"God... you are so gorgeous!" Karan groaned, his lips now moving down to her neck while Didi moaned and writhed between us, "Ahhh... You're such a tease... but so worth it!"
"We're not done yet! Come down and help me suck on her tits, Bro!" I suggested, "Her nipples are always more sensitive after she's just cum. She will cum again in no time if both of us lick them together."
Karan nodded with a grin and we both leaned in, each one of us grabbing a breast, sucking one thick nipple into our mouth, making her squeal in pleasure, "Ahhhh! Ohhh... Myyy... Goooddd..." She cried out loudly, her fingers digging into the back of our heads.
The sight of her in that tiny school uniform. Her blouse undone, her big tits spilling out of the confines and her nipples in both our mouths was too hot. I could feel myself leaking pre-cum, the front of my pants already having a wet patch. But it wasn't the time for that.
"Ahhh... Fuck... Ohh... my nipples... ahhh..." Didi gasped, her body arching up and thrusting her tits into our faces, her legs spread lewdly apart, her panties soaked and wet, "You both... ahhh... ohh... oh my god... Ahhhh!"
Her hands pushed us both down, her fingers twisting in our hair while she moaned loudly, her hips bucking up. She was a moaning mess and loving it.
"You're going to cum again, aren't you, slut?" I whispered, my teeth gently nibbling at the sensitive tip of her thick nipple. "You're going to cum just from us sucking on your tits!"
"I-I can't help it..." She groaned in reply, "Ahh... your tongues feel so... aahhh... fucking amazing... Oh my God... Ahhhh..."
Her face was flushed red, her lips parted, her eyes closed and her hips grinding back and forth. She was getting close. "Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... I'm... Ohh... I'm so... ahhhhh..."
"Cum for me... Cum like my little slut!" I hissed into her boob while her body writhed with lust between us, "Be a good little cumslut for your Chhotu and Karan!"
"Oh God!... I am going to cum! Ahh... Karan... Suraj... Ahh... I-I am going to cum again!" She cried, her voice trembling with ecstasy.
"Go on... Cum like the little slut you are!" Karan whispered between licks on her nipples. He'd caught on to how my dirty talk turned her on.
"Ahhhh..." She whimpered in pleasure, biting her lower lip. She was close.
"Do you hear yourself? Listen to your moaning like a whore... Such a naughty schoolgirl!" Karan whispered into her tits, "You need to be taught a lesson for being such a cock-tease..."
"Ahhh... I-I know..." She moaned, "Ahhh... But it feels so good... Ahhhh... I-I am... cummmiiiinnnngg!" She cried out, her body convulsing, her fingers tightening their hold on the back of our heads and pushing us into her breasts.
"Oh God! Fuck... Ahhhhh!" she screamed out loud, her body writhing between the two of us while she came yet again.
"Oh my God! Oh God! Ahhh!" Didi whimpered, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her body, her hips bucking up, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, her spasms ceased, and she slumped back, her eyes fluttering open, weakly.
"Fuck, she is so damn sexy when she cums..." Karan murmured, his hand caressing Didi's hair affectionately as he kissed her nipple one last time, while she slowly rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"You... are right about that..." I agreed, kissing her other nipple, my fingers tracing the outline of her areolas.
"Mmm... Thank You... Masters!" Pooja Didi gasped, her voice a ragged whisper, "Can we go upstairs now... ahhh... I can't take it anymore..."
I looked up and saw there was still another five minutes left before the time was up and this little game would be over, but there was no way I was going to stop now. Not after watching my sweet Pooja Didi's two explosive orgasms, one right after the other.
"Oh no no, Didi... We have a few more minutes left of this game you started. We are going to make you cum at least once more in these last five minutes!" I growled in reply, sliding down her body and kneeling between her legs, pushing them apart, exposing her dripping, wet pussy, "And then we'll fuck you nice and slow later on tonight, right Karan?"
Karan grinned back and nodded. He leaned in, grabbing Pooja Didi's chin and tilting her head towards his, his lips kissing hers in a deep and passionate kiss, "Now be a good little slut... and let Suraj here lick that pussy and make you cum again!"
"Wait!... What? No!... Ahhhh..." She protested; her voice muffled through his kiss. "I can't take anymore... Oh God! Ahhhhh..." She cried out, her back arching when my tongue licked at the wet entrance to her pussy.
I ignored her pleas and buried my face between her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, and my tongue lapped at the sweet, sticky nectar of her juicy pussy.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Pooja Didi moaned through her kisses, her hips grinding down, her pussy lips rubbing against my chi.
"Oh my God! Oh God... Oh... ahhh..." Didi gasped loudly, "Ahhh... That's it... Ahhh... Ohhh my God... Please stop..." she moaned, her eyes pleading with me and Karan to take pity on her and end her delicious torture.
Even for a slut like her, this was too much. Her thighs trembled and her toes curled up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a scream of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Karan had her arms pinned over her head, kissing her passionately, muffling her moans while her body convulsed and shook. She was cumming yet again, but I was relentless. My tongue flicked on her engorged pink clit.
She was so close to cumming again, and when I caressed it mercilessly with my tongue, that really pushed her over.
"UHHHhh... FFFFuuuckkkkkk! Ahhhhhh..." She whimpered loudly into his mouth when her orgasm hit her hard.
Karan finally broke his kiss, leaving Pooja Didi gasping for breath. Meanwhile, I sat up, licking my lips and savouring the sweet taste of her delicious pussy.
"You guys are... ahhh... are animals..." She panted, "Oh my God, I can't... I can't feel my legs... I never came so many times... Ahhhh... I think I lost count of the number of times you two made me cum today..."
Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her body glistening with sweat. She looked so fucking sexy in just that tiny skirt, white socks and her shirt completely unbuttoned, hanging off her arms, exposing those big, luscious tits. The school tie with our emblem at its tip, hung lifelessly between her cleavage.
Looking at how hot she looked, we would probably have swapped places and gone for another round. But to Didi's good fortune, the alarm went off just in time.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
***
For the next few minutes, Didi panted and gasped on the couch between us. It was clear that we had pushed her to her limit, and we didn't want to force her any more.
"Didi... are you alright?", I asked, a bit worried. Maybe we had gone too far.
She took a few moments to respond. Opening her eyes slowly, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.
"Oh God... you two..." She whispered in reply, her fingers tracing my lips.
"That was... amazing... The best ever... Thank You... Master!" She said in a low whisper, leaning forward and kissing me on the lips.
"Ready for Round 2?" Karan asked, rising to his feet and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now."
I glanced at my friend and then back at her. She looked at me with a shy expression, almost as if asking for permission. And I smirked and nodded to her making her smile even wider. I took off my shirt, throwing it aside and began taking my pants off. All this while, Didi sat there and watched, a twinkle in her eyes.
Within moments, both friends were stripped naked. I watched Pooja Didi, her eyes wide as saucers, taking in our nude, athletic bodies. Karan and I stood in front of her, both sporting rock-hard cocks. She looked from one cock to another, a lustful expression as she eyed our cocks hungrily.
"Mmm... Look at my two studs... all ready to fuck your Didi?" She murmured softly, getting up on her feet, her hands reaching forward and wrapping her fingers around both our cocks. Karan and I groaned, our cocks twitching in her soft grip.
"So fucking big... Mmmm... so fucking thick...", she whispered, stroking our hard shafts. We groaned as her thumbs brushed across the tips of our cocks, spreading our pre-cum over the swollen heads.
Our cocks were practically glistening with pre-cum, thanks to the hour-long foreplay with the sexy Goddess. "You both must want to fuck me so much now... hmm?"
"Yes!" we groaned in response, our hands groping Didi's soft curvy figure. Our fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass and tits.
"Mmm... Get on the couch, Karan... I want to ride that cock that fucked my sister so hard..." She said giving his cock a long stroke before pushing him down on the coach.
"And you..." she said, turning to me, giving me a soft, passionate kiss, "I want you to feed me that big cock while I ride Karan," she murmured, her lips nibbling on my lips.
"I want you to watch your friend's cock slide in and out of your slut's pussy while you feed her your big thick cock... Can you do that for me, master?"
It seemed from her sudden confidence that Didi had something special planned for us and I was eager to see how the rest of this scene would play out.
She winked at me before turning to Karan, a sexy, lustful smile on her lips, "Mmmm... I've been waiting to do this all day!"
***
"Now that she's gone. Anything you guys want to do next?" Pooja Didi asked, closing the door behind her. Her pink saree tied low on her hips giving us a nice view of her sexy, bare waistline. The thin pallu draped across her left shoulder, barely covering her deep-cut made her look like a sexy actress from a Bollywood movie.
Infact, my gorgeous Didi actually looked better than almost any actress. Afterall, she was all natural, gorgeous face, curvy body and big tits I had fallen in love with, while Bollywood actresses have a lot of makeup and stuff to make them look good.
Karan eyed her lustfully, reaching up and gently caressing her bare waist, "Well, I have a few ideas..."
"I bet you do..." Pooja Didi said, rolling her eyes and pinching his cheek affectionately. "But maybe we should order something to eat first? I'm starving! And I'll bet both of you are too, especially after our earlier... intense workout!"
"I agree... Let's eat first... And THEN... Then we can have our dessert!" I suggested with a roguish wink.
"Oh god you two can be such idiots, sometimes. Dinner first and then dessert..." Pooja Didi replied, rolling her eyes and shaking her head, "Men!"
"Hey, how can a guy ignore the obvious when you look so damn sexy, even in a Saree!" I teased, reaching out and pulling her towards me, her lips just inches away from mine, "And don't tell me that you are not excited about being fucked again?"
"Maybe..." She whispered in a soft, seductive voice, her eyes twinkling mischievously, "But only if you two are behave!"
"Oh, we'll be good alright... and so will you..." I murmured, pressing my lips against hers, "A good slut for our cocks."
Didi moaned into the kiss, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I could feel her hands snaking up to my chest, running over the muscles as she bit my lip passionately. She was in the mood; I could definitely tell.
"Okay, lovebirds..." Karan chuckled, "Let's eat first, before you two decide to skip the dinner and go straight for the 'Dessert'!"
Pooja Didi blushed at his words, pulling away from me. She turned to him and playfully smacked his chest. "Oh shush, you! You go order us some dinner!" She ordered, pointing towards the living room. "And in the meanwhile, I'll go fry up some of those aloo-pakodas you two loved back then!"
She traced her fingers across both our lips seductively before turning around and heading to the kitchen leaving two very horny guys eyeing her curvy figure from behind.
"She's so fucking hot, man!" Karan whispered, his eyes following Pooja Didi's ass, "I can't believe you have both, her and Jhanvi, to yourself every day!" He added, looking at me with clear jealousy in his eyes.
"Oh, come on, you have your own share of beautiful women. You've got Disha to fuck 24x7. Not to mention, my sister is practically staying with you for the last few days, under the pretext of studying with Disha. Don't tell me you aren't taking full advantage of the situation with two sluts like them staying with you!" I said with a chuckle, punching his shoulder, "You're just as lucky as me!"
"Yeah, I know..." he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head "I still wonder how two nerds like us ended up fucking four of the hottest girls we knew..."
"Well, you can thank me for that later. But first, let's get dinner out of the way so we can have some fun," I said with a grin, "I'm starving!"
***
Pooja Didi spent the next half-hour in the kitchen, cooking our some delicious pakodas for us while humming a romantic Bollywood tune. Meanwhile, Karan and I decided to explore the house while we waited. It had been ages since Karan had been here. As kids, we used to hang out in the living room, watching TV and playing board games all day, while Didi looked after the three musketeers.
"Look how young we were!" Karan laughed, pointing to an old photo of our group from our school days, all dressed up in our uniforms. "Remember our study group, the four of us with Didi tutoring!"
"Well, here we are, back in the same group. But this time, instead of a study session, it is a fuck fest!" I chuckled. "This time, it is you and I who are tutoring Didi and Jhanvi on being the best sluts possible."
"I'm still trying to wrap my head around this, you know. I mean, everyone always sort of knew that Jhanvi and you were going to end up together. Even when we were in school... and now, she and Pooja Didi are BOTH in love with you!" Karan said, shaking his head in disbelief.
"Well, to be honest, I never thought of Pooja Didi in THAT way back then. But you know, this entire situation started when Didi proposed to me, can you imagine that?"
"Wait, she asked YOU out!" he exclaimed, looking back at Pooja Didi, who was singing to herself, her hips swaying seductively, "Normally, she seems so strict and reserved. But tell me again how you ended up getting her AND her sister to be your... your... well...lovers?! Normally when one gets proposed to, they date the girl. They don't turn around and make both her and her sister his wives!"
"It's not a simple as Dad. I think I always loved them both and we three always knew it in our hearts. But I never realized this... until I lost them to Ravi and Kishore..." I replied thoughtfully. "I took them both for granted and never fought for them... and they ended up in the arms of those bastards!"
"But now that they are mine again..." I continued, a determined look on my face, "I'm going to make damn sure that they remain mine... Forever..."
While we chatted, we strayed into a room that Didi had probably been using for storage. There was a bunch of old junk piled high in one corner of the room but a large number of cardboard cartons caught our attention.
"Hey, what's this? It's got our gangs name on it!" Karan called out, pulling up one of the cartons. I helped him dust it off while searching for something to cut the tape.
We found a pair of scissors in a toolbox and sliced open the top flaps on one of the boxes to reveal a large polaroid camera and a bunch of photo albums!
"Oh man! This is full of photos our group." Karan muttered, picking up the one of the albums and examining it, "Look at Jhanvi and Didi. They look so sexy in those cute little uniforms..."
I looked at the picture he was pointing at, Jhanvi was probably 16 and Didi was a senior, just about to graduate from the school.
"Oh man! They used to look so HOT then... I mean, they have always been sexy, but they looked especially HOT in those convent school uniforms!" Karan said, whistling softly, "I can't believe our school uniform had the skirts this short!"
I looked at the picture as a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Both sisters were standing side by side, their arms around each other. Both were wearing the standard uniform consisting of a white blouse, a red tie and a red pleated skirt. Behind them, Karan stood with a wide grin, trying to photobomb the girls, making bunny ears behind their heads.
"I remember this... Didi had just gotten the camera for her eighteenth birthday from my dad. She went through dozens of films within a month, what with the non-stop photos she kept taking." I said, handing back photo album, "Maybe there's an album of our graduation in here somewhere."
However, instead of the graduation album, I found something that made me stop and look up at Karan with a wicked grin on my face.
"Karan! Suraj! Where are you two hiding? The food is here...", Pooja Didi called out from the living room, interrupting our nostalgic stroll down memory lane.
Karan slipped the thing we found into a small bag, and I quickly put the boxes back in their original positions.
"Coming, Didi!" Karan yelled back, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"This is gonna be fun..." He said, grinning at me, "I can't wait to see the look on her face when we show her this!"
***
"You know, it was your mom who taught me this recipe, Suraj. I remember her telling me so fondly how you used to love these." Didi said, placing a plate of pakodas on the dining table, next to the boxes of take-out food. "I hope it tastes just as good as when she made it..." She finished as she took a seat on the table between the two of us.
"Didi, I manage a resort in Goa and all my meals are prepared by professional cooks..." Karan said with a grin, "But I would still kill for some homemade pakodas! Especially if they are Aunty Ji's recipe."
"Yeah, and... I've been on toxic hostel food just until a few months ago." I chimed in, "Anything that's not instant noodles is a feast. Especially if it is something mom used to make!"
"In that case, you boys better eat up then! Tell me if they taste just as good as when Aunty Ji made hers," she said, blushing slightly and picking a piece of a pakoda, putting it to my lips.
I took a bite, my eyes widening in surprise. "This is delicious!" I exclaimed, taking another bite, "It tastes exactly like how Ma used to make it!"
"You're not just saying that, right?" she said happily, picking up her plate and serving herself.
"No, no... This is so great Didi. You are such a good cook!" I leaned in to give her peck on the cheek, "I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have a wife like you."
***
Over the next half-hour, we dug into the delicious meal and chatted about our lives over the past few years. Karan regaled us with stories of his escapades in Goa and how he managed the business. By the end, we moved over to the couch, continuing our chat over a glass or two of whisky.
A bit of alcohol and nostalgia was the perfect mix for loosening up Didi, who couldn't really handle her liquor well (My epic fuck with her and Tara at our school reunion was proof of that!).
Pretty soon Didi was laughing at Karan's jokes with tears in her eyes, "Oh my GOD... I wish I was there to see that, Karan! I bet your father must have a high blood pressure now, what with the antics you keep coming up with."
"Well, He's come round to trusting me and letting me have a free... and it's working so far..." Karan shrugged, with a smile, "Dad doesn't think of me as a screw up anymore. The resorts side of our business was flailing a few years ago but with my new ideas in place, it's booming now! "
"I am really happy for you..." Pooja Didi replied earnestly, reaching out and pinching his cheek, "And I'm glad the two of you are back together after so many years. I've missed the gang!"
"We missed you too, Didi." I whispered, reaching over and planting a kiss on Pooja Didi's cheek while my fingers ran along the curve of her waistline, "And I am going to make sure that we never have to be apart again."
"Suraj! We have plenty of time for that later!" She exclaimed, playfully pushing my hand away, "Let us just relax for now... okay? I'm enjoying this... The three of us, chatting like old times."
I glanced over at Karan, "Hey, If Pooja Didi wants to chat first, I'm all in?" He replied, "But, maybe if we are going to recreate 'old times' then we might need something else..." he added, giving her a mischievous grin.
"Something... like what?" she asked, a suspicious look on her face.
In response, Karan pulled out the bag from behind the couch and we both scooched over closer to her.
"Karan... Suraj... you just said..." she gasped in a low voice as our hands reached out and caressed her soft, curvy body.
"Oh, we will chat for some time just like old days..." Karan whispered into her ear, his fingers now teasing her navel, "But... you weren't dressed like a traditional housewife back then, were you, Pooja Didi?"
"You see, we found these back in the storeroom in a box." I replied, pulling out an old school uniform from the bag in Karan's hands, "and we just thought that we should have a quick re-enactment of the old days..."
She was confused for a moment until she suddenly recognized the uniform and understood what we wanted, "Where did you find that! And... you want me to... wear those again?" She asked in a whisper, reaching out to touch the uniform.
"Yes! I mean... you used to wear this everyday back then, right? And you used to look so hot and sexy in it. I mean, wearing it again shouldn't be a problem now, should it?" Karan asked.
"Well, for one thing, I'm not in school anymore!" She protested, as she stretched out the outfit to look at it properly, "And you dolts picked out the smallest one... this is not the one from my senior year, it's probably one from my earlier days in high school. Look how short it is!" She replied, her voice trailing off into a gasp of embarrassment. "It will probably be too small for me now..."
I shrugged and held up the uniform to her body, "Hmmm... I think it'll probably fit you perfectly. Maybe even better than back then. Come on... try it on!" I said, grinning from ear to ear.
"You guys are impossible! I cannot believe this! I'm a grown-up woman now and..." She protested, her face turning red.
But Karan was persistent, "Come on, Pooja Didi! Just a little re-enactment. We promise that if you wear it, we will behave ourselves for the next hour..."
She stared at the both of us incredulously, but we could tell that our persistence was wearing her down.
Finally with a reluctant sigh, she took the uniform from my hand. "Okay fine, you two are impossible. I'll put this stupid uniform on, but only so that you two can stop bugging me about it! But after this we'll just chat for at least an hour."
"Deal!"
"Oh god, the things you make me do, Suraj!" She said, rolling her eyes and rising off the coach, "You guys are so childish!"
"Yeah... but you love me anyway, right?" I said with a laugh, smirking at Karan, who had the same mischievous grin on his face.
"Give me a couple of minutes... I'll put this stupid thing on and then I'm going to sit with you guys for the next hour without any more of your perverted antics. Understood?" She replied, a stern tone in her voice as she disappeared into a side room.
***
"Now if I see either you laugh, there is going to be a double mur*er here tonight..."
Her face was beetroot red when she emerged from her room, clad in her middle school uniform. And it was obvious as to why. The uniform was several sizes too small and it looked more like a slutty cosplay more than ever!
The buttons on the white shirt were straining to contain her boobs and the top three were undone. She had given buttoning up her big breasts completely, leaving her shirt open and showing off the deep valley between her breasts. Her old school tie, hung loose around her neck, resting sexily in her cleavage.
The red-pleated skirt was even sluttier. It was already short by school standards, but now, it barely reached her mid-thigh and hugged her hips tightly, showing off her luscious, curvy legs.
And as if all this was not enough. Pooja Didi had, without any nudge from us, decided to put on a pair of white knee length socks and tied her hair into a long ponytail with a red bow. Just like she looked, back in our school days. That was a really nice touch which she thought would add to the nostalgia but in reality made her look even sluttier.
"Holy crap! Pooja Didi..." Karan groaned in awe, staring at her gorgeous, voluptuous frame. "I mean..."
"I told you it wouldn't fit... I look ridiculous, right?!" She said sheepishly, tugging down at the front of her skirt, trying to get it to cover more of her thighs, "I did my hair and found a pair of socks that matched my look back then... and well, here we are... So, are you guys satisfied? Can we talk like normal human beings now?"
I glanced over at Karan whose jaw was still hanging open. Like me, he couldn't stop his gaze from travelling up and down Pooja Didi's voluptuous body in that outfit. I know it didn't make any sense, but Pooja Didi in this tiny school-girl uniform looked orders of magnitude hotter than the fishnet lingerie and her sister had worn for our afternoon romp.
"Well, why are you guys so quiet?" she asked nervously, walking up to us. She looked so hot, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her skirt, cheeks flushed with nervous embarrassment, "What do you think? Like it?"
Like is an understatement... I thought to myself, looking over Pooja Didi's stunning figure. Her huge, soft tits bulged against the confines of the tiny white shirt, her red bra showing through the gaps of the unbuttoned top. Her big, juicy ass was practically spilling out of the tiny skirt and her smooth, curvy legs looked absolutely delicious in the white knee-high socks that she'd decided to put on. And her long dark hair, tied together with a red ribbon, completed the picture perfectly.
She looked like every teenage boy's wet dream come true.
"What... What do you both think? You aren't saying a word... Do you both like it? I feel a little embarrassed, to be honest... but you two wouldn't stop bugging me to wear the outfit so... Here I am! So... how does it look?"
I glanced over at Karan, expecting a witty comeback. But from the expression on his face, it seemed that his brain had short-circuited. He just stared at Pooja Didi, dumbstruck.
"Well... I'll take that look on his face to mean yes," I replied for him while Pooja Didi looked at Karan and then back at me, "You look absolutely gorgeous, Didi!"
Pooja Didi rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless as she took her seat between us on the couch. Her cheeks blushed crimson at my compliment.
"I never thought I'd get this self-conscious... to be honest." She admitted shyly, "But I was always such a good girl back then and wearing this uniform again brings back memories..."
"I'll bet." I said, grinning broadly, my hand moving over to her sexy thighs and stroking her soft smooth skin, "But you're not a good girl anymore, are you?" I teased her, my fingers tracing the hemline of her thin skirt.
She blushed even more, placing her hand on mine to hold its advance, "Well... I guess not." She replied, her voice dropping to a whisper, "But before we do anything else... we have an agreement. One full hour... of just chatting and nothing else!"
"And then..." Karan chimed in, finally coming back to life, his hand joining mine in stroking her thighs.
Pooja Didi glanced at both of our faces, our lustful expressions betraying our eagerness. She first leaned in and gave me a soft kiss on the lips and then turned to Karan, leaning in to give a soft peck on his lips.
"And then... I will be your personal cumslut. All. Night. Long."
***
The next hour was excruciatingly frustrating for all of us. We wanted to fuck her right then and there. And I was sure that even Pooja Didi wanted nothing more than to be fucked by the two of us!
But she had made up her mind to be an absolute tease. She even set an alarm for one hour and placed her phone on the table in front of us.
"Remember the rules! My uniform stays on... and no kissing!", she said sternly, wagging her finger at both of us, "You two are going to behave yourselves for the next hour!"
She had a playful look in her eyes, and I could tell that she was loving the attention. Luckily, we could at least touch her, whatever we could see, we could tease, and so we did.
So, while we told her about our senior year fiasco with Principal Sharma, a year after she had graduated. My hands roamed all over her body, feeling up her big soft boobs and sliding along her smooth thighs.
And Karan, on her other side, was equally busy. His fingers pinching and rolling her hard, nipples, making her gasp with arousal and squirm on the seat.
By the half-hour point, all of us were incredibly horny and turned on. Pooja Didi sat with her hands on our laps, rubbing and stroking both our bulges, feeling us up while our hands groped her sexy body.
"I can't believe you guys got an A from Miss Malini... that woman was a...ahhh...monster!" Pooja Didi gasped when I slid my hand into her skirt, finding her panties which were wet and soaked.
"Well, it helped that Karan snuck in and stole the answer sheet for the final test," I whispered, teasing her clit from over her panties.
"Mmmmpphh..." she moaned, her hips grinding down on my fingers, ""I knew it! NO ONE scores an A+.... Ahhhhh... Ahhhh... in History of... Mmmphhh... India under Miss Malini!"
She was panting now, her eyes rolling back into her head while she arched her back and spread her legs wide, "Ahhh... I can't believe you two... ahhhhh... oh god... you two... are so... Ahhh..."
"Come on Didi... let's stop playing this game and just get down to it..." Karan whispered in her ear. "We can talk about history and stuff... later..."
"Mmmpph... you know I can't... we had a deal..." Pooja Didi whispered, her eyes shut and her hips grinding against my fingers, "I'm enjoying this so much..."
"Please..." I whispered, leaning over and sucking on her earlobe. My hands reached up to cup her cheeks gently, turning her face towards me. I leaned in to kiss her, but she pulled away.
"Not... ahmmm.. yet. Suraj!" Pooja Didi moaned, relenting just a bit and giving me a soft kiss, "This is your punishment for making me wear... mmmm... this outfit... ahh..."
"And your punishment for only fucking Jhanvi... ahh... with that nice thick cock..." She added, leaning over to Karan and kissing his neck, her tongue leaving a trail of wet saliva along his skin.
Karan groaned loudly, his cock straining within the confines of his trousers, while Didi's hand stroked him. "I swear, Pooja Didi... if you don't let me fuck you now... aahhh... I am... I'll..."
His words trailed off into a groan when Pooja Didi's fingers slipped into his trousers and wrapped around the hard shaft of his manhood.
"What was that?" She said in a playful tone, her fingers stroking his, "What were you gonna say... Hmmm? Were you... going to punish me, Karan?"
"Oh, I will... you just wait and see..." He whispered, his eyes closing with pleasure. "You'll pay for this!"
"Oh... will I?" She replied, turning back to me and planting a soft kiss on my lips, her mouth opening wide and finally allowing my tongue to slip inside her warm wet mouth.
"And what about you... Chhotu?" she whispered through our kiss, her lips curling into a smile, "You going to punish your Didi, as well, huh? Are you... are you going to teach me a lesson? Ahhh..."
"Damn straight!" I replied immediately, my hands reaching over to her big soft breasts, squeezing them firmly through her shirt. "You've been a bad girl, Didi... A bad schoolgirl like you needs to be taught a lesson. Right Karan!"
"Ahh... Ok fine... I'll... change the rules a bit... For the next half hour, I'll let you touch me however you want..." She whispered, "But... your cocks stay in your pants and... you need to make me cum... ahhh... as many times in those 30 minutes... Mmmm... as you can."
"Ahhh Didi... you are killing us with these rules..." I whispered in her ears. I was rock hard, and I needed to fuck her so badly.
"Mmmm... I know... but I am enjoying being a naughty tease... Ahhh... And you both are making me feel so horny in this schoolgirl outfit. I want to make it worth it!" She replied, leaning forward and taking Karan's and my index fingers into her red lips and sucking on them.
"And in exchange, I'll be your naughty cumslut... I'll let you use my pussy... my mouth... my tits... however you want. Only for tonight I will be your personal fuck-toy. I'll let you fill me up with your hot cum... and you can both keep me awake and fuck me non-stop till morning... And if the two of you make me cum as many times as possible, I may even give you a special reward tonight." She whispered with a naughty smile. "How does that sound?"
"You heard the lady..." Karan whispered, his hand slipping under her skirt, his fingers rubbing her pussy through her panties, "Thirty minutes... and then we make her pay for all this..."
At his words, Pooja Didi leaned in, her lips meeting mine for another kiss. She kissed me passionately for a good minute, before pulling back and whispering softly so that only I could hear.
"I hope you won't get jealous if I kiss your best friend?" She said with an earnest expression, "Tonight, I-I want him too... but only if it's okay with you. I want to be both his and your slut for the night. Please, master?"
"Anything for my slut. " I replied with a nod, my cock straining even harder at her submissive words. She kissed my lips once again and whispered a soft 'thank you' before she turned back to face Karan.
Her fingers reached out and caressed his cheek lovingly, her tongue tracing the outline of his lower lip, "In all those fantasies of me that you ever had, Karan..." She asked in a seductive whisper, her fingers running through his curly hair, "Did you EVER imagine doing THIS?"
Then as I watched, my beautiful gave my best friend a naughty wink before leaning in and kissing him!
"Fuck!" Karan muttered in disbelief, his lips pressed against my wife's. While I watched from the couch beside them!
"Mmmm!" She moaned, her fingers entangling in his hair, her lips opening and letting Karan's tongue slide into her mouth. I could see their tongues twisting and entangling together, their lips locked together passionately.
"Do you like that?" she asked in a seductive tone breaking away for a moment, "You've wanted to do that since high school... didn't you, baby?" She added with a naughty smile, her fingers reaching up and caressing his cheek lovingly.
"Since... Since forever...", Karan whispered, "You and Tara have always been my dream girls... And now I get to fuck you in this uniform."
"Make me cum, first..." she whispered in reply, looking at both of us, "Mmmm.. I want you... ahh...to... I want both of you... you to... Ahhm... make me cum... Ahhhh!"
"With pleasure!" I whispered, leaning in and kissing Didi's neck, sucking and licking at her soft skin while Karan resumed his make out session. I also reached down between her legs, rubbing her wet slit through the flimsy material.
Within minutes, Karan and I were at her like two hungry wolves feasting on a piece of succulent deer. And Didi was loving every bit of it! We attacked our gorgeous Didi, kissing every square inch of her sexy body. While Karan's lips were glued to hers, I reached up and slid her bra down, freeing those massive, heavy tits of hers.
"God, I love how fucking sexy your tits are..." I whispered, cupping them and teasing her nipples.
"So full... so firm... I want to bury my head between them and suck on those fat fucking nipples all day long!" I growled, pinching the erect pink nipples and eliciting a loud gasp of pleasure from Didi.
"Ahhh... You really know how to make me... ahhh... feel good, don't you, Chhotu..." she moaned in pleasure, arching her back. Her breasts thrust out forward, offering them to me for more.
"Aaannd you too, Karan... my two big, horny studs!" Didi moaned in response to our teasing, her fingers pulling at our shirts, "Ahhhh... you both are... ahhh... so aggressive...!"
"That's what happens when you make us wait..." Karan growled, breaking away from his kiss. His hand reached between her legs and began stroking her wet panties. He pulled them aside, his finger slipping inside her tight wet slit.
"Oh my God... Karan! Mmmm!" She moaned, grinding against his fingers, "Ahhh... I love this... oh God... Ahh... Ahhhh... I am getting so wet... ahhhhh!" she cried out, her pussy leaking her sweet pussy juices onto Karan's fingers.
"Who's my slut?!" I whispered in her ears, my fingers twisting and tugging at her thick nipples.
"Whose little cumslut are you?" I growled in a low tone, pinching her hard nipples between my fingers while I sucked on the side of her neck, leaving a hickey on her skin.
"Ummmm... I am... ahhhhh..." Didi moaned breaking her kiss with Karan and tilting her head to look at me with glazed over eyes, "I-I am yours, Chhotu! Ahhhhh... Your cumslut!"
Her face leaned in, tongue hanging out as she attempted to kiss me, but I pulled away with a smirk, "And what does a good cumslut say when she's being teased like this?"
"Ahhhh... Thank You. Thank you, Master!" Didi moaned, her lips curving into a naughty smile, her eyes glinting with lust, "I-I am... ahhhhh... your slut! Thank You, Master!"
She cried out again, her fingers grabbing the back of my head, trying to pull me in for a kiss, but again, I pulled away with a grin, making her whimper with desire.
"Now, I also want you to tell Karan here... tell him how you will worship his cock like you worship mine." I said sternly, "Tell him how bad you want his cock..."
"I-I want his big thick cock in my slutty pussy!" She gasped, her hand gripping my hair and pulling me in for that kiss she wanted, her tongue slipping inside my mouth and swirling with mine.
Her lips tasted sweet, like candy, her scent intoxicating me with a desire for more, "I want... ahhhh... to feel it... stretching me... Ahhhh..." She moaned in between our hungry kisses.
"Mmmph! That's it, you slut... kiss your master!" I groaned into her mouth, "Tell us how bad you need us!"
"I'm... ahhhh... so close..." Didi gasped. My kiss was the catalyst she needed to reach the peak, "Ahhhhh... Please... Please... make me cum!"
Karan and I both intensified our attack, his finger pumping in and out of her dripping cunt. Her panties were bunched to one side, while I groped her tits and pinched her sensitive nipples.
"God!... I-I am cumming! Karan! Suraj! I'm cumming! Ahhhh!" Didi screamed out loud, her hips bucking up and down. We teased her mercilessly until her juices squirted out of her pussy, all over Karan's fingers.
"Ahhhh! Fuck! Oh God... aahhh..." Didi moaned, her entire body trembling, her eyes rolling up in ecstasy.
She arched her back, thrusting her tits upwards and letting me bury my face in her cleavage, licking and sucking at her luscious tit-flesh. All this while her pussy convulsed in an orgasm.
Karan and I slowed our pace, easing her through her first orgasm. Eventually, Pooja Didi's spasms stopped, her breathing slowly returning to normal.
"That... That was... Amazing..." She whispered, looking at the both of us.
"God... you are so gorgeous!" Karan groaned, his lips now moving down to her neck while Didi moaned and writhed between us, "Ahhh... You're such a tease... but so worth it!"
"We're not done yet! Come down and help me suck on her tits, Bro!" I suggested, "Her nipples are always more sensitive after she's just cum. She will cum again in no time if both of us lick them together."
Karan nodded with a grin and we both leaned in, each one of us grabbing a breast, sucking one thick nipple into our mouth, making her squeal in pleasure, "Ahhhh! Ohhh... Myyy... Goooddd..." She cried out loudly, her fingers digging into the back of our heads.
The sight of her in that tiny school uniform. Her blouse undone, her big tits spilling out of the confines and her nipples in both our mouths was too hot. I could feel myself leaking pre-cum, the front of my pants already having a wet patch. But it wasn't the time for that.
"Ahhh... Fuck... Ohh... my nipples... ahhh..." Didi gasped, her body arching up and thrusting her tits into our faces, her legs spread lewdly apart, her panties soaked and wet, "You both... ahhh... ohh... oh my god... Ahhhh!"
Her hands pushed us both down, her fingers twisting in our hair while she moaned loudly, her hips bucking up. She was a moaning mess and loving it.
"You're going to cum again, aren't you, slut?" I whispered, my teeth gently nibbling at the sensitive tip of her thick nipple. "You're going to cum just from us sucking on your tits!"
"I-I can't help it..." She groaned in reply, "Ahh... your tongues feel so... aahhh... fucking amazing... Oh my God... Ahhhh..."
Her face was flushed red, her lips parted, her eyes closed and her hips grinding back and forth. She was getting close. "Ahh... Ahh... Ahh... I'm... Ohh... I'm so... ahhhhh..."
"Cum for me... Cum like my little slut!" I hissed into her boob while her body writhed with lust between us, "Be a good little cumslut for your Chhotu and Karan!"
"Oh God!... I am going to cum! Ahh... Karan... Suraj... Ahh... I-I am going to cum again!" She cried, her voice trembling with ecstasy.
"Go on... Cum like the little slut you are!" Karan whispered between licks on her nipples. He'd caught on to how my dirty talk turned her on.
"Ahhhh..." She whimpered in pleasure, biting her lower lip. She was close.
"Do you hear yourself? Listen to your moaning like a whore... Such a naughty schoolgirl!" Karan whispered into her tits, "You need to be taught a lesson for being such a cock-tease..."
"Ahhh... I-I know..." She moaned, "Ahhh... But it feels so good... Ahhhh... I-I am... cummmiiiinnnngg!" She cried out, her body convulsing, her fingers tightening their hold on the back of our heads and pushing us into her breasts.
"Oh God! Fuck... Ahhhhh!" she screamed out loud, her body writhing between the two of us while she came yet again.
"Oh my God! Oh God! Ahhh!" Didi whimpered, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her body, her hips bucking up, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Finally, her spasms ceased, and she slumped back, her eyes fluttering open, weakly.
"Fuck, she is so damn sexy when she cums..." Karan murmured, his hand caressing Didi's hair affectionately as he kissed her nipple one last time, while she slowly rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.
"You... are right about that..." I agreed, kissing her other nipple, my fingers tracing the outline of her areolas.
"Mmm... Thank You... Masters!" Pooja Didi gasped, her voice a ragged whisper, "Can we go upstairs now... ahhh... I can't take it anymore..."
I looked up and saw there was still another five minutes left before the time was up and this little game would be over, but there was no way I was going to stop now. Not after watching my sweet Pooja Didi's two explosive orgasms, one right after the other.
"Oh no no, Didi... We have a few more minutes left of this game you started. We are going to make you cum at least once more in these last five minutes!" I growled in reply, sliding down her body and kneeling between her legs, pushing them apart, exposing her dripping, wet pussy, "And then we'll fuck you nice and slow later on tonight, right Karan?"
Karan grinned back and nodded. He leaned in, grabbing Pooja Didi's chin and tilting her head towards his, his lips kissing hers in a deep and passionate kiss, "Now be a good little slut... and let Suraj here lick that pussy and make you cum again!"
"Wait!... What? No!... Ahhhh..." She protested; her voice muffled through his kiss. "I can't take anymore... Oh God! Ahhhhh..." She cried out, her back arching when my tongue licked at the wet entrance to her pussy.
I ignored her pleas and buried my face between her thighs. Her scent was intoxicating, and my tongue lapped at the sweet, sticky nectar of her juicy pussy.
"Mmm... Mmm..." Pooja Didi moaned through her kisses, her hips grinding down, her pussy lips rubbing against my chi.
"Oh my God! Oh God... Oh... ahhh..." Didi gasped loudly, "Ahhh... That's it... Ahhh... Ohhh my God... Please stop..." she moaned, her eyes pleading with me and Karan to take pity on her and end her delicious torture.
Even for a slut like her, this was too much. Her thighs trembled and her toes curled up. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a scream of pleasure.
Meanwhile, Karan had her arms pinned over her head, kissing her passionately, muffling her moans while her body convulsed and shook. She was cumming yet again, but I was relentless. My tongue flicked on her engorged pink clit.
She was so close to cumming again, and when I caressed it mercilessly with my tongue, that really pushed her over.
"UHHHhh... FFFFuuuckkkkkk! Ahhhhhh..." She whimpered loudly into his mouth when her orgasm hit her hard.
Karan finally broke his kiss, leaving Pooja Didi gasping for breath. Meanwhile, I sat up, licking my lips and savouring the sweet taste of her delicious pussy.
"You guys are... ahhh... are animals..." She panted, "Oh my God, I can't... I can't feel my legs... I never came so many times... Ahhhh... I think I lost count of the number of times you two made me cum today..."
Her chest heaved as she gasped for air, her body glistening with sweat. She looked so fucking sexy in just that tiny skirt, white socks and her shirt completely unbuttoned, hanging off her arms, exposing those big, luscious tits. The school tie with our emblem at its tip, hung lifelessly between her cleavage.
Looking at how hot she looked, we would probably have swapped places and gone for another round. But to Didi's good fortune, the alarm went off just in time.
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
***
For the next few minutes, Didi panted and gasped on the couch between us. It was clear that we had pushed her to her limit, and we didn't want to force her any more.
"Didi... are you alright?", I asked, a bit worried. Maybe we had gone too far.
She took a few moments to respond. Opening her eyes slowly, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm.
"Oh God... you two..." She whispered in reply, her fingers tracing my lips.
"That was... amazing... The best ever... Thank You... Master!" She said in a low whisper, leaning forward and kissing me on the lips.
"Ready for Round 2?" Karan asked, rising to his feet and slowly unbuttoning his jeans. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now."
I glanced at my friend and then back at her. She looked at me with a shy expression, almost as if asking for permission. And I smirked and nodded to her making her smile even wider. I took off my shirt, throwing it aside and began taking my pants off. All this while, Didi sat there and watched, a twinkle in her eyes.
Within moments, both friends were stripped naked. I watched Pooja Didi, her eyes wide as saucers, taking in our nude, athletic bodies. Karan and I stood in front of her, both sporting rock-hard cocks. She looked from one cock to another, a lustful expression as she eyed our cocks hungrily.
"Mmm... Look at my two studs... all ready to fuck your Didi?" She murmured softly, getting up on her feet, her hands reaching forward and wrapping her fingers around both our cocks. Karan and I groaned, our cocks twitching in her soft grip.
"So fucking big... Mmmm... so fucking thick...", she whispered, stroking our hard shafts. We groaned as her thumbs brushed across the tips of our cocks, spreading our pre-cum over the swollen heads.
Our cocks were practically glistening with pre-cum, thanks to the hour-long foreplay with the sexy Goddess. "You both must want to fuck me so much now... hmm?"
"Yes!" we groaned in response, our hands groping Didi's soft curvy figure. Our fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass and tits.
"Mmm... Get on the couch, Karan... I want to ride that cock that fucked my sister so hard..." She said giving his cock a long stroke before pushing him down on the coach.
"And you..." she said, turning to me, giving me a soft, passionate kiss, "I want you to feed me that big cock while I ride Karan," she murmured, her lips nibbling on my lips.
"I want you to watch your friend's cock slide in and out of your slut's pussy while you feed her your big thick cock... Can you do that for me, master?"
It seemed from her sudden confidence that Didi had something special planned for us and I was eager to see how the rest of this scene would play out.
She winked at me before turning to Karan, a sexy, lustful smile on her lips, "Mmmm... I've been waiting to do this all day!"
