Misc. Erotica Raja, Rani and Others

Author's Note: Continuing the story of Raja and Rani and others, mainly focussing on their sexual activity. All of them commit adultery. A bit heavy on the descriptions.

Raja found himself very busy at work. In fact, they made him a permanent employee and gave him more responsibilities. He felt quite uncomfortable at first. He, an uneducated young man, hobnobbing with some people who had a better education and more experience than him. But his superiors were supportive, and recognized Raja more for his skills than his social and educational background. For that Raja was grateful and decided that he would do whatever was necessary.

Of course, the extra money that he pulled in worked out well for him and Rani. He bought her some good clothes and jewelry, but a good wife that Rani was, decided that since Raja was now a regular employee, he needed to be looking smart and good at work. So they spent some on Raja clothes, and he indeed looked slick and handsome in his new clothes. Everyone at work and around his neighborhood noticed it, and were happy for him.

Even after a couple of weeks after coming back, Rani couldn't get over the fact that she had her sister had discussed so many intimate topics with each other, and the fact that they had talked about their own parents having sex and seen their in-laws' brutal fucking was still on her mind. Those images, she thought, would never go away. During the day when she had nothing to do and her mind wandered, she wondered if Raja would still be as virile as his father when he grew older. She hoped he'd be and she would do anything to help him, of course. She knew he was working harder these days, and that meant he usually came home later than usual and more tired and exhausted, and she was ready for him.

She threw herself whole-heartedly into housework and into satisfying Raja's desires. She showed renewed interest in giving Raja oral pleasure, and was patient with him when they had sex. And she did not complain when he started new positions with her. His favorite nowadays was fucking in what he said was "Like dogs!", and she was self conscious as in this position she couldn't see him, but he always parted her ass cheeks and looked at her asshole. On some occasions he even thrust his thumb into her asshole, spit on it and massaged it. His pleasure when he did these things were evident from his groans and moans. "Oh! Rani.. you are so beautiful from behind! Your fucking ass is great! Ah! Ah! Ah!!". And he screamed in a pleasure and agony as he pulled out of her and spurted his semen on her ass.

Her sister had asked if Raja had taken her from behind, fucked her in her ass. Was Raja getting ready to ask her to do it? What would she do? Just say yes and accept it, she guessed. Why is he interested in getting into that hole? She was always clean there as well, but it was just gross to think of something like that, but then she had not experienced it so what was she to know. Meena had told her about female contraception so now she and Raja had sex without condoms and it was so good and satisfying, flesh rubbing against flesh. The heat transferring from Raja's cock onto the walls of her cunt. Sooo good!

But even during their sessions, the images of her father-in-law ploughing into her mother-in-law, his big, loose balls slamming into her were playing in her mind. She remembered she had even imagined having sex with her father-in-law! "What was that all about? How could she?" she asked herself. There was no answer to that of course. She was hesitant to masturbate at home, afraid that those images will still come back into her head. But Meena was right. She was aware that her father-in-law was leering and ogling her. What was she to do? She just went about her business.

Just like Raja, his brother Ramu's business was also growing and he was busy trying to maintain and expand it. But on returning from their trip, their baby had fallen sick and Meena was occupied with that and was concerned that the baby was not recovering fast. She had to spend most of the night taking care of the boy and this frustrated both of them no end. But still Ramu had to have his way and he forced himself on Meena almost every morning, and she was in no position to complain. Ramu did not care that she was dry down there. He just spat on her pussy and spread his spit on his cock and rammed it into her cunt, despite her groans of protestations.

But during the day, with Ramu away at work, and the baby finally asleep, she satisfied herself in the only way she knew. At first she slinked away to the bathroom to take care of her lust and desires, but then realized her baby was only a year old and wouldn't know what was happening anyway, so she saved herself a trip to the bathroom and masturbated on the bed itself.

Sometimes, Meena went at it more than once, fantasizing about getting fucked by multiple men (and boys) simultaneously. She had told Rani that she wanted to have sex with older men, and that was not a lie. Ever since she had seen her father and that other woman going at it in the backyard, she started fantasizing about older men. She knew that any man, old or young for tha matter, would be willing to fuck her if she offered herself. They wouldn't care if she was a mother or she was fat and ugly, as long as she gave them her mouth, hands and cunt. "But where are the opportunities?" She asked herself. But for the visits to the markets, she rarely ventured outside. So she fantasized about the men she knew - Ramu's friends, her neighbour who was already married and had four kids but didn't stop flirting with her at every opportunity, maybe the vegetable vendor who came daily to their front door. How about her own father-in-law - he would be willing to fuck her brains out, that whore-son, asshole. Some days she wished someone would realize that she was alone at home with her baby and come inside and Ra*e her. Anybody.

Frustrated by the lack of proper attention and response from his wife, Ramu could only be jealous of the folks who did not have the pressures that he was facing. He automatically thought of his brother, Raja and his wife, Rani. "Wow! What a couple! What a situation they are in now. No kids. Just the two of them. I bet they are going at it like rabbits! And that Rani! So young, so sweet and ripe!" He had stolen long glances at Rani when they all were together, without anyone being the wiser. He noticed her tits were small when seen from the side, but he was sure they were round and fabulous when uncovered. And those thick thighs, stretching the cloth of her sari as she walked. Her ankles and shapely calves peeking out as she sat crossed legged drove him wild. He bet she was like a hot bitch and whore in bed. Meena was just like that when they were newly married. Silent in front of others, but burning with a fire more fierce than his own when they were alone. "Fuck. Raja is so lucky!" Ramu imagined fucking Rani as he lay with Meena. All sorts of scenarios were going around in his mind.

So life went on as usual for these two families. But it was not to remain like this for long. A lot of changes were in store!

One day when Raja reached work, he was surprised to see a group of people in the area where he worked. There were mostly young boys, but there were a few girls as well. Raja's supervisor walked over to him and said, "Hey Raja, these are trainees from the head office here to learn about what we do. So can you please show them around?"

Raja was not ready for this, "Me, sir? What.. what can I..."

"You are one of our best. You know everything around here. Besides, they will be here for only a few days. So just show them some things, they will write their reports and be on their way, OK?"

Ramu agreed, "OK, sir."

Ramu felt awkward in the midst of these educated folks. He immediately felt their condescending attitude and stares and heard their smirks while he showed them around - this raw, rough, uneducated fellow. But Raja kept his cool and showed them that no one in the company knew the intricate details of the machines and how they worked better than he.

But not all of the people in the group were cold towards him. There was one girl that took a particular interest in him and what he had to say. But he didn't know if it was him or the work that interested her and prompted her to ask questions and talk to him. Maybe it was a bit of both, he thought. And he began feeling more and more comfortable with her as the day went along. On subsequent days, he just focussed on her, and his work became easier.

There was nothing specific about her in his mind, just the curiosity of seeing a girl in her position among all the other boys and men. Her actions, her words and how she handled herself were all an eye opener for him. He had never worked with a woman or a girl so closely ever before and this was his first chance. He was amazed by her confidence, style, speech and diction. They all showed that she had class.

Her name was Nalini, he came to know. On their breaks, he positioned himself in such a way so as to observe her closely. And she was a beauty, at least in his eyes. She was dark and dusky, with glasses (spectacles) that complemented the color of her skin. She was not too thin, but not too fat either. The clothes she wore accentuated her figure nicely. Like other girls these days, she always wore tight-fitting salwar-kameez.The bottom skin-tight on her calves and legs, there were no wrinkles on the cloth. Her top clung to her chest, waist and hips and around her thighs, and highlighted her real hourglass shape, and left nothing to his imagination. The dress was pressed so close to her backside, that when she walked he could clearly see the outlines of her underwear, her ass cheeks and her ass crack. He wondered what sort of panties she wore. Definitely not like the ones Rani wore, when she wore them.

His eyes went to her tits. The bra she was wearing was clearly outlined, and so were her breasts that they were holding up. Though they were covered, her tits seemed big. He immediately drew a comparison with Rani's boobs. Nalini's were definitely much bigger than his wife. He wondered how they would be, their shape and size and the color of her nipples. Was she a virgin? Had she been fucked? Had someone cradled those magnificent globes with their hands, sucked and bit the nipples.

"Wow!" he realized. "I am getting excited and aroused by this stranger who I have met only a day before! What the fuck!" Truly, he had not thought about any woman or girl (but for his brother's wife, Meena) other than Rani after their marriage. But here he was, getting an erection, standing about fifty feet from this girl, Nalini. "Fuck! Why was this happening? Is it because she's the first girl to talk to me, to notice me in a while?"

That night he and Rani had finished their early dinner, and he was watching a late night cricket match, but his mind wandered to Nalini and he got a hard-on. He reached out for Rani's hand, and she came readily. She fished the front of his shorts with her hand and put it inside and pulled out his slowly hardening cock. "Boy!" she thought. "He is big and hard and ready! Must have missed me!" She fisted his cock and stroked it slowly, watching the purple head start glistening and mushrooming. The bangles on her hand made a steady jingling sound as her fist ran up and down on his dick. She spat on her hand and put the spit on Raja's dick. She knew he liked it.

But though Raja was intently watching his wife's actions, his mind was totally on Nalini. She unbuttoned her top and pulled it off her body. She was not wearing any bra and her huge tits flowed out and he sucked them. He cupped her hairy mound and bent down to lick and suck her outer lips, put his tongue inside her cunt hole and lap her juices. When she had enough, she pulled him up by his long, silky hair. He was already naked and when it was her turn, she knelt down and opened her mouth and took his thick cock into her mouth. He involuntarily reached up and pulled Rani's head down on his cock and was rewarded with the coolness of her mouth and spit on his hot stub.

Raja grabbed Rani's head and rammed it up and down on his cock. His dick felt so hard and thick and Rani's spit flowed profusely from her mouth onto his belly, drenching his hair. He tugged and pulled her so hard that it hurt. She complained, with his cock still in her mouth, "Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm!" and put her hand out to stop him. But Raja was caught in a frenzy that day. He stopped for a few seconds, and then held her head steady and rammed up and down from a sitting position into her mouth.

They were still in their sitting room. The TV was on, and the windows were open. Sounds from the street and the other houses were streaming in. But Raja was oblivious to all that. He was fucking Nalini in the mouth. She had her glasses off and was looking straight at him as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. When he reached down and grabbed the head bobbing on his dick, he suddenly realized it was Rani who was sucking his cock. He reached down and pulled her up. He got up and took off his vest and shorts in quick fashion and stood naked, his dick proudly stiff and an angle to his belly. He grabbed Rani and pulled off her nightie. She only had her bra on and was ready for a session of sex. She looked at him and reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Now both of them were totally nude.

He pushed her down and in a single motion, grabbed her legs and lifted them and parted them and plunged his cock into her cunt. Or at least he tried to, and missed. The thick throbbing dick hit Rani somewhere in her crotch area and it hurt! "Aiyoh, amma, careful!" she said, and grabbed his dick with her fingers and guided him inside her hole.

The fuck session did not last long, to Rani's surprise. Raja ejaculated in her rather quickly and she was disappointed. Raja could not control himself. In his mind, he was fucking Nalini, and somewhere in the process, Nalini had inserted her finger into his ass causing him to loose control. "Fuck!" he screamed, as he spewed his semen into his wife's womb. "Take it! Fuck. Fuck! Fuck!!" he hissed.

Rani held on for dear life. "He must have had a real stressful day," she decided. But Raja did make up for this in the session in the morning, which was long and satisfying for both of them. Rani held his biceps and looked up at him, as he had his eyes closed and was concentrating on his cock pistoning in and out of her. Or that's what she thought. But Raja was really between Nalini's thick thighs. And Nalini was grunting and moaning as Raja struggled atop her. He took a lot of breaks. He pulled Rani up and fucked her doggy style. He parted her cheeks and imagined doing the same to Nalini. He then had Rani come on top of him and ride his cock. Finally when he came, the release was spectacular. Nalini was on top and riding his cock. Up and down she went, her crotch smacking on his belly, her cunt hairs tickling the bare skin. He held her hips and slammed into her and he came in long spurts. And as she rose off of him, long streams of her white cunt juices and his cum trickled out of her pussy onto his belly. Nalini giggled as both of them saw it.

"Aiyoh, Raja," Rani said, snapping him out of his dreams. "You took me for a long time today. So long, longer than usual. What got into you? Did you not see the time? Get up and get ready or else you will be late for work!" She got up and took a towel and wiped the secretions from his belly and put the towel on her crotch and wiped her pussy clean with it.

"What? What?" Raja said, slightly disoriented. Then he realized where he was and said, "Oh, ok.. Ok, I will get ready. You get the food...."

That day at work he was absolutely embarrassed to meet Nalini's eyes. It was not as though Nalini knew his fantasies or what he imagined in his head while fucking his wife. But he was particularly shy that morning, nevertheless. Nalini sensed that something was amiss and asked, "Are you Ok, Raja? You seem different today."

"No. No. Madam. Nothing. Nothing. Everything is fine. No problem. Let's go. We have work..."

Nalini was used to this. She knew the effect she had on Men and boys. They just turned to jelly in front of her sooner or later. Raja was in the same boat. It just took him a while. Sad. She wanted to get to know him a little better, but she'd be leaving in a few days. Back, back to the big city and her big city work, and big city friends and big city food and big city stress, and all the rest that came with a big city. What a pity.

++++ Nalini ++++

Nalini sympathized with Raja. After all, her father was just like him. A man from a neighboring village, perhaps the same one that Raja came from, who tried to make it first in a town and then with ambitions to get to the big city some day. Her father and mother worked hard to provide a good education for Nalini and her brother. Her parents lacked basic education but had the foresight to know that education would pave the way to a better life for their children.

But tragedy struck their family when Nalini was in the second year of her college. Her father passed away due to an illness he kept hidden from his children. Bowing to family pressure, Nalini got engaged to her uncle's son Ravi, who was not supportive of her studies, and was totally against her mixing with her friends, especially boys. He suspected her of sleeping around. And to make sure he was the one to whom she'd give her virginity, forced himself on her one summer evening, just three months from when their wedding was supposed to occur.

In shock, she reported this to her mother, whose cool and calm reaction was, "When a husband does that, it is not Ra*e. You have to satisfy him any way he wants. That's the secret to a good marriage!"

"But amma, [amma = mother] he raped me! And, we are not married yet! Can't you do something? After all he is your brother's son. I will report it to..to.."

"No," her mother was definite. "You cannot! You will do nothing of that sort. You will not bring shame upon this family. You will keep quiet about it. That's the way it is going to be. Always been that way! No one ever opens their mouth in this family, especially girls. Keep it quiet, OK. I did, so should you."

"What? What are you saying? Did ..did...appa [*appa = father ]..did he...with you?"

"I don't want to talk about it! Well, if you want to know...we were going to get married anyway. So what was the harm in...in.., you know?"

So her mother and father had pre-marital sex!

"Did he.. force...Ra*e you..how .. how ..long...before...?" she asked.

"Ra*e?" her mother laughed. "No...no..that's not what I call it..Well.. they kept pushing our marriage back because of the drought those years.. So...and..your father was not a patient man, you know....so he asked and.. and..I agreed...maybe a year or so?"

"But amma, Ravi did not wear..wear.....a condom..I may be pregnant!"

"We'll see. If you are, we will just go to the temple and get you both married. No harm done. See?"

Nalini could not stomach this. She did not understand how her mother could be so cool. But again, her parents had done this so it was not something that bothered her mother.

But Ravi had raped her! That motherfucking, son of a bitch! She was a virgin until then, of course, which made him happy. But that asshole, son of a whore did not wear protection as he continued fucking her repeatedly over a period of two weeks. She had a feeling he knew what he was doing. He must have had sex before. His experience showed in the way he handled her.

He just rushed to finish the first few times, But lately he had started taking his time. Slow and steady, taking breaks, seeing if she was okay. And to her surprise, she was! She was looking forward to the sessions with him! The last time she had even taken off all her clothes, been fully naked in front of him! His eyes bulged as he took in her fantastic hourglass figure, her slim waist, wide hips, round boobs and hairy crotch. His dick was huge, she noticed. When he made her fist his cock, she did it slowly, feeling the throbbing thickness, the vein under it, the skin on the mushroom head, and enjoyed the smell that emanated from it. She parted her legs voluntarily, and hung on to his arms and shoulders and a few moans and groans escaped her lips, involuntarily. They both felt the juices flowing out of her cunt. It was beginning to be pleasurable for her! She became bolder, and she glanced down at their crotches as he plunged into her. His thick black dick sliding easily in and out of her pussy, covered with her creamy juices. She even looked up at him and smiled.

Ravi moved into her house and Nalini and he lived as husband and wife without getting married. She was furious with her mother for allowing this. She had a nagging scare of getting pregnant. She convinced Ravi to wear a condom but he bargained with her for various sexual acts she found despicable. She gave him her mouth and he gleefully fucked her in that hole. He made her suck his drooping, heavy hairy balls, and as the final act of indecency, he made her lick his asshole. "Ahh...kutti! ..You bitch whore..ahhh fuck!!! This is good! Lick it.. Lick..put your tongue in it..ahhhh!! Yessssss!! yesssssss!" She was repulsed at the smell and taste of his butt hole. But she drew the line at anal sex. As he turned her over and parted her ass cheeks, she steamed, "Nooooo! Nooooo! Please..I will scream, people will come.. Not now.. Maybe later..nooooo! I'll do anything.. Not this!" And he relented. But he finished in her mouth without warning. She gagged and retched and he just giggled throughout, that motherfucker!. She was convinced he had done all this with other women before. She endured all this, just so he would wear some sort of protection when they fucked.

And in frustration and just to get back at her mother, she deliberately made loud moaning and groaning noises as Ravi rammed his cock into her. She secretly kept their door open so her mother could see and hear them going at it like rabbits, at nights and in the mornings before he dropped her off at college. She acted happy and satisfied around her mother, humming and singing.

But if her mother was annoyed, she did not show it. "See, I told you! If you do what your man wants, keep him satisfied, all will be well. And I can see he is keeping you happy. Very happy!"

"Amma. Keep quiet. You don't know what all he is making me do. All dirty things. Is this something a daughter and mother talk about?"

"Why? My mother asked me, so I am asking you. What's wrong with that?"

"What? Paati knew that you...you..and appa...were...fucking before you got married? Did appa make you do all those dirty things?"

"Uff, don't be crude. And don't use that language. Of course, he did. All men want the same things! And I told my mother. Only she knew. No one else."

Wow! She thought. She'd never imagined her parents doing it. Did they have anal sex? Did appa put his cock into her amma's mouth? Fuck!!

But one day, she overheard Ravi talking to her mother, "Athai, [Atha=Aunty ] your daughter is a firecracker! She is out of control. You kept her hidden for so long. One man is not enough for her!! I know a lot of girls, but only a few like her...Ha Ha!"

Her mother had shushed him, "Uff.. keep quiet. Just get married soon and have some kids. Then you can do whatever you want with whoever you want!"

"How about you, Athai? You were like that....remember those days when we... eh?...eh?..you were my first..you taught me..... You too were......."

"Shut up! SHUT UP! Someone will hear! Get out. Now!!"

"I am here athai, if and when you want. It has been, what, four months now? You need...."

"GET OUT!" her mother screamed in mock horror.

"Oh Athai, can't hide it from me. I know about the priest. The one who did the ceremonies for your husband..."

"Please! NO!!.. That was..was..only once.....please don't tell it out loud, you asshole!"

"Ha ha ha," Ravi leered. "One or twice or three times, all the same Athai!"

Nalini's heart stopped. Literally! What the fuck was she hearing? What? Did amma and Ravi.. holy mother of god! No. No.. this can't be true.. How could it be? First, amma and appa had premarital sex. Now she was hearing that Ravi and amma - aunt and nephew - were..were..Oh fucking god! This was too much!

And what did Ravi mean about the priest? She knew her mother had arranged for regular pooja's (prayer ceremonies) for her father's dear departed soul. But did she have something else going on besides? Lord No!

Her mind was racing to the days in the years past when Ravi and his sister Lata used to spend summers at her house. They would play in the yard and fields and go to the river bank, but Ravi stayed back on some occasions with some excuse or another.

And what about the times when other cousins and uncles visited their house? Particularly that pot bellied, ugly, older uncle who was a truck driver? He made frequent visits. This was around the time when Nalini had come of age, and she remembered feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed around him as he hugged her and ran his hands over her, acting like a loving uncle, but crushing her chest to his own, pressing her tender, new, budding boobs against his belly. Did amma and he...? She strained her mind to recall any small hint or detail from those days that might indicate something was amiss. Something that she had considered normal all those years ago but on recollecting and reexamining could only point to something sexual. She could not even bear to think that her mother was, after all, an adulteress and sexually promiscuous.

What about amma and Ravi? Did they fuck behind her back? When she was away at college? Amma was still young, just forty. So maybe...What sexual acts did they do? He must have been very young when he and amma....surely they must have engaged in unspeakable acts? He must have forced her, or maybe she did it willingly. It boggled her mind. Here she was, thinking her mom was an innocent, caring, loving housewife, fussing over her husband and children, but nothing was as it appeared. Fuck!

But then again, why not? Why can't a woman be both? An attentive, kindhearted woman to her husband, children and to the world, but a whore and prostitute in bed, and have many partners? Why should a woman be satisfed with just one man, when men can fuck around? But it was her mother, and that made it more unthinkable. Would she herself be like that?

She continued thinking, "What a convoluted world this was! She was going to marry a man who was her first and only sexual partner, but who's first partner was her own mother! Wow." She decided then and there she wasn't going to get married to Ravi. So what if she was not a virgin. There were many girls like her, living happily married lives with their husbands. She was over eighteen and it was illegal to force any girl over that age to marry someone she did not want to. So that was settled. Now, how was she to break this news to her mother and Ravi? How was she to tell them she knew about their scandalous affair?

Fate intervened and helped her out, in a way.

Ravi was a notorious womanizer and turned out he rubbed the wrong people the wrong way once too often. Things got out of hand with one particular woman or girl. The woman's family put out a hit on Ravi. Later, police would name it an honor killing.

The house was sent into gloom and sorrow for the next few weeks. Her mother was inconsolable. Partly for the loss of a young life, partly for her lover and finally for someone who would have married her daughter. Who would wed Nalini now? What would happen to the family?

Nalini played the part of a bereaved cousin and would-be-wife very convincingly, but she was relieved to get out of the crutches of Ravi and her own mother. She was already making plans for her college and beyond. She would follow her brother to the big city and a big city job. And who can foretell what lay in her future?

But her dreams came crashing down one day when she was struck with the realization that she had missed her monthly period. She was pregnant! And the father was dead! She was not married! Fuck! What a cruel game fate could play.

Surprisingly, she was cool about this. "I will handle this," she told herself. "I will get rid of the baby. No one needs to know. I will finish my college and go to the city. Fuck all those who stand in my way." She steeled herself.

She knew a classmate whose sister was a nurse at a doctor's clinic. The Dr.'s name was Mufti and he was not from their community but he was well respected and known regardless. She had seen him many times around town over the years with his family, a wife and a few kids. He was a prominent citizen amongst the townsfolk.

The nurse's name was Radha, but she called her 'akka' [elder sister ] as was customary. Radha was shocked to hear about this. She believed Nalini's story that this was a boy she fell in love with at college.

"I told you to be careful, Nalini. These boys at college are always like this. They are pigs. He would deny all this of course? Call you a whore and this is not his baby?

Nalini said, "Yes, akka. You are correct. He is an asshole. Motherfucker!" She was content, letting Radha believe that it was one of the boys at her college that made her pregnant.

"Okay," Radha said. "Come and see the Dr. tomorrow. I will tell him about you. Nothing to worry."

So Nalini went to the Dr.'s Mufti's clinic the next day. He was an old gentleman, maybe pushing sixty or more. Radha helped him examine her and then went out of the room to attend to the patients who had just come into the Dr.'s clinic.

Dr, Mufti turned to Nalini and said, "OK. I'll do it. There is no risk now. You don't have any elders to help you? You don't want your mother to know about this, I guess?"

"Yes, Dr., I want to finish this quickly and quietly."

The Dr. nodded his head. "Okay. It's going to cost you, though."

"Oh. Dr., I am willing to pay. How much and when should I...do you plan on doing it?"

The Dr. lowered his voice, and said, "We will do it in two days time. But you will have to pay now."

"What? Oh..I did not get the money with me. How much is it, Dr.?" she inquired.

The Dr. met her eye and locked on her. "I don't need money," he said in a whisper.

"Then, how, Dr.?" she asked.

"You can pay by other means, no?" he said, still looking straight into her eyes.

She was confused. She looked down, and thought for a moment what the Dr. meant. And then realization dawn on her. He meant she had to pay him. Now. With sex. With her body! She looked up and said, "Dr., now...here?"

But the Dr. was already on his feet. He came over to her, grabbed her by the arm and took her to another chair in the corner of the room. Nalini followed, in a trance. The Dr. pushed her down on the chair, which was bigger, softer and more comfortable than the one at his desk. He then proceeded to unbuckle his pants, and then pushed it and his underwear down to his knees. His solid, thick penis jutted out from below his substantial belly. His cock was small, much smaller than Ravi's. As she looked at his turgid member entranced, the Dr. grabbed her head and thrust it down on his crotch. He wanted her to suck him off! Fuck!!

"Do it. Do it. Or I'll tell everyone about you. Come on, you slut. You get fucked by someone and now you want to hide it? You have to pay. Suck my cock and I will keep quiet. No one will know!!"

Nalini tried to resist, "No. No... please.. I will shout and scream and...." she couldn't finish her sentence. A heavy, thick palm rained down on her. He had slapped her. Hard. Her ears rang from the heat and pain. The next thing she knew, his cock was in her mouth. Hard, and thick and smelly. He had her by her head, his hands holding her steady as he rammed his crotch into her. She couldn't get away. Her ear pinged with a whiny sound. Her eyes filled with tears. Her mouth hurt. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't get away from him. She was nauseated. She had done this with Ravi before and knew the only way to end it quickly was to let him have his way. Ravi used to go at it with her for a long, long time, until her mouth, lips and tongue hurt. But the Dr. was old and luckily he had no stamina. He groaned after about half a minute or so, became stiff as a rod, and then spurted weakly into her. "Oh my god!" a voice screamed in her head. "He is finishing in my mouth!" Ravi came like a water hose, filling her mouth with his foul-tasting semen, but the Dr. merely ejaculated two small drops, and then pushed her away. She turned and spat his jism onto the floor. "Use the wash basin!" she heard him say, as he adjusted his clothes. She washed her mouth and rearranged her dress and hair, and quickly walked out. Radha pointedly ignored her and made like she was seriously in conversation with some other lady.

Little did she know that the good doctor was not done with her, yet. She went to the clinic on the day of her appointment and was surprised to see that only he and Radha were there. She felt scared, lonely and vulnerable. The thin robe they gave her made her feel more naked and exposed tha she had ever been before. Only Ravi had seen her in such a situation before. The operating room was small and Radha prepared her for the procedure.

Then with horror she realized that Dr. Mufti was standing at the end of the table, between her legs, and he had no pants on! He was completely naked from the waist. His thick tummy was exposed and his penis was jutting out at an angle, erect and ready.

"What! Wait. Why? No. No," she screamed. But her legs were held apart and stiff by some contraption! She looked at Radha, "Akka.. akka...no no help! What is he doing?" But Radha had her back turned to them and was bent over the basin, ignoring her.

The Dr. was doing the talking. "All you bitch sluts! No shame at all! Getting knocked up by some asshole and now acting all pure and nice! Cheating motherfucking cunts! Do you know how many of you I have seen in my life? How many have come to me! How many girls like you I have fucked! You whore! Dumb cock sucker! Hmmmph. You're mine, today!" and he laughed.

Nalini could only twist this way and that, wailing and sobbing. She knew there was no escape this time also. She was going to be raped, for the second time in her life.

Then he said, "Hey, you, come do your thing, now!" Radha opened a cupboard and took out a tube and approached them. Nalini stopped and watched her and realized that Radha had to have done this many times before. With practiced motions, she squeezed some sort of cream from the tube onto her fingers. And as Nalini watched, fascinated, Radha lubricated Dr.'s cock with her hand. He groaned in satisfaction as she fisted and spread the gel on his cock. Then, horror of horrors, Radha took some more of the cream on her fingers and applied them to Nalini's crotch. They had shaved her there before so now it burned. Nalini screamed, "Aiyoooh, amma..ahhhh...akka no! Please!" But her entreaties fell on deaf ears. Radha was now inserting her finger into Nalini's cunt and moving it in and out, lubricating her.

"Enough!" said Dr. roughly, and Radha removed her hand. She did not move away but watched as the Dr. slid his cock easily into Nalini's well-lubricated cunt hole.

"Ahhh....Ahhh..Ahhh! So nice..yes yes yes!" he gloated.

He fucked her for about ten strokes and stopped. "You are Jyoti's girl, yes? You know..haha... I was your mother's doctor. I pulled you out of your mother's belly twenty years ago! Oh! hahaha... and now I am fucking you! You stinking piece of shit! You dumb cunt! Just like your mother!"

Then he rammed her hard, punctuating each of his words with a hard thrust into her that shook every bone in her body. She listened with dread and horror, open-mouthed, oblivious of his fucking, to the words that came out of his mouth! "Yes...I...fucked...Jyoti.....your...mother......she...was.....a....slut....like...you.....she....was...right....on....this....table...yes...yes...yes....you....were......still....a...small......girl..then....ahhh...ahhhh.....I...am....sure...her...cunt....was....as......sweet....as....yours...mother...fucking ..cunt..cunt.....ahhh!!!"

Nalini looked up and locked eyes with Radha. She understood Radha's position. Perhaps she also was caught in the twisted web spun by the doctor. They eyed each other, two women trapped in a man's world, at their mercy!

"Do your thing, you bitch," the Dr. growled at Radha. She then proceeded to put her hand between the Dr.'s knees from behind. Nalini could only imagine what she was doing there. She was obviously fondling his balls! "Put it in, come on, yes!" Then the doctor stopped as Radha fingered his asshole, and then he sighed with pleasure, Nalini took it that Radha had inserted her finger in his hole. He then rammed into Nalini a few more times. And then he climaxed. As the two women watched, the Dr. opened his mouth and a soft scream came out of his lips and he remained still for a few seconds. Radha moved her hand away from between his knees. He then hissed from his asshole. Nalini was disgusted.

Later on that evening she and Radha spent some time together. Radha poured out her life's story and how she was in the Dr.'s clutches and could not get away. Nalini felt sad for her. Radha's plight was worse than her own.

She somehow managed to hide her condition from her mother and others. As she recuperated she thought of things that had happened to her in the recent past and made a promise to herself.

"I will never ever put myself at the mercy of anyone who is more powerful than me. No one is going to make me do what I don't want to. No one will hold such a power over me again. I will be the one on top. Everytime. I will dictate the situation. I will dictate the terms. Fuck all men! Fuck all women! It is sex that makes people do what they want, then I don't want sex that way. I will use my sexual powers for myself. I will use what is between my legs to get what I need when I need it and how I need it!!"

So that's what she did. She shunned all intimacy and close friendships for the rest of her college life. Her brother got her a starting job at one of the companies he knew. And she marched in there, started her corporate life with the reputation of being an ice cold woman. One who was steadfast in her approach to life and work. Somehow rumors started as to how she had a husband waiting back in her hometown. Some rich farmer who was supportive of her studies. She would go back to her farm one day and start a family. She would use her education and work experience to bring technology and prosperity to her people. She adopted that narrative. That was her story and she was sticking to it.

In reality she was very horny most of the time. She burned images of cute, smart men and boys into her mind and recalled them as she masturbated. She did it constantly and compulsively, as a satisfying alternative to actual sex.

She became an astute observer of men. There were many who solicited sexual favors in return for advancement at work. But she turned each one down. Such men had power over her. They were more likely to fuck, take advantage of her, drop her like a bag of rotten tomatoes, talk behind her back, laugh with their friends about what a slut she was. Same with her peers. They were just as easily apt to brag about their sexual conquests, call her 'easy' and laugh. No. Not for her these immature boys and men. She searched for someone who was more vulnerable than she, who had more to lose than her if their relationship was made public.

Her first victim was Sekar. He was the husband of the maid, Hema, at the house where she rented a small room,and he acted as sort of a caretaker of the house. Sekar and Hema were a nice couple. Devout, God-fearing and simple. Hema was having a tough first pregnancy and on night close to her time she went into labor. Nalini stayed with her throughout the night, talked her through her pregnancy and helped deliver a healthy baby. The next day a doctor said Nalini had done a good job and literally saved both baby and the mother.

A few days later Sekar came up to her room with sweets and fruits, in gratitude for what Nalini had done for him. She did not hesitate. She asked him to come into her room.

"Sekar, If you want to thank me, there is something else you can do other than sweets and fruits."​