Note: This is a continuation of my earlier work Ladder. Reading that might help in establishing context. Both of these have been created on specific requests by a reader. If you want a fantasy turned into erotica, DM me.
Neha began to work and paint a lot more, she claimed the experience with Ryan had opened up her third eye creatively. We fucked a lot less, but when we did, it was always more experimental. The last time we had had sex, Neha had blindfolded me, using only the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock, and talked dirty to me. She spoke about Ryan, and her fantasies of being watched and parading her naked body for strangers. She had my neck in a firm grip, and was teasing my cock with her thumb when I came, on her hands and on her stomach.
Neha’s outfits were an extension of her wild, brazen sexuality now, plunging necklines and chokers that drew your attention to the flesh of her breasts, dark skirts and jeans that made you look at her thighs and imagine what was underneath, she had grown out her hair, and the fading colour gave it a brownish tinge. Ryan had avoided coming home, but I had managed to convince him to meet us and a few other friends at the bar. Ryan had been uncomfortable, but Neha was unfazed. She had teased and bent over and flipped her hair, till I noticed Ryan was hiding an erection. So was I. I knew she was in charge now, she was playing us, and all I wanted to do was surrender.
That night, she pulled me into the shower and made me watch her play with herself. She had put her hair up in a bun, so it didn’t get wet and messy, and she pushed me onto the toilet seat, whispering “No touching, stay right there,” with a wink. All I was allowed to do was watch as she soaped herself up slowly, and let her fingers wander down to her neat traingle of pubes. After, she had put on her pyjamas and gone to sleep, wordlessly.
My friends were less and less enthusiastic to see her. I think they had less against her now. So we mostly hung out with Neha’s friends, and she was making new ones by the day. She had also gotten in touch with her friends from school, and they had suggested we take an overnight trip. Three of her friends were going to join us – Jason, Radhika and Tarun.
Radhika was from a conservative family. Her jet black waist length hair would generally be in a tight plait, and she’d barely put any make up on. She was conventionally pretty- checking all parameters generally sought in arranged marriage setups. She was slim, fair and her clothes ranged from kurtis to basic tees and jeans. As far as I remember, I had never seen her in a skirt, or anything with a plunging neckline. She wasn’t too tall either, and I could picture her family forbidding her from playing out in the sun for too long, looking at her pale, delicate ankles and wrists. Neha had told me she used to have a boyfriend, nobody knew if she was sexually active then, or now. In any case, Rashi didn’t seem as sexually expressive as Neha.
Jason and Tarun were both athletes, the archetypes of upper middle class Indian men. Jason was taller, but as far as Neha had told me, Tarun was stronger and better at every sport. They were muscular, with short cropped hair. Jason kept a beard, Tarun was clean shaven. Jason’s arms were covered in tattoos, but you could feel the muscles rippling in his forearms. Tarun had a single tattoo on his large calves, and the veins around it moved when he walked.
We were travelling in Tarun’s large SUV. Tarun, Jason and I were all wearing shorts, sneakers and tees, the journey was 2-3 hours long and we wanted to be comfortable. Neha was in a sundress, but she seemed to have worn underwear this time. her hair was in an intricate braid and she had worn brightly coloured sneakers to match her dress. Radhika, had her long hair in her usual plait, and surprusingly enough, a touch of lipstick, which contrasted with her silver nose pin. She was wearing a polo that she had tucked into her jeans. Her flip flops had rubber fruits stuck on them. When we started, Neha was at the very back of the car. Tarun was driving, with Jason beside him, and Radhika and I were in the middle. I kept making small talk with Radhika. Everybody made sexual jokes just to see Radhika flinch and cringe at us.
Neha kept teasing me from behind, nibbling on my ears, running her hands down my shirt. After we grabbed coffee, Tarun asked me to drive. Tarun and Neha sat in the middle after, Jason at the back, and Radhika and I sat up front. Not long after we had started, I noticed Tarun trying to cosy up to Neha. From the rearview mirror, I noticed, he was putting his arms around her more, feeling up her shoulders, trying to smell her hair. The conversation would always take a sexual turn, and Tarun would find a way to touch Neha. I noticed Jason joined in too, touching her neck from behind, tugging at her hair teasingly. I could feel my dick getting harder. I knew where this was going, and I could feel the flood of lust that came the last time. At one point, I could see Tarun’s hands on Neha’s stomach, slowly feeling up her boobs. Jason kept tugging at the shoulder straps of her dress, till they hung dangerously low. Neha played oblivious, but I could sense her playing the boys. When the car hit a rough patch, Tarun and Jason hooked their fingers in her straps, and as the car wobbled and moved, they tugged at it, to make it look like what happpened was because of bad roads. It worked, Neha’s large fleshy breasts were out of their dress, on display. all she had on was a bikini top underneath, and Jason wasted no time undoing the lace of her bikini top. It fell away, and I noticed her nipples were erect.
Radhika noticed what was happening and protested, “What the fuck are you guys doing!?”, she yelled at them. Jason replied “All good fun, he knows!”, he pointed towards me. Tarun had Neha’s nipples in his mouth. “We’re all just friends!”, Neha chimed in, laughing. There was a lump in my throat and I remained silent, focussing on the road.
Just then, Tarun lifted Neha, completely naked, except for her sneakers, and flung her to th back of the car, where Jason was. Jason caught her so she didnt hurt herself, and placed her on his lap. Radhika looked back, not believing what she was seeing.
“You’re okay with this !?”, she asked me, horrified.
I didn’t know how to answer her. I kept driving.
“We’ve..we’ve done this before,” is all I could manage, mumbling. I mustered up the courage to run my hand over her thighs, and asked her “Don’t you wanna join?”. We were exiting the highway now, on to a small lonely road that would take us to the villa we had reserved for the night. Radhika responded by putting a hand on my chest, running it down my stomach. “Somebody needs to make sure the driver pays attention”, she said with a sly smile, her pale face glowing in the sun. I was already hard when Neha had started her games with Tarun and Jason. Radhika didnt have to work too much to know I would do what she wanted. She felt my dick in the folds of my shorts. “oooh take it out!”, she exclaimed gleefully.
“How..?,” I gestured to the car and the road. It was getting dark now.
“Pull over, now,” Radhika’s voice was authoritative. I did as I was told and unzipped my shorts. My cock jumped out of my underwear. Radhika held it in her hand, slowly pulling back the skin to reveal the moist, pink head. She teased my dick in her hands, kissing my neck softly. She kissed my chest, stomach, and then bent low to take my cock in her mouth. She ran her tongue over everything slowly, stopping at intervals, and looking at me to see if she wasn’t hurting me. I held Radhika’s long plait as her head moved up and down on my shaft. I didnt want to attract too much attention to the car, just out of the light of a streetlamp. If someone had walked by, they would have seen the driver getting sucked off in his seat, by a pretty, slim girl, her hair wrapped around his wrist. They would also see two muscular men engaged with a naked curvy woman. They would have seen Neha in Jason’s lap, him grabbing her boobs, with her legs suspended over the seat, hooked on Tarun’s shoulders, his face buried into her pussy.
I pulled Radhika’s polo off, revealing a basic white bra underneath, and I felt the slight paunch of her stomach, pushing my hands into her pants. They were tight and I could barely get past the thick bush of hair that I felt between my fingers.
“Take it off!” I said, as I resumed driving. Radhika had to put up her feet on the dashboard to pull off her pants. Underneath, she had printed cotton panties that didnt fit her too well. I was too distracted to peek in to the rearview mirror, but Neha’s moaning, tempered with an elongated “Fuck” and “Oh God” told me most of what I needed to know. As we made our way to the villa, I kept reaching out for Radhika’s cunt. I kept touching the wetness, but I also kept playing with the thick bush of hair I felt above it. We pulled into the gates of two storeyed villa, it was supposed to have three bedrooms, and a small pool at the back. I had figured looking at Neha in the pool would get the boys all over her, but I had been way way wrong. Neha hadn’t needed a pool or a tiny bikini. She had just needed her own charms.
I had barely stopped the car when Jason and Tarun jumped out. Their shorts were off, and their cocks were erect, and exposed. Neha jumped out after them, stark naked, except for her sneakers. She jumped on Jason’s back and he carried her into the villa, piggyback. Tarun smacked her butt and it jiggled, as he followed them in. Radhika looked unsure, but I held her hand and touched her cheek to reassure her. She entered the villa in her underwear, the harsh flourescent tubes making her small breasts look white, the green veins on her skin standing out. I entered the villa last, the only person still wearing clothes. Neha was sprawled out on the sofa, Tarun had taken his tshirt off and was sitting next to her, his muscles rippling in the light. Jason was taking Neha’s shoes off, pinching her thighs and feeling up her pubes. He took his shirt off when Neha’s shoes were removed, and sucked on her toes. Jason held Neha’s face and put his face on her’s, his tongue running over her lips and cheeks. Radhika pulled me to a sofa chair and sat in my lap. I kissed her, and undid her plait. I had to shake the cast out of her hair, before they were all loose, and I ran my hands through them. I kissed Radhika softly, my tongue exploring her mouth. I could feel her breath on my neck as I kissed the top of her head and undid her brassiere. Her large pink nipples covered almost all of her breasts. I held her tits in my hand and sucked them, while she kissed my head and felt my shoulders and arms. I noticed now, Tarun’s cock was in Neha’s mouth, and Jason had already entered her pussy. Everytime he thrusted in, Neha moaned. While Tarun entered her mouth, she played with his balls. Radhika was grinding on my erection. She took off her panties, and took my cock out, this time taking my pants off completely. She was light, so lifted her and stood up. Then I brought her pussy to my mouth, holding her by her butt as her legs were thrown over my shoulders. I buried my face into her cunt and breathed in the smells that were on her cunt hair. I licked and sucked and chewed the soft, pink flesh and Radhika pulled my hair, pushing me to go deeper. When I was done, I threw her on the sofa, next to Neha, and pushed her thighs to spread her legs. Jason was thrusting into Neha hard, the same way I was entering Radhika. Our hips moved at the same rhythm, as we fucked the girls. Tarun was standing between us, he shove his cock into Neha’s mouth, taking it out to put it into Radhika’s mouth. As Radhika would gobble Tarun’s cock, Neha would pinch and tweak her nipples, making Radhika moan in protest. Finally, I let go of Radhika, and turned my cock to Neha’s mouth, teasing it on her lips, before she moved her head up and got it in her mouth, whole. Tarun began fucking Radhika, moaning about how tight her pussy was, and what a lucky man her arranged husband was going to be. He turned her over on her stomach, and she shrieked when his cock went in. He grabbed her hair and thrust into her pussy, slowly, but making every stroke of his cock hard, making Radhika feel every inch of him.
Tarun’s hard thrusting proved to be Radhika’s tipping point, she started rubbing her clit, her body tensed, and as her back arched, she let out a long loud moan. She collapsed on the sofa, one hand on her stomach, the other covering her eyes. Tarun kissed her.
All three men could now turn their attention to Neha. Neha undid her braid and pushed Tarun to the ground. She squatted on his cock, holding it as she guided it into her cunt, and began bouncing. She held Jason and my cock in each of her hands, stroking us. Tarun sat up, and started sucking on Neha’s fat tits, holding her tightly by the waist. Neha’s grip became tighter as she grinded into Tarun. She threw her head back and moved her waist slowly as she climaxed. Tarun quickly got her on her knees and stood up. Neha had three cocks on her face now, all ready to burst. She grabbed her tits and put on a show for us, rubbing her nipples, bringing her tits to her mouth, while we stroked ourselves to finish. Jason finished first, covering Neha’s mouth and face with his cum. I finished after, getting my load on her neck and tits. When Tarun finished, he spurted a big spray of his cum, drenching Neha, from her hair to her tits. Neha’s face was a dripping white sheet. She licked her fingers, looked at us, and asked, “So when do you guys want to go the pool?”, as Radhika woke up from her nap.
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