Bengalee Film Queen 16

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Nothing really, just a bit of heavy petting. It had been at a sleep over and they were discussing how they each kissed their boyfriends. One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were showing each other. It had ended with just kissing but for some reason now the sight of her mother’s naked cunt was turning Rajnandini on.

“Its time… we got you out of the rest of your cloths too” Mustaq continued. “After all you are the only one still wearing clothing” He pointed out.

Sitting up Indrani cried out “No, leave her alone. You promised!”

A backhand from Mustaq shut her up immediately. The slap rang out across the room. “Shut the fuck up”, he retorted, “Its your fault really Indudevi. If you weren’t so fucking dry we wouldn’t need your daughter’s assistance now….. would we?”

The Great Actress sobbed…. there was no controlling these men. They would do as they wished and her family’s only hope was to cooperate and to get through it. She knew in her heart of hearts that there would be no humiliation too great for these men to inflict on her and her family. It was going to be a very long night…

Grabbing Rajnandini by the hair, Mustaq dragged her across the room to the foot of the bed. Indrani looked at her daughter’s tear streaked eyes and tried to comfort her. “It’s OK honey. I know you have no choice. We will get through this together.” Then looking past her daughter to her husband she continued, “We all will”.

“Isn’t that sweet” smiled Mustaq. “So how’s the view Duttababu? No this won’t work at all, your daughter’s head will block everything.”

Then grabbing Indrani’s ankle, Mustaq spun her sideways so that her cunt was now aimed at the corner of the mattress. With that taking Rajnandini’s hand, he led her around the bed. “Have you ever eaten Cunt?” He asked casually.

“Of course not!” Rajnandini nearly shouted, “I am not a lesbian!”

Mustaq smiled to himself. She may not be a Lesbian but there was no mistaking the hunger the little bitch showed when she was looking at her mother’s smooth pussy.

“Yea well, you don’t need to be a Lesbian to eat cunt. Women do it all the time. Haven’t you ever watched a Porno Movie? Your job here is to get your mother ready for my cock. Simple as that. Now get your face down there and start licking.”

Rajnandini looked at her mother. She mouthed the words “I’m sorry”.

Her mother nodded and replied “I know”.

Looking down at her mother’s pussy, Rajnandini tentatively reached out her hand to touch it. Her mother was trembling, her pussy felt so smooth.

“That’s it little one” Mustaq said, pulling closer, “Give it a kiss”.

Rajnandini had never been this close to a pussy other than her own. Her mother smelled richer than her, more full-bodied, almost musky.

Mustaq was right next to her ear now. “Just French kiss it like you did me. Lots of tongue…that’s it.”

Rajnandini was warming slowly to the task now….. as Mustaq continued instructing, “Yes, rub her clit a little with your thumb…. Don’t stop with your tongue. There you go, get a little rhythm going”.

Her mother had very little taste. A bit salty maybe but nothing as strong as the smell. Rajnandini found herself pushing her tongue further in trying to find that juice that made this heady aroma.

However there was no denying of the effect…. this was having on Indrani. Her daughter’s tongue felt so good and her thumb drumming a beat on her clit….. was starting to have the desired effect the men had been waiting for. As her daughter continued her ministrations, Indrani was soon rewarded with a gush of moisture and her cunt began to lubricate.

The silence in the room was punctuated with the wet sounds of Rajnandini’s efforts.

Winking at Surindar, Mustaq then began to steer Rajnandini’s head drawing her first up and down then side-to-side. “Push a finger in your mother’s cunt. Try to meet your thumb through the wall of her cunt ”

This had the desired effect of stroking Indrani’s G-spot. The result was a small moan from her and a smile from both the intruders. Meanwhile moving his hand down on Rajnandini’s back, Surindar began gently stroking and kneading the young girls soft butt-cheeks. Curling a finger into her cunt from behind, he was rewarded with a grunt.

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