The boys did not last.
Raja came first—Puja barely had her mouth on him, wet heat and one slow suck, and he spilled across her tongue with a helpless sound, hips jerking. Vivek lasted through her swallowing Raja and then Sanjay kissing the taste out of her mouth. When she took Vivek between her lips he lasted maybe a minute before he came down her throat, shaking, apologizing and groaning at the same time.
Sanjay lasted long enough to get his cock against her tongue.
Then he came too—hot, sudden, striping her lips and chin because she pulled off at the last second just to watch his face. She licked it off slowly, looking at him.
“Virgins,” she said, fond and filthy. “I know. It’s all right, Bhaiya. We’re not done.”
She reached to the nightstand.
The strip was already there. She tore one pocket, then another, then a third. Bit the first blue pill in half, put both halves on her tongue, and kissed Raja deep, pushing the pieces into his mouth with her tongue until he swallowed. Same with Vivek. Then she crawled into Sanjay’s lap, naked and sticky, bit the last one, and kissed him like she was feeding him something secret.
“Take it, Bhaiya,” she murmured into the kiss. “I want you hard again. I want all of you hard again. I want this to last.”
They kissed while they waited.
Not rushed. Hands slower now. Puja on her back with three mouths traveling—Sanjay at her throat, Raja between her legs again, Vivek sucking her fingers clean. She stroked whoever was closest. The pills took. Cocks filled again, thicker, heavier, not going down this time.
She reached for the bottle of lubricant.
Clicked it open.
Poured it into her palm, then over Raja’s fingers, then down the cleft of her own ass while Sanjay watched, eyes dark.
“Slow,” she said. “I mean it.”
Raja worked one slick finger into her ass while Vivek licked her cunt and Sanjay kissed her like he could not stop. Two fingers. She breathed through it, moaning into Sanjay’s mouth, calling him Bhaiya every time the stretch made her shake.
“That’s it—fuck—Bhaiya, look at me. Look what they’re doing to me while you kiss me.”
When she was open enough she pushed Sanjay onto his back.
Sank onto his cock in one wet, deep slide.
Both of them groaned. She stayed seated, full, grinding in small circles, forehead against his.
“You feel that, Bhaiya? That’s me choosing you. That’s me sitting on you in front of them.”
Vivek came to her mouth. She sucked him while she rode Sanjay, slow and deep, romantic in the eye contact and filthy in the sound. Raja slicked himself and pressed the head of his cock to her ass.
“Yes,” she said around Vivek. “Do it.”
Raja pushed in.
Inch by inch. Lubricant shining. Puja’s moan went high and broken. Double penetration—Sanjay buried in her cunt, Raja working into her ass until his hips met her cheeks. She was so full her thighs trembled. Vivek held her hair and used her mouth.
They moved.
Not graceful. Passionate. Hard when she asked for hard—harder, Bhaiya, I can take it—and deep when she went quiet and just breathed against Sanjay’s mouth. Every thrust from Raja shoved her down onto Sanjay. Every lift of Sanjay’s hips drove her back onto Raja. Wet, filthy rhythm. Skin slapping. Puja moaning without shame, Vivek cursing softly every time her throat fluttered around him.
