Just what they had begged for: naked weight, dripping pussy, pointy dick trapped against them, the old study-lap rebuilt into something that would not fit in a family album.
Puja rolled her hips once and held Sanjay’s jaw.
“Good. You begged. Now you stay like this until we decide you’re allowed to do anything else.”
Puja did not get off Sanjay’s lap.
She reached behind her, found the foil from Akriti’s kit, punched out three blue pills, and held them in her palm like candy.
“Open.”
Sanjay opened. She put one on his tongue.
Sonam took the second, fed it to Raja with two fingers, and made him swallow.
Akriti pushed the third into Vivek’s mouth and clapped her hand over his lips until his throat moved.
Puja rocked her dripping cunt along Sanjay’s shaft once, a wet stripe from balls to head.
“Tonight all three sisters get triple penetration. One in the ass. One in the pussy. One in the mouth. You need stamina. Eat it. We’re starting like there is no tomorrow.”
Sonam laughed, already reaching for condoms.
“Rotate. Three cocks, three holes, one of us at a time while the other two help. Nobody sits polite.”
Akriti tossed lube onto the sheet.
“Ass gets more lube than you think. You don’t tear a sister in my house.”
They sheathed the three of them fast, hands shaking, pills already a heat under the skin. Then the girls pulled the men onto the towel they had thrown down like they were opening a stall.
Puja first.
She went to her hands and knees in the middle of the bed, ass high, tits hanging, mouth open.
“Sanjay in my cunt. Raja in my ass. Vivek in my mouth. Ask and then take.”
Sanjay: “Puja, can I fuck your pussy.”
“Yes, Bhaiya. Fill your sister.”
He knelt behind her hip, not the ass yet, lined up, and pushed into her cunt in one slow, filthy slide. She was soaked. The sound was obscene. Puja’s head dropped.
“Haa—madarchod—deep—”
Raja, lube on his fingers first, one finger in her ass, then two, while Sanjay stayed buried and grinding.
“Puja. Ass.”
“Put it in. Don’t narrate like a saint.”
He pressed the head to her hole, slick, and pushed. The ring gave. Puja swore, long and broken. Two cocks in her, thin wall between them, Sanjay feeling Raja enter through her.
“Fuck—full—don’t stop—”
Vivek stood at her face. She grabbed his hip.
“Mouth. You don’t thrust till I pull. Then you use me.”
He fed her his cock. She took him to the root on the first pull and gagged, spit running off her chin onto the sheet. Triple. Ass, pussy, throat.
They moved.
Sanjay fucked her cunt in deep strokes, hips slapping her ass, his pelvis shoving her onto Raja. Raja took her ass in shorter, meaner thrusts, one hand spanking the cheek he wasn’t splitting—thwack, red, jiggle, her moan vibrating around Vivek. Vivek held her hair and used her mouth when she yanked him in.
Puja, muffled, then off him for air:
“Haa Bhaiya chodo—Raja meri gaand maar—Vivek gale tak—saali randi bana do apni behen ko—don’t you dare stop—”
Sonam slapped Puja’s hanging tit and pinched the wet nipple.
“Look at her. Homework lap. Now this.”
Akriti spanked Puja’s other cheek in time with Raja.
