“Take it. You taught them. Take the syllabus.”
Puja came first among the girls, clenching so hard Sanjay cursed and Raja had to grip her hips to keep the rhythm. She choked on Vivek and came anyway, thighs shaking, spit-string to his cock. They did not pull out. They fucked her through it until her arms buckled and her chest hit the mattress, ass still up, still stuffed.
“Out,” she gasped. “Next. I’m not hogging the night.”
They pulled out of her with wet sounds. She rolled aside, twitching, and pointed at Sonam.
“Your turn. Same holes. Different names.”
Sonam went down like she had been waiting years.
“Raja in my pussy. Sanjay in my ass. Vivek stays at my mouth. I want the window-client feeling with my own house in it.”
Raja pushed into her cunt from behind, a single thrust that made her yelp.
“Sonam—”
“Chodo. Don’t sweet-talk my pussy.”
Sanjay lubed her ass, two fingers, then his cock, and sank in slower than Raja had with Puja. Sonam’s mouth opened on a silent scream, then a loud one.
“Bhaiya—gaand—slowly—no, more—ahhh—”
Vivek’s cock on her tongue. She sucked like she was angry at him. Triple again. The bedframe knocked the wall.
Spanking turned sloppy. Raja’s palm on her ass around Sanjay’s cock. Puja slapping Sonam’s tit in time. Akriti pulling Sonam’s hair so Vivek could see her face stretch.
Dialogues piled over the wet slap of skin.
Sonam: “Haa—behenchod—use your sister—tuition wala hath ab meri gaand pe—Vivek meri zabaan chodo—”
Raja: “You’re dripping down my balls. Say please.”
“Please. Please fuck your little sister. Harder.”
Sanjay’s mouth at her spine: “Tight. Tell me if out.”
“Not out. Deeper. I want to feel both of you when I come.”
She came with Vivek in her throat, a gagged wail, pussy spasming on Raja, ass clamping Sanjay until he had to freeze or lose it. They held her there, stuffed, shaking, Puja murmuring filth in her ear about the balcony and the booking and the brother behind her.
“Out. Akriti. Before I cry.”
Akriti did not go to knees first. She sat on Vivek’s cock facing him, sank to the base, then leaned forward onto his chest.
“Vivek in my cunt. Raja, ass. Sanjay, mouth. You imagined me in steam. Now you get all of it.”
Vivek thrust up into her. She slapped his chest.
“I set the pace. You hold my ass.”
Raja behind, lube, pressure, the head popping into her ass while she was already full of Vivek. Akriti’s laugh broke into a groan.
“Madarchod—two—wait—okay—move—”
Sanjay knelt by her head. She turned, spit on his cock, and took him. The three of them found a rhythm that shoved her between cock and cock and cock. Her tits dragged on Vivek’s chest. Raja spanked her ass until both cheeks were burning. Sonam reached under and rubbed Akriti’s clit. Puja held Sanjay’s hip so he wouldn’t choke her by accident, then let go when Akriti pulled him deeper.
Akriti, off his cock, string of spit:
“Fuck your sister’s ass, Raja. Vivek, fill me. Sanjay, I want to taste how hard you got watching me dress. Haa—saala—don’t you come—pills are for lasting—use them—”
They used her.
