My Didi’s words were music to my ears, and it took me all of a split second to react. I grabbed a fistful of her soft silky hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Our tongues intertwined while I reached down to cup the soft, heavy weight of her breasts through the thin mesh material of her outfit.
I looked over at Karan, while reluctantly pulling away from Jhanvi’s lips, “Take care of Jhanvi, Karan, I need some one-on-one time with Didi…” I said with a chuckle.
“Sure, man, take all the time you need! I’ve got plenty to keep me busy here.” Karan replied with a wink.
With that, I pulled Pooja Didi towards the centre of the bed. Once there, I immediately got down on the bed with my back propped up against the pillows at the headboard. My cock glistening with a mix of precum and Jhanvi’s saliva pointed straight up, twitching with anticipation while Didi straddled me and in one fluid motion impaled herself on my pole.
“Oooohh… Ahhh… God… You’re so fucking big, Suraj” Pooja Didi moaned, her hands running over my abs, tracing the ridges of the muscles. “Ahhh… I love how you make my pussy stretch… ahhh… it’s so good… ohhhh… fuck! I’ve missed this… mmmm”
She began riding me, bouncing on my lap while I leaned back and enjoyed the view. Her big tits were bouncing wildly within her fishnet top, her hard dark brown nipples straining against the netting.
Beside us, Karan had pulled Jhanvi back into the same position as me and Pooja Didi. Meaning that both sisters were now riding cocks side by side, their backs arched, heads thrown back in pleasure and big tits bouncing wildly while they got fucked in unison.
“Ohhh… Jhanvi… I can’t believe we’re really… ah.. fucking together… mmm…”, Pooja Didi moaned, her pussy tightening and pulsating around my shaft. “This is so wrong…” she gasped, her fingers reaching out and lacing with Jhanvi’s beside her.
“Mmmm… I know… aahhh… it’s crazy…” Janvi replied, “We’ve become such sluts… Oh fuck… Oh God… mmm… I am so close to cumming… ohhh… this is so hot…”
“Suraj…Ahhh… Master… ohhh God… fuck me… fuck me… mmm… fuck me harder…” Pooja Didi begged.
“Oh Karan baby… you’ve wanted to do this for so long… aaaahhh…. Now fuck me…fuck my slutty pussy… fuck me hard… I want to cum… please make me cum!” Jhanvi moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, drool leaking from her mouth, her tongue hanging out like a dog. “Make me cum with your cock… ahhh… fuck… you are so good… I am going to cum so hard from having another man’s cock… Ahhhh… I can’t believe how good it feels… I love being a slut for you two!”.
“I can’t last much longer… Ahhh… fuck!” I could see Karan’s face twisting and contorting in pleasure while he tried to hold back his own climax, but he was failing miserably. Jhanvi’s tight, wet pussy was squeezing and milking his cock for all that he had.
“Oh my God, Karan! Ahh… Oh God… you are so fucking big… So fucking thick… ahhhh… I am… mmm… I am cumming!” Jhanvi cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably and her fingers gripping the sheets, “I am cumming on Karan’s big fucking cock… I can’t… I can’t believe it… I’m cummiiiiiing!!”.
Her screams of pleasure were so hot that it sent all three of us over the brink. With one final thrust, Karan drove his cock deep into my Jhanvi and erupted inside her, filling her up with his hot, sticky load.
At the same time, Didi, whose pussy had gotten tighter and tighter around mine, finally came all over my shaft with one final thrust of her own hips, “OH MY GOD, I’M CUMMMMMMIIIIIING!!”
“Fuck!” I grunted and grabbed hold of Didi’s waist, holding her down firmly, driving up my cock into her pussy with all the strength I had while my cock twitched and pulsated violently, spewing a massive rope of cum deep into my Didi’s womb while her own orgasm milked out my seed.
All of us cried out in pleasure together. The only sounds in the room were the loud moans and groans of our foursome as our orgasms peaked simultaneously.
After what felt like an eternity later, our orgasms finally subsided.
“Wow…that was… wow…!” Karan muttered in a hoarse voice; his cock still lodged deep inside Jhanvi’s pussy.
“Yeah… that was definitely more than just a wow…” Jhanvi sighed happily, snuggling up to Karan and giving him a soft kiss on his lips, “You weren’t half bad yourself, Mr. Karan Thapar.”
“Better than Suraj?” He replied cheekily, raising a playful eyebrow at her. His hands reached down, grabbing a handful of her round ass cheeks and giving them a firm squeeze.
Jhanvi looked over at me and then back at Karan with a naughty smile on her face, “Well… you’re not quite up to par yet… But with some practice, you might just be able to match him…” she replied, her lips curling up into a playful pout. “That is, if the master allows you!”
At her words, the three of them turned to me expectantly, as if expecting me to make a ruling on when this would happen again. But luckily, I was saved by Jhanvi’s phone ringing on the bedside table. She reached out to take the call, while Didi dismounted me and snuggled beside me, kissing my neck while we waited for Jhanvi to complete the conversation on the phone.
‘What’s happened?’ I wondered curiously while I saw a frown appear across Jhanvi’s brow.
Jhanvi muttered a curse as she ended the call and looked over at me with an anxious expression, “That was Kishore. He’s returned early from his work trip, and he wants me home.” She said with a sigh.
***
“Let me know if you need me back at the house tonight. If Kishore returned early, then I’m sure that he’s not up to any good.” I told Jhanvi as we stood at Didi’s porch.
“What do you mean? Aren’t you coming back with me?” She said, looking at me in surprise.
I grinned and glanced sideways at Karan and Pooja Didi beside us, “Well, as you said, only Kishore returned early so Ravi isn’t going to be back home tonight. And Karan and I still have some… unfinished business to tend to… so we’ll probably be staying the night.” I replied, winking at Didi.
“So, I have to go back home to my husband, while the three of you get to stay back and have all the fun!” Jhanvi said with mock indignation, punching my chest.
“Well… yeah. Pretty much.” Karan replied with his trademark grin.
“But don’t forget to text us if you need anything. Okay?” I said, pinching her cheek playfully. She looked so damn cute sometimes!
“Of course, I’ll let you know.” She said with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, “And Didi… make sure you don’t tire these two guys out. I need to get my fill of them too later, you hear!” She added with a cheeky wink at her elder sister.
***
Next Morning…
I stood in the balcony overlooking the garden in Didi’s room, with a cup of coffee in my left hand, enjoying the morning sun and the cool breeze, while I sipped on my hot drink. Behind me, the sound of Didi’s soft moans drifted out into the open air, along with the slapping sound of flesh against flesh and Karan’s occasional grunts as he fucked her.
“Mmmm… Yes… Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me…” Didi was chanting in a low, lustful tone, her words interrupted by soft moans and cries, “Mmmmpphh… I love how you cock stretches my pussy… Ah… You are so good, baby…”
Despite both Karan and me fucking Pooja Didi for several hours last night, she was insatiable and had woken me up with a passionate blowjob. Then after I had fucked her in the shower, she’d gone to fuck off Karan, who had just woken up, while I went and got myself a coffee.
report It was one of the hottest nights of my life and it would have been even better if Jhanvi could have stayed. I glanced down at my phone and smirked as I decided to give her a video call. Maybe show her Didi’s epic performance and tease her on what she was missing out on.
However, the look on Jhanvi’s face when she answered the call told me immediately that something was wrong.
“Suraj! Thank God. I was about to call you myself. You need to get back to the house. Kishore is… Kishore is trying to get your father to write you off the will!”
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