The Karwa-Chauth Gangbang | By SexySush

[oneSickPuppy]

Getting defiled and making fun of my useless husband by getting gangbanged on the day of Karwa-Chauth.

It happened 2 years back, it was the evening of Karwa-Chauth, that special day when wives fast for the well-being and long life of their husbands. I, Smitha, a 34-year-old married Hindu woman, had been observing the fast all day long, waiting for the moon to appear in the night sky so I could finally break my fast.

But my useless husband, was not home. He was on ship as usual. I was disappointed in my marriage, but resigned to another lonely night.

Little did I know that my neighbor's 14-year-old son Amir had plans for me. Amir's folks had been living next door to us since last 7 years. Over the last 2 years, Amir and I had developed a secret, illicit relationship. We would fuck whenever my husband was away, his young circumcised lund bringing me to heights of ecstasy I had never experienced with my husband.

That morning, as I sat in the kitchen, preparing a special Karwa-Chauth thali, Amir walked in. He was wearing just a pair of shorts, his toned chest and abs on display. I licked my lips as I admired his body. Even at 14, Amir was a strapping young lad, his lund already an impressive 7 inches long and thick.

"Smitha Aunty, can I talk to you about something?" Amir asked, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

I looked at him, curious. "Of course, beta. What is it?"

Amir grinned. "I was thinking... since Rohan uncle isn't coming home today, why don't we have some fun, naa? Just like old times."

I bit my lip, a thrill of excitement going through me. "Amir, you know we shouldn't... It's not right."

He pouted. "But Smitha Aunty, it's Karwa-Chauth. You're supposed to have a good time on this day. And I know exactly how to make you feel good."

I sighed, already feeling my resistance crumbling. Amir knew just how to push my buttons. "Fine," I relented. "But we have to be quiet. And you have to promise to clean up afterwards."

Amir whooped with joy and pounced on me, pushing me back against the kitchen counter. His lips crashed against mine in a hungry kiss as his hands roamed my body, groping my mummays and gaand through my clothes.

I moaned into his mouth, my choot already dripping wet. Amir was such a skilled lover for his age. He had learned exactly how to touch me to drive me wild.

He stripped me quickly, breaking our kiss only to pull my saree off and unhook my bra. My big tits spilled out and Amir latched onto one nipple, sucking hard. I cried out, arching my back to push more of my breast into his mouth.

His other hand slipped between my thighs, fingers delving into my soaked choot. "Fuck, Aunty," he groaned. "You're so wet for me already. Such a dirty Hindu MILF."

I only moaned in response, too lost in pleasure to speak. Amir fingered me deep and hard, his thumb rubbing firm circles on my clit. I was close already, my choot clenching around his digits.

Suddenly, he pulled away and spun me around. He bent me over the counter and kicked my legs apart. I felt the blunt head of his circumcised lund nudging at my entrance.

"Fuck, I can't wait anymore," Amir growled. "I need to be inside you, Aunty. I need to fuck this juicy sanskari choot."

"Yes, beta," I gasped, pushing my gaand back against him. "Fuck me. Fuck you sanskari bitch hard."

With a grunt, Amir thrust deep into me, his circumcised lund splitting me open. I screamed at the sudden intrusion, my choot walls stretching to accommodate his girth.

He set a brutal pace, pounding into me with powerful strokes. The kitchen counter rattled with the force of his thrusts. I braced myself against it, my tits swinging freely as he fucked me from behind.

Amir reached around to maul my mummays, pinching and tugging at my nipples. Electric shocks of pleasure-pain shot straight to my core. I was babbling incoherently, begging him to fuck me harder.

He did, slamming into my choot with animalistic grunts. His balls slapped against my clit with every thrust, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

"I'm going to cum, Smitha Aunty," Amir gasped, his rhythm growing erratic. "I'm going to fill this pativrata sanskari choot with my Halal cum. You want that, don't you? You want me to breed you like a bitch."

"Yes, yes," I sobbed, my choot convulsing around him. "Cum in me, beta. Fill me up with your Muslim veerya!"

With a roar, Amir buried himself to the hilt and flooded my sanskari choot with his Jihadi seed. I came with a scream, my vision whiting out as ecstasy crashed through me. My haram choot milked his halal lund for every last drop.

We collapsed together on the kitchen floor, a tangle of sweaty limbs. Amir pulled out of me with a wet squelch and I felt his cum start to leak out of my fucked-out hole.

"Fuck, that was good," Amir panted, grinning at me. "I love fucking you, Aunty. You're the best."

I smiled back at him, my heart full of love and lust for this naughty boy. "I love you too, beta. Now let's clean up before someone sees us like this."

 

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We got dressed and washed up quickly,Amir making sure to plug my choot with a thick wad of his cum. "Don't want to waste a single drop," he said with a wink.

I laughed and playfully smacked his gaand. "You're such a dirty boy."

After that, we went about our day as usual, exchanging heated looks whenever we were alone. I couldn't stop thinking about how good Amir had felt inside me, how he had made me come so hard.

As the sun began to set, I set up the puja thali and waited for the moon to rise. Amir kept me company, sneaking the occasional grope and kiss when he thought I wasn't looking.

Finally, when the moon was visible in the sky, I broke my fast with a sip of water from Amir's hands. He smiled at me, his eyes full of love and adoration.

"I love you, Smitha Aunty," he said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

I cupped his cheek, feeling my heart melt. "I love you too, beta. Always."

We hugged, pressing our bodies close together. I could feel his lund starting to harden against my thigh and I knew that we would be fucking again soon. But for now, I was content to just hold him and bask in the love we shared.

Little did I know that Amir had more plans in store for me that night. As I went about my evening chores, I noticed that he kept slipping away to make phone calls.

My answer came later that night, when I was sitting in the living room, watching TV. Amir came to sit beside me, a secretive smile playing on his lips.

"Smitha Aunty, I have a surprise for you," he said, taking my hand in his. "My friends Faizan, Faisal and Usman are coming over. I told them all about how amazing you are in bed and they're dying to fuck you too."

I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. "Amir! I'm not... I can't just let your friends use me like that!"

But he just smirked, looking like the cat who got the cream. "Come on, Aunty. It'll be fun. And you know you're always down for a good gangbang. Faizan, Faisal and Usman are all virgin Muslim boys. They'll eat your sanskari choot so good and their katwa lunds will stretch you in ways you've never been stretched before."

I bit my lip, a thrill of excitement going through me at the idea of being gangbanged by these young studs. Amir could always make me do the dirtiest things by appealing to my lust.

"Okay, Amir," I relented with a sigh. "I'll let your friends use me. But only if you promise to fuck my brains out like you always do."

He grabbed me and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing into my mouth. "I promise, Aunty. Now let's get you ready for them."

Amir helped me put together an outfit that was sure to drive his friends wild – a tight mesh saree that clung to my curves, hugging my mummays and gaand. He made sure my blouse was knotted low, my cleavage on full display. He even sprinkled my body with his favorite perfume, the musky scent that always made me feel like a sexy whore.

"Fuck, you look delicious," he growled, sucking marks into my neck. "I can't wait to see you getting fucked like a Hindu bitch in heat by me and my Muslim friends."

I shivered in anticipation, my choot already wet and ready. I knew that tonight was going to be a night to remember.

 

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As the clock struck midnight, Amir's phone buzzed with a text. "They're here, Smitha Aunty. Go to the guest room and wait for us."

I nodded, my heart racing as I made my way to the guest room. I positioned myself on the bed, ready and willing to be used by these horny young men.

I didn't have to wait long. A few minutes later, I heard the door open and Amir's voice, low and eager. "Guys, come quick. Smitha Aunty is ready for us."

I looked up to see Amir, Faizan, Faisal and Usman entering the room. Their eyes were hungry as they took in the sight of me – a sexy milf, splayed out like a feast for them to devour.

"Damn, you're even hotter than a regular day," Faizan whistled, his eyes roving over my body. "Amir, you lucky bastard. What I wouldn't give to fuck a Milf like her."

Amir just grinned, his hand possessively on my thigh. "Just remember, Smitha Auntie is special to me. So be rough with her. If she resists, just rape her, get it?"

I flushed red at his words, my choot clenching at the thought of being taken by force. These boys were going to ruin me for anyone else.

They wasted no time in pouncing on me, their hands and mouths all over my body. I moaned as they stripped off my clothes, leaving me bare before their hungry gazes.

Their lunds sprang free, thick and hard and twitching with need. I couldn't stop myself from sucking them, one by one, reveling in the taste of their pre-cum on my tongue.

They lay me out on the bed and ate my choot like starving men, their tongues delving deep into my choot and asshole. I was writhing and crying out, my hands fisting in their hair as they brought me closer and closer to the edge.

"Please," I begged, too far gone to care about my dignity. "Please fuck me. Use me. I need your katwa lund inside me."

They were only too happy to oblige. Amir climbed on top of me first, his lund pushing into my choot. "Ah fuck, Smitha Auntie, you're always so tight," he groaned.

He fucked me hard, grunting and sweating above me. His friends watched with burning eyes, their circumcised lunds in their hands as they stroked in time with Amir's thrusts.

Faizan was the first to pounce when Amir pulled out and switched. I was sucking one and stroking the other two, lost in a haze of lust and depravity.

They flipped me over onto my hands and knees, mounting me from behind. "Ride her hard," Amir encouraged as Faizan plowed into me from behind.

I cried out at the rough penetration, my choot and gaand stretching around their girth. Usman knelt in front of me and shoved his lund down my throat.

The four of them used me like a cheap whore, passing their circumcised lunds into my holes. Faizan and Amir were the most aggressive, slamming into my sanskari choot and gaand with bruising force.

I was just a receptacle for their pleasure, with my warm wet holes to be fucked and filled. And I loved every depraved second of it. My choot and gaand were drooling cum and spit as they rutted into me.

When they were all done, I lay sprawled on the bed, gasping and cum-streaked. They had used me thoroughly, emptying their Jihadi balls into every one of my sanskari holes.

Amir cuddled against me, stroking my hair. "You loved that, didn't you Auntie? Being a gangbanged slut?"

I nodded weakly, my body humming with satisfaction. "Yes, I'm such a whore for you boys."

"We'll give you many more gangbangs, Smitha Auntie," Amir promised, his hand drifting down to play with my cum-filled choot. "You'll always be our married Hindu slut to use and abuse."

I shivered in delight at his words, my choot clenching, ready for their lunds again. The Karwa-Chauth night had turned out to be the ultimate gangbang experience for me. I had been fucked so good by these young studs.

As the four of us drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but think that this was just the beginning. Amir and his friends had claimed me as their personal fucktoy and I didn't think they would ever let me go.

And I was okay with that. Because, in that moment, there was nowhere else I would rather be than in the arms of these horny young men, ready and willing to be their slut for as long as they wanted me.

 

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Kash meri shadi ke badh bhi mere shath esha ho kyuki shadi she pahale to hohi raha he

 

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Kash meri shadi ke badh bhi mere shath esha ho kyuki shadi she pahale to hohi raha he

Mujse shadi karlena tumhara sissy banke rahunga bohot maze karenge

 

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