Chapter 6: Loss of Moral Compass
"She's incredible dude," Vivek gloated to his friends, "the best fuck of my life, and I have had a few."
He was at a bar with four of his long-time friends that he had reconnected since returning to India. Like him, they too had grown up into stappling 27 year old hunks, full of testosterone, and as horny as can be.
They wanted to see her and he showed them her naked pictures that he had taken every day while she slept, including close ups of her pussy leaking his cum.
They wanted more though, they wanted to fuck her just like he did, raw and unprotected. He told them they just might get lucky during the Holi festival coming up, if his brother didn't return that is.
They all cheered at the thought, their eyes gleaming with lust and expectation.
---
Manish called to say his flight was overbooked and he wouldn't be home for Holi, but he would be there the next day for sure.
The day of Holi dawned bright and vibrant. The city was a palette of colors, with people out on the streets, armed with water balloons, colors, and water guns. The atmosphere was festive and electric.
Snigdha was in the kitchen, preparing puran poli, her favorite Holi treat. She was humming a tune, her face flushed with happiness and excitement. She looked gorgeous in a yellow salwar kameez, her hair tied back in a loose braid that cascaded down her back.
Vivek had asked her if it was ok to invite his friends over to play Holi. Not suspecting a thing, she readily agreed.
She loved Holi and the thought of having a group of friends over to celebrate made her even more excited.
The doorbell rang, and Snigdha went to open it. She was greeted by a barrage of colors and water balloons. She laughed as she lost her balance and fell back into the house, her salwar kameez now soaked and stained with colors.
"Hey Bhabhi," Vivek said, grinning as he helped her up. "I thought we could start the party early."
She laughed, "You did, did you?"
Over the next hour or so, his adult friends arrived one by one, each carrying a bottle of alcohol as a 'gift.' Each of them was a hunk. Testosterone soon filled the house.
The men, all tall, muscular and confident20-somethings, laughed, drank and played Holi with Snigdha. She was the center of attention, with each man taking a turn to drench her with colored water. She squealed and shrieked, playing along, enjoying the attention and the camaraderie. Music was playing and they were dancing to Holi songs.
The alcohol flowed freely, and the atmosphere grew increasingly raucous. The men made sure she was high and happy before 'playing' holi took on sexual undertones. The men grinding their bodies against hers, their hands exploring her body over her wet clothes, lips and tongues on her neck.
The alcohol made her feel light, and the men made her feel wanted.
The men started stripping her, one by one, their hands peeling off her wet clothes, exposing her to the cold air and their hungry gaze. She was down to her bra and panties, as she danced in gay abandon, her mind not registering where this was headed.
They made her strip them and soon the men were down to their underwear, their erections raging and eager to claim their prize.
Vivek took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. His tongue found hers and he sucked on it for a while. Then one of his friends replaced him, then another, then another. Hands were cupping and squeezing her breasts as they kissed her, hands went into her panties and fingers inside her. Then her bra came off and two of the men started milking her breasts.
She was squealing in pleasure and enjoying all the attention. One of them picked her up and led her to the bedroom.
She was deposited on the bed, her body writhing with desire. The men surrounded her, their cocks hard and ready.
As two of his friends stared feeding on her milk, another started kissing her.
Vivek stripped off her panties and started licking her pussy. Once she erupted in Vivek's mouth, one of his friends took his place. Vived dropped his boxers and shoved his hardness in her mouth, while two of his friends sucked her tits, one licked her pussy and the remaining two placed their hardness in her hands.
She sucked Vivek’s cock hard, her mouth working on the length while her hands worked on two other cocks. The two on her tits kept her nipples hard and erect, feeding on her milk while one skilled tongue worked her pussy.
“Told you she’s amazing,” Vivek said, looking down at his beautiful Bhabi as she worked his cock.
The one who had her pussy in his mouth moved up, his body covering hers, and guided his cock into her soaked pussy.
She moaned as he entered her, his cock filling her completely. She could feel the stretch, the burn as he thrust into her.
Once he was all the way inside her, he started fucking her hard and fast. She could feel his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. Her breasts were being milked, her pussy was being fucked and she was feeding on the most delicious cock. Within minutes she came shaking violently.
The man in her pussy grunted and emptied his seed inside her and Vivek came in her mouth.
Both the spent men were now replaced by their friends. And once they were spent, two more took their place.
The spent men either made her suck or stroke their cocks till they were hard again.
Some fucked her pussy, some her ass and some her mouth. They took turns fucking her individually and together. They fucked her in every position possible.
Throughout the day, they fucked her raw, unprotected and repeatedly. They fucked her in the bedroom, in the living room, and even in the kitchen. They fucked her on the bed, on the couch, on the floor, against the wall, and even in the shower.
Her pussy was stretched and filled with cum, her ass was sore from being fucked repeatedly, and her throat was raw from sucking cock after cock. But she loved every second of it. She loved being the center of attention, being wanted, being desired. She had orgasm after squirting orgasm and was in sexual heaven.