When It Rains, It Pours

"Hear the Hindu bitch scream with pleasure." Mansoor said triumphantly "Bet she is a brahmin bitch too. Are you? Are you a brahmin slut?"

"Yesssss" I exhaled. Zahid was still at it. His longevity amazed me. No one I had slept with before could keep going this long at this pace and tempo. With some starts and stops, and some change in pace, yeah, many had lasted longer. But Zahid was able to keep going at the same pace, even with the friction that his thickness and my relative tightness must have generated. Amazing.

Mansoor meanwhile resumed fucking my mouth. In a couple of minutes, his grip on my hair tightened even more and I realized what was about to come. Within seconds, my mouth was flooded with a big load of his cum. It took me three gulps, but I swallowed it.

"Wow, look how easily she swallows, our little Brahmin whore." Mansoor said. He took his dick out of my mouth, and used my hair like a napkin to wipe it off "Good for fucking and for cleaning, HAHAHA" he added. He then backed away and sat there looking at us. Zahid continued fucking me. It was now close to twenty minutes, I thought to myself in the lustful haze, and he hadn't paused at all, even for a second. As if on cue, he paused and took his dick out of my cunt with a small plop sound.

"Get on your back." he said, "I want to look at your face."

I turned around and got on my back. Zahid put his knees on either side of my butt. He then took my feet at put them on his shoulder. Then with his hands grabbing my boobs hard, he rammed his dick into me again. And I almost came again. At this angle, he had reached even farther inside and touched places that had never been touched. And he started yet again, at that hectic pace, fucking me.

"Zahid-miyaan." Mansoor said, "Good to see your stamina has only grown with age. But remember, you already have six kids. You don't want a seventh, do you, if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, I know." Zahid replied even as he kept fucking me. "I'm not planning on cumming inside her. Unless she wants it."

"AHHH....I am...MMMM....OHHHH... on the pill. You caAAA....can..MMMHHH... cum inside." I managed to get the sentences out. I really was on the pill, and the way this man was fucking me, I wanted him to cum inside me.

"Haha, of course she is. That's how all these Brahmin sluts are. Taking pills so they can go around screwing Muslims they like." Mansoor said.

"Will you shut up about the Brahmin-Muslim thing? I'm sick of it." Zahid said, partly in embarrassment. But it probably did have some effect. He took his hands off my boobs and put them around my thighs. Still on his knees, he straightened up from the waist, lifting my butt off the mattress, and started ramming my cunt even harder. I sensed what was about to happen, and realized this change of posture had started my own orgasm. Zahid thrust his hips ahead, then back, ahead then back. My whole body moved with him as we both had our orgasms.

Zahid exhaled loudly, let go oh my feet and stayed like that on his knees. I was still writhing with the after-shocks of my orgasm. I could still feel his dick hard inside me for about a minute more. He finally took it out and sat there. I took my hand to my pussy and could not believe the amount of jizz that was coming out of it. I sat up, unsure of what to say. Zahid seemed to be thinking the same thing. And Zahid's rebuke had temporarily shut Mansoor's mouth too. Mansoor did however, come close to me and start playing with my breasts.

"Let's work on her scooter." Zahid said, and Mansoor reluctantly let go of my boobs and followed him. They both put their clothes on and started working on the scooter.I lay there on the mattress for a while to regain my breath. It was still raining, but the intensity had clearly waned. I got up and walked towards the table. Picked up the phone's receiver. Ah. The dialtone was back. Phone lines were back up. Dialed my home number.

"Hello. Mukta here." I said.

"Mukta, where have you been? I was worried sick!" my husband said, clearly worried.

"Sorry honey." I replied, "It started raining very hard and the roads got dangerous, so I decided to turn back and return to the village to wait the storm out. But my cellphone got wet and stopped working. And the landline connections were down too, so could not call."

"Oh okay. Thank heavens you're safe. I was really worried. So should I come there and pick you up? It'll take me just two hours." hubby dearest asked.

I felt something poke my butt. I turned around to see Mansoor, naked again, with his dick erect once more, grinning at me. He put his finger on my clit and bit my ear, silently chuckling.

"No, that's fine." I said, struggling to sound normal. "They have put me in a small guesthouse of sorts here. I will be fine. I don't want you to drive in these conditions. I've heard there are many fallen trees blocking the road. Plus, you have to work tomorrow. Just go to sleep. I'll come back in the morning. Good night, honey."

Mansoor's finger at my clit had now found just the spot and it took monumental effort to say that whole statement normally.

"OK, good night. And take care. This is the number I can reach you at? The one you called from?"

"Yes, honey. Bye."

I banged the phone down breathlessly, and yelled at Mansoor,

"What the hell were you trying to do?"

"Hehe. So the brahmin slut is a married lady too. Where is your mangalsutra? You take it off when looking for men to seduce?" he said.

"I don't wear one. What do you want anyway?" I looked over my shoulder at Zahid who was still working on the scooter.

"As great as your mouth was, my dick would like to taste your cunt too like Zahid did. Something to keep us busy while Zahid fixes your scooter. Also, I was thinking, let's not distract Zahid in here. So here's an idea...."

Fifteen minutes later. Wet grass feels really odd and squishy on the bare back and butt, I thought to myself as Mansoor lay on top of me, his pot belly frequently brushing against the bottom of my boobs and his bear brushing against my face, as he fucked me gradually. The rain was still falling, but was now down to a drizzle. We were fucking under a tree, about 50 metres away from the garage. I had never fucked outdoors in the rain before. Mansoor was not as good at fucking as Zahid, but was decent enough.

"Ahh...that's a tight little cunt you have, Brahmin slut. What's the matter, your husband's Hindu dick is too tiny?" With Zahid not around, Mansoor had returned to his offensive smack talk. But the offensiveness was oddly turning me on. And making me talk back some smack too.

"Unhh... why are you so obsessed with my being a Hindu Brahmin, you dirty old man? Fucking Muslim women must be like fucking a dead fish." I said as I put my hands on his butt and pulled him deeper inside.

He seemed surprised at me talking back. He paused for a bit, and took his dick out. He pushed my butt sideways and said,

"On your knees, Hindu whore. I will now fuck you like a dog fucks a bitch."

I smiled wryly at him him and did as he said. He first spanked me for a bit, mouthing more obscenities. Then he pummeled my pussy for a while more. I was about to orgasm. Probably sensing that, he suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out.

"Argghhh... why did you stop?" I yelled at him at looked back. "I was so close."

"Give me your left hand" he said.

"What?"

"Just give it to me."

I did as he said.

"Now your right hand."

It took some effort but I did. He held my wrists together behind my back, and my shoulder was mid-air. He gently pushed it down. My face was now on the wet muddy grass, with my left cheek touching the ground. That's when I felt it. His dick touching my asshole. Surely he wouldn't.

"No, not there!" I yelled and tried to struggle. But his grip was strong.

"Yes there. That's what you get for talking trash to me, bitch. Know your place."

And he pressed it into my asshole. It's not like I hadn't had anal sex before. I had. But it had been a while. So it hurt initially. But after a couple of inches had gone it, it was like my asshole remembered how it is done and relaxed.

"Damn, look at how easily it went in. You really are a whore. You clearly have done this before. Why the drama then?"

It felt the weird kind of good that anal sex always feels. The pleasure more mental than physical. As it happened, he didn't last too long after that. Shot his load into my asshole and then just lay there on top of me. We walked back to the shack. Zahid was sitting there, and my scooter had been put back together. I checked the clock. It was almost 2 am.

"The scooter is fixed. And the rain has almost stopped You can go if you want. But somehow I doubt you will leave this soon." Zahid smiled at me. I smiled back and said,

"Well, you heard what I told my husband. I am supposed to be in the village. So I can't go home right now. Is there room for me to spend the night here?"

"Hahh... considering what we have in mind, we don't need too much room." Mansoor interjected. "Zahid, this bitch has a fine asshole too. Remember how we sandwiched that whore in Ambala that time? I think that's definitely on the cards. Just give me twenty minutes to recover."

"Hope you don't mind us getting a head start then." Zahid said as he took me to the mattress. He took his clothes off and lay down on his back. I climbed on top of him, took his dick in my cunt and started riding him. He started thrusting upwards. Mansoor stood close to us, staring, and rubbing his dick.

They did sandwich me in a while. Zahid in my pussy and Mansoor in my ass. And it felt fulfilling. We took a nap after that. But Mansoor woke me up in an hour and started fucking me. Zahid also woke up and joined in. That's how it went all night.

In the morning, my pussy was sore, as was my asshole, so I slept in an they kept the garage closed. Zahid and Mansoor went and searched my clothes and brought them back. I had one farewell fuck each with both of them, and left for home. I promised to come back and spend another night with them, but never did. But often when I pass by their garage on my way to some place near Panipat, I am reminded of that crazy night. And I feel tempted to stop and look in on them.

So far I have resisted the temptation. But if ever I am unable to, I will keep you posted.