Ozzie Orgy – Part 1 (All The Participants Of The Meet)

Aussie Greg here. I lost my email so had to re-register and so I am back as Aussiegreg1, not my old Aussiegreg. A week after Anupama pulled at the train of 14 Indians, taking some of them 4 times, (see the story: Anupama pulls an Indian Train which was an Editors pick and already has over 6300 likes).

Anupama greets the boys’ female relatives. This is part 1 of a story series of the night and is a bit slow and less exciting as it sets the background necessary for the hotter stories that will follow. It still has some interesting unusual sex, however.

You could cut the ice in her voice with a knife as Saanvi, the 56-year-old mother of Angard, the captain of the cricket team of Indian students studying in Melbourne Australia whom I coached, snarled, “I am here on sufferance. I don’t approve, but I can’t allow my son Angard to lose face in front of his teammates. So I have attended and will reluctantly participate and for his honor will do my best,” before stalking off with Angard.

I watched the thin birdlike bespectacled 56-year-old widow from Jagdalpur stride away. Her mustard and red sari clinging tightly to her 40 kilos 32 26 32 body and, as my stomach sunk, though not a great way to start the night. The previous week Anupama had pulled an Indian train of 14 of my Indian student cricketers (see Anupama pulls an Indian train), some of them 4 times in a 5-hour orgy.

This week I had arranged for my players to bring a female who would, with their help make my Indian accounting partner cum, with the winning pair receiving a $1000 prize. To put it mildly, my meeting with Saanvi was not a great start to the night but as she led Angard away he glanced back and gave a thumbs up. He had warned me she was grumpy but to me, there was real venom in her words.

Next to arrive was Manu with his cousin Kyra accompanied by Prajit, with his cousin Anushka and Daulat with his 50-year-old aunt Sai. All the boys came from the southern city of Madurai. Punctuality must be important there as they were always the first to arrive at practices or matches.

All 6 were very dark skinned and both the cousins, the 30-year-old Kyra and the 40 years Anushka had short, solid bodies with thick thighs and relatively small tits. Kyra’s pockmarked face distinguished her from her Madurai cousin clone.

The older aunt Sai was overweight, big arsed and had pendulous 44D tits and the thickest longest hair I had seen. It hung from the scrunchy at the back of her neck to just below the back of her knees. All 3 wore the sari of choice from South India, the Kanchipuram Sari, although theirs were cotton not silk like Saanvi’s. But at least they looked willing to be there and for future identification, I memorized their bindis hoping not all 14 would be wearing the red dot.

There was a short delay before Metab arrived with his 46-year-old house owner from Mumbai, Tanvi. She stood out immediately with her tailored, and to my eyes, expensive European style tailored blazer and tight black skirt and high heels.

Being from Mumbai she was a light golden brown compared to the previous three and, in complete difference from the others, had her hair in a soft perm and colored a brownish tinge. Surprisingly, when she had visited her property to collect back rent she had heard Metab unsuccessfully attempting to convince his sister to come and had offered her services.

Then there was a flood of arrivals. Nabh with his 21-year-old solid cousin from Indore Dhriri, Raj with his 22 years old short, spectacle wearing sister Ira and Saraj, the only one of the cricketers with a girlfriend, the good looking 19-year-old Pari. Both of the last 2 girls were from Chennai.

The first 2 wore jeans and short kameez tops while Pari wore the staple of western fashion: a short tight little black dress. Ina had plucked up the courage to ask Anika 20, a student/shop assistant at his local Indian store from New Delhi, while Nish was accompanied by a 26-year-old hawk-faced prostitute, Anvi.

He had put the money I gave them all to good effect, although the way Anvi’s eyes devoured the crowd I was sure she was looking for future customers. The younger ones wore western clothes but the Jaipur born Anvi had a flamboyant lehenga choli and apart from her face Anvi had a good body, tall slim and with big firm tits.

The next to arrive was Isha accompanied by his tiny 18-year-old year sister, still dressed in her green and blue checked school uniform. She was a year 12 student at the exclusive Catholic girl’s school Sacre Coeur, where she had won a scholarship.

Next was Gangeesh with his 48-year-old aunt. Almost as wide as she was tall Navya had huge swaying melons far larger than Sai’s 44D and a belly, arse, and thighs to match. All wrapped in a red and white salwar kameez which strained at the seams containing what lay within.

They were quickly followed by Bhanu with his 54-year-old aunt Ruth, whom I later found was Anglo Indian, confirming my initial guess. She was short but thin, flat-breasted with a pinched face, and, like Tanvi shunned Indian dress preferring, like Tanvi, a western outfit. The difference was that hers was Kmart store bought and it showed in the poorer materials, finish and fit.

Then we waited for the final attendee, Bharat and his 45-year-old aunt Priya. And we waited for a long time. Eventually, they arrived with Bharat trailing behind his voluptuous aunt. Priya was medium height, slightly overweight with a 36C 30 38 figure and was wearing what could best be described as a Bollywood belly dancer outfit.

Priya’s 36C tits were overflowing from a red and gold 34A bra. Her nose ring, headpiece, and armbands and bangles were gold or at least gold plated, Her rounded belly, complete with belly button chain, swelled above the bottom part of her outfit. This was also red with gold embroidery and consisted of a half skirt that fell to mid-calf and covered only the back of her quite shapely strong legs, leaving all the front and most of the sides of her legs bare.

The revealing half skirt was attached to and fanning out from a same red-colored pair of gold encrusted and sequined briefs. These were however like a 90’s hi-cut bikini bottom: they rose above her hips where they were about an inch wide before swooping down at the front so the top was 6 inches below her belly button.

Wearing this she tottered in on 8-inch heel 3-inch platform heels and last because I was looking at everything else a pretty round face with eyes heavily emphasized with kohl. Her eyes surveyed the other women before relaxing knowing that no-one could match her. To me, it was obvious her late entrance was planned.

I had Angard take the boys downstairs to the bar for drinks so that the women could mix and meet. Like a killer whale circling around a pod of whales searching for the weakest, I prowled before pouncing.

Ruth was standing alone. As I approached I guessed her size. The 54-year-old was probably 5 ft 85 pounds and would be a 32A 24 30 build with that pinched face framed by large spectacles. Not a pleasing sight after Priya. But I pressed ahead.

“I notice that you are different to the others.”

Seeing her face tighten I continued, “I mean different in a better way.”

“Yes”, she replied, “I am an Anglo Indian and since my divorce, have reverted to a proper name Ruth Andrews, not some tongue-twisting heathen pretense, and I am properly educated not like these Hindu bitches. Even though there is only 150,000 of us left in India now we are better than them.”

“Ahh, I see, but I actually meant to me you seemed different because these others appear to be a woman on the surface but with you, its baked into your DNA right through you.”

“Why is it so noticeable to you but not any Indian male? They seem to only want fat ignorant wives and younger fawning mistresses.”

I smiled in a comforting, understanding way. “Perhaps because I am sensitive to these things. How is it your nephew Bhanu? Is he not Anglo Indian”?

“I was married to a Hindu family for business reasons. After I caught my husband with multiple women, they said I was the one at fault. I was sent here out of the way to look after Bhanu otherwise they would have victimized harassed and destroyed”. We were interrupted.

Priya had arrived so I shook hands with Ruth, made my goodbye and was swept away. 20 seconds later I felt my phone vibrate as Ruth’s text arrived in answer to the paper I had placed in her hand which said text me. There was no need to chase and work hard for Priya, and from what I had seen so far I would be stupid to ignore what fate was delivering.

I made the comments she wanted to hear, how she stood out from the others, I guessed she was 35, not 45 and made it obvious I was looking at her body. I asked did she belly dance and she replied sucking her belly in so her tits nearly pooped out of her bra and displayed their large areolae that this outfit was too formal and restrictive for her to dance in.

But I would love the real unrestricted dance. For once I wasn’t acting when I reluctantly moved on and this time the message took 15 secs to arrive. I mingled and met and greeted but unfortunately was cut short with speaking with Tanvi, the rich sophisticated landlord of Metab.

Not all was lost as it looked like she would be needing an accountant here in Oz as she established her businesses here. I felt I fitted the brief exactly as she was looking for an accountant who was ambivalent towards our tax and import duties. In our double talk, we were progressing towards why she had attended tonight and other intimate matters and it was clear both in business and sex she was ruthless competitive and greedy.

But unfortunately Angard brought the boys back and so we got ready to eat. Priya took over assigning herself a seat beside where I would be sitting, and I sidled up to Saanvi and whispered that this should be the job of the mother of the captain and that she was trying to steal Saanvi’s glory. Within minutes order was restored by the 56-year-old mother using her son’s authority as captain.

She was sitting on my right beside me, then her son, and on my left was Anupama’s empty chair and then Anvi the prostitute and Nish who was vice-captain. Saanvi rewarded me with a smile and later I caught the fuming Priya’s eye and shrugged apologetically and rolled my eyes at Saanvi eliciting a nod of agreement from the exhibitionist Priya.

With everyone seated I gave my introduction speech which included a thank you to Saanvi for helping arrange it (well she did attend). She stood and accepted the applause. I was rewarded with a quick squeeze of my hand when she sat down.

To be continued.