When We Take Our Revenge And Dp Janani – Part 12

This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at [email protected].

Janani took a few minutes to thoroughly inspect my balls for any signs of oedemas or discolourations and then finally explained to us the risks of tying up balls for too long. Anjan blanched, it was clear that he was scared, but my cock was rigid; I was completely turned on by the fact that Janani had enough control over me to inflict so much pain. Janani was still apologizing when, on an impulse, I pushed her onto the bed, jumped on her, and shoved my cock into her with all the force I could muster. With her dry pussy, and the surprise of the moment, her scream could have been heard all the way down the three floors to the road; fortunately, Anjan jumped to cover her mouth. She continued with her guttural screams while I ravaged her pussy, thramming her like a piston, ignoring all but my primal instinct to fuck. She slowly calmed down as my precum and her own fluids started lubricating my strokes into her, and soon started moaning, though her pussy was still paining from the initial violation.

“May I put your cock in your mouth, akka?” Anjan asked, licking Janani’s face and stroking his cock. Janani’s eyes were closed and she was still moaning, oblivious to everything but the hard cock in her pussy. “She will need her mouth to breathe, machan. Come fuck her in the ass, I want to feel you as we fuck her”, I told Anjan, reaching out, grabbing his cock and stroking it; we kissed. Janani had a strict policy against her ass being fucked and we had never done it. Anjan was unsure of going against her diktat, but I knew today was different, and we could do what we wanted with her. As I held his cock and kissed him, I reassured him that it will be fine. Without pulling my cock out or slowing down, I helped Anjan pull Janani off the bed and up on her feet. Anjan spat on his fingers and lubricated Janani’s asshole with it, as also his cock head. Anjan entered with much more love for his sister’s asshole than I displayed for her pussy a bit ago. Janani half moaned-half screamed as her brother’s big fat cock slowly entered her tight virgin ass. I refused to slow down and continued assaulting her pussy, and very soon, I could feel Anjan’s cock against mine as I fucked her.

As Janani came for a third time, she dug her nails in my back as she pushed her pussy on my cock harder. She also involuntarily contracted her sphincter, tightening her ass’s hold on Anjan’s cock. Though his precum had helped him slip his cock fully in, the sudden and tight grip that his sister’s ass had on his cock was something he did not anticipate – none of us did, given it was virgin territory for all of us. He moaned a bit in pain, hugged his sister closer from behind, and squeezed her boobs – which he was happily fondling from behind – hard. She screamed in pain but I quickly covered her mouth with mine, playing my tongue on hers as I waited for her to get used to the shock of Anjan’s latest assault. I then lifted her lithe frame off the floor, as she wrapped her legs around my hips. “Machan, seven minutes?” I asked Anjan; he and I have jacked off so often that we are well attuned to each other now, and can usually synchronise our coming to a few seconds of each other; I was asking him if we can finish off in seven minutes, because both our legs were already tired from all the standing.

Anjan got invigorated and started pumping in and out of her ass faster as he said, “lets make it ten”. With animal fury and a precision German car makers would have been proud of, we began our assault on Janani in earnest. We spent the initial three minutes stroking together, making Janani come twice. Then we decided to alternate our strokes, pleasuring ourselves more and Janani equally. We had fucked her many times before, but this was the first time we fucked her without her directing us to – and we were getting a childish pleasure out of the deviant behaviour of ours. Janani, with her nymphomania, came around six times in the ten minutes. And sure enough, by the tenth minute, Anjan and I were speeding up, sweaty, thirsty, and immensely pleasured. Poor Janani was limp, by now, just barely holding on with her legs around my hips or her arms around her shoulder. By around the seventh minute itself, Anjan joined me in holding her up – me at her hips and Anjan by her armpits – and she was lolling around to our strokes like a ragdoll, the only signs she is alive being her moans of enjoyment.

As we sped up, she finally spoke her first words since her apologies, gasping with every stroke “cum in me, don’t take it out. It is not my safe time, but I will have an I-pill. Fuck me, you behenchods, fuck!” Her words galvanized both Anjan and I, and we intensified our assault. As I was close to climax, I reached over, behind Janani, and grabbed his balls as he fucked his sister’s ass – both an indication to him that I was to come, so he can too, and also to ensure greater pleasure by keeping his balls away from his body. Although it was a good technique when we jacked off together, it was awkward while fucking Janani in between. But we persisted, as Anjan leaned over to grab mine, still fucking his sister with me. He squeezed me immediately, though, indicating that he was ready too. We decided to let go, so we don’t drop Janani, and reduced the length of our strokes from the nice long ones we were giving to pleasure Janani.

With both of us focussing on reaching our climax, there was no one to gag Janani as she reached her final orgasm for the session. Her hoarse scream worked like a cue for both of us, as we spewed our cum into the woman we both loved as a sister. And boy did we come! With both our cocks firmly lodged in her nether holes and our knees bucking wildly, we shot load after load of cum, filling her up, refusing to fall down till we had completed what was the biggest load of our life. Janani’s nails had drawn blood from my back where they dug in for the various orgasms, and I could finally feel the trickle of blood down my back, as I felt my semen dribbling out from her pussy mixing with Anjan’s on the floor. Both Anjan and I were giving our final, nominal strokes as I leaned in to kiss Janani plush on her lips and Anjan mauled her boobs and licked and kissed the nape of her neck.

We collapsed to the floor, Janani on me as Anjan and I fell on our backs. Our now soft dicks had slipped out of her orifices and were uselessly dangling from between our legs once again. All three of us were panting and gasping to catch our breaths. Janani looked up from my chest where she was resting her head, and smiled at me. Her pussy and ass were dripping cum all over my midriff, and both Anjan and I were lying on the rest of it. She murmured a “thank you” and moved to kiss me, but I stopped her, holding her neck. “Thank your brother, you whore! I never got your virginity, but your brother’s cock popped your ass’ cherry. Your ass’ first taste of a cock was your own fucking brother’s, you whore!” I said, grinning and tightening the grip on her neck. She grinned back, slapped me hard, pulled my hand off her neck, pulled Anjan by his neck closer to her and said, “Thanks da thambi, un akka sooththa okkinadhukku. My ass loved your cock. And I love you”, kissing him with that.

I pulled Janani away from the prolonged and incestuous kiss as Anjan playfully punched me in mock anger. Janani and I made out like mad, then I said, “Ain’t no location more exotic then your ass, akka. I don’t want Europe, but what can I do? How can I convince my folks? What do I even tell them.” Janani grinned evilly, “don’t worry. I have a plan to ensure you can stay here and get your nuts busted the entire two months of your vacations”, and kissed me.

To be continued unless you guys feel I shouldn’t. Their dad makes his appearance soon enough, be patient. Comments welcome at [email protected]

When We Take Our Revenge And Dp Janani – Part 12