(After graduation, I joined an IT firm in Mumbai, far from home. I missed my parents, my friends, and… of course, the wild fucking. We were eleven in the office—eight cocks and three cunts. Krish was the senior manager, Bob the assistant manager. Anil, Carl, Dev, and Prem were senior colleagues. Jai and Vir were freshers like me, straight out of college. Anita was a senior colleague, Kavya worked the front desk. Among the cocks, Jai and Vir were bachelors. Anita was married, and Kavya had a boyfriend.)
The moment the car started moving, exhaustion overtook me. My eyelids surrendered almost immediately, and I drifted off, lulled by the steady hum of the road. I hadn’t slept well the previous night, and the long drive ahead felt like a blessing.
I didn’t know how much time had passed when a sudden jolt brought me back to consciousness. My head bumped lightly against the window.
Dev, seated beside me, touched my arm gently.
“Ishika, sit in the middle,” he said. “That way you won’t hit your head again.”
I thanked him and shifted seats, closing my eyes once more. The conversation around me dropped to murmurs, the kind people assume won’t be overheard by someone they think is asleep.
The moment the car started moving, my eyelids gave up their battle. I dozed off instantly. After getting used to heavy-duty fucking in college, this sudden forced celibacy was driving me insane. In a strange city with no friends and a brand-new job, I was wary—one wrong move could land me in trouble. So last night, instead of sleeping, I stayed up watching porn, fingering my cunt until it was sore. By the time dawn came, I’d had barely a few hours of rest.
Senior Manager Krish had arranged a three-day picnic at his farmhouse in Panvel for the entire staff. We had four holidays in a row, and everyone was thrilled. The farmhouse had four rooms and all the modern comforts. No wives this time—the kids’ annual exams were approaching. Kavya brought her boyfriend, but Anita cancelled last minute for some family function.
I don’t know how long I’d been out when the car jolted, and my head lightly bumped against the window glass. Dev, sitting beside me, gently patted my hand.
“Ishika, sit in the center. That way you won’t bang your head,” he said softly.
I thanked him and shifted over, but I was almost certain his hand grazed my butt as I moved. I closed my eyes again, drifting back toward sleep—until Jai’s voice, low and conspiratorial, snapped me alert. He was sitting to my right.
“Krish, look at her boobs—how they’re bouncing,” Jai murmured.
Our company culture didn’t bother with “Sir.” We called everyone by name.
Bob, who was driving, caught a glimpse in the rearview mirror.
“I don’t know how you’re controlling, ” he whispered back. “If I were in your seat, I’d have grabbed those tits .”
Dev chimed in.
“Shall I touch her thigh? She’s fast asleep.”
Krish’s voice was sharp.
“You idiots! If she shouts ‘Me Too,’ we’ll be on the streets—or in prison.”
Vir chuckled.
“Come on, Krish, don’t tell me you’ve never felt the urge to maul her tits. I’ve seen it so many times—she leans over your shoulder for signatures and those boobs are right there, inviting your hands to grab them.”
Krish groaned.
“Are you kidding? Sometimes she presses them lightly without even realizing it. I’m going mad. Every time she comes close, I have this wild urge to push her on the table and fuck her.”
Jai’s tone turned even more graphic.
“Why don’t you? You are the boss. There’s no CCTV in your cabin. Rest of us have to be careful. She sits right opposite me—those thunder thighs are impossible to ignore. And that cunt mound in tight jeans… deadly. When she comes in skirts, I want to crawl under the table, lift it up, and lick her juicy cunt until she screams.”
My heartbeat spiked. My cunt was already wet.
Vir sighed.
“Every day, I watch her boob profile. When she drops something, she bends over slowly, flashing cleavage. I want to grab those tits and fuck her cleavage hard.”
Anil said, “She’s so beautiful and sexy—like a famous film star. Same milky-white skin, rosy cheeks, those streaks in her hair… and that figure.”
Krish agreed, eyes narrowing with frustration. “Yeah… but with bigger boobs and thunder thighs. I’ve only seen thighs like that on tennis superstars. And here she is—just within reach—but untouchable. Might as well be on the moon.”
I kept up my act, pretending to be fast asleep, but shifted slightly so my thighs brushed against theirs.
Dev let out a long breath. “I can’t resist… I’m touching her thigh.” His hand slid gently onto my leg. I didn’t move.
Krish glanced back, whispering urgently. “Careful. She might wake up.”
But Jai, emboldened, lifted my skirt above my knees, pushed it up higher over my thigh, and pressed his palm against the warm skin there. I stayed still, playing the deep-sleep act.
From the back seat, Vir and Anil were now too worked up to hold back. Each one cupped a tit, squeezing just enough to feel the weight and softness.
Krish was half turned in his seat, eyes locked on the action but nerves twitching. “Don’t squeeze hard. She’ll wake up.”
Anil smirked. “Relax. We’ll be gentle. Just tell Bob to avoid any potholes—no sudden jolts.”
I slumped further into the seat, spreading my thighs a little wider. The bolder they got, the rougher their hands became—stroking my thighs, mauling my tits.
Then Jai hooked his fingers into my panties, tugging them aside. He leaned in, peering, and whispered, “Wow… she’s shaved. Smooth as marble. Should I slide a finger in?” His fingers traced my cunt mound slowly, deliberately.
At the same time, Krish stretched back, cupping my left tit and giving it a firm squeeze.
That was my cue. I sat bolt upright, shouting, “What the hell is happening?”
Hands flew away instantly. The men jerked back, faces drained of color, suddenly fascinated by the passing scenery outside their windows. Silence.
I let it hang for a few seconds before speaking again, voice small and hurt. “I never expected this from you guys. I thought I was in the company of gentlemen.”
Jai swallowed hard. “Sorry, Ishika… I couldn’t control myself. Watching your boobs bounce like that…”
I turned my glare on Krish. “You’re young—I get that lust can make you stupid. But what about you, Krish? And the rest of you? You’re married. You have children.”
Krish turned, sheepish grin on his face. “We’re sorry, Ishika. But we’re married bachelors—our wives allow us maybe once a month… once a fortnight if we’re lucky. Since the day you joined, we’ve been smitten—your smile, your body, your scent. I know you don’t mean to, but the way you walk, the way you smile, that innocent flash of cleavage—it drives us insane. I promise we’ll behave from now on. Right, boys?”
They all nodded quickly. “Yes.”
I stayed quiet for a moment. I knew full well that one complaint from me could end their careers.
Then I laughed. “If you all behave decently, where’s the fun in a picnic? Come on—smile. We’ll have unlimited fun… but on my terms. Agreed?”
And as I said it, I undid two buttons, letting my shirt fall open just enough to give them a teasing view of my cleavage.
It was like flipping a switch—their faces lit up like thousand-watt bulbs. Dev and Jai reached toward my tits, but I slapped their wrists.
“First,” I said firmly, “you listen to my terms.”
Krish grinned like a kid promised candy. “Any and all terms—just say them.”
I slowly undid the rest of my buttons, opening my shirt completely. Standing up in the moving car, I leaned in to kiss Krish full on the lips, gave Bob—still driving—a playful peck on the cheek, then went down the line, kissing the rest in order of seniority.
I said, “I’ll start with Krish, then Bob… then the seniors, and finally the juniors.”
Jai and Vir immediately protested. “That’s unfair! We’re unmarried—we should be first!”
I raised my hand like a queen silencing her court. “You agreed to my terms. Don’t worry—I’ll take care of all of you. By the time we go back, you won’t be able to walk.”
Bob chuckled. “Ishika, I think you’re biting off more than you can chew. Eight men for three days? You’ll be the one unable to walk—or even stand.”
I laughed, eyes glinting. “We’ll see about that. Now, don’t interrupt. My second condition: I get a room exclusively for myself. All of you can come and fuck me whenever you want. Third—six to eight hours of undisturbed rest. When I wake, I’ll call for Krish. Fourth—and this is important—it’s hard work. I’ll need a good oil massage and a hot bath. You can fuck me while you’re at it. Okay?”
Krish grinned from ear to ear. “All conditions accepted. We’d planned to give you and Anita one room, but Anita and her boyfriend can have theirs—they won’t step out for three days. Ishika gets her own room, and we men will share the remaining two.”
I laughed again. “I doubt you’ll spend much time in your rooms—maybe a few hours, tops. Krish, how many condoms do we have? Stock up, or it’s ‘No Entry.’ Also get Vaseline, butter—no Amul butter, desi butter—coconut oil, tissues, and gel, enough for three days. We don’t want to run for supplies in the middle of the fun.”
Krish nodded, and before the words had cooled in the air, eight eager hands were on me. We were now out of city limits, the road clear, and the car’s windows shaded. Dev and Jai opened my shirt, unhooked my bra, and latched onto my tits like starving men. I hiked my skirt high, peeled off my panties, and spread my legs wide.
Jai abandoned my tits and dove straight down between my thighs, burying his face in my cunt. Krish twisted back in his seat, one hand fondling my boob while the other slid along my thigh. Bob, behind the wheel, kept sneaking glances in the rearview mirror, barely keeping his eyes on the road.
Suddenly, Bob announced, “Medical store ahead. I’ll get Ishika’s shopping list.”
They all pulled back while I adjusted my clothes. Bob hopped out, returning minutes later with bags in hand and a grin on his face.
“The shopkeeper’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw the list,” Bob laughed as he started the car. “He couldn’t resist asking if I was buying a year’s supply of condoms.”
Once we were moving again, the action resumed. I unzipped Dev’s and Jai’s pants, freeing their cocks. I sucked each one in turn, tasting pre-cum on my tongue. Jai spilled quickly, so Krish swapped in.
I told them, “No cumming in my mouth—don’t spoil my dress. If you can’t control yourself, pull out and let the next man in.” Bob swapped seats with Dev so he could join in, and Dev took the wheel.
By the time we reached the guest house, I had sucked every cock, had my tits mauled from every angle, and felt fingers and tongues in my cunt more times than I could count.
The second car had already arrived. Carl, Prem, Kavya, and her boyfriend were pacing impatiently outside. Kavya and her man looked particularly restless—clearly ready to fuck the moment they stepped inside.
Carl grumbled, “Where the hell have you been? We’ve been waiting forever!”
Krish just laughed. “We had to stop for a few things for Ishika.” Then he turned to Bahadur, the watchman. “Bahadur, why didn’t you show them their rooms?” he scolded.
Bahadur mumbled something about them wanting to wait until we arrived.
Kavya tilted her head at me. “Why couldn’t you finish your shopping in Mumbai?”
Krish stepped in with a charming smile. “Welcome to my guest house. Enjoy the gardens, the fresh air, and my hospitality. There are four rooms. At first, I thought one room for the girls and three for the men… but on second thought, it’s fairer to give one to Kavya and her boyfriend, one to Ishika, and two for us men. What do you say?”
Everyone nodded in agreement—except Carl and Prem, who looked confused. Dev pulled them aside, whispered the details, and their eyes went wide as they stared at me. I winked.
Krish told Kavya and her man to enjoy themselves—their room was stocked with a mini bar, snacks, TV, and a healthy collection of adult videos. We waited just long enough to hear their door lock… then rushed into my room.
My cunt was on fire. I needed a cock immediately. But as soon as we entered, a moment of hesitation rippled through the group.
Prem cleared his throat. “Ishika, you said we’d take turns by seniority. Are the rest of us supposed to wait outside like in a public restroom queue?”
I laughed. “No need for that. If you’re okay with it, all of you can stay here and have fun while I’m being fucked.”
That was all it took—they were about to leap at me like a pack of starving wolves.
I raised my hand sharply. “Hold it. I’ll only do what I’m comfortable with. I want four at a time—one fucking me, one in my mouth, and two sucking and playing with my boobs. The rest will wait their turn and take over when someone finishes. I promise, everyone will be satisfied.”
Krish stepped forward, kissed me deeply, and began peeling off my shirt and skirt. The others nearly groaned when they saw me bare—my hourglass figure, full and firm tits tipped with pink nipples, my narrow waist, deep navel, my plump, poori-like mound, and my thick, smooth thighs that promised power and pleasure.
Within seconds, they were all naked, cocks hard and throbbing.
Krish eased me back on the bed, his mouth claiming mine, his hands squeezing my tits. I stroked his cock and cupped his balls, moaning as his lips moved down to my nipples. Soon his tongue was between my legs, licking my soaked cunt with slow, knowing strokes.
I smiled wickedly at the others, my eyes drifting from face to cock. When Krish’s tongue flicked my clit with the speed of butterfly wings, I beckoned to Bob, Dev, and Carl. Dev and Carl latched onto my tits like desperate babies while I took Bob’s cock into my mouth, sucking hard.
Bob groaned, my own moans vibrating against him as Krish’s tongue sent shocks of pleasure racing through me. A sudden orgasm tore through my body—I screamed, clutching Krish’s hair.
“Fuck me. Now,” I ordered.
He didn’t hesitate. In one smooth thrust, his cock was inside me. (I’d told them earlier—men who’d had a vasectomy could fuck me bare.) I purred like a cat tasting cream after too long.
Mmm… heaven… It had been far too long since a cock filled my sweet cunt like this.
Krish’s thrusts grew harder, faster. I matched his rhythm by sucking Dev’s cock as deep as my throat would allow. Then, with one final push, Krish buried himself fully and spilled his cum inside me.
He pulled out, breathing heavily. Bob immediately stepped forward, cock ready, but I stopped him with a finger on his chest.
“Krish,” I said, looking straight into his eyes, “shouldn’t you leave my cunt the way you found it? Clean the mess you made first… then you can go.”
Everyone laughed as Krish dutifully cleaned my cunt with a tissue. Bob wasted no time sliding his cock inside me, and the rotation began—Dev moved up to my mouth, Prem took over my tits, and I found myself getting hornier with every thrust. My hips began rising to meet each stroke, urging them on.
“Harder… deeper…” I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets.
Two hours later, we had completed one full round. My body was tingling and drenched in sweat. They accompanied me to the restroom, where I sat on the edge of the tub while warm water cascaded over my cunt. Eight strong pairs of hands massaged me from thighs to shoulders, until Jai knelt and spread butter around my folds and inside me, his touch slow and deliberate. Vir, thin and nimble, pressed ice cubes wrapped in a cloth against my swollen lips, making me shiver as the cold teased my overheated flesh.
After an hour of rest, we were ready again.
During the first session, a few of the men had finished quickly and looked embarrassed. I stroked their faces reassuringly. “It’s natural,” I said softly. “After a long dry spell, your body reacts like that. This time, just enjoy the ride.”
For round two, I demanded variety. “I want all positions,” I said, straddling Prem while sucking Jai’s cock. “By the way… how many of you have done anal?”
Krish and Dev raised their hands. “Not with our wives,” Krish added quickly. Prem smirked. “Mine loves it.”
I leaned toward Krish, my voice low and deliberate. “Take the gel. Coat your cock well… and get me ready back there. Once you’re in my ass, Prem will match your rhythm in my cunt.”
The room was suddenly a frenzy of bodies and cocks. I was filled in three holes—cunt, ass, and mouth—while two others fucked my hands. Vir, slim and daring, slid between us to push his cock between my tits, my slippery skin making it easy for him to thrust. Six men, all inside or on me at once, my body a playground of lust.
By the end of that session, I was deliciously spent but glowing. We moved to the garden for a long, indulgent lunch, shaded by tall trees. The cool breeze kissed my still-sensitive skin. Kavya and her boyfriend joined us.
As I sipped a cold drink, I turned to Krish. “How many people actually stay here to maintain the farmhouse?”
“Just the watchman, gardener, and cook. Why?”
I grinned. “Because I want to fuck in the garden and in the pool. But your staff might be a problem. Can you send them away for a couple of days?”
Krish chuckled. “No need. We’re eleven here. If they leave, who will cook and clean? Besides, they’re trustworthy. They might watch… maybe even jerk off… but they won’t interfere.”
I heard a sharp gasp behind us. Turning, I saw Kavya and her boyfriend—apparently they’d been right there all along.
Kavya’s face had gone pale. “Ishika… are you saying… you’ve been fucking all eight of them? That’s… impossible. Please tell me you’re joking.” Her boyfriend’s eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open as if his jaw had come unhinged.
Krish immediately blurted, “No, no, Kavya. You misunderstood. There was no force—she volunteered. Ishika’s doing this because she wants to.”
I stepped forward and hugged her. “Thank you for worrying about me. But Krish is right. I’ve been craving a good, hard fuck for months. When I saw the chance… I took it.”
Kavya still looked stunned. “One man is hard enough to handle… and you’re talking about eight?”
Her boyfriend, meanwhile, was already undressing me with his eyes, clearly picturing me impaled on all those cocks.
I smiled wickedly. “Practice makes one perfect. You’ve got three holes and two hands—if you learn the tricks, you can manage and make every man cum. Controlling your cunt muscles is key. Once you master that, it’s not so difficult. In fact, we’re planning to fuck in the garden and pool next. You can watch… if you dare.”
Kavya didn’t answer. Her boyfriend gently took her by the arm and led her back toward their room.
The afternoon heat pressed down, and I saw the cook and gardener wandering toward their quarters for a siesta. Smiling to myself, I peeled off my T-shirt and shorts, strolling naked to the pool. I sat on the warm stone edge, dipping my feet into the water, the sun glinting off the ripples.
One by one, the men appeared—every one of them already hard. Bob and Jai slid into the water and waded toward me. Without a word, Bob spread my legs wide while Jai’s mouth pressed into my cunt, licking with deep, hungry strokes. I reached for the nearest cock—Prem’s—and wrapped my lips around it. The others crowded close, hands on my tits, my ass, rubbing themselves against every inch of skin they could reach.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Krish orchestrating something—his staff carrying a large double-bed frame under the shade of a massive tree. Mattress, sheets, pillows—everything was neatly arranged, turning the garden into our new stage.
Krish gave a low whistle. The men lifted me from the pool and carried me to the bed, tossing me onto the cool sheets. There was no frantic rush—just a slow, confident rhythm. They knew every man would get his turn. While one man slid inside me, another would be kissing my neck, another rubbing his cock over my stomach or pressing against my butt. Vir even teased me by rubbing himself over my toes and the tender hollows of my underarms.
They moved in perfect harmony, swapping places seamlessly—one cock sliding free, another taking its place. No one was left out, and every part of me was being touched, sucked, or fucked.
Carl was buried deep in my ass while I took Krish’s cock in my mouth. Jai lay sideways, sliding his shaft between my tits, my hands squeezing them tight for him. That’s when I noticed movement beyond the shifting bodies—Kavya and her boyfriend, standing just beyond the shade, watching intently.
Their faces gave them away—flushed, eyes wide, lips parted. I pulled Krish from my mouth just long enough to call out, “Hi, Kavya. Come join us. Nothing beats fucking in the open air.”
They glanced at each other. Her boyfriend spoke first, hesitant but firm. “We’re in a serious relationship, planning to marry. We don’t want to fuck anyone else. But… if we have sex here while watching you, can you promise no one will touch Kavya?”
All eight men gave their word, and I added, “Kavya’s my roommate. I’m happy with the eight cocks I’ve got—your boyfriend is safe from me.”
That was all the reassurance they needed. Soon, her boyfriend was undressing her, and then himself. Kavya’s body was stunning—full, heavy tits with small, tight nipples, wide hips, and a soft, round ass. At first, she covered her face with her hands as he sucked on her breasts, seated on the edge of our bed.
But when his fingers found her cunt, she peeked through her fingers, eyes glazing as pleasure overtook her. He pushed her onto her back, hooked her legs over his arms, and pulled her toward him, burying his mouth between her thighs. Kavya clutched his head, grinding herself against his tongue, her tits bouncing with each movement. Her moans turned into gasps, then into a full-throated cry as an orgasm ripped through her, making her shove him away for a moment before he positioned himself and slid his cock into her.
Even as he fucked her, her gaze was fixed on us—the synchronized thrusting of two cocks moving in and out of my holes, another sliding between my lips, the others stroking themselves against my thighs and hips.
The men were just as captivated by her—her tits jiggling, her fingers tugging and squeezing her own nipples, her lips wet as she provocatively licked them. Her boyfriend’s pace grew harder, clearly driven by the sight of our tangle of bodies.
Out in the garden, I caught sight of Krish’s staff half-hidden behind the trees, peeking at the scene. I turned my head toward Krish and said with a wicked grin, “They’ve already seen everything. Might as well have them bring us drinks, snacks, towels… and anything else we need.”
Krish called them and they came out hesitantly and waited at a distance waiting to serve. Kavya, boyfriend and farmhouse staff watched in amazement as the eight cocks fucked me in all holes and filled cum. Once they all gave me a cum bath.
I rested for a while after the fuck, and in the evening we had a poolside party, drinking, singing, and dancing. We swam, sipped drinks and they fucked me in the pool also. which was a unique experience.
They were all very sweet and loving. After every fuck, they would give a soothing massage, sponge bath. Jai and Vir were allotted the task of rubbing the butter in and on my cunt and ass and swabbing with ice cubes. As I slept, they pressed my ankles, feet, thighs, and buttocks.
Kavya and boyfriend also shed their inhibitions and were fucking freely in the gardens and pool.
I was allowed to sleep undisturbed for 7 hours. They took care of me, my cunt and ass. Nice massage, hot, steamy bath in the bathtub. Krish put rose petals and some exotic lotions and they gently scrubbed and gave a luxurious bath.
Though my cunt, ass, and body parts ached, after a good rest and massage, and treatment with butter and ice cubes, I was fully recharged for the next session. I lost count of how many times I was fucked in those three days. ( three days and two nights)
When it was time to drive back to Mumbai, everyone was sad. They wanted it to last forever. I hugged each of them and told them the fun had not ended but just started.
As Dev was driving back, all were dull and morose.
I said, ” Krish, why can’t we fuck in your room in the office? There is no CCTV?”