It would be best to read Part One of this story to get a better understanding of the couple and their motivations, as well as seeing descriptions of some of their first cuckold activities. But the following synopsis may give you a good start.
In Part One of this story, I describe how I’m writing this story for a couple, in their voices, who live in a small town in Washington. They are Tammy (thirty-eight years old) and Rick (forty-three), and they begin a cuckold lifestyle, in an interesting set of circumstances. Tammy is a pretty, tall, buxom, voluptuous woman, who is lactating at the time of this story. Her husband enjoys watching her being fucked by other men, and then cleaning her pussy with his mouth.
Tammy is attracted to men with dark complexions, and after becoming fascinated with Indian food and culture, they plan a long vacation to India, where she hopes to be fucked by dark-skinned, big-cocked, Indian men. She fucks her first Indian man on their flight to New Delhi, and then fucks two other Indian men in a dress shop where she’s shopping for saris to wear on their trip.
Part One ends after Tammy’s just been fucked by two dress shop owners who give her three saris for sucking and fucking them, and she and Rick are headed back to the hostel to clean up for the next day’s tour of the Taj Mahal.
Part Two
The next day would be long and tiring, spending the whole day at the Taj Mahal, and we wanted to get back to our room early and clean up. Rick went first to take a shower, and he came back to the room and said, “You’ve seen the communal bathroom, but remember this place also has communal, unisex showers. It might take a little getting used to, so be careful in there. I’ll check up on you in a few minutes. No one else was in there when I was there, but you might not be so lucky.”
I was still exhausted from the trip and the heat and felt dirty after having been fucked three times already, and really needed a shower. I wrapped the towel around me and tucked in the end over my breasts and walked the thirty feet down the hall to the shower.
There are six shower stalls, three on each side of a walkway, each about five feet wide, with benches at the far end. It looked like there may have been curtains over the front of each stall at one time, but most of them were missing, some with partial curtains or just remnants and a few curtain rings on the top bar. Hoping for a little privacy, after being so exposed at the dress shop, I chose a stall with a curtain segment covering about half of the opening, which is across from another stall with a partial curtain.
The hot water felt good, as I first washed my hair, with my eyes closed and thinking about the men I had fucked. I enjoyed rubbing my breasts, as the shampoo suds and water cascaded over my body, and I even took erotic pleasure in masturbating, as I often do when I’m alone and turned on.
I sensed that I was being watched and heard some splashing sounds nearby as I rinsed the suds from my eyes and looked to find two Indian boys partially obscured by the curtain in the shower across from mine. They appeared to be eighteen or nineteen years old or older, and their taught, muscular bodies were complemented by their dark complexions. I couldn’t resist the temptation to tease the boys and display myself fully to them, and I faced them with the water cascading over me, as I smiled and fondled my heavily swaying breasts in front of me.
They just stood there gawking at me, and that’s when I realized that I hadn’t brought any soap with me to the shower. I was watching them too, and couldn’t miss seeing their more than man-sized, half-hard, uncircumcised, thick cocks, that were already over seven inches long. Their pink cock heads were peeking out of thick foreskins, and they have huge, black balls swinging between their legs. My pussy was tingling for some more, thick Indian cock.
It looked like they had a bottle of body wash with them, which gave me a good excuse to approach them. I stepped across the walkway, smiled, and said, “If you boys are willing to share your body wash, I’ll let you wash me.”
The boys took me up on my offer and stepped into the stall. Both boys are tall, especially for Indians, and are my height. The look of joy on their faces was flattering, as I raised my arms towards them, and motioned for them to come closer. They squirted the body wash into their hands and one of them started washing my back, as the other was in front, washing my arms.
They were nervous, probably afraid to be aggressive with a mature American woman and seemed reluctant to wash my more-feminine parts. That’s when I took the hands of the boy in front in my hands and placed them on my pendulous breasts. The other boy saw that and began to rub the cheeks of my luscious ass. With their increased confidence, they began to sensually rub and massage my breasts and ass, and it felt so good being their center of attention.
With the suds rinsed from my tits, I held them up to the boy, and squeezed, forcing rivulets of breast milk from both. He smiled and leaned down to latch onto my right nipple, as he pulled the other boy around from the back to suck the left. They sucked my breasts hard, as I first cradled their heads, and then moved my hands down their backs, and on their muscular ass cheeks.
That encouraged the boys to begin humping my hips, with their rock hard, eight-inch cocks. They had been suckling me for about five minutes, when I dropped to my knees in front of them, pulling my tits from their mouths, and was facing their bobbing cocks and massive testicles.
I sucked first one, and then the other of their huge, teen cocks, and was beginning to taste their precum. One of the boys then stood up and moved behind me as continued sucking the other boy, and he pulled me up from my knees until I was bent over in front of him. He pushed his thick cock into my waiting pussy from behind, and there was sucking one boy, while being fucked from behind by the other.
It only took them a few minutes to cum that first time, and I loved the taste of that thick, teen cum in my mouth, and the feeling of it shooting into my pussy. We all stood up after that, and the boys resumed draining my breasts, as I stroked their flaccid, but stiffening cocks.
Then the boys switched places, and fucked my pussy and mouth again, but that time it took them almost ten minutes to cum. It was amazing that I had fucked and sucked off those two boys, and nothing had been said except my original offer. When they were finished and leaving, even though we couldn’t speak each other’s language, they still showed their appreciation by smiling and using hand gestures.
Having the boy’s cocks in my face most of the time, I couldn’t see if Rick had come to check on me, or if other people had come in to use the showers. I found that out after the boys left, when an old Indian man walked into my stall. He is unattractive, dark-skinned, skinny, and shorter than the boys. But his long, maybe nine-inch, uncircumcised cock, that is the thickest I had ever seen, more than made up for any shortcomings.
He smiled at me and said, in his broken, but understandable English, “I saw that you enjoyed my grandsons, and now it’s time you tried a real man. Sit on the floor and suck it for me first, and then I’ll give that slutty pussy of yours a real treat.”
I sat on the shower floor, with my back against the wall, and my mouth was in the perfect position to suck his cock. He moved in, and I had to struggle to take his mushroom cock head and thick shaft into my mouth. He reached down and fondled my breasts as he began pounding my mouth, with me finally being able to take about six inches of his cock, as his massive black balls slapped against my throat.
It wasn’t clear if he intended to cum in my mouth, but I found out when he pulled out and said, “I won’t be able to cum twice like the boys, and I want my load of cum in that nasty cunt of yours. If you aren’t protected, I’d like nothing better than to give you a dark Indian baby. So, get on your knees and get ready for a thorough fucking.”
I got on my knees, and he moved in behind me, shoving his huge cock into my already slimed pussy. He reached around and held my breasts for leverage as pressed his cock inside me to his balls and started thrusting into me.
His big cock was rubbing my G-spot in the position we were in, and his big balls were slapping noisily against my thighs. I was having constant orgasms on his fuck meat. I was so turned on and in a state of unbridled lust, that I moaned out loud, “Oh yessss, fuck me with your big, black cock, old man, and give me your baby. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and flood my married cunt with your virile Indian seed. Ride me hard and make me your bitch.”
It didn’t take the old man very long to cum, especially after my outburst, and he was soon ejaculating into my well-used pussy. His cock throbbed and pulsed for over a minute, as he said, “Oh yeah, take my seed, you fucking American slut; I hope that I’ve given you my baby.”
The old man left quickly after that, and I was just starting to get up when Rick stepped into the stall with his hard cock in his hand. He said, “Holy shit, Tammy, you obviously didn’t get enough cock in the store today, and now you’re fucking in the shower. I got it all on my phone, and I’m so turned on right now, that I want you to stay there while I eat you out and fuck you right here.”
I was still on my hands and knees, and Rick slid under me in a sixty-nine. I took his rock-hard cock into my mouth as I pressed my pussy to his face. He held onto my ass, pulling my pussy firmly against his mouth, and I felt the cock juices from those other three men oozing out of my pussy and into his mouth. I know that he usually cums quickly, so I wasn’t surprised when, after only a couple of minutes, he slid out from under me and moved in behind to fuck me. It seemed like only two or three strokes before he shot his load into my cum-hungry pussy.
We stayed in the stall, showering together in the hot, steaming water, soaping each other up with the bottle the boys had left there. He just loves rubbing his soapy hand over my big tits and ass. We stayed in the shower for another ten minutes.
Sleep came quickly for us when we got back to our room, which was good since we were getting up early to visit the Taj Mahal for the day. As we drifted off, Rick hugged and kissed me, before saying, “Oh fuck, Tammy, that was so amazing watching you satisfy all of those men and boys at the store and in the shower and knowing how turned on you were. And when they treated you like a slut and even called you one, I almost creamed my pants. You’re truly a sex machine and a force of nature, and I love watching as you are enraptured pleasing other men.”
I decided to wear the silk sari the next day, even though I was nervous about how I would be accepted by the Indian people, especially since I would be wearing it in such a revealing manner. It is a dark-peach color with a muted floral pattern, trimmed in beige. I wore thong panties but no bra under the sari, and the material is so thin and smooth, that that my nipples could be seen moving against the fabric as my big breasts swayed and jiggled with each step.
We spent the whole day at the Taj Mahal, and I was getting more turned on as the hours passed. I sometimes thought I was getting more attention from both men and women, than they were paying to the beautiful surroundings. I was in a state of mild arousal all day, as they stared at my face, breasts, and ass. I felt very much accepted and admired by the Indian people and tourists from other parts of the world.
It was tiring walking around the grounds of the Taj Mahal, and we were happy to get back to the hostel in late afternoon. We freshened up and changed clothes, before going down to a nearby restaurant for dinner. I wore my beautiful royal blue cotton sari, with nothing underneath.
The restaurant is dimly lit, and we were seated at a table in an even darker corner of the dining area. As our eyes adjusted to the low light, I was looking at an Indian family sitting two tables away from us. There was an older couple, middle-aged couple, and two teenage boys. I recognized the old man and the teenage boys as the ones I had sucked and fucked in the shower the previous night, and they were whispering among themselves as they pointed at our table.
Part of the way through the wonderful dinner we were having, the man who appeared to be the father of the teens, stopped by our table on the way to the restroom. He smiled, looked me in the face, and said, “My father and sons told me about their good luck and how much fun they had with a beautiful American woman in the shower last night, and even that your husband was watching from outside. I didn’t believe it, but now it’s easy to see that you are truly beautiful and sexy. I will stop by your room later tonight and enjoy slipping my meat inside you.”
His boldness was a turn-on for me, and I responded, “You can stop by whenever you’re ready, and you can bring the others as well.”
He laughed and said, “No, pretty lady, I want you all to myself.”
That man stopped by our room at about 10:00 pm that night and didn’t seem to be at all phased with Rick there watching us. It was nice being able to fuck him in a bed, instead of in a lavatory, changing room, or shower stall. We undressed, and he sucked my breasts for the longest time, before I sucked his cock, which is as big as his father’s, and he fucked me twice before he left our room totally satiated.
After his first ejaculation, he knelt by my head and fed me his slimy cock, as he smiled down at Rick slurping the cum from my pussy. It was interesting how confident he was to approach us in the restaurant, and state, not ask, that he was going to come to our room to fuck me. The stereotype of easy American women, and his father’s and son’s experience with me, was all he needed to know how much of a slut I am.
We wanted to experience at least one long train ride on our vacation, and we left the next morning on the eighteen-hour train ride from Agra to Chhindwara. We planned to spend at least five days in the Chhindwara area, two visting the Pench National Park to see the tigers and elephants, and two or three to visit some of the temples.
It was important for us to able to mingle with the common people, but not in such a rowdy setting as our trip to Agra was, in unreserved general class. We reserved what is called two-tier AC sleeper accommodations, which has two bunks on each side of a compartment, and the compartments are separated by an aisle and curtains. The bottom bunks fold up to make bench seats for waking hours, and we would be in a compartment with two Indian people that we didn’t know.
I wore my third sari for that trip, which is cotton and dark-pink in color, with neither a bra nor panties. Anpu told us at the sari shop that pink is the color of femininity and romance, and red connotes passion and sensuality. So, he thought a dark-pink sari would convey the message I wanted to send to men, especially after finding out what a slut I am, and how easy it was for the brothers to fuck me.
We got to our train and found out that our compartment mates were two, short and thin, middle-aged Indian men, much like the others I had already fucked. They seemed to be very pleasant and looked me over from head to toe in my sari. We rode for the first hour in silence with the men staring at me, and then things got interesting. We don’t speak Hindi and they didn’t know English, so they started making hand gestures.
One of them men smiled as he touched his face, which I took as a gesture that he thought I was pretty. Then he held up his camera, while still touching his face, asking permission to take my picture. I gestured that it was okay, and I smiled as he clicked many pictures in just a few minutes. We all smiled at one another, with them acknowledging thanks for the pictures, and then the other man made different gestures.
I knew that my cantaloupe-sized breasts and thick nipples were pressing against the fabric of my sari, and it had to be evident to them that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The man seemed very bold as he pointed to his chest and held up his camera, indicating that he wanted to somehow get a picture of my breasts. I wasn’t sure if he wanted me to bare them or just tighten the fabric.
He must have sensed that I was a slut, and I decided to give them a thrill by pulling the fabric tight across my breasts, which allowed them to even see the impressions of my big areolas. They smiled and shook their heads in excitement as they clicked away taking dozens of more pictures. Then the first man took even more liberties, and lifted his shirt with his hand, indicating that he wanted me to do the same. I looked at Rick and he just shrugged his shoulders, which is all the encouragement I needed.
I pulled up the fabric exposing my left breast to the men, and their cameras were clicking away. After another gesture indicating they wanted to see more, I unwrapped the top of my sari, sitting there naked from the waist up. I lifted my breasts in my hands, weighing and squeezing them in front of those strangers, until I felt warm milk running down both breasts and onto my stomach.
They began making excited gestures, touching their mouths and then pointing at my breasts. Rick moved over to the other bench as I motioned the men to come over. They laid out next to me as Anpu and Ragav had done on the bench in the dress shop, and Rick took dozens of photos as the men noisily suckled me. I was getting turned on with them draining my breasts that way, and I smelled the aroma of my pussy filling our compartment.
I held their heads against my breasts until they began to move their hands between my legs, when I reached down and began rubbing their crotches. My pussy was wet when their fingers found my swollen lips, and they started sucking me even harder when they realized that I wasn’t wearing any panties.
They probed my adulterous cunt with their fingers as I unfastened and unzipped their pants, and they helped me push down their pants and underwear. I gripped their bare cocks and found that both men have thick, black, uncircumcised cocks, between seven and eight inches long, and their copious precum was already running down my hands.
I was so hungry to suck their cocks and to be fucked, and pushed the men off my tits, before getting onto my knees and sucking one of the men, as the other moved behind me to fuck me doggy style. I loved the taste of the thick cock in my mouth, and the way the precum- soaked foreskin moved on the shaft. The other man buried his thick cock in my pussy in one thrust, and I was pinned between the two of them, sucking and fucking two more thick, black Indian cocks.
The men were already excited from sucking my tits and me rubbing their cocks, and Rick moved into position behind the man fucking me just as his cock exploded in my pussy. His big cock throbbed and pulsed, and I felt his massive load of cock cream flooding my womb. Shortly after that the other man’s cock exploded in my mouth, and I sucked hard to get all his tasty cream into my mouth and stomach.
I kept sucking the one guy’s cock, as the other pulled out of me, and Rick moved in to suck all of that cum from my pussy. Both men laughed seeing and hearing him slurping at my just-fucked cunt. We found out that there was no need for words being spoken, when everyone is highly motivated to have sex.
After sucking the cock clean of the guy who had fucked me, we stayed on the bench together, still naked, even though there was only a thin curtain separating our compartment from the aisle and other compartments. The men went back to sucking my breasts and swallowing my milk for anther half hour, until they switched positions and we did it again.
By the time we were dressed after my second fucking, we all went to the dining car together for lunch. It was interesting sitting there with those two strangers, not being able to talk to one another, but having shared intense sexual encounters. Other Indian men walked by our table, and our compartment mates made comments to them that we didn’t understand. I assumed they were bragging about their good fortune of fucking an American slut wife like me and laughing about Rick being the cleanup man.
I really like their thick cocks, and when we got back to the compartment I took turns casually sucking the men’s cocks, as they took turns sucking my breasts. I got each of them to cum into my mouth again, and I loved the taste of their thick cum. I was looking forward to fucking them again that evening after dinner, even though their tasty cock fluids were nourishing for me.
After dinner that evening, when we had our bunks made up, those men took turns fucking me on my lower bunk. One of the men left and came back with two other men that we had seen at lunch and dinner, and I fucked and sucked them too. Rick was busy cleaning my pussy after each fucking, and I also enjoyed sucking the men off to get my feedings of cum
We finally got to sleep, just in time to get up again as the train arrived in Chhindwara in the early morning. We found our way to our hostel, and slept until noon, recovering from little sleep and all the sex on the train. After a nice lunch in a café close to the hostel, we toured the city for the rest of the afternoon, before eating dinner in another café and heading back to our room. Rick and I took a shower together that night, and sadly, there were no other men around to fuck me.
It made sense for us to stay in Chhindwara since it is a sizeable city, even though the shuttle ride to Pench National Park takes almost two and a half hours. We got up the next morning and took the shuttle to the park, and had an enjoyable day looking at all that wildlife, in its almost-natural habitat. It was a long, hot, sweaty day at the park, but we planned to go back the next day and hoped to take a special tour of the elephant mating area.
We talked with Balan, the hostel manager when we got back that evening. I was horny after a day without sex, feeling naughty, and in a flirty mood. I smiled, gave him a mischievous look, and said, “I’m hoping to take a special tour tomorrow, to watch those big, bull elephants mating the cows with their huge penises.”
He glanced over at Rick, who was passively looking down and listening, and rightly concluded from our demeanor, my comment, and revealing pink sari, that I must be a cock-hungry and horny American hot wife with a cuckold husband.
Balan focused on my bulging tits, and said, “My cousin, Ogan, is a ranger at the park, and I can arrange for him to give you two a very special tour, if you’re willing to share with us. If such a beautiful and sexy woman is interested in seeing those huge elephant cocks, then you should like to see what we have between our legs and in our big balls for you.”
I laughed and replied, “Thanks, Balan, that’s so nice of you to help me out. And even though you won’t be able to match those three to five-foot elephant cocks and their cantaloupe-sized testicles, I’m hoping that you guys have some big Indian cock meat and lots of thick cum for me. You can follow us to our room if you want to show me right now.”
After fucking so many men on the airplane, at the dress shop, in the shower, and in our room, I was in my full, MILF slut mode, and just wanted to have my tits sucked and to be fucked. So, I unwrapped my sari as soon as we entered our room, and Balan undressed immediately as well. His overall skin color is dark olive, and his genitals are black. His soft, thick, uncircumcised cock is seven inches long, and his massive, plum-sized balls were hanging down as far as his cock.
Rick sat in the chair by the bed as I laid down and Balan came up beside me to suck my breasts. He was pleasantly surprised when he realized that I was lactating, and he sucked first one and then the other of my breasts as my milk flowed heavily into his mouth, and he humped my thigh with his hardening cock. He continued draining my tits as he moved between my legs, and shoved his then-hard, ten-inch cock into my well-used pussy.
He fucked me hard and fast as Rick sat in the chair masturbating, and in only five minutes he shoved that massive cock in me to his balls, as it throbbed and pulsed, flooding my pussy with his huge cum load. He stayed on me for another five minutes, slowly fucking my cunt with his soft cock soaking in our fuck fluids, and then pulled out with a loud slurping sound.
Rick moved between my legs and began slurping and cleaning my pussy with his mouth, as Balan moved up to shove his slimy cock in my mouth to suck it clean. He looked down at Rick and smiled as he said, “Holy shit, I’ve never seen a man so hungry for my cock juices. Just keep sucking my cock, you fucking slut, and I’ll soon be ready to pump another load into your nasty cunt.”
We listened as Balan called his cousin after our first fuck, and then Rick got under me in a sixty-nine position as Balan fucked me from the rear. Rick hadn’t yet ejaculated, so I sucked him to orgasm as I was fucked for another fifteen minutes to several more orgasms.
As Balan was getting dressed, I said, “Wow, you really didn’t disappoint me with your big cock and big cum loads, and I can hardly wait to fuck Ogan tomorrow. But after that, we plan to be in the area for a few more days. Would you be able to recommend some temples for us to visit? We’d like to get a behind-the-scenes look at some of the rituals that tourists don’t usually get to see.”
He smiled and answered, “I have a few places that I can suggest, so long as you continue to take care of my cock and let me suck your milky tits in the evenings.”
Rick and I took a shower together after that and got a good night’s sleep before our trip back to the park on Friday. We talked on our trip there about how exciting it was for him to watch me being so suggestive and brazen with Balan, to get him to our room.
Then he said, “My goodness, Tammy, you have become an insatiable slut on this trip. And the more dark-skinned Indian men suck your breasts and stretch your pussy with their huge, black cocks, the hungrier I am to suck their plentiful cum from your cunt.”
Ogan took us into a restricted area of the park, and we saw a bull elephant mating an elephant cow. Its cock is over four feet long on hard, and the huge load of ejaculate came shooting out of the cow’s vagina. Ogan watched me closely as I watched the mating, and then he took us to a work shed where he had laid a blanket over several bales of hay.
He sucked and drained my breasts and fucked my pussy, with a cock every bit as big as Balan’s, and I had multiple orgasms as he fucked me two times within an hour. Rick loved sucking his cum from my pussy, and we headed back to Chhindwara after that.
Balan was happy to see us return and was anxious to tell us about a temple visit he had arranged. He said, “I visited a local temple today, and made arrangements for you to visit there tomorrow. Knowing how hungry Tammy is for cocks and cum, I lied and told them that you’ve been trying unsuccessfully to conceive a child. They have agreed to perform a special fertility ceremony for you, and to feed Rick’s ravenous hunger for semen and sperm.”
“Priests aren’t celibate, but monks are, and the priest I spoke with said that he would give special dispensation to the monks to join him in giving you a very, may I say, fulfilling ceremony. The monks, some old and some young, have years of pent-up sexual energy that they will release in your pussy. The monks aren’t accustomed to being aroused, so you’ll likely need to orally service them the first time to get them hard to fuck you. They’ll include Rick in the ceremony, in a way that lets him partake of the life-giving fluids of their loins.”
I was so happy with Balan for the arrangements he made for us, that we let him sleep with us in our room that night. He fucked me three times and I sucked his cock and balls in between our copulations. He was satiated in the morning and took us to the temple.
My silk sari seemed appropriate for the temple visit, but I didn’t have it on for long. The women assisting the priest ceremoniously removed my sari and Rick’s clothes and dressed us in while, linen robes. Then we were led to an ornately appointed room with a table and ten chairs surrounding it. The chairs and table are cushioned and covered in fine white fabric, and the table has an unusual design.
The table is waist-high for typical Indian men and tilted slightly, with what looked like the head end being lower than the feet. The main part of the table is long enough for my head and torso, and there are sections going out to the sides, that looked perfect for me to spread my legs wide and flat. That allowed the men to move up between my legs at the right height to fuck me, without the side sections getting in the way.
Just under the end of the table is a large, fine, porcelain cup in a holder, in the perfect position to catch any spent cum dripping from my pussy. It was immediately clear to Rick and me that I would be fucked on that table in the ritual.
The women who helped us change left as the priest and eight monks entered the room, and I was positioned on the table with my legs spread wide, as Rick was seated in a chair directly across from my wide-spread legs. The monks were staring with lust as the priest performed a ceremony in the Hindi language, before opening my robe, leaving me naked before all the men.
I felt very exposed with my milk-filled breasts sagging slightly to the sides, as my thick-lipped pussy glistened with my juices. The priest then removed his robe, and I saw that his thick, uncircumcised, ten-inch cock was already hard and leaking precum. He moved between legs and shoved his big cock into my pussy, as he leaned down to suck my breasts. It was easy to see that he was used to fucking, and quickly got into a rhythm that caused me almost continuous orgasms on his big cock.
After fucking me for five minutes or so, he motioned to one of the monks to approach the table. The monk took off his robe and pressed his soft cock to my mouth and I began to suck it. I would find out that all the monks have rather thick, uncircumcised cocks and big low-hanging balls, ranging in size from six to nine inches long on hard. The priest reached the point of ejaculation as I sucked the monk’s cock, and he spoke an incantation as I felt his cock throb, and then his cum flooding my womb.
The priest let his deflating cock soak in our juices for a few minutes, before pulling back and allowing the monk I had been sucking to fuck me, as another monk moved up to take his place; fucking me and sucking my breasts. That began a continuous round of sucking and fucking as each of the monks fucked me and inseminated my pussy, while sucking my breasts, as the drainage from my cunt filled the cup. The monks all ejaculated very quickly from fucking for the first time in probably years, and I felt that their cum loads were huge.
After the first round of fucking the priest and all eight of the monks, the priest took the cup from under my pussy, and stood in front of Rick. He held the cup high in his hands as he verbalized another chant, and then handed it to Rick. Without being told Rick knew what he was supposed to do, and he took the cup to his lips and slowly swallowed all its contents. He told me later that it seemed like almost a half-cup of cum, and he was aroused by the varying opalescent, swirly appearance, slimy texture, and somewhat bitter taste of that long-pent-up ejaculate.
Everyone except Rick was still naked, and they all surrounded the table as they began another round of fucking me. The men fondled my breasts and alternately pushed their cocks in my mouth, and I stroked them with my hands, as they shifted positions around the table. That was a great opportunity for me to swallow several of their cum loads, which were still above average even for their second ejaculations, and others that I was jerking off ejaculated onto my torso and tits.
After that round, Rick came to the table and licked their cum off my body, and we kissed soulfully as we shared that amazing experience. I stayed on the table the whole time, but after their second ejaculations, the men all had snacks and drinks, while milling around me and staring at my then-well-fucked pussy and big tits. They began another round of fucking and sucking my tits an hour later.
Following the third round, the ladies came back into the room and led me to what looked like an oversized spa, except that the water wasn’t bubbling. They washed me and then anointed my body with exotic oils and perfume, before leading me out of the temple where Rick was waiting. We hugged and kissed passionately until Balan pulled up in front to pick us up.
He seemed very happy when he said, “The priest called me when you were being cleansed by the ladies and said that he’s never seen a woman who was so eager to participate in that ceremony, gladly taking all of the cocks and cum that they could offer. He said you took eighteen loads in your pussy, three in your mouth, and six on your body, and you were still eager for more. I’ve got another temple arranged for you for tomorrow, if you’re still up for it.”
I was sitting in the front seat with Balan and reached over to rub his cock lump as I said, “Oh yes, Balan, I’m ready for more tomorrow, and I’ll take care of you tonight.”
We visited another temple on Sunday, and had a similar experience, except there were two priests and ten monks that I sucked and fucked. Rick had swallowed so much of that spicy, Indian cum, that he was getting an upset stomach, although he didn’t complain about it. He was just happy to share the experience with me.
The next leg of our vacation was a flight on Monday morning to Chennai, since we didn’t want to spend time on another long train ride, which would have been twenty-three hours by rail. We rented a car in Chennai and began our tour of some of the cashew and coconut plantations in the Southern part of India, we’d arranged to rent rooms in the various villages we visited. You could compare that to Airbnb rentals in the United States, except that the owners are living in their homes, and we were staying with them as guests.
We spent the next night in a village whose residents supported a large cashew plantation, and stayed with Chandar and his wife, Malai. They are a couple in their mid-forties with two children who had moved away from the village and were living and working in Chennai. They are a typical Indian couple, with Chandar being short and wiry, and Malai being somewhat overweight, and with big, juicy tits.
Our first night with them was uneventful, even though I caught both of them staring at my bulging breasts filing out the sari. We went to sleep early after a traditional dinner, since Rick had strenuous plans for the next day. He was going with Chandar to visit the cashew plantation processing areas, and I was staying home with Malai to learn some cooking techniques.
We had a good day together, and I thought it was strange that Malai was so obvious at admiring my fair skin and big breasts. As we sat down for lunch, she said, “It took Chandra a long time to go to sleep last night. All he could talk about is how beautiful you are, how much he wants to fuck you. We have had other American guests that he’s fucked, and that’s okay with me as long as I get to fuck the husband.”
“There’s just something about the way you’re dressed and a vibe that he picked up on, that makes him think that you would be willing to have sex with him. He loves fucking white women, and they usually love his big, black cock, so it works out well for everyone. I hope I’m not offending you, but would you be interested in fucking my husband?”
I took her hands in mine and answered, “Chandra is correct about the vibe he picked up from me. I’ve already been fucked almost sixty times on our trip to and in India, and I want as many thick, black, Indian cocks as I can get. I’d love to fuck Chandra tonight, all night if he wants, and I know that Rick would really enjoy fucking you.”
Malai was pleased with my answer, and I could hardly wait for Rick and Chandra to return that evening. I told Rick about my conversation with Malai when he returned, and that led to a night of fucking and sucking Chandra and Malia in their bed. They were amazed at how hungry Rick was to suck both of our pussies clean after we were fucked.
We stayed with them for two more days, visiting other plantations in the area, and fucking them each night. Then we left to visit other plantations farther west in India, and had similar experiences fucking the villagers we stayed with. It would be rather repetitive to describe all of the sex scenes with those well-hung Indian men and their wives, but Rick and I were exhausted when we returned to Chennai on Sunday evening.
I called Kadal, the man I fucked on the airplane on the first day of our trip, and let him know that we were ready to party on Monday afternoon and evening, before departing on our long flight back to Seattle at around noon on Tuesday. He was happy to hear from me, and he arranged for him and two of his friends to meet us in our hotel room mid-afternoon on Monday.
Those three men were almost insatiable, and we fucked and sucked into the early evening, before ordering room service for dinner. Then we fucked and sucked until late in the evening, when the men had to get home to their families. I was fucked four times by each of those men, before we parted company late on Monday evening.
It wasn’t until Rick and I had a chance to talk on the flight home that I realized that hadn’t had any signs of my period on our trip. We were quite certain that I had become impregnated, and that was confirmed by my doctor shortly after our return.
There’s little question that I will be having a dark-skinned baby, and we have nine months to think of a way to explain that to our family and friends.
