Anisha in Love Ch. 05

When Tushar first told Anisha of the plan, she thought it was a joke, but after a while she had to face the fact that he was telling the truth, that he was very serious indeed.

"That's right, Anisha," Nisha told her. "All of us in the club are rich and we can pay as much as we like when we want something special. Each couple tosses a thousand dollars in the pot."

"And all I have to do to pick it up is spend one weekend with each couple."

"That's right, dear," Tushar told her, "and one more weekend at an orgy you'll never forget. Six weekends in all."

"What will I be expected to do? I mean besides fucking?"

"Just about anything and everything, but chances are you'll be as anxious to do all those things as your hosts will be. It will be a post graduate course in sex and you should wind up with a Ph. D, status."

"There are no limits though?" she asked, a little nervously.

"Hell yes, far out ones. There will be no blood, no pain beyond spankings, unless you want it, no eating shit or anything like that. You'll find them wild but interesting."

"Tell me some of the things I may be expected to do. I'm more curious than afraid."

"Well, as for the basics, you'll suck pussys and cocks," Tushar told her. "Then too, they all enjoy the spanking games. At least one of the men, I won't tell you which one,--likes to ass fuck and tongue nice little arseholes."

"And one couple," Nisha took over, "--likes to play pee games."

"Pee games?" Anisha asked.

"That's right. They like to pee on each other and when he's in the mood, he--likes to drink pee right from the pussy, hot and salty. You won't be expected to drink it, but he will probably went to pee on you and she may too."

"Is it exciting?" Anisha wanted to know.

"Let's put is this way, dear," Nisha explained. "If you were just sitting, minding your business and some guy walked up to you, pulled his prick out and pissed all over you, it wouldn't be exciting. At least not to me it wouldn't. If, on the other hand, you've been playing and fucking and sucking and you want to experience more kicks, the pee games can be fun. You Nishar believe that when some naked man crouches under you and you piss right in his mouth, it's exciting and then some."

It was early in the evening of Anisha 's second visit to their home and they were relaxing after a light but tasty dinner. The maid had gone home and the three of them were looking forward to an evening of sex but were not rushing it, there was plenty of time and they enjoyed letting desire build gradually.

"Needless to say, I'll take the deal," Anisha told the couple, "but I feel a little guilty taking money from you. You've both been so good to me."

"We've been no Nishar to you than you have been to us, Anisha," Tushar told her. "I've got a ton of money now and the fucking stuff keeps falling on me like rain. If you pick up five thousand and invest it well, it could be the beginning of Nishar things for you. As you get to know our friends Nishar, there will be little gifts from time to time, the kind of gifts which can be folded and tucked into the seat of a woman's panties. I know you would never ask for money, but you should never turn it down either. One can be as bad as the other. Now, I think it's time to further your education a little, to prepare you for some of the games you'll play with out friends. First, I think you should get a little more practice at spanky-spank."

Anisha went to him, smiling, and held the hem of her dress high. He played with her thighs and round, firm bottom for a few minutes, then took her over his lap and spanked her hard enough to make her cry. She got off his lap, rubbing tingling buttocks, then went to Nisha who gave her a second helping and made her cry more loudly.

After that, the three went to the bedroom and stripped naked. While Tushar watched, sipping a drink, his wife and Anisha enjoyed a spirited romp on the bed which ended with the two of them locked in a writhing, end to end embrace, each sucking and lapping the pussy of the other until both climaxed.

"Come to me for another lesson now, Anisha," Tushar told her after the two women had rested for a minute.

Getting off the bed, she went to where he stood and, when he told her to, dropped to her knees.

"This little lesson will be all about cock sucking," Tushar told her as he rubbed her cheeks with both hands. "Anyone can suck a cock, but it can be refined to an art and that's what you must do. Nisha will teach you how. She's a magnificent cock sucker and if you do as she tell you, you will be too."

Kneeling beside the couple, Nisha showed the younger woman how to fondle, kiss and lick a hard penis so that it delighted her partner and drove him wild. She taught her how to suck and how to work the shaft in and out of her mouth, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.

"Even after you've been sucking him for a while," she went on, "you take it out of your mouth from time to time to let it cool off and make it last longer.

You kiss and lick it, you fondle and lick his balls, then put it back in your mouth and resume sucking. I've sucked a cock for more than a half hour before I made it go off. It was as big a thrill for me as it was for him."

Learning her lesson well, Anisha sucked Tushar's prong for a long time, with many pauses to delay ejaculation, then she heard him panting that he was going to let go.

"This is the crucial moment, darling," Nisha whispered, "be sure you don't lose one precious drop of his cream. Suck him dry and coat your throat with sweet semen."

The big organ began spurting into her mouth and after a moment of panic when she thought it would choke her, the kneeling beauty got the hang of it and sucked Tushar dry, making his knees bend as she sucked on, seeking more and more until he told her to stop.

"Our beautiful Anisha is a first class cock sucker already," Tushar told his wife with a tired groan as he walked, weak kneed to the bed and sat, looking tired, but very content. The following afternoon, Anisha sat trembling with excitement as she waited for the four men to arrive. She sensed that they were as anxious as she, telling herself that she was probably the most beautiful woman any of them had seen in years, if not ever, and wondering how she would feel when she was in Tushar's office with all of them, knowing that she would be partaking of sex with them and their wives before long.

It was Thursday afternoon and she would be visiting the first couple the next day after work. Her first meeting with a strange couple was just a little more than twenty-four hours away.

Tushar had gone to the outer reception area to greet his friends, and then, a couple of minutes before four, Anisha heard footsteps approaching, a lot of them, all the members of the exclusive sex club, she told herself and began trembling anew.

As they approached her desk, she saw the men giving her the eye, looking more than pleased at what they saw, then Tushar smiled and nodded his head and she followed the group into his private office and closed the door behind her, listening for the click of the automatic lock to ensure privacy. She had already alerted the office manager to the fact that Tushar was not to be disturbed.

She saw raw hunger in the eyes of the men as Tushar introduced her and she gave her hand to each, watching the way their eyes moved over the jutting front of her dress and lingered on the teasing bit of cleavage she showed. As each backed away, they admired the nylon thighs which showed so generously below the hem of her miniskirt which she had pulled higher just before their arrival.

Anisha had set up the small bar earlier and the men helped themselves to drinks. As they poured, Anisha smiled as she noted the trembling hands and knew that they were caused by her beauty and their erotic-thoughts involving her. She wondered how many of them had erections already, then observed some interesting bulges in the fronts of trousers as she went to the bar to get herself a drink.

As she approached it, she turned and let her behind brush across the front of one man. Her heart gave a little leap as she felt the stiff form of his tool and wondered how long it would be before she felt it in her pussy or mouth or, recalling some of the things Tushar had told her about the group, up her tight little arsehole.

"Now then, Anisha," Tushar said after she had taken a couple of sips of her drink, "suppose you have another sip or two while the gentlemen sit, then raise the hem of your skirt and display your lovely thighs."

Her hand was trembling as she raised the glass to her lips, she took a bigger sip, then put the glass down on the bar, licked her lips and gave them all a dazzling smile.

Anisha 's hands went to the hem of her skirt and she slowly raised it. Before it had gone up an inch, they saw the expanded tops of her sheer nylons and there were sighs and sounds of labored breathing.

The hem of her skirt continued to rise until they saw smooth, firm looking bare thighs above her nylons, then she continued the ascent of the garment until she decided her panties were almost in view. Holding the hem there, she turned slowly around, paused, then walked to the other end of the room and slowly back, confident and excited in her beauty, sensing what the sight of sheer nylons, perfectly formed thighs and contrasting black suspenders caressing white thighs was doing to them.

"Now, dear," Tushar said, his voice low, tone warm, "shall we let the gentlemen see the goodies you're hiding in your blouse?"

With a smile, her fingers trembling, she faced them and began unbuttoning her blouse. Tushar had told her how to do it most effectively and she remembered. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt so that it hung loosely. As she unbuttoned it from the top down, it fell partly open, but not enough for the men to see all they wanted to see.

Turning her back on them, she unbuttoned the cuffs, then removed the garment gracefully and dropped it onto Tushar's desk. Still she didn't turn to face them as she slowly raised her hands in front of her and the movement of her arms told the men she was fondling her breasts to arouse them even more.

"God, what a beautiful tease she is," she heard a man say.

"And what a beautiful hard-on I've got," another added and she heard nervous giggles.

Considering how experienced they were in swinging sex, it thrilled her that she could effect them that way, so she spent another few seconds fondling the cups of her low cut bra, then, her hands covering them as best they could, she slowly turned to face them, licked her lips, then took her hands away and listened, trembling, to the gasps and whispered comments of the panting men. Tushar, she saw, wore a proud smile as he winked at her, telling her without words how magnificently she was performing.

"And now, Anisha," your skirt," Tushar told her. "Let our friends have a look at the most beautiful ass in the world."

Turning her back to the men, Anisha took her time unfastening the waist of her short skirt, sliding the zipper down slowly with a sound that was loud and erotic in the quiet room as the men held their breath in strong anticipation of what they were going to see when she let the skirt go down.

She held the skirt in place as they held their breath, then pushed it down slowly, paused when the men could see the upper half of her buttocks and crack, then she pushed again and allowed the skirt to fall to the floor. She stood, posing, for a few seconds, then, her back still turned to the group, she bent and picked up the skirt, her lush behind straining the nylon of her panties.

"God, that's eatin' type ass," she heard one man say.

"That's ass fucking type ass," she heard another.

"I'd like to suck and fuck the little angel, then use that delicious ass for a pillow and dream sweet dreams."

With ass cheeks like that under your face, Moe," she heard another man comment, "they'd be wet dreams."

"My Christ," another observed aloud, "a ass that beautiful must poop pate defoi gras."

"You'll have your chance to find out," someone told him with a laugh, "and that will be one meal you can eat without a knife and fork."

Delighted by the comments, Anisha turned to face the men then. There was a radiant smile on her face but she doubted that any of them saw it, except Tushar, whose expression was another message of congratulation on her performance.

And then it was time for Anisha to remove her bra. She staged another virtuoso performance as she slowly unhooked it, held the cups over her breasts for a few seconds, then removed them one at a time and this time they seemed to groan in unison, a couple of them guilty of breaking the second commandment by taking the name of the Lord in vain while they thought of breaking a few more with her and performing other acts which Moses hadn't heard of when lie lugged the stone tablets down the mountain to establish the ground rules which were to haunt humankind for centuries.

Sighing, Anisha fondled her breasts lovingly, then used the tips of her fingers and thumbs to demonstrate how her sensitive nipples could harden and elongate.

"What a naughty little girl I am," she said with a sigh. "My little titty nipples have hard-ons." It wasn't a line Tushar had given her and he laughed along with the other men, proud of his girl.

When it was time for her to take her panties off, Anisha again turned her back to the men, bent a little from the waist and played with her buttocks with both hands, the tips of her fingers rubbing lightly, teasingly over the perfect orbs and sighed in real passion as the performance stimulated her as much as it did the men.

Anisha then began pushing her panties down, bent from the waist, her behind swaying slowly, with a gentle, suggestive rhythm rather than the exaggerated bumps and grinds of burlesque. There were more groans as she let the panties flutter to her feet and stood still slightly bent from the waist, but not bent so far that they were able to see the one feature which she still hid from them. She stepped out of her panties carefully, then turned to face them, her thighs pressed tightly together, white thighs and tummy contrasting with the raven black triangle of pubic hair.

Anisha allowed them to view her for a little while, then she moved her feet wide apart, jerked her hips with a little grunt, then stood hipshot and used the tips of her fingers to draw the shiny black hair higher and let them see the pink core of her femininity. After a few seconds, she used the tips of her fingers again and parted the tender lips to show them more as they sat trembling and panting with desire.

"Well, gentlemen," Tushar said proudly, shattering the charged silence of the room, "you've seen our Anisha. Do you agree with my estimation of her."

The men fell all over themselves assuring him that she was even more beautiful than they'd expected.

"Come on, Tushar," one of them said, "after a performance like that, can it be true that she's only been fucked three times?"

"That's the truth," Anisha replied, a little hurt that anyone would doubt her veracity. "My boy friend fucked me twice and Tushar fucked me once. Less than a month ago I was a virgin."

"God Christ," one man panted, "I believe her all the way, it's just my eyes I can't believe. All right. Tushar, we've seen it all and the deal is on, but first, what say you let us feel her to make sure it's all as firm as it looks'? "

"All right, gentlemen. One at a time and you have seconds each to give your hands the treat of a lifetime.

As the first man came to her, Anisha smiled and left her feet wide apart so that he would be able to feel all of her. His hands made a quick tour of breasts, thighs, buttocks and crotch, then he devoted the remainder of his time to fondling and squeezing more slowly until Tushar called time and the rest of the men took turns feeling Anisha 's lush body and thighs, each one longing for the day when she became his for a weekend, a thousand dollar one for Anisha who looked forward to the sex at least as much as she did to the money.

"And now gentlemen," Tushar said as he picked up her bra and picked up the five folded pieces of paper, dropping them into one of the big cups, "it's time for the draw. The man who draws number one will receive a visit from Anisha tomorrow evening and she'll stay until Sunday afternoon or evening. The man who draws number five will have to be very patient," he added with a wry grin.

The man began drawing and Anisha waited with pen and pad to write down the results.

"Harry, number four," Tushar called and she wrote it down, grinning at the sound of his muffled curse.

"Moe, number one," Tushar called then and Anisha was as delighted as he.

Of them all, Moe was her favorite on the basis of appearance. He had a central European look about him and a trace of accent which she thought could be Jewish. Whatever he was, he looked to her like a professor or a philosopher and she saw that his eyes were gentle as his hands had been when he had felt her up. She hoped this wife would be as interesting as she was sure he was going to be.

When only the final slip remained, Tushar didn't have to pick it up to see that he was number five since the first four numbers had been drawn. He laughed with them at the luck of the draw, not caring at all when he won the official weekend with Anisha since he could have her whenever he wanted.

"Well gentlemen," Tushar said with a shrug, "I guess that completes the ceremony."

"I guess it does," the man named Will said, "but I can't help looking at that beautiful mouth of Anisha 's and feeling this throbbing in my cock and balls. How about it?"

"Well now, Will," Tushar replied with a pensive look, "that wasn't a part of the deal. However, if Anisha goes along with it and you were to make an interesting offer, then I suppose something could be worked out. Knowing all of you as I do, I daresay each of you had a hundred dollars on him that he doesn't particularly need at the moment. Shall I pass the bra around?"

A little gasp of amazement broke from Anisha as the men reached for wallets and money clips in a hurry. As the bra was passed around, each man placed a folded bill into it and then Tushar put the bra down on his desk.

"Let's take it in reverse order," one of the men said. "Since you're number five, Tushar, you get the first blow job."

Taking his jacket off and tossing it over the back of his chair, Tushar stood in the center of the floor and Anisha dropped to her knees on the thick, soft carpet in front of him. As Nisha had taught her, she opened the top of his pants and pulled up his shirt and singlet, rolling them up so that his belly was bare.

After that, she pulled the zipper of his fly all the way down, then pulled pants and briefs down until they were close to his knees. His cock was hard as a pole and she handled it gently, kissing, licking and fondling it for a long time before she slipped the head into her mouth and bathed it with saliva.

She proceeded to give him a slow, loving blow job, pausing a few times to delay the termination of it, then, when he told her to, she took his tool in her mouth again and finished him, sucking him off and drinking a generous helping of his rich cream.

Tiredly, Tushar pulled his clothes up as the second man went to the kneeling beauty to have his cock sucked in her delightful style.

While Anisha worked on her generous clients, Tushar phoned his wife to tell her he would be late for dinner.

"I would have been on time," he explained, "but Anisha still has four more cocks to suck and the sweet way she does it takes time."

"I'll want to hear all about that later," Nisha said with a tinkling laugh. "You are bringing her home for dinner, aren't you?"

"Yes, dear," Tushar assured her, "but after drinking all this cream, I don't imagine she'll want to eat much, do you?"

Nisha was still laughing when he hung up the phone and poured himself a drink, then turned to watch Anisha blowing Harry, making his eyes pop and keeping him groaning with her special style of cock sucking, her hands gentle as they caressed his balls and buttocks.

He didn't last as long as Tushar had and then he was pumping his semen into her sucking mouth and rubbing her head with both hands as she drained him.

Anisha gave the next two men equally thrilling blow jobs, taking plenty of time about it and making them as weak kneed as she had Tushar and Harry, then it was Moe's turn and he bathed her in a beautiful smile as she went to work on the front of his pants and looked up warmly.

"Oh!" she gasped as his rampant penis leaped out at her. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen. It must be a foot long."

"Thank you very much for the compliment," he told her, but it's really less than nine inches. Still, it is a fact that not all men are blessed with that much," he said in a serious tone, then smiled at her again as she began to handle his penis lovingly.

As she sucked on the long weapon, Anisha hoped that the other men wouldn't notice that she was being especially loving about blowing the man whom she liked instinctively. She made it last a very long time and Moe seemed delighted with the arrangement, but then he reached the stage where he couldn't wait any longer and semen shot from his long tool with exciting pressure as Anisha greedily drank all he could give her.

Even when his organ hung limp and spent, it looked so long to her.

"Look at that joint, Anisha," one of the man called. "Now you know why we call him old horse cock."

"I think that's mean of you," she replied as she patted the well drained penis. "It's a very beautiful prick."

Later, as Tushar handed her the bra containing her money, Anisha thought he wore a strange expression. She found out why when she unfolded the third hundred dollar bill and saw that it contained three zeroes instead of two.

"Somebody made a mistake," she gasped.

"No, dear. That was Moe and he never makes mistakes."

"To think," she said with an excited sigh, "he was my favorite right from the start. Next to you, darling," she appended, then she dressed and Tushar took her home to play.

By prior arrangement, Moe picked Anisha up at her apartment promptly at seven. Before they left for his house, she kissed him passionately and thanked him for his generosity during their meeting at the office, but he shrugged off her thanks as though a thousand dollars was of no more valued than a box of chocolates.

"I have been blessed with good fortune." he told her as they went down on the elevator. "I am a very rich man, I have my health and I have a beautiful wife who loves me and I love her. A man who would not share such good fortune would be a fool."

Anisha was impressed by his philosophy, whether it was Judaic or Christian, but she couldn't help seeing a contrast between his almost spiritual attitude and manner, and the fact that they were on their way to swing with his wife for the weekend. She guessed her failure to understand more clearly that the two could be possible together had something to do with her Christian upbringing with its polarization of blacks and whites with nothing permissible between.

As Anisha got into the car, with Moe holding the door open for her, she allowed the hem of her dress to ride up. While he walked around the car to the driver's side, she raised it a little higher. When Moe sat behind the wheel, he smiled at her, put his right hand on the top of a sheer nylon and gave a gentle squeeze.

After that, he started the car and drove her to his home. While the car was in motion, he concentrated on driving. When they stopped for traffic lights, he took advantage of the pause to feel her thigh again. Anisha sat close enough to him to permit that with ease, but not so close that she would interfere with his driving.

When Moe wheeled the long car into the circular driveway, Anisha saw that the house looked as big and as impressive as Tushar's. It excited her to be traveling in a circle of such wealth after her middle class suburban upbringing.

Moe led her to the house, opened the front door and after they had entered, she heard a lock click, then the door was closed. Under other circumstances the sound of the lock behind her could have been ominous, but not with Moe as her companion.

"Hello, Anisha," a woman greeted her warmly, "I've been so anxious to meet you."

As the woman approached her, Anisha saw that she was tall, probably six feet, and built proportionately, big but not fat, with boldly jutting breasts which Anisha guessed would be firm even without a bra. like the rest of her, her legs were big, but beautifully shaped and she walked with an almost regal dignity. Despite her clear, youthful looking skin, Anisha guessed the woman, Deepak, was in her mid forties, but beautifully preserved.

"Mmmmm, what a beauty you are, Anisha," Deepak said as she reached her, took her in her arms and they kissed passionately. Before the kiss ended, Anisha 's firm buttocks had been rubbed and squeezed through her dress and panties and a tongue had visited her mouth to play an exciting little game with her. Doing a little exploring of her own, Anisha discovered that Deepak, despite her size, was not wearing a girdle.

They adjourned to the living room where Moe went to get drinks for them. The women sat opposite each other, legs crossed, each showing smooth thighs to the other. When Moe returned with the drinks, he sat on the couch beside his wife and all three chatted.

The conversation quickly became sexual in nature and Anisha guessed it would not be long before action replaced conversation. Instinct told her that Deepak was going to be a thrilling playmate, as would Moe, and her weekend would be one of continuing pleasure.

"Before we start, dear," Deepak told her, "there are a few things you should know. My husband is a wonderful man, he's all man, strong in the important matters, not just a gymnasium cowboy. I respect him more than I've ever respected any other man. Early in our relationship, he saw that there were times when I enjoyed being a very dominant woman. Out of his love for me, he agreed to try playing the subservient role for me when I was in the mood. Between such games, he is the ruler of the house, but when we play our special game, I am cruelly dominant and he is completely submissive Can you understand that?"

"I think so, Deepak. I've never taken part in such games, but it sounds like fun and I know your husband is a real man. I could see that the moment I met him."

"Fine, Anisha. In a few minutes, we'll play the game and Moe will be my slave. I'm not sure yet which role I'll have you play. Tomorrow, things will revert to normal and we'll all romp as equal partners and the whole tone will be different, but no less exciting for all of us. I understand you've sucked Moe's prick, so you know how big it is. He really knows how to use it too, as you'll find out."

To Anisha 's surprise, the woman announced that she was going to leave them alone for a while and told them to have fun until she returned. how much time will we have to play?" Anisha asked as she hurried to join the man on the couch.

"You can never be sure with Deepak, but I'd guess ten or fifteen minutes," he told her, not telling her that his wife would be watching from the darkened dining room through a crack in the folding doors and that when she was ready, she would burst into the room and punish them for what she caught them doing.

He took Anisha in his arms and they shared many passionate kisses. While they kissed, they played, their hands busy, the hem of Anisha 's dress riding up above her hips as Moe fondled her bottom and rubbed a hand warmly in her crotch.

Moe paused in their play to take her dress off, then opened his fly to let his massive organ out to ease the strain of confined erection. Anisha reached for it and was delighted to find that she could hold it comfortably in two hands, very comfortable for both of them.

Drawing her across his body, he quickly unhooked her bra and removed it. His hands ministered to her breasts, then he was lying on his back with one lush gourd stuffed into his mouth so that he could suck it while he fondled her silken buttocks, a hand pushed into her panties to stroke and squeeze the silken rounds he found there.

After a little while, he moved her a little so that she could feed her other breast into his mouth while his hand stayed in her clinging panties, exploring there and making her squirm with constantly growing arousal as she wondered how long they would be allowed to play and what would happen after that.

She felt a little sad when he turned his face away, releasing her breast, but then she felt his hands tugging her panties down and forgot all about being sad. As Moe stripped her panties down, she raised her body to assist him and then he was pulling them off her feet and she was naked except for her garter belt, nylons and shoes.

His arms wrapped strongly around her, his face warm and exciting on her tummy, then it was moving lower until he was nuzzling in her cluster of black pubic hair and she felt the warmth of his moist breath.

Moe moved again, his hands touched her thighs and they parted wide for him.

"You're so beautiful, Anisha," he said with a sigh. "I can't stand to look at so much beauty, so I'm going to hide my face. I'm going to hide it in your lovely crotch."

Her reply was a moan of passion and then his face was buried in her crotch and her thighs rubbed his cheeks while she listened to the muffled sounds far down her hot, writhing body. His hands held her well fleshed hips, rubbing gently, then his mouth went into action as he began sucking the soft warmth of her tender pussy.

Moe sucked as beautifully as she knew he would and Anisha hoped fervently that the woman would not disturb them, not until his mouth provided the orgasm she so wanted.

Her chances began to look much Nishar when Moe's tongue penetrated her slit, licked hungrily, then went to her clitoris and began lapping it with a delicious touch, one which told her that climax was not far away.

He lapped her as well as she had ever been lapped, while his hands rubbed lovingly over her hips, belly and breasts, and then she tensed and poised on the very brink of explosion. His skilled tongue curled slowly around her clitoris and then climax swept over her, a thrillingly strong one which went on and on as the man took his tongue off her sensitized passion bud but his face stayed locked in her crotch as her thighs rubbed it while her legs scissored high above them.

"So this is what you do the minute I leave you alone with our innocent daughter," Deepak's voice shattered the mood and they looked up to see her standing beside the couch.

Her body still glowing from the delicious orgasm, Anisha sat up and stared at the beautiful, commanding woman. She wore black bra and panties, a garter belt and sheer, black nylons which caressed firm, white thighs, so firm that the tops of her nylons made almost no indentation in her flesh. Black suspenders were taut against her white skin, emphasizing the whiteness of it. In her right hand she carried a black riding crop which she tapped against the knee length boots which caressed her legs so tightly that Anisha wondered how she had managed to get them on until she saw the zipper on the inside of one.

"I... I'm sorry, dear," Moe stammered, "I only meant to kiss her, but she's so beautiful I couldn't stop. I forgot she was my daughter, especially after I saw her beautiful big tits and her sweet ass. Once I opened her legs and saw her sweet little cunny, I just lost control and had to suck and lick it and make her come."

"Your story fails to impress me, you lowly beast. You will be punished and punished severely for lapping your daughter's pussy. As for you, young lady," she went on, turning to Anisha, "I didn't see you doing much protesting. What have you to say for yourself?'

"N... nothing I guess, Mummy. It was nice kissing Daddy, and then he was feeling me all over and making me so excited. Once I saw that huge prick of his, all hard and throbbing in my hand, I didn't want to stop. I guess if you hadn't caught us, I'd have wanted him to stick it' in my little pussy and give me a fuck. You know, the way he fucks you."

"What do you know about the way your father fucks me?" Deepak demanded, slapping the calf of her boot with the riding crop.

"Well," Anisha replied, her mind racing for the right answer to contribute to the exciting mood the woman was weaving, "sometimes before the two of you go to bed, if tt looks like you're both getting hot and horny, I sneak into your closet and watch while the two of you undress and play with each other and then fuck. I especially love to watch Daddy sucking your pussy. You both look so exciting then, and then when he sticks that big long prick in your pussy and fucks, I get so horny I take my panties down and finger me little cunny until I have a come."

"So that's the way it is. Well young lady, I can see that more than one butt will be punished tonight Now get up, the two of you and march to my bedroom."

They obeyed at once, Anisha 's big breasts bobbing, then the woman flicked the riding crop and it kissed Anisha 's left buttock with a sting which drew a yelp from her and told her that a beating with the crop would be a painful experience.

Anisha could feel the woman's eyes on her bottom as she walked up the stairs behind moe, and could feel the continuing sting which the leather tip of the crop had imparted to her cheek. She wondered if she would be able to stand a real beating with it, then thought of the prize which awaited her, five thousand dollars. For that, she vowed silently, she would endure a lot of pain.

As they reached the bedroom, Moe was ordered to strip naked and he did so, pleading with his wife not to punish him too severely and promising he would not do such a thing again. The eyes of the woman flashed as she rejected his pleas and told of how he would be soundly punished. And then he was standing naked and rubbing his buttocks with both hands as though he was already feeling the sting of her riding crop on naked buttocks.

"Look at you, you shameless creature," she went on, tapping his rampant penis with the riding crop. "You pretend to be sorry for your actions, you liar, yet I see how stiff your prick is and I know how you would love to stretch your daughter's little pussy with it. You will be well punished for your lying and for lusting after the body of this innocent child."

The speech and the tone in which it was delivered was exciting to the supposedly innocent Anisha who looked anything but innocent as she slipped a hand into her hot crotch and rubbed it slowly over her soft vulva as passion flared hotly through her.

"Why you sexy little bitch," the woman snapped as she observed what Anisha was doing. "How dare you play with your pussy so flagrantly in the presence of your own father. Just for that, you will be punished first."

Dropping the riding crop to the floor, she grabbed the protesting young woman by the arm and led her to an armless chair beside the bed. Seconds later, Anisha lay across the big, firm, smooth thighs of the woman, tears spilling as the big hand spanked her naked posterior.

Deepak made it a slow spanking, each stinging slap followed by a squeeze of the firm cheek before the hand rose to slap down on the other side of her deep crack, then squeeze again. Anisha sobbed through the early part of the spanking, then the slapping hand turned sobbing to crying.

After that, the woman spanked more rapidly and stopped squeezing the silken globes, concentrating on smacking brighter color and fiery heat into them. The more loudly Anisha cried, the harder the woman seemed to spank, until, catching her husband's frown, Deepak looked down at the rosy red bottom of the young woman and told herself that Anisha had taken enough for the time being.

The spanking finished, she stood Anisha on her feet and watched, her big breasts rising and falling in her labored breathing as Anisha used both hands to rub at the tingling in her outraged nether cheeks, the motion keeping her breasts swaying enticingly as both man and woman stared intently at the sobbing, naked beauty and thought their erotic thoughts of all that was to come.

But the next thing to come was Moe's punishment as Deepak made very clear by picking up the riding crop and calling the man to her. He approached her, his strong erection twitching as he looked at the cold anger that shone in her eyes, a look which always thrilled him so, no matter how often he saw it or how often she slashed his behind with her riding crop, making his scream and plead for mercy through the excruciating pleasure pain he had come to enjoy and, from time to time, to need.

This time though, Deepak added a new twist to an old game as she had Anisha kneel on all fours on the bed with her naked, red behind arched not far from the foot of the brass bed.

"Now you filthy scum," Deepak snapped at her husband, "While I lace your butt with my riding crop, I'm going to keep reminding you that it was the lure of your daughter's beautiful body which brought you to this punishment. Bend over the foot of the bed and press your mouth between the cheeks of her red ass. The redness of her cheeks will be a reminder that you caused her to be punished. While you are being beaten, your tears will run down her crack."

Moe moved into position, but it wasn't quite right, so Deepak had Anisha put her head down on the bed and raise her behind a little higher. That did it and the sobbing, trembling man was able to press his lips to Anisha 's anus and hold her thighs for support. Turning her head to the left, Anisha was delighted to see that she could watch the action reflected in the big mirror there.

As he waited for the beating to commence, Moe used a very exciting tongue on the pink ring to delight Anisha as she tried to keep her bottom from swaying as it wanted to do. She heard a quick intake of breath, then watched the riding crop swish and sting the man's arched behind. For a long time, it kept doing so as Deepak's harsh breathing blended with the sound of leather on naked skin and the equally exciting sound of Moe's crying. As Deepak had predicted, Moe's tears did find the crack between her tingling buttocks the most convenient route of escape as lie kept his face pressed against her and they were soon trickling through the warm valley and down into her crotch where they did nothing to cool her off as the woman kept swishing her riding crop across the naked behind of her husband until his throat became raw from crying.

As she dropped her riding crop, Deepak quickly pushed her panties down and pressed her belly against her husband's blazing hot behind, savoring the heat while Moe continued to cry with his face pressed between Anisha 's warm, tingling nether cheeks, hot tears still trickling down her crack.

"I hope neither of you are foolish enough to think I've finished with you," Deepak announced as she went on rubbing her tummy against the hot cheeks, then riding them in a way which made obvious what she would do if she had a penis.

Releasing her grip on his hips then, she gave him a stinging smack on one cheek, then pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, kicking them away, then she unhooked her bra and tossed it toward a chair.

The breasts which had looked so exciting in her bra, sagged a little, Anisha noticed, but were still quite attractive and must have been a lot more so when the woman was younger, Anisha thought. As she walked around the bed, Deepak had a hand on her vulva and it kept moving gently. As Anisha sat watching, she thought of the heat the woman must be generating there and hoped she would get to test it with her mouth and tongue while it was still hot.

As she lay on the bed and opened her legs wide, the woman showed a hairy crotch but the big lips were pink and exciting, soft things to be kissed and licked and sucked, Anisha thought.

"All right, you horny little bitch," Deepak told Anisha, "get down on me and suck my pussy until I tell you to stop. As for you," she added, looking at her husband, get over here and suck and play with my tits while our daughter laps my pussy. Hurry unless you'd like to feel my riding crop on your butt again."

Deepak's knees were bent up so that as she hurried her face into the warm crotch of the woman, Anisha was able to wrap her arms around firm thighs. There was a healthy aroma of musk in Deepak's crotch and Anisha took a deep breath of it, then pressed her mouth over the warm, soft pussy and began sucking. As she did, Moe worked on his wife's big breasts with his hands and his mouth and between woman and man, they soon had Deepak moaning and sighing, her body perspiring as it writhed on the bed.

Anisha 's talented tongue soon brought the woman to climax and then her big behind was bouncing up and down on the bed while Moe continued to suck and fondle her massive breasts until she cried out for the two of them to stop.

But Deepak wasn't finished and it was not long before positions were reversed and Anisha was fondling and sucking the big breasts of the woman while Moe sucked greedily in her crotch until she howled in orgasm once more, then sat up and announced that she had to go to the bathroom and that they were both to accompany her.

As Deepak sat her big buttocks on the toilet, Anisha and Moe stood before her wondering what was going to happen next. They found out after she finished defecating and a look of excitement returned ot her face.

"The two of you will take turns wiping my butt," she informed them. "You first, Moe and you had both Nishar be very careful to do a good job with the tissue or you may have to do it with your tongues.

Tearing off a strip of paper, Moe crouched beside his wife as she raised her bottom from the seat and carefully wiped her crack. After he dropped the paper into the bowl, Anisha went to the woman and took her turn. After that, they both wiped the woman again and then she had them kneel behind her as she stood, bent from the waist, to part her big buttocks and ensure that her crack was really clean.

"Well, that was a lot of fun," Deepak announced with a smile, indicating that the punishment section of the weekend was over. "Let's go get some drinks now that we're all friends again."

Naked, they hurried to the bar and poured drinks. Both Anisha and" Moe commented on how good the leather of the bar stools felt on their bottoms which still tingled from the beatings they had received.

"I must have seemed like a pretty cruel bitch," Deepak said with a grin, "but there are times when it's the only way I can get the really big kicks I enjoy."

"You were terribly exciting, Deepak," Anisha assured her. "I'll look forward to playing the game with you again. Gee, the way you had us wipe your butt and then check your crack was really something. I've never done anything like that before."

"You'll experience a lot of new things as you meet the rest of our group, dear," Deepak told her. "I hope you'll enjoy them all. If you do, you'll qualify as a real swinger."

"I have a hunch I'm going to enjoy it all because I want to. Speaking of wanting, poor Moe must want to get rid of that beautiful big bone."

"Not permanently, I hope," Deepak gasped with a look of horror.

"I don't know about my cock," Moe said, "but I have a great fear that my balls will explode if I don't blast some of the pressure off pretty soon."

"That would be a tragedy, darling," his wife replied with feeling. "Tell you what, I'll lubricate this little angel's pussy for you, then you can bury your bone in that tight little pussy of hers. How does that sound, darling?"

"like it's Christmas and your both Santa Claus."

"Oh no," Anisha protested, "you're Santa Claus with a lovely big toy for me, a toy called a magic giant fucker."

Anisha would have gotten out of the comfortable chair in which she was sitting, but Deepak stopped her.

"The chair will do just fine, darling" Deepak said as she got up and went to her. "Just sit on the edge with your legs open and lean back. I'll do all the rest."

Anisha obeyed eagerly, then Deepak was on her knees, one hand on a silken thigh, the other rubbing her warm, receptive vulva. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Moe went to stand behind the chair and, reaching over the back of it, he busied his hands with Anisha 's spectacular breasts. Her nipples responded almost instantly and his loving touch added immensely to the thrill of having her pussy lapped by a woman who knew her business and enjoyed performing it. The combined efforts of husband and wife brought Anisha to a magnificently strong orgasm.

"Shall I lie on the couch for you now, Moe?" Anisha asked when the delicious orgasm finally passed.

"You could and it would be great," he told her, "but it would be even greater to take you dog-style."

"Then that's the way we'll do it. Would you like to color up my ass cheeks a little first so they'd be warmer against your belly while you're fucking me?"

"What an angel you are, Anisha. I've been dying to spank that beautiful ass from the first moment I saw it."

Moe hurried to sit on the armless chair and Anisha went to him, rubbed buttocks which were still a little warm from the previous spanking, then she lay across his strong thighs and he gave her a brisk spanking, coloring her lush rounds and making them tingle so strongly that she knew the tingle would continue all through their fuck.

When she got off his lap, Anisha quickly dropped to her hands and knees on the thick carpet, her knees wide apart to open the rear approach to her churning vagina. Before Moe could mount her glowing red bottom, his wife crouched behind her, held her hips with both hands and lovingly kissed her tingling rounds, then licked a hot crack between, her tongue teasing the little hole for a few seconds, then she got up.

While Moe got into position behind Anisha, Deepak hurried around her, lay on her back and worked her way back until her face was directly under the lush breasts which dangled in pendulous beauty.

"There now, baby," she said and licked her lips, "while my husband rides your beautiful ass, I'll play with these luscious tits and suck them for you. There can't be another pair as beautiful in the whole world."

Deepak stopped talking then as she filled her mouth with silken breast and played with another. Just then, Moe's probing tool found her slit and began pushing up, stretching and delighting Anisha as she felt it penetrate farther than anything ever had. She thought it was not ever going to stop and then she groaned as she felt the long cock stretch her uterus and knew that when he shot his juice into her, it would splash right into her womb.

"Oh God," she groaned, trembling as Moe drew her buttocks back against his belly as he buried the strong, king-sized tool in her while his wife sucked and fondled her breasts, "there really is a heaven and I'm in it."

"I'll try to make it a little more heavenly, Anisha," Moe told her as he pressed hard against her silken, tingling nether cheeks, "here we go now," he added as he drew his long tool slowly back, then began a delightfully slow ride of her lovely ass with more than eight inches of stiff, throbbing penis as his wife continued to play her games with the big, firm breasts.

As great a sex partner as Tushar was, he had never given her such a delightfully slow, exciting fucking, she decided, a fuck so slow and thrilling that Anisha climaxed quickly and strongly. While she was jerking and trembling through it, Moe held her tightly against him and loved the feel of her hot, silken buttocks rubbing against him.

He waited until she finished the orgasm, then his style changed and he rode her magnificent ass with the strength and speed of a stallion.

"Oh yes... yes... yes," Anisha panted, "ride my butt just like that. Oh Moe, I've never been fucked so well... pour it to me, lover."

Words were still pouring from her when his strong hands pulled her back against him and held her there as he twitched and jerked against her bottom while he shot spurt after strong spurt of semen so deeply into her that she expected to feel it in her throat. When she didn't, she wasn't disappointed as her entire being glowed.

The three romped through a wildly exciting weekend with lots of spanking, sucking and fucking, and when a very tired Anisha prepared to leave, Moe had her hold her dress above her waist and tucked a rolled bill into the valley between buttocks still pink from a final spanking.

When she returned to her apartment, she found what she expected, a one thousand dollar bill, just a little bonus, as Moe had called it.