RIZ PART V: Riz banged in the farmhouse.
At 6 AM, my mobile phone woke me up. I always put it on vibration mode so as not to disturb my husband. I cursed. Who could be calling so early in the morning?
Yesterday, I had a hectic fucking schedule with 5 cocks, and I was dead tired. I had to rush back from the sex party before my hubby reached home. I didn’t even have time to wash the cum from all my holes. Had my hubby kissed me, he would have known that my mouth tasted of cum.
But I knew he would not kiss me; his theory was that a wife should be fucked once in a blue moon, and he didn’t like touching or kissing outside the bedroom.
I got up groggily and stumbled into the kitchen, yawning. I switched on the light and answered.
It was Wasim, my neighbor college student, who fucks me regularly when my hubby is away or even when he is at home, sometimes. Terraces of our houses are so close that even I can jump over the parapet walls. He quietly jumps over, fucks me, and goes back. His parents think he is studying hard in the penthouse room.
I hissed into the phone,” Wasim, is it time to call? You know my hubby is there.”
Wasim said, “ Riz bhabhi, darling, I would not have called unless there is a reason. Come on to the terrace.”
I quietly checked, and Hubby was sleeping soundly. I went up on the terrace. It was not yet daybreak, and faint light was lighting up the sky in the east. There was a slight drizzle, and the fresh air felt wonderful.
As soon as I bolted the terrace door, Wasim hugged me from behind and poked his cock in my buttocks and whispered in my ear, “Happy Valentine’s day.”
I smiled, turned, and kissed him, “Wish you also the same, but what happened to your girlfriend?” I asked him.
He grinned, “ She broke up with me, Bhabhi. Will you be my Valentine ?”
I hugged and kissed him.” Of course, darling, anything for you. It will be my pleasure.”
He grabbed my boobs and asked, “ Come, Bhabhi, let us start our Valentine ‘s day with a great fuck.”
I laughed, “What do you think I am? A machine? You press a switch and keep on fucking? Yesterday, you and your cousins and friends fucked me nonstop from morning to evening. I had no energy to wash cum from my cunt and ass. They must be smelling awful,” I told him angrily.
He kept squeezing my tits and pinching my nipples, kissed me, and pleaded. “I know, Riz bhabhi, but I know you can never resist to fuck a stiff cock.” He took my hand, shoved it in his shorts, and cupped it around his throbbing cock.
He is right. My cunt immediately poured out and was ready for fucking. We went behind the water tank. There is a huge tree that shields us from the next buildings. We also arranged a cot for our fucking.
We kept on kissing and licking each other’s tongues for almost 15-20 minutes, and then we separated. He removed his shirt, and I removed my dupatta. Again, we started kissing. I started rubbing his cock over his shorts. In the next 10 minutes, he removed my kurta and opened the string of my pyjama. I pulled down his shorts and took out his cock from his boxer. Now we love birds were totally lost to the present world and transported to our own world of love, sex, and passion. Soon, we removed all our clothes and were in birthing suits. Now he moved down to my cunt.
It was already pouring water like from a tap. He started licking my cunt and fucking me with his tongue. I was getting mad and kept my head down on the pillow. Soon, the pleasure was uncontrollable. I started pushing his head in between my legs. I wanted to give full access to his tongue in my cunt. He was nicely tongue fucking my cunt. After about 10 more minutes, I reached climax and released my first Valentine’s Day juice. He licked it neatly and also gave me some to taste from his tongue.
Now it was my turn to lick and suck his thick banana. I started licking his dick from the top and from that hole which releases the most tasty and pleasurable liquid of life. It took me 10 minutes to make him extremely hot. He removed his cock from my mouth and entered my love hole in missionary position and fucked me in full rhythm. He fucked me for about 20 minutes by changing positions, from missionary to doggie, and then I sat on his dick and rode him like a cowgirl. After another 20 minutes, he took out his cock and released his cum in my mouth. Now I got my Valentine's welcome drink, kept a little in my mouth to give him back, rest I swallowed.
I kissed him and was about to leave when he asked,” Your hubby is leaving again? Can you be my Valentine for neat few days?”
I thought over “Sure. But I won’t come if you share me with other cunts.”
He laughed, “No, no. This will be special. Valentine’s Day gift to my darling Riz Bhabhi.”
I said I would be ready by 10 o’clock.
When I climbed down the stairs and entered the hall, I was stunned to see my hubby. I didn’t realize we were fucking so long.
“Where were you? You know I have to catch a flight today, I have to get ready,” he said angrily.
“Sorry, darling. I went on the terrace. It was drizzling, and it was so beautiful.” I told him, wondering if my flushed-up face would give my secret away.
“Give me tea and breakfast, fast,” he said curtly and went to the bathroom.
I hugged him from behind and cooed in his ear, “Happy Valentine’s Day, darling.”
He moved away angrily, and I thought he would slap me.
He said in an irritated tone, “Don’t behave like a slut. Valentine’s Day is not in our culture. Why did you go on the terrace wearing that flimsy dress when it is drizzling, it has become wet everywhere?” he was pointing to my tits and ass.
I went in, changed over into a salwaar kameez, prepared breakfast for him, packed his suitcase, and our driver, Khadir, dropped him at the airport. Khadir looked longingly at me. He did not fuck me for over 10 days. I smiled at him and signaled to be patient.
Five minutes after my hubby left, the buzzer chimed.
I opened the door. It was Hari Singh, our milkman.
“He is not there?” he asked, while measuring Milk and pouring in container.
‘No,” I said, and he caught the container, encircling my fingers.
“Then can we fuck? Please,” he asked me.
The problem with him is that he is drop-dead gorgeous, tall, well-built, rugged, handsome, and sexy in a way that only rough villagers can be. He fucks many ladies; I am just one more cunt to him. One week back, when I asked him to fuck me, he said he was tired as he had already fucked 3 ladies.
I shot an angry look at him. “Why do you want my cunt? Go and fuck those ladies,” I retorted.
He pleaded, “ Memsaheb, you know I am crazy about you, even when I am fucking others, I keep thinking about your boobs and the big areola and stiff nipples. On that day when you asked me, the lady in the next street had guests, her sister, mother, and her husband’s sister. She wanted me to fuck all of them. They did not leave me until not a drop of sperm was left. So, don’t be angry, memsahib.”
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