After her divorce and living on her own, Ani, me, and my two friends got together for cum sessions many times. I couldn’t believe such an unselfish, dirty, sweet-slut existed! I had to marry her for sure.
A month into our married life, Ani got the itch to taste and smell some new cocks and asked me if I was ok with it. Man, that’s what I wanted her to do! I asked her how long she has wanted to do this, and she told me she has been sexually active with men from her hometown neighbourhood since she was about thirteen years old, and that she has always enjoyed the musky scent and sweat of different men. She specially loves to pull back the skin of an uncut cock and lick its thick wetness, watch pre-cum leak out, and suck and lick a man’s balls and crotch.
She never did it with any kids her own age at school, but always with working, older men: teachers, her uncles, dad’s friends, shop owners, office workers, security guards or staff at restaurants and malls, etc.. She said they were more discreet than school boys, and hornier and dirtier. And had juicier cocks ready to cum and piss. She felt safe in their presence and liked how they adored her when treating her like their little cum-slut. Two or three men would take her for a walk in a field and empty their bladders in her several times a week. She still makes me cum describing her childhood sluttiness:
She would kneel behind a tree with her skirt up and blouse open, the men standing around her with their pants down, and she would take turns between their legs smelling, licking and kissing their hard cocks. Different hands would squeeze and caress her tits as she nuzzled her nose deep in a crotch.
She told me the heavy breathing and grunts coming out from the men turned her on, and she would squeeze their spongy cocks to hear them grunt even more. (Laying next to her, my own breathing gets heavy hearing her sweet memories, and she giggles and gives my cock a gentle squeeze.)
“Saali choti si hai, par bahut meethi hai. Dekho kaise mazey mein chat rahi mera lund. Iske baap ko pata chala, to meri dosti to khatam. Chat rand, chat.” said Mr. Sharma, her dad’s friend.
English: “She’s young, but she’s so sweet. Look how happily she’s sucking my cock. If her dad finds out, my friendship with him is over. Suck it little whore, suck it.”
Anika just moaned, looked him in the eye and smelled his pisser, and said, “Aap to mere papa hein hain. Aap jab bhi chahain meri maar sakte hain.” English: “You are like my daddy. You can fuck your daughter whenever you want to.” Bittu, the guard, grabbed her by the hair, turned her head towards his cock, stuck it in her mouth, and said, “Chup kar kutti, school vapis jana hai tujhe jaldi. Zara is ko bhi chakh kar bata kaisa hai.” English: “Hush little Cunt; you have to get back to school soon. Just swallow my piss and cum too and tell me how it is.”
Mr. Sharma laughed as Anika got pulled away to be skull-fucked by Bittu’s filthy, uncut, lund (cock). Anika squeezed Sharma’s cock as he shot load after load of thick cum in her hair. She pulled Sharma’s squirting cock towards her to catch his cum, and put it in her mouth along with Bittu’s cock.
“Saali puri kutiya hai tu” “You're a complete fucking bitch” someone said. Ani grunted and kept shoving their cocks deeper in her mouth, and replied, “Haan, hoon to. Papa ko kuch mat batana, thik? Mein to bas isi tarah ki hoon. Choti hoon par lund ki diwani hoon. Kutton ki kutiya hoon.” “Yeah, I am. Don't tell Dad anything, okay? That's just the way I am. I'm young, but I'm crazy about cock. I'm a little whore for dirty old dogs.”
“Tu saali randi hai, Anika. School mein time waste kar rahi apna. Paise kama our sab ko kush rakh. Mein tere ko bahut lund dila sakta hoon. Bol?” “Nahi Sharma-ji. Mujhe sirif kutiya-pana acha lagta hai. Paisa to papa ke pas hai mere liye. Meri, aur aap sab ki kushi to muft hai bilkul. Besides, I really enjoy my studies. Par hain, aap aur lund laiye mere liye.” “You’re just a fucking whore, Anika. You’re wasting your time in school. Earn some money and keep everyone happy. I can get you plenty of cocks. What do you say?” “No, Sharma-ji. I only enjoy playing the bitch. My dad has money for me. My happiness—and everyone else’s—comes absolutely free... But yeah, find more cocks for me.”
“Zaroor. Chal abhi tu Bittu ko katham kar, mein zara moot loon.”“Ek minute Sharma-ji. Aap mujh par mootiye, aur mujhe aur mere baalon ko saaf kariye. Bittu ko to do minute mein jhare doongi.” “Sure. Go ahead and finish off Bittu now; let me just take a leak.” “Just a minute, Sharma-ji. Pee on me, and clean my face and hair up. I’ll make Bittu cum in two minutes flat.”
(Ani said that’s when she got the first taste of piss. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue in my piss hole as I ran my fingers through her hair. She was a typical dirty little neighbourhood slut. And now, at 35 years old, she is my little sweet cunt.)
Anika wanted to finish Bittu and taste his cum and piss, and get back to school. She got on her hands and knees and stuck her face under Bittu’s balls as Sharma stood behind her running his hands on her ass, and through her pubic hair around her cunt, encouraging her. Then the old man shoved his cock in Ani’s little fuck-hole and fucked her hard like a dog. Bittu grunted like an animal as Ani flicked her tongue near his shitter. The aroma of sweat from his ass was overwhelming, and Anika stuck her middle finger in her own asshole. Mr. Sharma softly told her to take her time and enjoy Bittu. He shot his piss and cum in her cunt, pulled out squirted on her back, then knelt behind her and smelled her dirty, sweaty, sweet dripping pussy. Ani turned her head to look at the old man licking her and moaned.
“Kaisi lagi apni beti ki choot? Agar aur mootna hai to moot lo ab mujh par papa-ji.” “How do you like fucking and smelling your daughter’s cunt daddy? If you want to piss more, go ahead and piss on me.” Sharma stood up and took a leak on her naked back. When the warm stream hit her, Anika looked back into his eyes and smiled as he moaned and pissed. Like a bitch, she turned around, stuck her tongue in his stream, and started drinking from Sharma’s cock. Ani took his pisser in her mouth and let him finish. Sharma gently held her face in both his hands as he pissed. She sucked every drop of his hot yellow piss, stood up and hugged him, and gave him a long loving kiss, and Sharma licked his own piss off Ani's pink lips.
(Anika told me how much lust she felt for that old man, and his pungent body smell still brings back memories when she drinks piss today. At that moment, I held her face and put my cock in her mouth and gently started to piss in it. She just lay between my legs with her eyes closed, and drank… and moaned like a sweet little cunt. She was lost in thought of Sharma’s memory. Ani is so sweet and I want to please every lust of hers.)
Bittu saw this love of lust between Sharma and Anika. He went to her and, as she was kissing Sharma, stuck his face between her ass and smelled and licked her tight, puckered, brown shit-hole. Ani spread her legs wide apart and held onto Sharma. She buried her face in Sharma’s armpit and smelled and licked his sweat. Grunts and moans escaped her as Bittu stuck his tongue up her shitter. Sharma kissed Anika and said, “Koi baat nahi, beti. Tu kutiya hai hamari. Tere liye aur lund dhoond kar laonga mein. Tujhe kutiya banne ka shok hai, na? Is umar mein sikh, aur jab badi hogi to har gali ka kutta apna lund tere samne laiga.” “It’s alright, little girl. You’re our sweet bitch. I’ll find more cocks for you. You have a craving to be a fuck-hole, don't you? Learn now while you're young; then when you grow up, every young and old dog in the street will feed you his cock.”
“Thank you Sharma-ji. Aap papa ke bahut loyal dost hein jo ki itni help karna mangtein hain meri. Mujhe kutiya hi banna hai.” “...You’re a very loyal and good friend of Dad’s, and you want to help me so much. I want to become a complete cunt for your cock.” Bittu stood up and grabbed Ani from Sharma. He gently pushed her to the ground, and on her knees, she stuck his cock in her mouth. Sharma laughed again and said, “Saali bahut thik kutiya banegi. Pyaar ho to kutiya se ho. Chal Bittu, jaldi katham kar apne ko iske moon mein. Mujhe zara jaldi hai. Bye.” “She’s going to make one hell of a bitch. If you’re going to fall in love, fall for a cunt. Come on Bittu, hurry up and cum in her mouth. I’m in a bit of a rush. Bye.”
With that, Sharma left the two alone. Bittu drained himself in her mouth, and Ani didn’t waste any of his goo. She lapped it from around his cock, pulled the skin back and smelled and tongued his piss-hole, and sucked every drop of his energy out.
Spent and satisfied, Bittu shook his dripping cock in her mouth, and pulled it out and said, “Tu bahut pyaari hai, meri jaan. Mein bhi apne doston ko le kar aonga agli baar. Mootna to sab log ko hota hai. Acha hoga tere liye. Tu do-teen din mein puri randi kutiya ban jayegi.” “You are so sweet, my love. I’ll bring my friends for you next time too. Everyone needs to piss and cum, after all. And it’ll be good for you. In two or three days, you’ll turn into a total whore— a complete cunt.”
(Once she was done telling me about her memories, I finished squirting my own yellow piss in her mouth, and when I looked at her, she was gently sucking from my limp cock like a baby. I felt a rush of love for her at that moment and held her head in that position.
I grabbed my phone and took some pics of her with my cock in her mouth, and fell asleep. I woke later that evening with her face in my balls tonguing the sweat from my ass. Ani finished me off by sucking me dry, and told me to call some friends or neighbours over for the night for more cum. I asked her if she needs to take a break, and she said, “Mein teri kutiya hoon sirif.” “I am your only fuck-hole for cocks.” and we just laughed and kissed.
Then Anika spread her cunt wide for me to finger-fuck her, and fed me her thick nipples as she grabbed my phone and made some cum-calls.)
