The Other Men - 4
The First Man
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The story about Usha continues. This chapter picks right after last one. If you’ve not read the previous chapter, I strongly recommend you reading it. And if you have not read any of the chapters, you are in for a binge-reading Usha’s sexual journey.
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Previously
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The man stepped closer to Usha, and touched the hem of her shirt. She stood frozen, watching a stranger’s hand slowly lift the shirt. Her bare pussy, which till the afternoon of that day had not been seen anyone, was out in the open for a second man to see — a man, whose name she didn’t know, who was much older than her.
He looked at her pussy, and then looked up to her eyes, with a sheepish smile. The man kept the shirt lifted with one hand, and with the other, touched her pussy. Usha flinched back, but he held on to her by the shirt, and tugged at her. She lost her balance, by the sudden force, and rested herself against the wall. Her bangles clinked because of the sudden motion. With her against the wall, there was no more place left for Usha to pull back.
To Usha, the man’s hand was hidden under the shirt, but she could feel every bit of motion. Her hands rested on his wrist, gently trying to push it away. But it took only one brush of his rough fingers against Usha’s clit, for her to loosen her grip around the man’s wrist. She tried to push back, but it only made her body arch into his hand.
“You are so warm and wet,” the man whispered, as he caressed her damp pussy. And without any warning, he slipped a finger inside her.
Usha moaned, and was suddenly worried that she’d wake her husband. It would have been hard to explain, why she was against the wall, with her legs a little spread out, and had a finger of a strange man inside her. She hadn’t even realized when her legs opened up just a little for him.
The man continued to work her pussy with his finger. He used his thumb to rub her clit and he started wiggling his finger inside her. It wasn’t a gentle wiggle. Usha moaned and groaned, her one hand covered her mouth to muffle her moans, and the other rested on the man’s shoulder.
Usha moved her body, trying to be more accommodating with the wiggling. But it only made her rub her crotch against his fingers. It wasn’t gentle, but it was what the man was doing with his thumb, rubbing across the clit, which pleasured Usha. Her fingernails had started digging into the man’s shoulder, and she was finding it harder and harder to hold her moans. She closed her eyes, and let herself be at the mercy of her pleasure.
The man stopped suddenly, and brought his face closer. Usha thought that he was about to kiss her, but instead, he whispered into her ear, “Open the buttons of your shirt.”
In a trance, with nothing in her mind except the need for the man to keep doing what he was doing to her pussy, Usha fumbled on the buttons. She had undone the first button, when the man started fingering her again. She quickly unbuttoned her shirt, and resumed her position of her hands, one on her mouth, and one on the man’s shoulder. The man roughly brushed aside her shirt, and gave a rough squeeze to her breast.
She remembered his lingering gazes on her breasts, when at the reception. She had noticed it. At that time, she was in a neat saree, with her hair tied back, with her husband by her side. And now, she was against a wall, her breasts bare, his finger inside her pussy, and her husband drunk, asleep in the bed, with his butt exposed. But she was feeling a kind of pleasure which she had never felt before. Earlier when Anand was touching her, she was comfortable on the bed. But this man had his finger planted firmly inside her still virgin pussy, and his thumb was playing her clit in a way, which even she had never managed to do.
The man was obsessed with her breasts, squeezing each of them, cupping them, and then pinching her nipples. He was more gentle than Anand, but his touch felt more sexual. It set fire on her breasts, a fire, which was matched only by the warm pleasure in her crotch. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the moment. She felt the sway of her bare breasts, she felt her moans getting louder, becoming harder to muffle with her hand, and she felt her squeeze on the man’s shoulder get harder.
He removed his hand from her breast, and unzipped his trouser. Usha saw with her half-open eyes as the man unbuckled his trouser, and let it slide down a little. He fished out his dick, and returned to squeezing her breasts. Usha opened her eyes fully to look at his dick. He wasn’t fully hard, but he wasn’t limp either.
The man gently guided Usha's hand from his shoulder down towards his exposed dick. Despite the intense stimulation she had experienced, Usha was acutely conscious that she was about to touch him directly. Until now, she had been mostly passive, allowing the man to explore her body. She had spread her legs to accommodate his probing fingers, unbuttoned her shirt for him to access her bare breasts, and moaned in pleasure at his touch. But the presence of his bare dick introduced a new layer of apprehension.
Doubts crept into Usha's mind. Would he be hard enough for her? Would he actually fuck her, or would she once again confront her own perceived unfuckability? Part of her had let things escalate, driven by an inner desire to be desired, to experience what it felt like to be truly wanted. With Anand, her husband, incapacitated by alcohol, this man had awakened something new in her.
As she tentatively grasped his dick, he let out a low groan. Usha, inexperienced in handling a man this way, simply wrapped her fingers around it and gave it a firm squeeze. The man then took hold of her hand, guiding it in a stroking motion. His dick hardened rapidly under her touch, a change so swift that it left Usha amazed. She tightened her grip, marveling at the firmness.
Suddenly, the man withdrew his finger from her pussy. Usha felt an abrupt sense of loss, an emptiness. He then maneuvered her onto her knees – a position Usha was beginning to find familiar. His trousers were only partially lowered, revealing his entire crotch. Usha's eyes flickered to her sleeping husband. From her position on her knees, she had a clearer view of Anand's exposed buttocks and a more pronounced view of his scrotum.
The man neared his dick to Usha’s face. Its tip touched her cheek. She turned, and found his dick right on her face. She gingerly opened, and waited. When he pushed his dick inside her mouth, Usha try to go back, but her hit head the wall. With nowhere to go, she closed her mouth around his dick, and started sucking it.
His smell was different. His dick felt different in her mouth. It didn’t fill her up the way Anand’s did, but even when she sucked the man, she could feel that he was hard. When he started thrusting in her mouth, she didn’t have to cough. Instead, she looked at his dick, hard and shining with her spit, coming in and out of her mouth. She was expecting to be slapped. She was expecting her hair to be pulled. She wondered what it would feel like to be slapped around by a complete stranger, so that he could be hard enough to fuck her. She closed her eyes, and waited to find out how it felt.
Instead, she got something else. She saw the man adjust himself in front of her. He planted his feet near her knees, and placed his hands on the wall. He thrust hard into her mouth. It made Usha’s head hit the wall, her nose bury in his crotch. The man held the position, with his hard dick touching her throat, and his pubis squashing her nose. She could still breathe, but barely. Each of her breath smelled of him, his pubis, his hard dick. Usha wondered how it would look like if Anand woke up and saw her like that. On her knees, with her face buried in a man’s crotch, up against a wall, her breasts and pussy bare to him, completely dominated by him.
The man pulled back, and looked down at her. She adjusted her shirt, to cover her breasts. She rubbed her nose, and tried to catch her breath. The man crouched a little, and held her wrist and started pulling her up. As soon as she was up on her feet, the man started walking inside the room, to the sofa, where Usha was touching herself.
She didn’t want to go there, but the man didn’t ask her whether she wanted it or not. He simply started pulling her by the wrist. So, Usha, in a shirt whose buttons were open, with pussy wet and breasts bare, walked behind him.
When they reached the sofa, the man pushed the table aside with his feet. He looked up at her husband, to check if he was asleep. He gestured Usha to sit down. Usha sat there gingerly, again adjusting her shirt, to cover some of her modesty. The man immediately moved closer to her, bring his dick to her face.
She held his dick, and spoke under her breath, “We should not be so near. We can —”.
She couldn’t finish her sentence, because his dick was already on her lips. She had to open her mouth to let him in. Because she was sitting on the couch, she had to crane her neck down to suck his dick. The man thrust his dick inside her mouth a couple of times. Usha raised her hands to place them on the man’s thigh, but it only made him thrust her head onto his dick. He was hard by then, his dick like a solid piece of cucumber in her mouth.
He let her head go, and reached for her thighs. Usha’s eyes widened, and she muttered, “We should not be -”
But by then, the man had already her dragged to the edge of the sofa. Her upper body was on the sofa, but her legs weren’t. The sofa was narrow, so her head was propped against the backrest, for her to see what the man was doing. He let his pants go, and looked up to her. He stroked his dick, one last time, before placing his dick on her pubis. He then lifted her legs by the thighs, and held on to the places just below her knees.
Usha’s pussy was exposed to him. The shirt she was wearing was useless on her body, because it covered nothing of her. Her pussy was exposed, and wet for the man. Her breasts were bare, her nipples were hard for him. When the man’s dickhead touched her pussy, she moaned. A part of her was unsure of what was going to happen. She looked at her husband again, still asleep, still lying down with his butt exposed. The man placed his dick on his hole, and left it, and went back to holding her legs apart.
“Guide me in,” he said, in a low voice.
She had never guided a dick inside her. She had never had a dick inside her. But the man didn’t know that. To him, she was a newly wed woman, who had already been fucked all day by her husband, and yet was insatiable enough to watch porn to touch herself. Nervous that she will give away the fact that she was still an innocent virgin, Usha reached for his dick.
She felt his dick, and was relieved to find that he was still hard. He wanted to fuck her, that much was clear by then, but will he manage to be inside her? Was there something wrong inside her, which made her unfuckable? There was only one way to find it out. She placed his dickhead right at her entrance.
When the man started thrusting inside her, she felt as if she will die. She will die of excitement. She will die of guilt. The man went past the point that her husband couldn’t go past, and that made Usha moan. She looked at his dick disappearing inside her at a steady pace.
The man didn’t know this, but he was taking her virginity. As his dick kept going in, she felt things she had never felt before. Yes, she had fingers inside her, but the feeling of a hard dick was different. It was more menacing, and yet more gentle than fingers. Yes, there was pain, and Usha moaned in pain, but she also hoped that the pain didn’t stop. She didn’t know where to place her hands, so she placed them under her thighs, helping the man to spread her pussy, for her to be fucked raw.
The man kept thrusting in. Usha’s eyes widened as she felt his dick inside her pussy that no finger could reach, that her husband didn’t reach, and she moaned without inhibition. Usha quickly looked at her husband, sure that he had woken up to see his wife being fucked on the sofa. But he didn’t, and the man continued enter her, claim her virgin pussy for himself.
“I didn’t imagine you to be this tight,” he said.
Usha’s whole body felt warm, with shame and lust. She was tight, she didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. But as she watched the man’s dick disappear inside her, as she felt his hardness inside her, she felt the kind of wholeness that she had never felt before. She could see their crotches squashed together. He was completely inside her. Usha let out a deep sigh of pleasure. And then the fucking began.
At first, it was all pain. As the man took his dick out and shoved it inside her, Usha purred in pain, gripping the edge of the couch. She was careful not to moan loudly, because she didn’t want her husband to wake up. She didn’t want it to be stopped.
She was getting fucked, after all. She looked at his face. It wasn’t handsome. Neither did he have the shoulders like her husband’s. She had kept her virginity all these years. But here, was this man, taking it away from her, in the same room as her husband. And she was loving it.
She didn’t know the exact point when it turned to pleasure. Maybe it was when the man said, “I love this.”
It was sudden. The pain turned into pleasure, in a single moment. Usha gasped for breath, and let go of her hands, loosening her wrists, to be dictated by the thrusts of the man. She wanted every inch of his dick. She arched her body, so that her crotch got nearer to his dick. She was acutely aware of the weight of her mangalsutra on her bare breasts, which she was pushing out to him. She was acutely aware of the dull clinks of her marital bangles, as her body felt the
On that single day, she was slapped, choked and spanked. But nothing made her feel more of woman, than a dick inside her. The man leaned forward and put his teeth on her nipples. He straightened himself a little, which tugged at her nipples, but it made his thrusts deeper.
Usha thrashed her head from side to side, taking in the sweet mixture of pleasure and pain. Her nipple between his teeth was on fire, but so was her pussy. And then, she came.
It was sudden. It wasn’t the kind of pleasure she felt when she touched herself. She had dick inside her, her pussy filled in. Her nipple was between his teeth and she was in pain. But her body was shivering with pleasure. Her hands were shaking, her lips were wavering. She didn’t care how loudly she moaned, because she was becoming a woman. The man’s dick inside her felt like it had become a part of her body, that it had filled a void in her existence.
When she came out of her bliss, she saw the man let go of her nipple. He closed his eyes, and his thrusts became quicker but shallow. Usha didn’t know if her pussy had tightened around him, or he had grown inside her, but she felt herself gripping his dick tighter. And then, in a grunt, he came inside her.
Her eyes widened, as the realization of what had happened dawned on her. The man stayed inside her for a while, and then slowly pulled out, his dick slimy with cum. He looked at her pussy for a moment, and then smiled, while catching his breath. He took his pant, and started dressing himself. Usha straightened herself. She checked at her husband, who was still asleep. Her joints felt sore from being bent in that position. She was out of breath, terrified and a woman.
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The Other Men - 5
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Wow ! Great. Getting fucked and losing virginity to a stranger with her husband sleeping in the same room is something super thrilling. Keep the tempo up man.