This indian house party sex story starts on a sticky Saturday when my old college mate Aman called me over to his Gurgaon-side Delhi flat. He said half the office crowd was coming and his wife Shweta had stacked the fridge with cheap whiskey and some froggy green mixers. I almost skipped it. Work had sucked all week and my flat AC was dying. But the thought of free booze and maybe staring at Shweta’s hips won. She always wore those tight kurtis that clung when she moved.
I reached around nine. Music already loud, bass thumping through the thin walls. Aman clapped my back hard and shoved a glass in my hand. Shweta came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on a towel. Her hair was open, lipstick a dark red that made her mouth look wet. She smiled slow and said arrey Vikram you came late yaar. Pour more for yourself fridge is full. Her eyes dropped to my jeans for half a second then snapped back up. I felt my cock twitch like an idiot.
People kept arriving. Some girl from Aman’s office, two cousins of Shweta who lived nearby, a fat uncle type who left early. Slowly the living room packed. We played dumb card games and someone put on old Bollywood remixes. I kept drinking too fast. Shweta kept topping my glass every time it dipped. Once she bent near me to grab chips and her breast brushed my arm. Soft and heavy. She didn’t pull away quick. Just looked at me and mouthed sorry with a dirty little grin.
Around eleven Aman got stupid drunk and passed out on the balcony chair with a half empty bottle. Most guests filtered out. Only me, Shweta, and her cousin Divya stayed. Divya was younger, maybe mid twenties, thinner than Shweta but with these sharp pointed breasts under a black crop top. She sat cross legged on the sofa opposite me and kept scratching her thigh like she wanted me to watch. Shweta locked the main door and turned the music lower.
Whiskey On The Couch Turned Filthy Fast
Shweta dropped next to me so close our knees touched. She took my glass, drained whatever was left, then put her hand flat on my thigh. Hot palm. She said Aman is snoring like a pig you know he never wakes till morning once he is gone. Her fingers crawled higher. I just stared. Divya giggled and got up to close the balcony door so the snoring muted. When she came back she sat on my other side.
Shweta unzipped me without any tease. Just pulled the zipper down and fished my cock out. It sprang up hard already. She stroked it slow and sticky from the leftover whiskey on her hand. Divya leaned in and said bhaiya it looks big. Then she bent and licked the head like she was tasting something sweet. Warm tongue rough at the tip. I groaned and my hips jerked. Shweta told her slow only we have whole night. She stood, pulled her kurti over her head and her bra came off with it. Fat brown breasts swung free, dark nipples already stiff. She shoved one into my mouth while Divya sucked my cock deeper.
I sucked hard on Shweta’s tit, biting the nipple a little. She moaned and grabbed my hair. Divya was sloppy, spit running down my shaft and onto my balls. She pulled off with a wet pop and stripped her crop top and jeans. No panties. Smooth shaved slit already shiny. She climbed onto the couch kneeling and pushed her ass toward my face. Smell of her cunt hit me strong, musky and creamy. I buried my tongue between her folds while Shweta straddled my lap facing me and rubbed her dripping pussy along my cock without taking it in yet.
Shweta whispered fuck my cousin’s ass with your tongue then you can have both holes. I did. I speared my tongue into Divya’s tight little hole while two fingers shoved into her cunt. She pushed back moaning loud. Shweta finally lifted and sank down on my cock in one go. Hot wet squeeze. Her big ass cheeks slapped my thighs. She rode hard bouncing those heavy tits in my face. I bit and sucked while my free hand spanked Divya’s hip.
Divya turned around and sat on my face proper. Her juices smeared my chin and nose. I licked like crazy while Shweta slammed herself up and down. The couch creaked. My balls started tightening already so I pushed Shweta off. She laughed and said not yet daddy. They both got on the floor on all fours side by side. Two wet asses up. I slapped both then shoved into Shweta first deep and mean. She grunted into the carpet. Then I pulled out and slammed into Divya. Narrower. She yelped then pushed back harder. I switched back and forth using their juices as lube until both holes were sloppy and red.
Bedroom Floor Got Messy After Midnight
We moved to the spare bedroom because Shweta said the living room lights might show through curtains. Once inside she locked us in and pushed me onto the mattress. She sat on my face again while Divya straddled my cock reverse. They faced each other and kissed wet and loud above me, tongues out, spit strings. I ate Shweta’s cunt like I was starving while Divya bounced. Then they switched. Shweta’s thicker body swallowed my cock better. Her walls fluttered. I grabbed her hips and thrust up hard until she came shaking and gushing down my balls.
Divya wanted it in the ass. She said so straight. I spit on my fingers and worked two into her tight ring while she sucked my cock clean of her cousin’s cream. When she was loose enough I flipped her onto her stomach and pressed the head against her hole. Slow push. She moaned long and low and dug nails into the sheet. Inch by inch till my hips met her cheeks. Shweta knelt beside us playing with Divya’s clit and whispering dirty shit in Hindi mixed with English how good it looked stretching her. I fucked that ass deep and steady. The grip was insane. Every thrust made Divya whimper and drool.
After a while Shweta climbed under Divya so they were stacked. I pulled out of the ass and shoved into Shweta’s waiting cunt then back into Divya’s ass. Alternating like some animal. Sweat poured off me. The room smelled of sex and cheap perfume. Divya came first with my cock buried in her backside, body jerking, hole clenching so tight I almost shot. I held back. Pulled out and made them both kneel and open their mouths. I stroked over their tongues and faces until thick ropes painted Shweta’s cheeks and Divya’s tongue. They licked each other clean right in front of me dirty as hell.
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We lay there panting sticky and wrecked. Outside I could still hear Aman snoring faint through the walls. Shweta laughed soft and wiped come off her chin with two fingers then sucked them. She said next party you come early. Divya just stretched like a cat and said her place next week if I wanted reverse. I stayed till almost four then cleaned up quiet and left before Aman woke. My legs were shaking on the stairs. Cock raw. Every time I close my eyes now I still feel both of them gripping me at once.
That whole night stuck in my head worse than any regular fuck. The way Shweta’s heavy breasts swung when she rode reverse. The tight heat of Divya’s ass when she pushed back begging without words. How neither of them cared about the sleeping husband two rooms away. Just took what they wanted and left me empty. I went back two weekends later. Same flat different games. But the first time always hits hardest when I stroke myself thinking about it alone.
Aman still invites me over like nothing happened. Shweta brings drinks and touches my arm longer than needed. Divya texts late sometimes simple dirty lines about how sore she still was. I never say no. Because no regular night compares to how those two used me like I was just meat for their holes. And I still wake up tasting them on my tongue some mornings.
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