They make me fuck her

They had already started with Supriya when they pulled me onto the bed. Abhilash had her wrists pinned above her head, kissing her deep while she cried and tried to turn her face away. Vamsi was on her other side, mouth on her neck, one hand squeezing her breast, tongue pushing into her mouth whenever Abhilash let her breathe. Supriya kept saying “no” and “please stop,” voice small and wet, but they held her there and kept making out with her, messy and forceful.

Monika was beside them, still tied at the wrists, legs spread. They had told me to fuck her while they used Supriya. I moved between Monika’s thighs. She looked at me, eyes red, and shook her head hard.

“No… please… not you… I’m begging you, don’t…” Her voice cracked. Tears ran down her temples into her hair. “Please, don’t do this to me…”

I pushed inside her anyway. She was hot and swollen and slick from everything they had already done. She sobbed the second I bottomed out, back arching, bound hands pulling at the ties. “It hurts… please stop… take it out…” I didn’t. I started thrusting, slow at first, then deeper. The feeling of her around me was tight and wet and good. I groaned and kept going. Monika cried harder, saying my name and “no” and “please” over and over, but her body took every stroke.

Beside us, Abhilash and Vamsi were still making out with Supriya. They took turns kissing her, forcing her mouth open, sucking on her tongue while she whimpered. Vamsi bit her lower lip and licked the spot. Supriya’s cries mixed with Monika’s. I looked at Mom while I fucked her. Her face was wrecked—sweat, tears, hair stuck to her cheeks. I leaned down and kissed her.

She made a frightened sound against my mouth and tried to pull away. I held her jaw and kissed her harder, tongue sliding in the way they were doing to Supriya. She tasted like salt. She kept begging into the kiss—“no… please… stop…”—but I didn’t stop. I kissed her deeper, licking into her mouth while my hips kept moving, fucking her in steady thrusts. She sobbed against my lips. I enjoyed it. The way she trembled, the way she was tight around me, the way she couldn’t turn her head. I sucked on her tongue the same way Vamsi was sucking on Supriya’s.

Abhilash laughed softly and pushed two fingers into Supriya’s mouth while he kissed her cheek. Supriya gagged and cried. I did the same to Monika—kissing her, then sliding my thumb over her lips, pushing it inside so she had to suck while I fucked her. She did, reluctantly, tears dripping. I pinched her nipple with my other hand and rolled it while I stayed buried deep. She clenched around me and moaned, the sound breaking into another “please.”

I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Monika cried out into my mouth. I kept kissing her, messy and wet, tongues sliding, while I thrust harder. Her bound hands flexed above her head. She was begging the whole time—“don’t… it hurts… I’m your mother… please stop…”—but her hips had started to shift, tiny movements she couldn’t seem to stop. I groaned against her lips and kept going. It felt too good to stop.

Supriya was sobbing beside us while Abhilash and Vamsi took turns making out with her, one kissing her mouth, the other her neck and breasts, hands roaming. I matched them. I kissed Monika harder, pulled her hair so her throat was open, and fucked her in long strokes that made the bed creak. She was sweaty under me. Cum from earlier smeared between our bodies. I sucked on her tongue, bit her lip gently, then kissed her again while I pinched and pulled her nipples. She whimpered into every kiss, still saying no, still crying, but I didn’t slow down. I enjoyed every second of being inside her and tasting her mouth while she begged.

They kept Supriya’s face turned toward us so she had to watch her mother getting fucked and kissed. Monika saw her and sobbed harder, but I held her jaw and kept making out with her, tongue deep, hips driving in and out. The wet sounds from both pairs filled the room. I stayed inside Monika, kissing her, thrusting, listening to her beg and feeling her body take it, until the pleasure built too high to hold back. I kissed her through it, groaning into her mouth as I came deep inside her. She cried the whole time, voice muffled against my lips, while Supriya cried beside us and the other two kept kissing her.