The day was sticky and uncomfortable, much like the tension that had been building up for years between my cousin’s family and me. As I walked into their home, the air was thick with it, like a heavy blanket that no one dared to pull off. They greeted me with smiles that didn’t quite reach their eyes, and I knew that this reunion was going to be anything but pleasant.

Harsha, my cousin, was a man of few words but his body spoke volumes. His six-pack abs rippled under his lungi as he moved, a clear sign of his physical dominance. His father, Venu, was a bear of a man, his rough hands and hardened muscles telling tales of a life full of challenges and manual labor. His simple attire did nothing to hide the size of his manhood, which was a constant topic of comparison in my twisted mind.

Their home, though humble, was a fortress of pride and dignity, something they guarded fiercely. The smell of coconuts and the rustling of the palm leaves outside the window reminded me of my own childhood, but the resentment I harbored towards them was as fresh as the tropical breeze. Each glance, each gesture was laced with a silent challenge, one I was eager to meet.

Venu’s eyes narrowed as he climbed down the tree, his bulging cock still obvious under the lungi. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of satisfaction at his discomfort. His wife’s cheeky smile grew wider as she watched the scene unfold, enjoying the power dynamics playing out in front of her.

Rupa, my wife, had always been a stunning woman. Her D-cup breasts, tight pink nipples, and firm ass had always drawn attention, and now it was no different. Her tightness was a point of pride for me, but as I watched Venu’s cock pulsate with each beat of his heart, I realized that she was about to experience something I never could give her—a true claiming by a real man.

As he approached her, I could see the hunger in his eyes. The same hunger I had felt for her when we were young, but she had always been too much for me. He didn’t bother with words, just a grunt as he pushed her down to the floor, his thick, black cock pointing straight at her. My wife’s eyes grew wide, her pupils dilating as she took in the sight of his manhood. She was terrified, but she knew better than to argue.

“Rupa,” Venu growled, his voice low and menacing, “you will suck me like a good little slut.”

Rupa looked up at him, a mix of fear and excitement in her eyes. She knew what he was about to do to her, and she couldn’t resist the thrill. She took his cock in her hand and began to stroke it gently, feeling the warmth and weight of his shaft. It was so much thicker and longer than mine, and the veins stood out like rivers on a map.

“Yes, Venu,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned in and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it like a serpent. Venu’s eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the wet warmth of her mouth envelop him. His cock grew even larger, and Rupa had to struggle to keep up with the pace.

As I watched from my position, tied to the tree, I could see the anger in Harsha’s eyes. His mother was watching too, a strange mix of shock and amusement playing across her face. “Your wife is a natural,” she said to me, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Venu’s cock was now buried deep inside Rupa’s mouth, her cheeks bulging as she tried to accommodate his size. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, and took a deep breath before pushing his cock even further down her throat. I felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal watching her submit to him, her own saliva mixing with his pre-cum and dripping down her chin.

My own cock was hard, straining against my pants as I watched. I had always known that Venu was a powerful man, but seeing him take Rupa like this, with such ease, was something else. His strong hands held her head in place as he thrust into her mouth, his abs tightening with each stroke.

“Look at your wife,” Harsha sneered. “This is what she’s been missing, a real man to fuck her properly.”

I watched in horror as Venu’s cock slid out of Rupa’s mouth, strings of saliva connecting them. He grabbed her by the hips and turned her over, pushing her face into the floor. Rupa’s round, tight ass was in the air, and Venu didn’t waste a second before he plunged his cock into her.

“Oh, fuck!” Rupa screamed, the sound echoing through the night. “It’s so big, it hurts!”

Venu chuckled, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed his cock even deeper into her. “You’re just not used to a real man, are you?” he said, his voice filled with a mix of triumph and lust.

Rupa’s moans grew louder as she felt his thick cock stretching her pussy. Her body was on fire, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt to be filled by someone so much larger than me. She had always thought my size was average, but compared to Venu, I was a mere boy.

“Yes, yes,” she panted, “fuck me, Venu, fuck me harder!”

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the night air as Venu pounded into her from behind. Rupa’s body trembled with every thrust, her ample ass bouncing with each collision. Her cries grew more desperate, and I felt my own cock throb with each moan that escaped her lips.

“Your wife’s pussy is so tight,” Venu grunted.

Rupa moaned as Venu’s thick cock plunged into her over and over, his hips slapping against her ass with a rhythm that seemed to shake the very ground beneath us. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, making her moan even louder. Her breasts bounced with the force of his pounding, and her pink, erect nipples grazed the floor, adding to the sensation.

My eyes were glued to the scene, my own cock straining against the fabric of my pants. I could feel the anger boiling in my veins, but also an undeniable excitement. It was as if I had been granted a forbidden glimpse into a world of pleasure that I had never known existed. The way Venu’s cock filled Rupa, the way she took it all in, the sounds of their flesh meeting, it was all so primal and raw.

Venu’s cock was like a piston, moving in and out of her with a force that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house. Her ass was like two perfect mounds of flesh that he squeezed and slapped as he fucked her. His balls slapped against her pussy, and with every thrust, I could see them tighten up, ready to unleash his seed inside her.

Rupa’s moans grew louder, filling the air with a symphony of pleasure that seemed to fuel Venu’s passion even more. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back, his cock sliding almost all the way out of her before slamming back in, making her scream.

“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, his breath hot on her neck.

Rupa could only whimper in response, her body a writhing mess of pleasure and pain. She had never felt so full, so claimed. Venu’s cock was like a battering ram, pushing into her depths and leaving her trembling with each powerful stroke. She couldn’t believe she was enjoying it, that she was begging for more from the very man she had come here to belittle.

“Yes,” she finally managed to gasp, “yes, I like it. Fuck me, Venu. Make me your whore.”

The words hung in the air like a declaration of war, and Venu took it as his cue to increase his pace. His hips moved like a piston, his cock pummeling her pussy without mercy. Rupa’s moans grew louder, echoing through the night. I felt a strange mix of anger and arousal, watching her take him so willingly.

Her ass was like two perfect moons in the night, jiggling with each thrust. Venu’s cock was a dark, thick shaft that slammed into her with a power that seemed to shake the very earth beneath us. Each time he pulled out, I could see her pussy grip him tightly, desperate to keep him inside.

Rupa’s moans grew louder, her body writhing with pleasure and pain. “Oh, yes,” she whimpered, “yes, I like it, Venu. Please don’t stop.” Her words were music to my ears, a sweet symphony of submission that I had never heard from her before. Venu’s thick cock continued to pound her, stretching her pussy to its limits.

I watched as Venu’s hand slid down to her clit, his thumb rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Rupa’s body arched upward, and she screamed as she felt the first waves of orgasm wash over her. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and I could see the veins in his arms bulging as he held onto her hips, keeping her in place. “Fuck, yes,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!”

Venu didn’t slow down, his strokes becoming even more furious as he felt her pussy tighten around him. “That’s it, bitch,” he grunted, “cum for me.”

Rupa’s pussy clenched around Venu’s cock like a vice. She couldn’t believe she was cumming for him, that she was letting him use her like this. But it felt so good, so much better than anything I had ever given her.

Venu’s grunts grew louder, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts as he approached his climax. His hand was a blur between her legs, his thumb rubbing her clit with a fierce intensity that made her whole body quiver.

“Look at her,” Harsha said, his voice filled with a mix of amazement and spite. “Your wife is going to make me cum again, just from watching her.”

My heart raced as I took in the sight before me. Venu’s thick, dark cock was buried deep in Rupa’s pussy, her legs spread wide, and her toes curling with every powerful thrust. Her breasts bounced with each impact, her nipples hard and pointing straight up to the heavens, begging for attention.

Rupa’s eyes were closed, lost in the intensity of the moment. Her moans grew deeper, her voice hoarse with passion as she climbed higher and higher. “Venu,” she moaned, “you’re so big, so good.” Her words were like a knife to my pride, but the sight of her taking him so willingly had me aching with need.

Venu’s cock was a monstrous thing, thick and veiny, with a length that made me feel inadequate. I could see the head disappear into her, only to emerge glistening with her juices before plunging back in. The sound of his hips slapping against her ass filled the air, punctuating her cries of pleasure.

“You’re going to take all of me,” Venu growled, his voice deep and animalistic. “You’re going to take every inch of this big cock and beg for more.”

Rupa’s eyes snapped open, and she stared back at me, a mix of pleasure and betrayal in her gaze. But she didn’t stop, her body responding to the raw power of Venu’s fucking. Her pussy was soaking wet, her juices running down her legs, and I could see the head of his cock glisten with her arousal every time it pulled out of her.

“I’m going to cum,” Venu roared, and Rupa’s pussy clenched around him, her orgasm building to a crescendo. “Take it, bitch!”

With a final, brutal thrust, Venu released his load deep inside Rupa. His cum filled her, a warm, thick river that seemed to have no end. His cock pulsed with every spurt, his balls tight against her ass as he emptied himself into her. Rupa screamed as the feeling of being filled so completely overwhelmed her. She had never felt so used, so utterly claimed by a man.

Venu’s cock twitched and jerked, his seed spurting into her with a force that left her breathless. She felt every pulse, every drop of his cum filling her up, stretching her pussy walls until she thought she would burst. Her own orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with the intensity of it all.

“Good girl,” Venu said, his voice still gruff with lust. He pulled out of her, his cock glistening with her juices and his own cum. Rupa lay there, panting, her pussy gaping open and dripping.

Venu looked at me, a smug look on his face. “It’s your turn, sissy,” he said, and the family untied me. I stumbled over to Rupa, my cock still hard despite the humiliation. Harsha handed me a napkin, and I knelt between her legs, my face inches from her cum-filled pussy.

Rupa’s eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her chest heaving with each breath. “Go ahead,” she said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Lick it clean.”

With trembling hands, I brought the napkin closer to her pussy, the scent of their mating overwhelming me. The napkin was cold against her hot, swollen flesh. I could feel the wetness, the stickiness of their combined juices. Venu’s cum was still leaking out of her, a stark reminder of what had just transpired.

“Lick it,” Venu said, his voice still thick with lust. “Lick it like the pathetic little bitch you are.”

I took a deep breath and leaned in, the taste of their combined juices hitting me like a tidal wave. Rupa’s sweetness mingled with Venu’s saltiness, and I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of arousal. My tongue slid over her pussy lips, the napkin forgotten in my hand. Her pussy was swollen and tender, and I could feel the heat radiating from her.

“That’s it,” Rupa whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. “Lick me clean.”

I hesitated for a moment, the taste of Venu’s cum strange and overwhelming. But then I heard the taunts from Harsha and Venu’s wife, and something snapped inside me. With a growl of frustration, I buried my face in Rupa’s pussy, my tongue delving deep inside her to clean every trace of Venu’s cum. Her walls tightened around my tongue as I lapped at her, savoring the mix of flavors that was now a part of her.

Rupa’s legs trembled as she felt my tongue inside her, the sensation bringing her back down from the high of Venu’s fucking. She looked down at me, her eyes glazed with lust. “That’s it,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of love and humiliation. “Clean me up, baby.”

I accepted my fate, my tongue swirling around her pussy, savoring the taste of Venu’s cum. It was thick and salty, a stark contrast to Rupa’s sweetness. I felt a strange sense of defeat and submission as I cleaned her up, but it was also incredibly erotic. My cock was still rock hard, and I could feel the precum leaking out as I licked her clean.