Main day aaya jaise mene bata Ganpati ka time tha aur mere uncle (chacha) jinke yaha Ganpati hota hai ghar walo ka plan bana ki sab vaha jane wale hai...me na khush hua par fir ghar walo ne kaha ki me aur megha ghar par hi rukenge because mega ki tabyet kharab hai aisa usne ghar walo ko bataya tha me khushi k maare nach raha tha ghar walo ko gadi tak chodne me gaya aur vaha se me medical gaya aur condom ka packet laya fir ghar aaya toh dekha vo naha kar aayi thi usne mujhe kaha k nahalo fir karte. It was time to fuck myself, I was longing too much for it. I spread my cheeks as far as a good and started to fuck myself in really high tempo, ofcourse my ass had no problem with it and with cycles it was as wide as it could be. The stranger enjoyed my loose ass and seemed quite surprised by telling me he didn’t expect this anal to go so smoothly and that it actually felt like he was fucking a whore’s pussy.Stranger: “Just keep that ass coming baby”Me: “Use me whatever way you like, just make. J. and I wanted him badly, so I stripped him all the way down to his boxers. I felt his hard dick through his boxers and it made me so horny. J.J took off the rest of my clothes and started eating my pussy. 'Mmm' his tongue sliding in and out of it. I pushed his head into my pussy as a sign to not stop. He then slid one finger into my pussy and one into my ass while he licked my clit making me scream out in enjoyment. "Can we join? Ae all got hard from watching you two." one of the young guys. I am a slut. Their slut. Mutually and openly. I am rarely fully dressed in the confines of their home and private yard. They desire to have access to my body, to my holes. Their desire fuels my desire. Much of my pleasure comes from pleasing them individually, combined or including others. Who or how is irrelevant. Submissive slut. It is what I am … what I do. It has taken some training, some experience, some time. Now, it is who, what I am. I may be a maid, servant, cook, confidant to them..