Helen was naked and lying on her back. Her legs were raised up in the air and were draped over the shoulders of a large, muscular man who was vigorous...y pumping what looked to be an obscenely fat cock into my girlfriends stretched anus, while simultaneously fisting her pussy with a powerful looking arm. The man timed his thrusts ruthlessly, alternating the assault on her arsehole by his giant penis with violent punching movements of his arm and each thrust was accompanied by a guttural grunt. During the Puja season most of us went in a large group to see the pandals and the processions. This time she was also part of our group as we went around in the evening. She was wearing a tight ghagra choli type of dress, that fit her snugly and left her back bare. I decided that this was my chance. It had become darker by the time we reached the pandals. While we were on the roadside waiting for the procession to go by, I positioned myself just behind her and ‘accidentally’ brushed against. All she could think was how it hurt and his dick, it was the size of a tall beer can with a cricket ball stuck on top and he was driving it all the way with enough force to break the weakened bed making his large base ball sized nut sack slap her small tight arse aggressively hard and relentlessly, with no mercy. Jason was one of four 6’4”, big beefy black men she had been trying to save as such, he and his gang had played along the entire time but waited the perfect moment and opportunity to. I knew he was making my bottom red all over again. He liked that for whatever reason. He liked seeing my bottom red. A strange thought occurred. Did he think it was sexier? Was that why he did it? Perhaps it was a good thing because I would be more appealing to him? If that was true, wasn't there other ways I could look sexy for him? How about with his cock in my pussy? I actually laughed in the midst of my pain with that silly thought.He stopped. I tried to calm my breathing and tears. It felt.