Mohini squirmed under the harsh summer heat from the baked concrete hostel building. She could see the distant air that crowned distant buildings writhe under the sun with her. Her sweat traced similar paths, similar patterns on her skin before her thin cotton blouse absorbed them.
The expanding dampness revealed secret contours of her undergarments. Her straps were peeking out to confirm any onlooker’s imaginations. Despite the heat, she lingered outside a certain door in the building, identical to many that adorned the building.
She turned and raised a trembling hand to knock on the door. Her white knuckles rasped against the door. Her light knocks thundered inside of her ears. Did they hear it?
She stood frozen while silence reigned. Then, muffled by the door, she picked up on shuffling footsteps. She could imagine their lazy strides, their languid bodies struggling against the heat. Her sweat transformed into their unique scents to fit her vision, bolstered by memories.
“Who is it?” sang a mocking voice.
“Come on, just open it,” Mohini said impatiently.
“Well, my mother said to never open doors to strangers,” the youthful voice said.
“It’s Mohini,” she said as she cringed at the sound of her voice. It reeked of desperation.
The door swung inside, letting light fall upon the face accompanying that mocking voice. Sunlight swirled among the energetic brown eyes set on a youthful yet slothful face. It was adorned by a light stubble that exaggerated his youth, crowned by a beautiful mess of dark black hair.
A refreshing breeze swept through the building that lifted strands of his hair that shone goldenly. It touched the beam of sunlight, disrupting the halo that topped his mop of hair. As she dropped her head, her gaze caught the outline of his fit body constrained by the sweat-drenched sweat tank top.
His short boxer revealed his long, tanned legs. She eyed those faint ridges and shadows that gave away his developed musculature. She pushed past his lazy eyes and mischievous smile and entered the dorm room. Her eyes swept across the darkroom.
Its blinds closed shut. Taking note of crumpled bundle of clothes, day-old dishes stacked against the kitchen counter, books, papers, pens and pencils strewed across the room, occasionally accompanied by rulers, erasers, markers, and other instruments.
Most of these were clustered around the table at the back of the room and on the sofa bed. Mounted on the wall across the sofa was a dented TV. Guarding that TV was a sentry line of empty alcohol bottles, missing their caps.
The strange smell of leftover alcohol combined with the acrid smell of cigarettes created this mind-numbing, almost hypnotic haze. Despite the lazy fan humming in the ceiling and the open windows, it refused to dissipate.
Mohini had her work cut out for her. But she was sure that she would not be given a chance to finish it. She moved across the room, working towards the big window closest to the small kitchen.
She felt the youth’s lecherous eyes follow her, hypnotized by the rhythmic swinging of her wide hips and her plump ass.
“Where are the rest of the boys?” she croaked out, her dry throat refusing to work properly.
“Why? Are you disappointed that I am the only one here?”
She remained silent as those lazy eyes drew closer to her. She caught a whiff of his scent. A mixture of soap, deodorant and sweat filled her nostrils. She turned towards the windows and reached out to grab the curtains. They were stopped in their tracks midway as his hand had moved in to intercept hers.
The other hand was pressed against her butt, groping and pinching it. “Mohini, you pervert. You want to show our neighbors what we do here?”
“No, but please, while the others aren’t here, let me just….”
She was interrupted as the youth pressed his lips against hers. He slipped in his tongue that coiled and wrapped around Mohini’s, twisting and dancing inside their mouths. Mohini felt her body respond to the stimuli, her tongue coiled around his.
Her hands pressed against his toned body, his erect penis grinding against her ass. That sweaty stench, those desperate eyes, that naughty heat only amplified her reactions to the stimulus. The feverish fire of dirty lust replaced the summer heat.
Like she had done many times before, she let that dark fire consume her body and mind.
“Let me do you once while the others are not here. Come on. I know you want it too. I know how much of a freak you can be,” he said. He desperately pulled at her clothes, ripping them free from her to expose her bare body. His hands reached upwards and pulled her big breasts free from her blouse.
They continued to make out as he led Mohini away from the kitchen and towards the sofa. His hands were glued to her breasts, groping and teasing them as Mohini tried to stifle her soft moans. She found her hands wandering downwards, reaching towards that erect penis grinding against her butt.
Her grip tightened around the penis, poking out of his stained boxers. He had to take a break from kissing her as even he could not contain his moans. He had to stifle it by burying his face into her hair and nibbling on her ears.
“God, you smell so good,” he said.
“What are you saying, stupid? All you are smelling is sweat and detergent.”
“That’s the thing. Your sweat, it must be loaded with pheromones or some shit. It makes me so horny. You are so stupidly sexy that even your sweat drives men crazy, Mohini!”
Mohini heard nonsense from a horny boy who just wanted to get his dick wet. Yet, those desperate ramblings still affected her. She felt good when she was complimented like that. She felt powerful when she had young men squirming in her hands.
She felt her pussy moisten. The combination of those dirty words, that dirty kiss, and those dirty groping hands working their magic on her body. She felt a raging fire build up inside her core. She felt every iota of pleasure acting like fuel that stoked the fire to burn ever brighter, ever stronger.
Mohini was pushed onto the sofa bed. Her hair was undone and spread like some dark halo, a corrupted deity in her throne of desire and greed. The youth pounced on her like a beast, shifting aside her clothes until his hands rested on her damp underwear.
His eyes widened. It was like an expected surprise, a winning hand he knew would be dealt. But it didn’t stop him from feeling good. He pushed his penis inside of her impatiently.
Mohini gasped. The heat of his meat rod seemed to melt the pussy walls that coiled around it. That storm front of heat traveled through her body, lighting each cell of hers on fire, filling them with devious sexual energy.
“You are already so wet. I can’t wait to see what happens to that pussy of yours once I am done with it,” he said with false bravado.
His face was scrunched up in concentration, his fingers locked tightly against hers. Mohini wriggled underneath her lover’s body, signaling him to start moving. He obliged, starting slow until he couldn’t contain himself.
Within seconds, he was slamming his hips into hers with bestial fervor. The cock jack-hammering her reached deep inside her, simulating many of her weak points. It moved back and forth inside her at terrifying speeds. His moves were clumsy and precise.
Finesse was thrown away for desperation and passion that only the young can conjure. He reached out to her, kissing her again as his arms coiled around her, pressing their bodies together, drinking their heat, sweat and lust.
“Oh my god, Mohini, I ….”
He couldn’t even hold on until he finished his sentence. His penis rebelled against his convictions, firing thick spurts of semen inside of moaning Mohini. They laid down there, their bodies intertwined, caressing, touching and kissing each other.
Mohini separated herself from that mess of physical desire with great effort. She was picking her clothes off the floor. She heard the door slam open. She stood there paralyzed as the harsh sun lit up her glistening golden skin. A group of young men similar to her friend entered inside, laughing and hooting.
“Oh, wow, Mohini, what a way to greet us!”
“I think she should do that every time she works here.”
“God, I just got hard imagining her massive boobs bouncing all over.”
They quickly encircled her, fenced in by their throbbing erections and their sweaty youthful bodies. Mohini felt her pulse race as an influx of new sensations sent her mind into a tailspin.
“I can’t believe you started without us, bro!”
“I’m sorry, man, but I couldn’t help it. She is just so sexy.”
Mohini barely paid heed to the conversation running in the background. Her full attention was consumed by these thick cocks swaying and dancing in front of her. She couldn’t help herself. She squatted down and took those cocks wherever she could.
She forced one inside her mouth while her hands stroked the other two closest to her. The group cheered as they moved closer to her. They pushed their dicks between her breasts, inside of her armpits. One of the boys had wrapped her hair around his cock and was masturbating furiously.
To them, she was merely a warm, living toy to hump and soil, to use and defile as they saw fit. And Mohini was happy to oblige them. She felt the familiar feeling of perverse power and pride course through her body.
The thought of them forcing their penises inside her holes, the thought of them cumming inside of her with no forethought for the consequences, just stoked the fire that burned inside her. She felt the intense pleasure build up inside her.
Warmth replaced by unconquerable passion replaced by an unquenchable thirst. She felt her body tense up alongside the cocks rubbing against her. They came together. Mohini squirted the clear liquid on the floor while she showered under the rain of cum and gunk.
The apartment was filled with a cocktail of scents, the stench of semen and sweat, the odor of deodorant, detergent and soap, and the indistinguishable essence of pheromones. This foul-smelling concoction worked rather effectively as an aphrodisiac. All the spent cocks regained their vigor almost immediately.
Their appetites, enforced by the wild energy of youth, were almost impossible to fulfill. Their depravity knew no bounds. But there was someone who had that same gnawing hunger, that same desire for the depraved and uncouth.
Mohini had been forced into many things in her life, including marriage and childbirth. But …this wasn’t something that had been forced on her. No, they had just let her inner desires express themselves. This group of boys could have never forced her to do anything.
Her desire, the desire to chase comforts of flesh, a stranger’s warmth, lust and pleasure, pushed her on this path. She sauntered across the room, their lustful gaze propelling her forward as she sat down on the far corner of the sofa bed.
She turned around to face the gang and lifted her legs to show them her wet, aroused pussy. She did not even have to say a word. They ran to her, jumping over one another, pushing each other out of the way to get the chance to stuff Mohini with their cocks.
One managed to win the scramble and pushed his penis as deep as he could inside of her in his moment of triumph. While some started to whine and complain, others became more creative. One of the others pulled her up. She lifted her butt to slam down on the penis she was riding.
He pushed her further up and pushed his cock inside her gaping asshole. The pleasure was overwhelming as she was sandwiched between two bodies pressing against her. Their cocks were going crazy inside of her.
She had barely managed to get a few moans out before they stifled that by inserting their penis inside of her mouth. Soon, all she saw, felt or smelled were erect, eager penises. And she wouldn’t have wanted anything else.
She was consumed by pleasure, each new sensation sending shockwaves that tore through her body. Each sensation amplified everything her body came in contact with, whether teasing fingers, wandering tongue or desperate cocks.
“Shit, man, you guys are taking too long. I am turning on the TV.”
“Oh, you need to see this, Mohini,” one of the boys whispered in her ears. The TV flickered to life, resuming a video running before it had been closed. Her eyes widened in shock as she drank in the TV image that served her.
It was a crudely made home video, filmed on a cheap phone, the images blurry and the sound barely comprehensible. Yet, she could make out the face of the figure that dominated the frame.
She was staring at a deranged face of a woman, contorted by pleasure and lust. Panting and moaning and gasping as she took on familiar dicks inside her.
Mohini recognized that face instantly. How couldn’t she, when it was as clear to her as if she were staring at her face in the mirror. She was on the screen, engaged in that perverted dance and lustful embrace.
It was her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolling out, her breasts bouncing around as the penises raged inside of her.
“Last time, do you remember, our little ‘movie’ shoot? It has gotten quite popular around here.”
“Yeah, porn just doesn’t cut it for me anymore. But I can cum buckets when I watch this video.”
‘Even when I am not here,’ she thought to herself, ‘My body, my beauty, entrances them.’
Her back arched, and her pussy tightened as her new revelation pushed her over the edge, bringing her to climax. Her loud moan echoed across the room, dominating the sounds of their lovemaking.
The penis ravaging her womanhood came with her, unable to fight back against the increased pressure of a cumming pussy.
“Damn, she just came watching herself get railed.”
“She is such a slut.”
“Yeah, Mohini, what would you do without our dicks?”
“I don’t even want to think about it!” she said, dripping with desperation. “I love cocks. I can’t live without them. I can’t live without yours!”
“Wow, I wonder what your husband would say if he saw you like this.”
“I don’t care. I don’t care about him. All I care about is dicks and getting fucked!”
The gang erupted in unhinged laughter, driven near insanity by her proclamations and her lust.
“Please,” Mohini said, waiting for the laughter to die down. The laughter stopped. “Please, just fuck me. Just keep fucking me. I don’t care what you do to me, how you use me. All I care about is getting fucked. So please, FUCK ME!”
Her crazed ramblings lit off a bomb of kinesis. The deranged mob gathered around Mohini, assaulting her, reaching out for any piece of flesh, any warmth to defile with their cocks. They groped, they teased, they pinched, they bit. They kissed, they whispered, they moaned, they fucked.
What was happening in that apartment room could not be considered love-making. It couldn’t be described as intense or bestial. All were reduced to a mass of writhing flesh and fluids consumed by the greedy desire to fornicate and indulge in the flesh’s carnal delights.
Mohini could not remember how many times they cum. How many penises deposited their seed inside her pussy, her asshole, and her mouth. All she remembered was hours on end of a never-ending torrent of pleasure, carrying her from one orgasm to the next.
The only way her fever could be cured was by blanketing her with that foul-smelling semen, semen that did not belong to her husband. Every time it seemed like it would end, something else would set their cocks off again. Something else would paint over that rusting exhaustion that threatened to cool their fornication down.
By the time she regained consciousness, the pale moon had replaced the sun in the cool summer sky. She stared out of the dark window, wracking her brain to devise a reasonable excuse she could offer to her husband.
She started to pick her clothes off the floor, wondering how she would hide the stench of a thousand cum shots when a voice piped up.
“Leaving Mohini? I don’t think you should.”
Hopeful eyes turned to her.
“It’s already dark out. It would be dangerous to go out at this time, no?” She nodded.
“Plus, this room is still absolutely filthy! Come on, Mohini, why don’t you stay the night here? We can help you clean up early in the morning. Then you can leave early, right?”
“Yeah, come on, stay here tonight!” Another voice chimed in.
The soft moonlight that had wandered in through the cracks in the billowing curtains danced across the bodies and faces. Her eyes wandered to the highlighted erect penises, to their graceful toned bodies.
She dropped her clothes again and walked right back into those eager arms, those lustful eyes and those mischievous, predatory smiles that led to lustful adventures.