Chapter 4

I wasn’t happy about it but had to accept the fact that Suman was perfectly happy if not incredibly content with sharing herself with both Bob and me. Sometimes she’d snuggle into my lonely bed, allowing me to show how much I loved her, but more often I knew she would also make herself at home in Bob’s bed, skipping classes and ignoring me in favor of his over-the-top lust fueled fucking.

Yet more often, maybe two or three times a week, Bob and I would get a message to return to his place. Thanks to his high placement in the family-owned business we’d skip off after lunch and make ourselves at home between her open thighs. I loved the girl and felt hurt but, truth be told, I lusted for her even more than Bob. No way I could allow my broken heart to get in the way of my upstanding cock and always full set of balls.

Life seemed good until the boundaries of all, Suman and Bob and me, were completely shattered by the introduction of another girl. This other person was Reeta, a second cousin or something who had become a part of Suman’s daily life. Reeta’s own family had returned to Pakistan for varied vague reasons but wanted Reeta to finish her schooling in the US. She’d moved in with Suman’s family, sharing Suman’s bedroom and forcing Suman’s younger sister to sleep with the parents.

Perhaps not such a bad thing, cousins and uncles were a part of life, but Suman openly resented Reeta’s presence. While I had only occasionally talked with Reeta over the past year Suman had to live with the girl and she never lacked in complaints about the cousin’s stuck-up and selfish attitude.

Reeta was also to be a senior in high school and there was rarely a day Suman didn’t mention Reeta and her selfish ways. Seventeen and soon to graduate from high school, Suman said Reeta bragged about going to a private university in Southern California. Her SAT score was very high, her clothing and shoes very expensive, and of course everything Suman owned or did was hardly worth paying any attention to.

Reeta claimed to be pure, having never dated or even been kissed. Though Reeta had always seemed nice enough when I’d run into her, Suman grumbled that Reeta always held herself above Suman and her improvised western ways and clothing. For example, Reeta supposedly sneered at Suman’s willingness to walk in the open while wearing loose western clothes. Worse was that Suman went jogging in flimsy shorts, showing off her lower buttocks. Suman was seen as low, common, and Reeta felt offended that she had to share a room with a girl like Suman, a house with the lesser family, and in the worst part of the city at that.

Suman disparaged the snotty cousin but she took it all with a good sense of humor, so at the end of each long session of loving (me) and rapacious sex (Bob), Suman would mention the latest stupid and selfish thing Reeta had said or done. Just as often, while cleaning the river of freshly deposited semen flowing from her voracious and well used pussy, Suman would mention how the perfect Miss Reeta didn’t know what she was missing in her attempt to remain pure before marriage.

So the story went. Little did Bob or I know.

Then, one early September afternoon, school back on and the summer heat still foremost in our thoughts, all of our assumptions were shown to be an illusion, a fake narrative.

Bob and I had arrived late to his place from some delivery run, finding Suman pacing back and forth in his newly painted front room.

“Oh,” she cried. “The worst thing has happened. I am ruined and I am so scared.”

She ran to me, fear contorting her normally beautiful face. This was odd and not at all like the strong and demanding Suman we knew. Bob and I had missed Suman, the girl having gone days without seeing either of us. I’d texted but received only bland replies, and now she was shaking from some great event that had shaken her world. And of course that event was her involvement with us.

“Reeta. The bitch,” Suman spit out, still holding tight to me. “She was waiting. She knew and she was waiting last Sunday. When I left your rooms in the late morning she was across the street, at the bus stop. Not waiting for a bus but waiting for me. She claimed to have followed me and listened at the door for an hour while we were together.

“Oh, David. She knows where you live. She knows and the evil thing is claiming all power over me. She will tell my father. Oh, he will be so mad at me. That cannot happen and Reeta knows it. She is evil. She has already made me do things. With you such things are normal but not with her. She has made me do such things. It is so wrong but I have no power. I don’t know what to do. Oh, David. I’m so sorry but I’m so afraid.”

It actually went on longer than that, Suman’s tears being interspersed with invectives toward this evil cousin of hers. We sat and talked, trying to find out what more Reeta knew and how she was abusing or blackmailing Suman, but Suman couldn’t, or wouldn’t, provide any more details.

In the most loving and caring fashion, given that we had no better ideas, Bob and I stripped Suman of her clothing and sandwiched her between us. She argued and fought us, spitting like an angry kitten but didn’t have the energy to oppose our hunger for her. We each pulled one of her thighs over our hips, taking turns fucking the girl’s pussy while devoting our mouths to sucking her firm oval tits and kissing her most beautiful face.

She moaned and whined from the almost two hours of constant loving, tears flowing from her eyes, the girl kissing our mouths and sucking our cum-slathered cocks as she growled for more. Yet even with the hard hosing of her pussy and the river of semen that flowed from that tight twat of hers, our devotion to her pleasure never quieted her fear of what her cousin knew.

We showered together, with me kissing every part of the girl’s body while Bob refused to back on nasty references to her pussy never being fully free from the millions of sperm that swam inside of her garden of delight. Afterwards I drove her partially home, allowing her to walk alone that last block, wishing only that Bob and I could do something about her traitorous cousin.

The next time we met as a threesome we discussed options on how to keep cousin Reeta in line. Mostly we thought of getting some dirt on Reeta. Maybe a story at school we could dig up or Suman could plant some drugs in Reeta’s purse. It was Suman who brought up the possibility of getting photographs of Reeta in a compromising position.

“Yes. Show the girl opening her thighs to a dog. A big dog. Nothing new for her I think. Photographs of such a thing would make her faint and I could control her like a bug.”

Bob was a bit shocked but unsure of where we could find such a willing dog. That’s when Suman reached over to handle Bob’s only partially softened dick, the contents of his balls still marinating within Suman’s loins.

“Then how about you? A photograph of the pure Reeta being impaled on your manhood would be enough. Her face and your mountain of flesh, maybe with your semen dripping down her white thighs would be all we need.”

Another hour in bed and some nasty thoughts of what no girl could talk about in public and we had a plan. A simple plan but still easier said than done. It all depended on the supposed date-rape drug Bob had stored away with a pack of largely-ignored condoms. Suman had thought a bottle of wine would be enough but mention of Bob’s most illicit and unethical substance made Suman giggle with glee.

Just to be sure on Friday afternoon Suman volunteered to give the liquid a taste, adding a few drops to some soda. It took ten minutes but she lost all control of her body. She hadn’t agreed to how we made use of her body over the following hour but the demon in both of us took over. Just simple sex, fucking what seemed to be a drugged or unconscious girl with a dildo worked into her ass. Apart from our illicit use of Suman’s body while she was drugged the worst of the experience for her was a sick stomach and headache.

It turned out that Suman was never fully unconscious but was vague on the details of what was being done to her. Suman’s memories were filled with clouded recollections of sounds and what was going on around her, though she did have some sense of having her clit sucked on by one of us.

It was both of us, though I enjoyed the act far more than Bob. It was no secret that most of everything he did with a girl was fuck, have her suck his softened dick, and then fuck some more. I thought him crude but Suman didn’t mind since the man did that single thing very well and for very long periods of time.

Suman also remembered the dildo and that one of us, Bob, had pulled her naked ass up and poured a half-bottle of warm beer into her defenseless pussy. He used the long-necked bottle as a second dildo and her body wound up covered with the sticky beverage. Rather than cursing him Suman told him to try it again when she could be a more conscious participant in the act.

In the end Suman approved use of the drug. Apart from her headache and feelings of nausea we considered the trial a success.

According to Suman Reeta had been badgering her to introduce her to the man she believed Suman was having an affair with. Suman had resisted, not wanting to bring me into the fray, but on Saturday the two of them walked to my place. I invited them in, offered tea, cursed Reeta for falsely accusing Suman of having sex with me, and swore that Suman was only a friend who dropped by once in a while to have tea.

To my surprise Reeta laughed and seemed genuinely interested in me and my feelings for Suman. She had a good attitude, biting her lip and looking at me with her almond eyes and mentioning that she’d always wished I had asked her out. Yet before our conversation could go further Reeta began to sag, her eyes closing, words blurring, and then down to darkness.

Then on to step two in our evil plan.

Bob came in from where he’d been hiding in my small bedroom. With Suman’s oversight we stripped Reeta of all her very conservative clothing, all but a simple head-wrap Suman claimed Reeta rarely took off. The girl was fine looking, with the full rounded tits of an older teen but thin pussy lips, very thin and pink when compared to Suman’s thick and very dark brown lips. Reeta’s trimmed pubes, small slender mound, and brilliant pink slit were beautiful and caused my cock to stiffen as we forced open her white thighs. Reeta’s skin was a good shade lighter than Suman’s, something Suman said Reeta held out as proof of her special background and privilege. Yet laying there, naked on my bed, Reeta seemed just another sexy piece of pussy ready to be made use of.

This time our ravishing of the seemingly incoherent girl was all done for Suman’s good. Bob was given the principal task of doing the dirty work while I took photographs. While any phone camera could have worked, I happened to have a couple of decent quality digital cameras, my favorite being a Canon Powershot. I’d taken a lot of photos of Suman but all of those were for my eyes only. This time I needed shots including Reeta’s face while Bob’s near-black cock was planted in one or another parts of her body. Not easily done given that Reeta was as limber as an overcooked noodle, but we got the job done.

Suman was worried as only a girl could be about Bob being able to fit his oversized dong into Reeta’s virgin pussy. We used some olive oil to wet down the girl’s slit, Suman amazing me when she used two fingers to push the oil deep up the unconscious girl’s hole.

Bob held tight to Reeta’s thigh as he slowly worked his way into her, his cock splitting her lightly furred labia and disappearing within her sacred feminine space. Then Bob surprised me when he picked Reeta’s limp ass up and pushed his iron rod a little deeper into the girl, pumping with vigor as his rod disappeared into her unresponsive body. Balls deep, then a half dozen noisy wet thrusts, his fat ball sac literally being shoved into Reeta’s perfect round ass.

Holding his crotch tight within the girl’s open white thighs, Bob turned to Suman and said, “No virgin. A nice feel to her, sure is fuckable, but she’s been around.”