LUSTY RUKSHANA GROUP FUN

 My sex life had been a complete failure. Mustaq, my husband, had grown older, but even as a young man, he never really fucked me the way I wanted. When he fucked me, it was with his 5 inch circumcised cock pushed into me without any foreplay, kissing, or embracing. For him, I was a perfect hole.

I fingered myself to orgasm every night, alone in my bed, dreaming about a new boyfriend or loves trashing me, treating me like a whore, and making me cum. My favorite scenario involved my son's best buddies, who frequented our home. Every night, I'd have dreams about him, alone or with others, putting me in all kinds of positions in strange places. But my favorite fantasy was the one in which the young Pranav pushed his throbbing venous young hard prick up into my tight anal orifice while the two other unknown young studs kneaded my firm tits roughly with their large hands, pinching and twisting my hypersensitive nipples while I took turns sucking their rock hard young cocks.

We purchased our air tickets to Lakshadeep with a week's stopover in Kavaratti last year to commemorate our 28th wedding anniversary. There was no haste, no aggression, and above all, no work on the island. We reserved a room in a recently constructed hotel in Kavaratti, capital of Lakshadeep. I could never have predicted how drastically my life would change.

We looked for a local tour guide that afternoon and ended up at the office of an elderly local man who spoke only broken English, with whom we established our plans for the week. We opted to do separate activities so that we could make the most of our limited time together.

Mustaq planned his fishing and snorkeling vacations. The people and the inland aspects of that place piqued my interest. Our guides were then presented to us. Rahim, an elderly fisherman who seemed to know the area like the back of his hand, was to be Mustaq' guide, and William, a coloured teenager on vacation, was to be my chaperon. We went our separate ways after that.

William, who was approximately my height, was calm and observant, only spoke when necessary or when I asked him questions. I decided to go for a lengthy woodland walk throughout the day and then spend the evening at the beach. We returned to the hotel, and I changed out of my traditional "Saree" (traditional indian garment) into shorts and a sleeveless thin cotton blouse with buttons starting just at the edge of the cup of my bras, giving me a very deep plunging neckline in V that displayed my substantial breast cleavage.

We embarked on our trip, and the island was simply magical; lush greenery, chattering birds, and a truly beautiful setting. My blouse was clung to my body and 36 of my big breast and glimpses of areoles could be seen perking out of the lacy red ballonet brassiere as the warm air and exercise caused me to sweat. William was now giving me the attention of a guide, but he was flirting with me instead.

I felt odd because it had been years since I had been wanted. I, too, began playing the game. William seemed nicer, but he still addressed her as "madam." We arrived at a river after two hours of walking, far from the nearest dwelling, and William explained that here was a popular spot for people traveling to stop for a picnic and refresh themselves in the crystal clear rushing river water.

1 followed suit, pulling sandwiches, cokes, and a flask of locally brewed rum from his knapsack. I removed my shoes and sat down against a tree. I started rubbing the sole of my left foot because it was hurting, while William was busy making me a drink; he came over with the drink and offered to continue the massage. I took a sip of the rum/coke cocktail and realized how strong it was. William continued to talk to me while massaging me, and it was only then that I discovered he had recently turned 18 and had taken this job to supplement his income.

His enormous, muscular hands gave me a mystical sensation, especially when he worked from my toe to my thigh. He hesitated at the top of my smooth thigh, his hands remaining inches from from my beautiful cunt. He stared at me and I looked back at him, not saying anything. I stretch my legs totally open, revealing my white lacy translucent panties in full view.

There was no way he could miss this vista from where he was kneeling. I was excited since I knew my hairy bushes would most likely protrude from the underwear. I wanted to present, be seen, and be appreciated. I was dripping wet. After the massage, William urged me to have a swim in the river, assuring me that it was perfectly safe.

I told him that I had not purchased any swimming trunks since I dislike swimming.

"Madam, we swim naked here all the time," he explained.

"I can't do that because I'm married and you're a stranger," she says. I said it in an unimpressive manner.

"Come on, Maam, don't be timid; I'm going to be naked as well," he said.

"Well, if you insist, I'll join you in my underpants as long as you turn around and don't look at me until I'm in the water." I hesitantly stated

He promised me that I would never forget that event with a nod of approval.

When he turned away from me, I began pulling off my top and skirt. My huge tits were exposed indecently, but I couldn't help myself; deep down, I wanted this to happen. I wanted to introduce myself to this adolescent. I dashed into the pool. My nipples hardened as the water became icy. For a little while, I was perplexed. I wondered what he would think of me. Was he switched on or not?

My shoulders remained submerged in water. My underwear became absolutely transparent once wet, exposing every inch of my adult body to this complete stranger. He waved at me as he finished his glass, wondering how cold the water was.

I yelled back, "It's not fair that you're out there while I'm in this frigid water!"

"OK, your wishes are in order, milady," William responded with a smile.

He peeled off his T-shirt and, to my amazement, pulled down his shorts to display a superb brownish penis, which was about 7.5 inches long in its calm state, and he dove into the water. We were soon having a nice time in the water, and I revealed to William that I was not a good swimmer, as many in India, particularly bihari girls, were afraid of sea animals.

"Common Mam, I'll show you how," he eagerly replied.

With water barely above his knee level, he turned to face me and tended his hand to me.

"Hold my hands and relax, letting your body float away on its own"

I knelt in the water, placed my hands in his, and did as he said. I was entranced by this golden brown piece of meat, which had now grown to monstrous proportions, and his powerful muscular arms were constantly pulling me deeper into the water. That gigantic dick was even bigger than the biggest dick I'd ever seen in a movie. My eyes were just half a metre away, analyzing every detail, the foreskin was stretching at the back, and the cock head was huge and ferociously red. I was unsure if I could swallow such a large dick because the shaft was so long and thick. By this time, I was totally stirred.

We emerged from the water. William made another drink for me as well as one for himself. I downed the rum quickly and began drying myself in front of him. My underpants, which were entirely transparent, were still on. Every inch of my body was apparent through the wet laces; my huge areoles, my thick black bush of curly pubic, nothing was left to the imagination.

My sexual desire was building up as usual as I became tipsy. I was curious to see how far my mind could go. My cunt was very wet, and I wanted to put myself totally on display to this hungry youngster, whose massive cock stood at a 90-degree angle to his waist, revealing his state of ecstasy.

My shaking fingers fiddled with the hooks of my lacy bra as I stared him down. He appeared to be frozen for a brief moment. I proceeded to unhook the front clasp and free my tits from their confinement. My lovely nipples stood out boldly in all their magnificence as they surged out. The breeze over my tits gave me a tiny goose flesh, firming up my large breast even more.

William's cock had hardened to the point where it was almost touching his slender belly. At the apex of the mushroom-shaped cock head, a tiny line of pre-cum was forming. I rubbed my tits slowly with a hand while still facing him, lifting them one by one and making sure I was giving him a good show. I slowly took off my panties after my upper body, keeping the conversation continuing to ensure that his gaze was on me. He was unable to continue speaking normally as the first strands of my pubis began to show. For a time, he murmured, his huge black eyes nearly protruding from its lobe. He was transfixed, and I was pleased with myself.

I was well aware that I was behaving in a slutish manner, but I was completely enjoying myself. I sat on a low rock, stretched my legs completely open, and gently stroked the towel across my vagina, moving my labia and wiping my protruding lips. I felt sorry for him since I knew his balls would be throbbing from being aroused for more than 30 minutes. I hurriedly put on my shirt and skirt and smiled at him.

When I was about to put my shoes on, he excused himself, stating he needed to check on some traps he had left on his previous trip. I waited for him for a long, wondering if I should have made a move... Was it just me, or was I getting old and unattractive?

He had been gone for 15 minutes when I decided to follow the same path he had taken, and to my surprise, he was masturbating from a large rock where he couldn't see me at all. I caught a glimpse of him from the side, his hands swaying back and forth on his big cock. This was too much for me, so I lifted my skirt and inserted my forefinger into my still sticky pussy; by the time he started spurting his thick drips of cum, I had three fingers deep within my pussy.

I kept a close eye on him till a drop of cum spilled from his still-erect cock. My orgasm must have lasted 10 solid seconds because I had came as well, and it was so hard that my legs were trembling. I took a few more seconds to relax before rushing to our picnic spot and waiting for him to return. He was still naked when he arrived, but his penis had become flaccid again. He changed back into his shorts and resumed his walk. I still wanted to tease him, so I left three of my blouse's five buttons undone.

I was thrilled to be seen and felt quite desirable despite my age when a large bulge reappeared in his loose short. I began asking personal questions about him, such as whether he had a girlfriend, and so on. I recounted about a time when, despite having girlfriends, we could truly fuck about because all we did was hug, kiss, and fondle one other. He has a girlfriend, but he has never had intercourse with her before, and as he turned away from me, he confessed, "Maam, you know...I'm still a virgin."

"Please stop calling me Man, call me Ruksana," I responded with a smile as I glanced at him.

I convinced myself that after all these squandered years (sexually), I should give this lad a chance. Just be aware of how it feels to fuck a different cock. Nobody would ever know about it, and it would keep sex safe because we were both clean and he was a virgin... When we got to the beach, I asked William where I could get some swimwear (for now I had a coach).

He led me to a tourist shop, which I entered. I could sense his excitement to make the decision for me in his eyes. I chose a green one and went into the changing room to put it on; much to my surprise, he followed me in. I stripped entirely and changed into the trunk, which was a whole piece; he opened the curtain and gave a disapproving head.

"Well, it appears that you don't like this one, so go get something else," I said.

"OK, just hang on, seen something that you give this lovely body its right worth," he remarked, clearly delighted by my statement.

He snatched the green one and left me naked in the booth while I blushed.

"Try this," he suggested as he pushed something through the curtain.

I was horrified when I saw it; it was a two-piece bikini with a thong and a "patch" that would just cover my enormous areoles, I complained.

"This would barely fit my breasts....and the thong is too thin for my."

"You know, I'm Indian, and we Indians always wear conservative clothing that hides our silhouettes," I explained.

He put his finger to my lips and said, "Ruksana, you would do what I say."

I was taken aback by the way he addressed me, but things were starting to heat up.

"Try it, I'm sure it'll be alright; after all, you're not in Bihar, and nobody here knows who you are......" "I really want to see you in this," he stated emphatically. You're going to look stunning in those.

My aisles thick bush were revealed, my enormous areoles were visible, the edges of my tits were visible, and I was right, the bikini set did not hide anything or nearly everything. I told myself that no one here knows who I am, so what the hell, I'm going to get this trunk and see if I can draw attention to myself.

When we arrived at the packed beach, William invited me to strip down to my bikini and meet his buddies. I complied and followed a group of six men, all of different colors, who looked like typical tropical beach bums. I was presented to them as one of his "friends," not as one of his clients.

"Guys, you're going to enjoy this lady, she's a very nice lady," he remarked. I was curious as to what he meant by it.

"Guys, she's only here for 7 days and she'd like to make the most of them; how can we assist her?"

"Well, you know how much you can do in 7 days...how about just playing around on Agatti Island?" David (one of the guys) mentioned something.

"That sounds fantastic; how far is it from here?" Without knowing what Agatti Island was, I responded.

"Not far," a younger man answered, "but looking at you, I'm sure you'd enjoy it."

I was perplexed by his response, but I agreed to go sailing...

Tanveer was an older gentleman who chauffeured us around in a speed boat, where we were all crammed in next to each other. I was nearly naked and surrounded by seven attractive males. It was clear that they were all attempting to get a shot at me. My nipples were protruding through the thin fabric of my bikini top as a result of my eagerness.

We arrived on the island 45 minutes later, and what surprised me was that they all stripped down to their underwear before disembarking. I looked at William, who was perplexed, and he said,

"Ruksana, Agatti Island is a nudist beach; you'll have to leave right now," he said, not so much informing as demanding.

God only knows how much effort it took to undress and join them on the beach. Being in the company of seven nudists was an incredible experience. They were all varied shapes, some with medium-sized dicks and others with tools as large as William's, and they were all completely erect. I was completely horny myself.

I swam and played beach volley for the remainder of the afternoon. I felt hands on my pussy every time the boys would pull in the water and hold me. We went to relax on the grass in the afternoon, and as I lay down, Tanveer, the "Captain," came up to me and said, "Ruksana, come to me." I'm going to show you something you haven't seen before."

He extended his hands to me, beckoning me in. "What you want to show me, Tanveer," I murmured, holding his hand.

"Ruksana, it's only 200 meters away, there's a natural spring water down in a cave, you'll be secure with me"

I followed him, still nude, because he sounded reassuring. We met several nudists along the way, verifying that the island was truly a nudist paradise. I studied every cock I came across, especially the little ones. It was a chance I didn't want to miss out on.

We arrived at the cave, which was only lit by a blazing flame. There were three more people inside, but room was restricted, so we were only a few meters away from them. The lady, like me, was a gorgeous brunette european in her early forties, and the guys were certainly European, but I could tell where they were from. The lady was resting against the shorter man, while the other was nibbling her lips in front of her. They seemed unconcerned about our presence and went about their business.

Tanveer brought me in and made me sit on a low rock since the water was sweet(not like sea water) and calming. I was submerged up to my shoulder, and he was submerged up to his torso.

"Close your eyes, Ruksana," says Tanveer.

I didn't want to, but I had no choice (as I wanted to want the threesome).

I felt his enormous rough hands begin to rub my shoulders as I closed my eyes. I opened my eyes to find his cock rubbing against my ear lobe; it wasn't as huge as William's, but it was definitely bigger than Mustaq'. I began turning my head in such a way that it pressed against my cheek. Each time my cheek came into contact with the cock, it grew larger until the cock head mushroomed out and came into contact with me. Tanveer had figured out what I wanted and began stroking me in little circular motions against my back with his penis in one hand; I could feel the firmness of his penis. What amazed me was Tanveer's ability to achieve such a spectacular erection at the age of 60.

The other guys were keeping an eye on us. I wasn't acting slutty in front of this stranger, but I was in front of others. Tanveer gazed at me with approval in his eyes, and I said nothing but stared at him. He understood, and he took a seat on the rock where I had been sitting before, holding me on my sides and guiding me to him. We started "sucking-face" the minute he put his big lips against mine and pushed his tongue to meet mine. Meanwhile, I was loving the sensation of his cock at the entrance to my cunt until I couldn't take it any longer, so I sat on it slowly, making sure I felt the friction against the walls of my pussy. It was a much bigger cock than my husband's, and I could feel the erect cock all the way up to my womb after I pushed myself down completely. I began riding him in slow, regular strokes, sliding up each time to feel his thick shaft press against my damp cunt. I was in ecstasy, the master of the ritual, deciding how I wanted to feel him piercing me with each stroke. I feared his rigid member would break with my fucking so rapidly before I climaxed, but it stood the test until I felt him pour his thick semen into my contracting pussy. He was astounded, as did I, and I went berserk for a bit. I leaned against his big shoulders, my erect nipples pressed against his lips, begging him to nibble. That's something I like after sex.

The other males were also fucking the european lady, but I was certain that both of them were doing so at the same time, unlike me. But I was too horny to care; Tanveer was doing a great job nipping and crushing my tits, and I was proud of him. He spoke for 25 minutes, during which time I came three times due to the day's excitement. I felt terrible about cheating one Mustaq as I walked out of that cavern. Tanveer sensed it and clenched his fists against his abdomen till we arrived at the boys.

I was certain Tanveer informed them he had fucked me after speaking to them in his local dialect. The way the boys flirted with me on the approach to the main land confirmed my suspicions that Tanveer had told them everything. But I was unconcerned; in fact, I was prepared for them...

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