Tammy's Craving For Indian Cocks And Cum - Part One free porn video

This story is being written for and at the request of a married couple, Tammy and Rick, who just completed an adventurous and sexually intense vacation in India. I am using their voices to relate the events as accurately as possible. Rick will begin, providing a context for their trip, and then Tammy will narrate the events in India.

Rick’s Story

My name is Rick, and I consider myself to be the luckiest man in the world. I met Tammy, the woman who would become my wife, at a wedding when she was almost eighteen years old and I was almost twenty-three. I was struck not only by her beauty, but also her vivacious personality and upbeat attitudes about life. The wedding was in a small town in Washington state, and I lived in Oregon at the time.

Tammy is five feet and ten inches tall, weighed about one hundred and thirty pounds at that time, and her breasts were 36Ds. She is pretty, and I think she looks a lot like the actress Blake Lively, especially with her long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. It was easy to see that most other men, both young and old, were attracted to her and I knew that I had to make her my wife.

She was attracted to me too, even though I’m only five feet and eight inches tall, but I am muscular and weighed about one hundred and eighty pounds at that time. I found out later that she likes my light-olive skin tone and Spanish heritage. I think the main thing is that our personalities are very complementary.

For the first several months after meeting her, we talked by phone, and I made a couple of other trips to see her, but I eventually moved to be near her. We started dating and our sex lives were amazing. I couldn’t get enough of her fantastic pussy, ass and breasts, and she liked my thick, uncircumcised, six-inch cock, that is dark-olive in color. I never liked having a long foreskin that much, but she loves it.

Tammy attracts attention from men wherever we go, and she loves being appreciated by them. I’m not the jealous type, and I like how turned-on she gets when other men show their desire for her.

We got married when Tammy was nineteen and I was twenty-four, but we didn’t start having kids until she was twenty-two. Our lives were typical of young married couples, at least until the years passed and she was thirty-two and I was thirty-seven, with two children. We never used birth control, and the rhythm method worked well for us over the years.

With motherhood and the passage of time, Tammy’s body has matured to what it is today at thirty-eight years old, with her weighing one hundred and forty pounds and having 38DD breasts. She’s tall and carries the weight well, and I just love her pendulous tits, long legs, and amazing, full ass. Her sexy, mature body is obviously attractive to others.

Our neighbors are also a married couple about our ages, and the wife has a friend named Kate, who used to hang out with them a lot of the time. Kate was twenty years old and very pretty and seemed to be kind of wild and fancy free. We really liked Kate, and she often hung out at our home, where we would share a few beers with her.

Kate ended up being the catalyst causing a sexual awakening for Tammy and me, one which would involve others in our sex lives. One Saturday when I had taken our kids to the park, Kate came over to see Tammy. After having a couple of beers, Kate started talking about a friend of hers who is a lesbian. Tammy became very interested in that for some reason, and asked Kate numerous leading questions.

As Tammy described it to me, one thing led to another, and they were soon kissing and feeling each other up, which led to full-blown lesbian sex. It turned out that Kate had been so attracted to Tammy in general, and especially her breasts, that she had initiated the conversation about her lesbian friend, just to see if she could entice Tammy to have sex with her.

I was excited when Tammy told me about the encounter, and she was relieved that I thought it was hot. We had great sex that night, as Tammy told me about Kate’s sexy body and how she tasted. With my blessing, Tammy met with Kate again, but that time she told Kate that I knew everything, and that I wanted to watch them together. Kate agreed, and when we all met that third time, I was invited to have sex with her as well.

Those encounters with Kate opened our eyes to the pleasure of having sex with others, but we soon had to cool the relationship with her. She was becoming obsessed with having sex with us. Her behavior got so disturbing that we were worried that our neighbors or others would find out about our indiscretions, so we ended our relationship with her.

After my experiences fucking Kate, I thought it was only fair if Tammy had a chance to fuck other men, and that’s when we started thinking about involving other men or even couples in our sex lives. We decided that since we are from a small town and wanted to protect our privacy, we would only pursue meeting with others when we were out of town, either on vacation or other times away from home.

We had never heard the term ‘pregnancy-risk fucking’, but that is really what we had been doing for our whole lives together. So, when we started talking about Tammy fucking other men, we just naturally decided to do it with no protection, other than the rhythm method. It was exciting thinking about other men ejaculating into her unprotected pussy.

Our first opportunity came on a weekend getaway at a resort in Idaho, with Tammy’s parents watching the kids back at home. Tammy had been talking a lot about how she gets so turned-on when men stare at her and make comments about her appearance, and she wanted to see what would happen if she purposely exposed herself to a passing stranger.

There is an open walkway that goes past our room at the resort, and we left the curtain open as Tammy had a towel around her waist, and nothing on top, standing in front of the mirror. An average looking, older man, probably in his late forties walked by the room, when she was standing with her breasts uncovered. The man boldly stood there watching as Tammy’s breasts swayed and jiggled in front of her, as he rubbed his crotch, even though he saw me sitting close by in a chair.

That was to be her first encounter with another man since we were married, and she nervously waved him into the room. He walked in, and I closed the curtain as he said, “Pardon me for watching you like that, mam, but you’re absolutely gorgeous. Your husband here is a lucky man.”

Tammy smiled and stepped closer to the man, with her breasts still uncovered, as she said, “Thank you for the compliment. We were wondering if anyone would notice me standing here like this, and it looks like I got your attention. My husband has been wanting to see me with another man, and this is your lucky night. Come on over and sit on the bed with me, so we can get better acquainted.”

The man was excited and kept staring at her breasts as he sat on the bed next to her. Tammy teasingly asked, “Do you really like them? Would you like to give my twins a taste?”

She cradled his head in her arm as he leaned over to suck her right areola and nipple, as she began rubbing his crotch. His cock was already rock hard, and Tammy giggled as she said, “Oh, this is very nice. I can feel that you’re happy to be with me.”

That’s when he said, “Oh my goodness, I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d ever be with a woman like you. You’re beautiful and your breasts taste wonderful. I could suck them for hours.”

Tammy pushed him back on the bed and turned around in a side-by-side sixty-nine, as she said, “I’d like to get a taste of you too.”

He easily removed her towel and found that she was naked underneath, as she began unfastening his shorts. He leaned in and started sucking her pussy, and she finally got his shorts and underwear off, before leaning in to take his cock into her mouth. It is uncircumcised, thicker than my cock, and about seven inches long. He also has egg-sized low-hanging balls. It was so erotic watching her have oral sex with a stranger, and I dropped my shorts and began stroking my cock.

They sucked one another for about five minutes, until Tammy rolled away and said, “Fuck me with your thick, hard cock, sweetie. I need to feel you inside of me right now.”

The man turned around in the bed, but before he shoved his cock into her, he asked, “You want me to fuck you bareback? You don’t want me to wear a condom? Aren’t you worried about being impregnated?”

Tammy pulled his face down to kiss him, and then said, “I love cum, and I want to feel your cum shooting into my married pussy. I should be in my safe time, so fuck me, sweetie, and fuck me hard.”

The expression on his face was priceless as he shoved his thick cock in and felt the wetness and tightness of Tammy’s pussy. The idea of fucking an unprotected married woman bareback must have been a huge turn-on for him. Tammy can spread her long legs wide and flat, so that stranger had full access to her adulterous cunt. He fucked her hard and fast, but only lasted about three minutes because of the excitement of fucking a woman like Tammy, and since she had been sucking his cock.

He ejaculated hard and filled her pussy with his cum, before rolling off to the side. Then he looked on as Tammy scooped some of his cum out with her fingers to eat it, before looking at me and saying, ‘Come and fuck me now, honey, while my pussy is so slick and full of our friend’s tasty lubricant.”

The man lay down next to her and began sucking her breast, as I fucked Tammy to a huge orgasm in only a couple of minutes. The excitement of watching her fuck another man for the first time had me close to cumming before we even started fucking. The stranger stayed in bed with us for another hour, sucking her breasts and fingering her pussy, until we told him it was time for him to go.

Tammy fucked two other men that weekend, and we realized that she was most excited about fucking other men in spontaneous situations, when they weren’t expecting it, and with me watching, since I really appreciate being married to a hot wife like her. Tammy, the usually conservative soccer mom, really loves turning into a slut when we’re out of town.

She was never picky either, and preferred to be with normal men, whether younger or older, and even those less attractive, whose cocks got rock hard at just the idea that they had a chance to be with a beautiful woman like her. Those men appreciate her body, even if it wasn’t perfect anymore. She didn’t want to put up with the egos or judgmental attitudes of men who thought they were God’s gift to women.

Our practice of Tammy being fucked bareback, using the rhythm method, was successful for a long time, but she accidently got pregnant a year ago, at the age of thirty-seven. The timing was such that we weren’t sure whether I was the father or not. We weren’t devastated by that, though, since Tammy loves making beautiful babies, and is a good mother. And, I must admit that I love the way her breasts get bigger and fuller when she’s pregnant and nursing.

Tammy is thirty-eight now, and we have had over a dozen other encounters since that first time in Idaho; sometimes with individual men, and at other times with couples. Couples are a lot of fun, since Tammy usually enjoys being with the other women, as well as their husbands, as much as I enjoy the opportunity to fuck the other women. I also found out along the way, that I really enjoy eatingher out after other men fuck her.

My cock is about average in size and pleasing to Tammy, but my cum loads aren’t very big. We learned in meeting with those other men that she really loves the big cum loads shooting into her mouth and pussy. She also loves the bigger cocks, especially those that are a lot thicker than mine, as well as the men with larger and low-hanging balls. She likes feeling those big testicles slapping against her thighs, pussy and ass when she’s being fucked.

We were both very happy with our lifestyle of having unprotected sexual relations with strangers, despite the risk that gave us a third child; but something happened that gave her a craving for something more exotic. Over the past year so, Tammy has been watching some cooking shows on TV, which gave her the idea of us taking a vacation to India. Now is a good time for her to take over the story, so she can explain her motivation for the trip, and to describe our actual trip.

Tammy’s Story

I love the way Rick is still so smitten with me and the way he worships my body, even after nineteen years of marriage and having our third child only four months ago. He especially loves my big breasts when I’m nursing, since they increase to 38DDDs, and he likes to suckle me. It is even more special that he has allowed me to spread my wings and legs sexually and lets me enjoy all those other men and even some women.

He is correct in saying that I love his uncut cock, but I also love that his genitals are dark-olive in color. That just seems so erotic to me, and over the past six years that I have been fucking other men, I couldn’t help thinking about fucking exotic men of color. Our part of the country is very ‘white bread’, and even though there are a few African-American men around, I wanted to try fucking men from an altogether different nationality and culture.

I’ve always been interested in the foods of different cultures, and about a year ago I started watching TV shows featuring Indian cuisine. I like their food, and admire the way the Indian women dress, with their beautiful sari (also spelled saree) dresses, exotic makeup, and jewelry. After watching those shows for a while, I noticed the skinny, dark-skinned Indian men in the background, helping prepare the food. Since I had been fucking other men for several years by then, I was becoming obsessed with the idea of fucking some of those exotic men.

That’s when Rick and I started talking about taking a long vacation to India. We looked online and found photos of skinny Indian men with thick, uncircumcised cocks, anywhere between six to ten inches long. The thickness and tasty-looking foreskins are the most attractive to me, and I fantasized about sucking and fucking them. We found videos of Indian men and women fucking, and I thought many of those women are beautiful, even if many of them are a little over weight.

We did other research as well, and found articles about the Indian sexual culture, and stories on some of the porn websites. One story on the Lush Stories website really got our attention, and it is entitled, ‘White Wife Impregnated in India’. We knew that it likely wasn’t a true story, but it seemed to be well-researched and explained many things about Indian culture that rang true with the other research we were doing.

It seemed like, because of their more restrictive and conservative culture, Indian men were unusually horny, and they also favored fucking lighter-skinned women. That’s why skin-lightening products are a big industry there. One thing that really got me excited was a survey I found. The survey showed that of all the reasons that Indian men were attracted to women, the overwhelmingly largest attraction is big breasts.

Other articles focusing on the cultural differences purported that Indian men are especially attracted to Western women, and Americans in particular, since they are perceived to have looser morals and are easy to fuck.

Something else that got my attention, is an article stating that the darker-skinned men from the Tamil region of Southern India have, on average, larger cocks than men in the north, and are some of the largest cocks in the world. That would be hard to prove, but from the cock pictures we saw of dark-skinned Indian men, it seemed to be plausible to us

And as if the big cocks weren’t enough to get my pussy wet, one article we read said that some Indian men eat certain herbs and spices to help increase their semen volume and sperm quantity. I liked that, since I love eating cum, and feeling it shoot into my mouth and pussy.

The more I learned about India, the more I wanted to go there. I wanted to experience their culture, mostly in the non-touristy places, dress like the women there, and even try to entice some of the men to fuck me. I just hoped that they wouldn’t resent me for wearing saris and think that I was trying to appropriate their culture.

I knew that I would stand out as a pretty, tall, buxom, blonde-haired, and blue-eyed woman there, but I still hoped that I wouldn’t be resented by the Indian women or even some of the men, in case I was violating some social norms that I wasn’t even aware of.

Rick has a good career and supports our family so that we live comfortably, but we are by no means rich. So, we planned to economize on our trip and take advantage of rail transportation and a rental car, as much as possible, and to stay in low-cost hostels when they are available. Our plans fit well with our desire to mingle with common people as much as possible, even planning to rent rooms with some villagers in the farming areas we planned to visit.

We were going for a seventeen-day trip to India. My parents watched our kids, and since I was still nursing our four-month-old daughter, I used my breast pump to store enough breast milk in the refrigerator and freezer to last for the whole trip. I brought along a manual breast pump, so I could relieve the pressure on my breasts during the trip.

My periods had become irregular and far between with me lactating, but we timed our trip, so I would be in what we thought was the least-fertile part of my cycle for the trip. Although, we both knew that it was remotely possible to be fertile any time in that period.

Rick had too work through the night on the day before our trip, to finish up a project. For that reason, he was exhausted when we got to the Seattle airport to begin our sixteen-hour flight to New Delhi, which is in Northern India. We had reserved center and window seats, and he took the window, so he could sleep.

I was wearing black stretch pants that made my legs, ass, and camel toe look fantastic; as well as a tight, white yoga top with a black, thin, zippered sweatshirt coverup. My swollen, lactating breasts looked huge in that top, especially the way they were tenting my coverup.

There was a pleasant looking, dark-skinned, middle-aged, Indian man sitting in the aisle seat next to me. He talked with Rick and me at the beginning of the flight, and we learned that his name is Kadal. He is a businessman and was returning to his company’s home office in New Delhi, before flying home to Chennai.

Kadal is short, like many Indian men are, and skinny, what we would call wiry looking. His wavy, black hair is graying on the sides, and he couldn’t keep his dark-brown, almost black, eyes off my bulging breasts. He was talking mostly with me, and his attention was making my pussy wet, especially since he looks like many of the Indian men I had seen in those videos.

The plane’s cabin was darkened soon after takeoff, except for areas lit by people who had reading lights on, and Rick fell asleep about an hour into the flight. I covered us up with a blanket, and there was enough extra material that Kadal pulled it over him too. Kadal continued talking quietly with me, almost whispering, when he saw that Rick was asleep.

I was telling him all of the places we would be visiting on our trip, and he whispered, in broken English with his charming Indian accent, “You must be very careful in your travels in India. There are many horny Indian men who would take advantage of such a beautiful, tall, blonde lady like you.”

It was obvious that he was trying to flatter me, and I decided to tease him a little. I twisted in my seat, turning slightly towards him, and put my hand on his arm under the blanket. I smiled, trying to let him know that I wasn’t worried about horny men, and said, “Thank you so much, Kadal. Do you really think I’m beautiful? And don’t you think that Rick will be able to protect me from those horny men?

He smiled, and placed his hand on mine, as he replied, “Oh my yes, Tammy, you are truly beautiful in every way, and you will be every man’s dream in India. Rick might be able to keep you safe, but only when he is with you and wide awake.”

I wasn’t sure if he was trying to make a move on me or not, but I decided to let his comment drop, and I said, “Thanks for the warning, Kadal, but I have a feeling that we’ll be okay.”

My hand was still on Kadal’s arm, and his hand was still on my mine, not too far from my pendulous right breast. I didn’t try to pull my hand back or push his away, and instead lay my head back on the seat like I was going to take a little nap.

He began to softly rub my hand with his, and he waited a few minutes to see if I would object. When I said nothing and didn’t try to pull my hand away, he gently pressed the back of his hand against my breast. I opened my eyes, staring right into his eyes, and smiled before closing my eyes again. That was all the encouragement he needed, since he pulled back my coverup, and cupped my breast with his hand.

I wasn’t that worried about leaking milk, since I had expressed my breast milk before leaving home, and I loved the way he was fondling and squeezing my breast. I slowly moved my hand down to his crotch and began rubbing what felt like a very hard and sizeable cock in his pants.

Kadal scooted forward in his seat and leaned back, giving me better access to his cock. I began unzipping his pants as he pulled up my top, and fortunately our fondling was hidden from view under the blanket. He used his other hand to help me with his zipper, and in only a few seconds I had his hard, dripping cock in my hand. I felt his rubbery foreskin and the first oozes of his precum, as I gripped his shaft and mushroom head and began stroking it. His cock is thicker than Rick’s and felt like it’s an inch or two longer.

He continued fondling my breast with one hand and moved the other down between my legs, rubbing my thick vulva. I was getting wet and smelled my pussy as he massaged my pussy lips and clit. Most of the other passengers were either sleeping or focused on their reading, so no one noticed the slight movements under our blanket.

I still had my eyes closed and was enjoying stroking his big cock, when I felt his hot breath on my ear as he asked, “Will you go to the lavatory with me, pretty lady? I have some American currency left from my trip, and I’d be happy to give it to you.”

He was still breathing in my ear as I opened my eyes, and I saw that he had four, fifty-dollar bills in his hand. I was offended at first that he was treating me like a whore, but the more I thought about it, the more it turned me on. The extra money would help with the expenses on our trip, and it felt so erotic to be used by him for money.

I turned my head towards him, and kissed him on the lips, pressing my tongue into his mouth. He reacted by kissing me back the same way, and he knew he had his answer. He zipped up his pants and I pulled down my shirt, before I whispered, “You go first, and I’ll follow in a minute or so. We don’t want to make this too obvious.”

Kadal got up and headed back to the lavatory, and I glanced over at Rick. I was sure that he had been sleeping, but he was awake and smiling at me, as he whispered, “Come and give me a kiss before you go, honey. You’ll make Kadal a happy man, and I want you to have a good time.”

I was a little nervous as I walked back to meet Kadal, but also excited to be seeing my first Indian cock in the flesh. No flight attendants or passengers were around to see him open the door for me, and I stepped inside. The lavatories on that international flight were roomier than the ones on domestic flights, but it was still a little cramped with two of us in there.

The difference in our heights was apparent, with him being only about five feet and six inches tall. I was a little surprised how aggressive he was when we were alone, and he reached down and pulled my top up, with my coverup still on. I guess he thought if he was paying for it, he was going to take what he wanted. He leaned down to suck my right breast and was surprised when my milk started flowing after only a few sucks.

He looked up at me and smiled, with milk dripping down his chin, as he said, “Oh my, Tammy, I had no idea that you were lactating.”

Kadal was weighing both of my breasts in his hands and fondling them, as he alternated sucking both. He was solving my problem that I would have soon had to pump my breasts to relieve the pressure. I reached down to unfasten and unzip his pants, and soon had his hard cock in my hand again. I couldn’t see it because of the way we were standing, but I loved the feeling of its thickness and the dampness from the precum oozing out of his foreskin.

Rick likes to suckle my lactating breasts, and it always turns me on, especially since my nipples are so sensitive when I’m lactating. But Kadal was sucking me so aggressively, and I knew that he was amazingly aroused at being able to suck them. He sucked me that way for over five minutes, and his sucking was causing my pussy to tingle and get even wetter.

I wanted to taste his cock, and slowly maneuvered us around until I sat on the toilet seat, with him standing in front of me. I know that he hated having me pull him away from my tits, but when he felt my lips and warm, wet mouth on his cock, he held my head and began thrusting.

His cock is black with a huge set of black balls, and his mushroom cock head is pink under the rubbery foreskin. I loved sucking what to me is an exotic cock, and the musky aroma of his hairy crotch is different from other men I had sucked. Maybe it was because of his diet, or his bath products, or just his normal musky scent, and I could hardly wait to taste his cum.

At first, I didn’t know if he wanted me to suck him off, or if he wanted to fuck me, but I found out as he held my head in place, and whispered, “Oh fuck, yeah, suck my cock. My wife and the other Indian sluts who suck me will never swallow my cum, but I know that you American sluts love to eat cum. Keep sucking just a little longer, and I’ll feed you all the thick Indian cock cream you can handle.”

He was fucking my mouth as I sucked him, and he got even more excited when I reached around, griping his ass and started pulling him into my mouth in time with his thrusts. He knew that I wanted his seed, and I wasn’t disappointed when his thick cock began to pulse, throb, and squirt, as spray after spray of his tasty cum filled my mouth. It tasted salty and a little spicy, probably from his diet, and I loved swirling it around in my mouth and swallowing it all down.

I continued holding him tightly against me as his cock deflated, and I sucked out the remnants of his huge ejaculation, as he reached down fondling my breasts, which were still leaking milk.

He pulled me up from the toilet seat, and before he started sucking my breasts again, he said, “Oh fuck, Tammy, I really want to fuck you, but I also wanted you to suck a load out of my cock. Your white lips looked amazing on my black cock, and I’m glad that you were so hungry for my juices.”

I really wanted to play the role of a slut, and I cradled his head in my arms as he continued to drain my breasts. I leaned down to kiss his forehead before saying, “This a long flight, Kadal, and we can come back here to fuck when you’re ready. It was a novelty taking the money this first time, but I’m not a whore and you don’t need to pay me. Yours is the first black, Indian cock I’ve sucked, and I want it to be the first one I fuck.”

He finally finished sucking my breasts, and I quickly sat down and sucked up and swallowed the remaining ooze from his foreskin. Then I stood up, pulled down my top, and said, “I’ll go back first, and you can follow in a minute or so. Think about my offer to fuck you later.”

Kadal looked like he was concerned about something and asked, “What about Rick? What if he woke up and noticed both of us missing?”

I laughed and replied, “Don’t worry about Rick. He was awake when I came back here, and he told me to have a good time.”

When I got back to my seat, I showed Rick the money I made, and whispered, “Oh fuck, honey, he drained my tits and I drained his cock. His cock is uncircumcised, black, and thick, just like in those pictures we saw, and I love it. I told him he could fuck me later, but not for money.”

Kadal looked over and smiled triumphantly at Rick when he got back, as if to say, ‘I was just with your slut wife, and I’m going to fuck her later’. Then we covered up with the blanket again and tried to take a little nap.

I did drift off in a half-awake, twilight sleep, and it was three hours later when I felt Kadal’s hand on my breast.

I opened my eyes and smiled as he got up to go back to the lavatory, with nothing being said. Rick stirred from his nap when I got up and winked as I followed Kadal.

Kadal immediately pulled up my top and started draining my breasts again, which got my pussy all wet and tingly. We were then trying to find the best position for him to fuck me. Since he’s so much shorter than me, we decided that he would sit on the toilet seat, and I pushed down my pants, before sitting on his lap.

His cock was already rock hard from the excitement of sucking my tits again, and it felt so wonderful stretching my married cunt. I slowly bounced up and down on his black shaft as he reached around, holding onto and squeezing my breasts. We fucked for about fifteen minutes that way, before his cock started pulsing and jerking, shooting his load into my receptive cunt.

We stood up and changed positions after that, with me sitting on the toilet, and him standing in front of me as I sucked his cock and balls clean of our fuck juices, before cleaning up his cum that was oozing out of me. I slept like a baby when we got back to our seats, waking up several hours later to eat breakfast on the plane.

Both Rick and I chatted with Kadal on the remaining few hours of our flight, and when we landed in New Delhi, he handed me his business card. We told him earlier that we were going to Chennai, and he said, “Be sure to give me a call when you get to Chennai. I’d be happy to show you the town, and I’m sure that a couple of friends of mine would be happy to join me in having more fun with you.”

I kissed Kadal as we parted company, and Rick and I headed to the train station. We took the train south to Agra, home city of the Taj Mahal, and it only took two hours. We hadn’t planned for that segment of our trip, and since we couldn’t get second-class or first-class tickets at the last minute, we ended up riding in the unreserved general class, which is in sync with our desires to be among the common people.

India’s poorest people and others who can’t get better tickets travel in that class, which is very crowded. There are some benches available for sitting, but for many, it’s standing room only. We were late boarding the train and had to stand for the trip. There were a variety of couples, families, and single men in our section, and many of them were darker-skinned. I must admit that I created quite a stir in that crowd.

Most of the men were staring at me, and smiling when they got my attention, and some of them managed to get close to me. It was so crowded that when I felt hands on my ass and the sides of my breasts, I’d look around to see who was doing it, and the men were looking away with innocent expressions on their faces. At other times they were pressed tightly against us, and because of me being taller, I felt obvious cock bulges pushed against my thighs and lower ass cheeks.

I loved the way the were showing their appreciation for me, and I smiled at a few of them to encourage them. After my experience with Kadal on the airplane, and then the men on the train, the things we read about horny Indian men being attracted to American women sure seemed to be accurate.

We arrived in Agra late that afternoon and went straight to the hostel we had reserved. We were exhausted from our trip and jetlag, so after eating dinner at a nearby restaurant, we went to bed and slept in until mid-morning the next day. We learned that the hostel has communal bathrooms and showers, as well as squat toilets that are prevalent in India. Rick went there with me that night and in the morning, and at least we didn’t have to take a shower yet.

Before going to sleep, Rick sucked my breasts to relieve the pressure, ate me out, and then fucked me. He said that he tasted and smelled the remnants of Kadal’s cum on my thighs and pussy and it turned him on so much that he ejaculated in only a few minutes.

Our plan was to visit the Taj Mahal on our second day in Agra, and I wanted to go shopping for some saris on our first day. After sleeping in late, and having a great lunch, we went in search of a dress shop. We found a quaint shop near our hostel, and I was surprised to find two older men working there, probably the owners, and a pretty, young girl. The men are short and thin, which is what I like, their skin is dark, and they were wearing American style pants and shirts.

We packed light for the trip, so I was wearing the same thing I wore on the plane. I explained that I wanted to purchase a couple of saris to wear during our vacation in India, and one of the men described them. A sari is basically a large piece of rectangular cloth, varying from five to nine yards in length and two to four feet in width.

In modern times a sari is usually worn with undergarments, such as a blouse and petticoat, and the shop owner smiled when I told him that, because of the heat, I was thinking of wearing it with no, or minimal undergarments. For me, the whole idea was to dress in traditional Indian garb, while at the same time showing off my prominent assets. The girl started working with me and showing me the many fabrics and patterns, and she explained that the garment is versatile and can be draped in dozens of ways.

She was working with me in a dressing room, but each time I came out to show Rick a new style or fabric the men were right there watching. I really got their attention when I walked out with the fabric around my waist, and my top uncovered, with my big, milk-filled breasts swaying and bouncing in front of me. I acted like it was no big deal showing them my breasts and smiled at the men as they gawked at me. At one point the girl asked one of the men to come into the dressing room with us, to help wrap the fabric.

The man wrapped the fabric across my breasts, and then matter-of-factly smoothed it out with his hand, rubbing it over my breasts. When I didn’t object, he continued smoothing the material, rubbing his hands over my stomach, and around the back over my ass. At that point he told the girl, “I will take care of this beautiful American lady now, Bhadra, so you can go to the back and continue your inventory.”

He sensed from my lack of protest that I would be receptive to his advances, and when we were alone, he said, “My name is Anpu, and my brother Ragav and I are honored that such a beautiful lady as yourself has chosen our humble shop. You will look most sexy in these saris if you follow our recommendations, and men won’t be able to take their eyes off you.”

I smiled and said, “Thank you so much, Anpu. I have been a little worried that the people we meet in India might take offense if I tried to wear these saris. Do you think that will be a problem, especially if I look too sexy?”

He looked very serious and responded, “No, no, pretty lady, they will be happy that you are trying to conform to our culture, and the men will be so happy to see so much of you. You’re a beautiful lady, and your luscious body will be so attractive to them, and probably some of the women too.”

I put my hand on his arm for effect, and said, “Oh my, Anpu, I think you’re embarrassing me. Do you really think the Indian men will like me?”

Then he put his hand on mine and responded, “Yes, yes, yes, it will be hard for them to keep their hands off you. You will really stand out, being so white, and pretty and tall, especially if you show more skin like you seem to want to do. But what about your husband? Won’t he be jealous and get angry if so many men approach you?”

“No, Anpu”, I responded, “My husband likes it when other men pay attention to me. We read before our trip that Indian men really like blonde, American women, and he expected that I would get a lot of attention. It really turns me on and makes me feel special when men notice me.”

Anpu then nervously said, “I think I know the style that will be perfect for your needs. This common style, from the Tamil Nadu region, has the sari wrapped around the waist, with the loose end draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff and portions of your back. In that configuration, it would be most prudent to at least wear a minimal, thin, and sheer bikini bra, to provide some modesty.”

I was feeling naughty, after having already been so wanton for Kadal on the plane and decided to show Anpu everything. I wasn’t wearing any underwear under my stretch pants that I had removed earlier. My breasts were barely covered in the sari I was wearing. So, I said, “Please, Anpu, show me how this sari will look in the Tamil Nadu style.”

He gripped the edge of the garment, and his hands were shaking as he asked, “Are you sure about this, mam? I know that you didn’t exhibit much concern for modesty earlier, when you came out of the dressing room, but I will need to completely remove this sari and start over.”

I nodded my head ‘yes’, and Anpu unwrapped the top first. His eyes were focused on my breasts as he unwrapped the bottom. When, after a few seconds, he realized that I was standing there totally nude, he looked me up, down and all around. My breasts were swaying and jiggling in front of him, and he saw my thick, shaved labia and shapely ass right in front of him. I know that my skin seemed to be even more pearly white, when compared to my areolas and nipples that get darker when I’m lactating.

He stammered for a moment, saying, “Oh, ah, yes, my goodness, pretty lady, your body is beautiful.”

After regaining his composure, he began wrapping the sari around my waist, and when he leaned down in front of me, his face was only inches from my breasts. I hadn’t expressed my breasts before we left to go shopping, and I felt a warm trickle of milk running down my right boob.

Anpu lifted his head and stared at the trickle, before looking up pleadingly at my face. I lifted my heavy breast and offered it to him, and he latched on immediately, while also massaging both breasts. I held his head against me, and loved seeing his black lips on my white skin.

I was getting so turned on with him suckling me, and that’s when I called out to his brother, saying, “You’d better come in and help your brother, Ragav, because he’s got his hands full. And Rick, you have to come in and see this too.”

Ragav came in and looked at me wide-eyed, before latching onto my left breast, and I was learning what it must be like for a cow to be milked. Rick was watching, taking pictures on his phone, and began rubbing his crotch. I backed up to sit on the long, soft, wide, upholstered bench, pulling both men with me, as they lay out facing me on their sides. I held their heads on my lap, as they continued to drain my breasts.

They had been draining my breasts for over five minutes, when I let go of their heads, and reached down to rub their crotches. Their cocks were rock hard, just from seeing and sucking my tits, and I liked the big lumps I was feeling, as they started humping against my hands.

My flow began to decrease, and Ragav pulled off my breast to say, “This is so wonderful, pretty lady, and if you will let us do more, we will give you some beautiful saris. One will be made of the finest silk, that you can wear for more-formal occasions, and two others of the finest cotton for everyday use.”

I didn’t say a word, and instead started fumbling with their belts, pants buttons, and zippers, until they took the hint and helped me unfasten and push down their pants and underwear. Both men are uncircumcised, and Anpu’s cock is thick, and what looked to be eight inches long, while Ragav’s cock is about seven inches long and thick. I also love their big, low-hanging balls.

They were still trying to suckle me when I lay down to the right on my side, leaning over slightly, which placed my face right in front of Anpu’s oozing cock, and my ass right in front of Ragav. I leaned in to suck Anpu, as both he and Ragav started rubbing my ass and probing my soaking wet pussy with their fingers. I thought that Ragav might want to eat me out, but instead he moved up to fuck me from behind. That was an unusual position, with Anpu’s head off to the side and out of the way.

I pulled Anpu’s leg over and behind my head and alternated between sucking his tasty cock and his aromatic, musky, black balls, as Ragav shoved his thick cock into my waiting, married pussy. Rick clicked away on his phone, taking dozens of photos and even some video of the action, as I had one orgasm after the other on Ragav’s cock.

Neither of the men lasted very long that first time, and Anpu’s cock was soon pulsing and spraying in my mouth, as Ragav pumped my adulterous cunt full of his potent Indian seed. I continued sucking and draining Anpu’s softening cock, as Ragav pulled away, and Rick moved in to clean my pussy from behind. Both men were surprised when they saw Rick slurping up Ragav’s cum and my juices, and they must have thought that was strange.

We all sat up when Rick was finished slurping the cum out of me and relaxed on the bench for a few minutes. I wanted to know something and asked, “Why didn’t you eat me out, Ragav? My pussy was right there for you? Don’t Indian men like to eat pussy?”

Ragav seemed to be having trouble expressing himself, in hopes of not offending me, when he responded, “Oh yes, pretty lady, some Indian men do like to eat pussy, but you, uh, uh, you were so open and easy to have sex with, that, uh, uh, that I knew there must have been many cocks inside you before me. And after watching your husband eat my leavings, I know that must be true.”

There it was. He didn’t eat me out because he saw me as a slut, and for some reason that got me even more turned on. I thought I would tease him, and I said, “Yes, I have had many cocks inside of me, but that sure didn’t stop you from fucking me.”

He laughed and said, “Oh yes, well, pussy is pussy, and your ass is so lovely and cushy. Who could resist such a sight as your puffy pussy surrounded by that glorious ass? Give us a few minutes, and my brother and I will switch places, and do this again. We are giving you some very expensive dresses, and we both need to enjoy you twice for that. The second time will last longer, and I know that you will enjoy that.”

About a half hour later, Anpu rolled me onto my back and got between my legs, as Ragav got on his knees over my head, and dropped his big, sweaty balls to my mouth. Then, Anpu shoved his big, black cock into my waiting pussy, and began fucking me as he leaned down to suck my breasts.

I finally got Ragav’s hard cock in my mouth, and those horny men fucked me on both ends for what seemed like twenty minutes, while Rick continued taking pictures. I loved the feeling of Anpu’s larger cock in my pussy, and I was having orgasm after orgasm on his thick meat. Both men finally emptied their balls into my mouth and pussy again, and I loved the idea and reality of being inseminated by those two Indian men.

The men were getting dressed, laughing, and pointing at Rick as he dove between my legs again, sucking my pussy and thighs clean of the combined fuck juices. Then Anpu said, “We have known many American women who are easy, but you have been the easiest yet. If you wear these saris as we have shown you, I know that you will be feeling many more, big, dark Indian cocks in your white pussy.”

We went back to the hostel to put up my saris, and then went to a nearby restaurant for a delicious dinner. We were discussing our plans for the next day, and I took Rick’s hand and said, “This trip has been much more fun than I expected, at least so far. It’s only our third day on vacation, and I’ve already sucked and fucked three, big cocked Indian men, who just adored my body. And now I have those three beautiful saris, that feel so luxurious on my body. I’m a little sore right now after being fucked by those big cocks, but I can hardly wait for more.”

Rick laughed and said, “It was amazing seeing you with with those two older men, as they ravaged and used your body, and treated you like a tramp. I don’t think we can tell our family and friends at home about just how much fun you had over here.”

See Part Two, where I continue my slutty behavior, and fuck many other Indian men with huge, black cocks.