Janani Loses Her Temper With Anjan And I 8211 Part 10
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This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at
“Permission to speak on behalf of the both of us, mistress?” I inquired tremblingly. “And what does my lovely little dipshit cocklover want?” Janani retorted with exaggerated solicitousness as she squeezed my balls harder; I could barely stand on my legs now and Anjan had already started sobbing quietly from the second severe assault on his balls that day. “Mistress, we will be your eternal slaves her to only worship your feet and be punished for our existences by your wonderful self. We are grateful that our gracious mistress decided to not tell our parents about our faggotry and wants to punish us for deviance. Thank you, mistress, for hurting us so terribly, for we deserve it simply because we are your slaves. We are yours and you own us. We are sorry we are such worthless pieces of crap, but we are not just faggots, mistress. We have always loved you and lusted after your body, mistress. (here she squeezed my balls so tight I almost blacked out for a couple of seconds. Then I resumed) We are only lowly slaves mistress, but we love you and worship you.”
When I finished that, my legs gave way and I collapsed. “Stupid shithole!!! Get up you motherfucking piece of cunt!” Janani yelled at me, “how dare you escape my hand and run away like that!!” Trembling, I went and began kissing and licking her feet and begging for mercy. “Please, mistress, I didn’t mean to, mistress. I’m sorry, mistress. I’m lower than the shit that comes out of your ass, mistress. Please have mercy on your idiot slave, mistress. I’m really sorry, mistress, I beg you, mistress.” Anjan and I were terrified simply because we had no idea what Janani would do. She has always been a very sweet, nice, cute and harmless little thing till now. She used to like me a lot, out of all of Anjan’s friends and used to always hug me whenever she got a chance, and dote on me more like a mother than a sister. And today, she was scarier than anything we have experienced all our lives and we had no idea what she was gonna do with us! I continued my entreaties for about thirty seconds (though it felt like an hour to me), when she grabbed me by my hair and pulled me up, eliciting a scream from me, as my hair got yanked. She pulled me in front of her, still by my hair, and made me spread my legs using her legs; I quickly complied.
“Lick my feet”, she ordered Anjan, letting his balls go. His face, returned to normal from the contortion of agony it was undergoing and he whimpered a quiet, “yes, mistress”. He collapsed to the ground and began licking Janani’s feet from between my legs as Janani returned her stare to me, her unrelenting hands still yanking my hair out. She spat on my face once, then again, and then a third time. Her voice went menacingly (and sexily, as that behenchod Anjan would call it, whenever we recount this day later) low, “First, you escape my hand and try running away from me”, she said, and landed a solid punch on my balls. I howled from the pain and my legs began buckling again, but Janani’s vise grip on my scalp kept me up, “I am sorry I escaped your hand and tried running away from you, mistress. Thank you for showing me how bad I am and punishing me, mistress”. I was just glad that I knew enough of BDSM culture back then to know the right things to say, for I knew I would have gotten another punch if I didn’t explain why I’m sorry or didn’t thank her for the punishment. I had no idea if Janani knew of these things (as we would discover later, she did), but I had no intentions of risking it.
“Then, you have the balls to lie about it *punch* and try justifying your actions *punch* and that too with lies”, and she landed a third punch on my balls and I collapsed – howling in agony – onto Anjan’s back as he continued licking Janani’s feet. She yanked me back onto my feet, still by my hair, and spat on me thrice as I went, “I’m sorry I lied and tried justifying my actions by lying, mistress. Thank you for punishing me, mistress”. “Hold your cock up”, she said, as I held my now semi-flaccid cock up, exposing my balls to her. “And then (here she started slapping my balls around) you speak without permission *three more slaps*, and apologize *smack, smack, smack, smack*, and touch and kiss and lick my feet without my asking you to?” Here she landed a whole barrage of slaps on my balls and it was all I could do to stay standing on holding my dick up, with tears freely streaming down my eyes.
As I intently waited for her to maul my balls some more, she did something neither Anjan nor I could believe – she pulled me down and kissed me plush on my lips. Completely taken aback, I had no idea how to react and behaved like a dumb doll, with my mouth open as she passionately bit my lips and let her tongue explore the inner recesses of my mouth. She stood up, still kissing, toppling Anjan over backwards and we fell on the floor as I lost my balance, still kissing. Initially, I was afraid I might get punished for kissing back, but then I thought, “fuck it! I’m probably never gonna get this chance again” and started kissing back in earnest. Poor Anjan was confounded and had no idea what to do and so stood dumbly watching his best friend and his sister make out like sex-hungry fiends and eat up each others’ face.
After what seemed like twenty seconds (and Anjan swears was fifteen minutes) of face eating, Janani pulled back and we both caught our breaths, she still lying plush on my naked body and my hands on her waist. “Umm… thank you, mistress?” I ventured, with no idea what to say. “Hehe, loosu!” she giggled and pecked at my lips and stood up. She turned around to face Anjan, who was still dumbly looking on, as confused as I am. She undid the nada of her kameez and let it drop to the floor and stepped out of it. Then she looked sexily at me and went, “You waiting for a gilt-edged invitation to take my panties off and play with my ass?” and started kissing Anjan, a lot more tenderly than she kissed me, though.
I jumped up, confused but mindful enough to pull her panties down and lick her asshole as she made out with her brother. As my lips surrounded her puckered little hole and my tongue licked up fetid pieces of crap from it, Janani clenched up and let out a nice long fart. Though the shock of it made me miss the first second, I managed to hold the rest of the putrid and foul smelling gas in my mouth. I jumped up and kissed Anjan as we shared the taste of his sister’s fart and shit while she watched us smiling and bottomless.
“You idiots!” she giggled, as we broke our kiss, moved to grope her boobs over her shalwar and licked her cheeks standing on either side of her. “Lets get dressed up jaldi! Mom might be back anytime” she exhorted, pushing us away from her – rather unsuccessfully as Anjan and I refused to stop licking her face like a couple of puppies. Eventually, she had to reach down and grab our balls and squeeze them hard to make us jump back yelping. “Mom will kill us if she gets to know any of this. You idiots have to be careful, not horny! Now wear your clothes!” Janani warned in a gruff voice. “Yes, mistress”, both Anjan and I sheepishly grinned and said.
Janani watched us, still bottomless, as we collected our now scattered clothes. “Help each other wear your clothes, don’t wear it by yourself, my cuntslaves”, Janani giggled and blew airkisses at us. We giggled back, “yes, mistress” and helped each other wear our clothes, using this as an excuse to do plenty of groping and kissing. Once we were done, “Now come help me change”, Janani said. Before Anjan could, I ran and kept my mouth on her pussy. “What the fuck, Baby! Amma might reach!” Janani yelled. “Machan, stop this, we’ll all get into trouble!” Anjan also exhorted angrily. “Arre, but you need to pee before you change!” I said, my voice muffled in her mufftrap, and started licking her pussy, waiting for her pee. Janani looked at me, smiled, and told Anjan, “Neeyum irukkaye! Your friend loves and cares about your sister more than you do! So you don’t get my piss whenever Baby is around!” Anjan only howled in mock protest as she began pissing into my mouth.
I collected the piss till my mouth was full and began drinking only when I couldn’t hold anymore in my mouth. I slowly drank to ensure her utterly tasty nectar remained mostly in my mouth. Eventually, she finished pissing and let out a sigh of relief – she must have pissed at least a litre! I got up, mouth still full with her piss, motioned her to wait a minute before cleaning her pussy, turned to Anjan, and kissed him with the piss in my mouth still. He happily drank the whole thing as I enjoyed his tongue. “Sorry, mistress. But I love Anjan too much and your nectar was too divine to not share it with my cuntslave wife”, I said, looking contrite. She just smiled, held my balls, pulled me to her and kissed me deep. “You are my favourite slave, Baby.”
We hurriedly changed her clothes after that, barely two minutes before her mom walked in. As her mom went to refresh herself, I kissed Janani deeply, grabbed Anjan’s crotch once, and left for home.
There is more to come, involving both their dad and mom. Let me know if you guys want me to write on that. Comments welcome at
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