The humid air of Birat Lodge, situated near the Neuro Hospital of Biratnagar, clung to our skin like a second layer, thick with the musk of sweat and sex, the scent of raw, unbridled lust seeping through the thin walls. The muffled sounds of the city outside—the distant honking of rickshaws, the occasional murmur of voices from the neighboring rooms—only heightened the thrill of what we were about to do. They would hear everything.

Beena, my Tumli, my married ex-girlfriend, stood before me, her body trembling with anticipation, her blouse clinging to her sweat-slicked skin, the gold of her mangalsutra glinting against her throat like a chain of ownership. Her petticoat hugged the sinful curve of her hips, the fabric taut over the plush swell of her ass. She was a vision—a goddess of sensuality, her dark eyes heavy with lust, the mole on her right cheek a perfect blemish on her otherwise flawless skin.

I stepped closer, my fingers tracing the damp fabric of her blouse, feeling the heat of her body beneath. "Look at you," I murmured, my voice a dark caress. "Dressed like a proper wife, yet your cunt is already dripping for your ex, isn’t it?"

She whimpered, her lips parting, her breath hitching as my fingers slid beneath her blouse, grazing the soft swell of her breast. "Y-Yes," she gasped, her nipples hardening instantly under my touch. "Always for you… only for you."

Behind her, Amarendra knelt, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, his cock straining against his pants. His eyes were locked on his wife, on the way my fingers teased her, claimed her.

I smirked, yanking her blouse open in one sharp motion, buttons scattering across the floor. Her breasts spilled free—full, heavy, her dusky nipples already pebbled with need. I pinched one hard, twisting until she cried out, her back arching.

"You love this, don’t you?" I growled, my other hand sliding down to cup her soaked pussy through her petticoat. "You love being stripped, being used in front of him?"

She nodded frantically, her hips grinding against my palm. "Yes, yes!"

I tore her petticoat away, leaving her naked except for her mangalsutra, her body glowing in the dim light of the room. Her skin was slick with sweat, her thighs already glistening with her arousal. I dragged my fingers through her folds, savoring the way she dripped, the way her cunt clenched around nothing.

"Fuck," I hissed, pulling my fingers away and shoving them into Tumli's mouth. "Taste yourself, you filthy slut."

She moaned around my fingers, her tongue lashing at them, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored her own wetness.

Amarendra let out a strangled groan, his cock twitching.

I turned to him, my gaze dark with amusement. "You want her, don’t you?" I taunted, dragging Beena closer to him by her hair. "You want to taste what’s mine?"

He nodded, his lips parted, his breath ragged. "P-Please—"

"Beg."

"Please," he gasped, his voice breaking."Let me taste her… let me worship her—"

I shoved Beena onto him, forcing her to straddle his chest, her dripping cunt hovering just above his face. "Lick," I commanded.

Amarendra didn’t hesitate.

His tongue lashed out, burrowing between her folds, lapping at her like a man starved. Beena screamed, her back arching, her hands fisting in his hair as he devoured her, his lips sealing around her clit, sucking hard.

"Oh fuck! Fuck!" she wailed, her thighs trembling, her juices drippingdown his chin.

I undid my pants, freeing my cock, stroking it slowly as I watched them—my slut and her pathetic husband, both lost in the throes of degradation.

Then, I yanked her off him, flipping her onto her back, her body sprawled across Amarendra’s chest. He groaned beneath her, his cock aching, his lips still wet with her.

I positioned myself between her thighs, my tip dragging through her soaked slit, teasing her. "Tell me who you belong to," I demanded, my voice rough.

"Y-You!" she sobbed, her hips bucking. "Only you!"

I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, her cunt stretching around me, her walls clenching instantly. She screeched her nails digging into Amarendra’s chest as I pounded into her, my hips snapping against her ass with filthy, wet slaps.

The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard banging against the wall, the sound echoing through the room. The neighbors would hear. They would hear her screams, hear the slap of skin on skin, hear the broken moans of her husband beneath her.

"Fuck! So tight!" I snarled, gripping her hips, driving into her harder, deeper.

Beena thrashed, her tits bouncing, her mouth open in a silent scream as pleasure ripped through her. "M-More! Please!"

I smacked her ass, leaving a red handprint on her plush cheek. "You want more, you filthy whore?"

"Yes! Yes!"

I pulled out, flipping her onto her stomach, her face pressed into Amarendra’s chest. I spat onto her gaping butthole, rubbing my cock against it, watching her shiver.

"N-Not there!" she gasped, but her body betrayed her, her ass clenching in anticipation.

I shoved inside in one brutal thrust.

Her scream was piercing, her body locking up as I stretched her obscenely, her cunt dripping onto Amarendra’s stomach beneath her.

"F-Fuck! Fuck!" she sobbed, her fingers clawing at his skin.

Amarendra groaned, his cock leaking, his hands gripping her thighs and spreading them for me as I ruined her.

I fucked her ass hard, my thrusts merciless, the sound of our bodies slapping together filthy and loud. The room reeked of sex, of sweat, of her—of us.

"You feel that?" I growled, yanking her hair, forcing her to look at Amarendra. "You feel how deep I am inside you? How ruined you are?"

She nodded, pleasure shining on her face, her lips trembling with lust.

"Tell him."

"H-He’s fucking me!" she wailed. "H-He’s ruining me!"

Amarendra whimpered, his cock twitching, his hips bucking uselessly beneath her.

I laughed, low and dark, slowing my thrusts, dragging my cock almost all the way out before plunging back in, making her scream all over again.

Then, I pulled out, flipping her onto her back again, her legs spread, her used holes glistening.

"Lick her clean," I ordered Amarendra.

He crawled between her thighs, his tongue lapping at her dripping cunt, drinking her down like a man starved.

Beena moaned, her back arching, her fingers tangling in his hair. "O-Oh god!"

I stroked my cock, watching them, my release building.

Then, I grabbed Amarendra’s hair, yanking him up, shoving him onto his back. I pushed Beena onto him, her back against his chest, her ass pressing against his aching cock.

"Fuck her pussy," I commanded, positioning myself at her dripping cunt. "While I take her ass."

Amarendra groaned, his cock sliding into her soaked pussy as I pushed back into her stretched ass.

Beena screamed, her body stretched between us, filled in both holes, her senses overwhelmed.

"T-Too much! Too much!" she sobbed, but her cunt clenched, her body begging for more.

I fucked her harder, deeper, my balls slapping against her ass, my cock buried to the hilt. Amarendra matched my pace, his hips snapping up into her, his breath ragged.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin, of moans, of filthy, wet thrusts. The neighbors had to hear. They had to know what we were doing—how we were ruining her.

"C-Cumming! I am Cumming!" Beena screeched, her body convulsing, her cunt milking Amarendra as her ass squeezed me.

Amarendra roared, his release flooding her, his cock pulsing inside her.

I followed, my orgasm ripping through me, my cum filling her ass, spilling out around my cock as I pounded her through it.

For a moment, there was only panting, the drip of cum, the tremble of spent bodies.

Then, I pulled out, watching my seed leak from her ruined holes.

Amarendra collapsed beneath her, his cock soft, his body shaking.

Beena was limp, her body covered in sweat and cum, her eyes glazed with pleasure.

I smirked, stroking her cheek. "Good girl.My baby.My Tumli"

She nuzzled into my touch, her lips curving into a blissful smile.

We all took a short nap after our sex exercise.

When I woke up.

The room was a haze of sweat, sex, and the thick, musky scent of Beena’s arousal, her body glistening under the dim light like a well-used fucktoy The sheets beneath her were soaked—her juices, our sweat, the drips of cum from earlier rounds.

But this time? This time was different.

This time, I was not just going to ruin her.

I was going to be breeding her; her husband and I both will be breeding her.

And only one of us would win.

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Beena laid on her back, her thighs spread wide, her puffy, swollen cunt glistening, her folds parted and begging to be filled. Amarendra knelt between her legs, his cock hard and throbbin, his tip leaking precum onto her clit. I stood beside him, my own cock heavy, my balls full, the primal urge to seed herburning through me.

"Look at her," I growled, slapping my cock against her inner thigh, leaving a wet mark. "Your wife’s pussy is dripping, and she’s about to take both of us at once. You think she can handle it?"

Amarendra’s breath was ragged, his fingers digging into Beena’s hips. "She’ll take it. She’s made for it."

Beena, my ex-girlfriend, whined, her back arching, her fingers twisting in the sheets. "P-Please… I need it… need you both… inside me… stretching me… filling me…"

I grinned, gripping the base of my cock, rubbing the head against her slick entrance, feeling her flutter around nothing. "You hear that? Your greedy little wife wants to be split open. Wants to feel two cocks stretching her tight married cunt. Wants us to pound her womb full."

Amarendra groaned, his cock jerking, a fresh bead of precum dripping onto her clit. "Fuck… she’s begging for it…"

"Then give it to her," I snarled.

Amarendra didn’t hesitate.

He pushed forward, his cock sinking into her soaked pussy inch by inch, her velvet walls clenching around his cock instantly, her gasp sharp and broken.

"O-Oh fuck! So full!"Beena wailed, her nails scrabbling at the sheets.

I didn’t wait.

I pressed my cock against her stretched entrance, feeling the heat, the resistance, the impossible tightness as I shoved in alongside Amarendra, our cocks rubbing together inside her, her pussy straining to accommodate us.

Beena SCREAMED, her body locking up, her thighs trembling, her cunt flooding around us. "A-AH! AHH! TOO MUCH! TOO! FUCK!"

I growled, my cock buried to the hilt, my balls slapping against her dripping folds. "No, slut. Not too much. Perfect. Look at you—stuffed, stretched, dripping around us. You were made for this. Made to take two cocks in this greedy little hole."

Amarendra moaned, his hips jerking, his cock twitching inside her cunt. "F-Fuck… she’s… she’s crushing us…"

Beena sobbed, her cunt pulsing, her overstimulated walls milking us both. "Fuckkk...Ohhh...I-I can feel you… both of you… so deep… so thick… stretching me… owning me…"

I grinned, slapping her thigh. "Damn right we are. And we’re not stopping until we’ve pumped you full. Until your womb is dripping with our cum. Until you’re bred."

Amarendra’s breath hitched, his thrusts growing desperate. *"Y-Yes… gonna… gonna fill her… gonna make her mine…"

I snarled, my hips snapping forward, my cock driving deeper alongside his. "You’ll try. But her womb? It’s mine."

Beena whimpered, her body overwhelmed, her stuffed pussy clenching around us. "Fuckkk-ple-Please… please cum… please breed me… I need it… need to be full… need to be claimed…"

I didn’t hold back.

I fucked into her with brutal, possessive strokes, my cock grinding against Amarendra’s inside her, our lengths rubbing, pulsing, claiming every inch of her.

Beena babbled, her words slurred, her pleasure-drunk eyes rolling back. "F-Fuck! Fuck! I—I can’t. Can’t! CUMMING!"

Her orgasm ripped through her, her cunt flooding, her walls clenching like a vice, her body shaking between us.

Amarendra groaned, his cock throbbing, his balls tightening. "G-Gonna… gonna pump her full!"

"Do it," I growled, my own release building, my thrusts relentless. "Cum in your wife’s dripping cunt. Mark her. Breed her."

Amarendra roared, his hips slamming forward, his cock pulsing as he emptied into her, his cum filling her, mixing with her juices, dripping out around our joined shafts.

But I wasn’t done.

I kept fucking her, my cock sliding through his cum, my thrusts growing harder, deeper, more possessive.

"You think that’s enough?" I snarled, slamminginto her overstimulated pussy, watching her squirm. "You think one load is enough to claim her? No. She’s taking minetoo. She’s taking everything."

Beena whined, her cunt clenching, her body weak but still desperate. "Y-Yes… please… more… more cum… more seed… breed me!"

I growled, my balls tightening, my cock thickening inside her."That’s it, take it, you filthy little breeding slut. Take my cum deep. Let it flood your womb. Let it claim you."

And then—

I exploded, my cock pumping wave after wave of cum into her, my release mixing with Amarendra’s, fillingher dripping cunt until it overflowed, our seed oozingout around our still-hard cocks.

But we didn’t stop.

We kept fucking her, our cocks staying hard, our thrusts growing slower but no less deep, our cum churning inside her with every possessive stroke.

Beena sobbed, her body overloaded, her cunt clenching weakly. "S-So… so full… so claimed…"

I grinned, slapping her thigh. "Damn right you are. And we’re not done. We’re going to keep filling you, until your womb can’t take anymore. Until you’re dripping with us. Until you’re properly bred."

Amarendra moaned, his cock twitching inside her, already hardening again."F-Fuck… yes… again…"

Beena whimpered, her lips curving into a blissful smile.

"Yours… always yours. My daddy"

I took my hard cock out of her gaping pussy and slid it inside her butthole with a powerful thrust.

Beena’s body was a trembling, sweat-slicked ruin beneath us, her cunt and ass stretched obscenely around our cocks, her holes dripping with our mixed seed. But even as we pistoned into her, her mind was unraveling, her lips parting in a filthy confession between ragged moans.

"A-Ahhn! F-Fuck! Y-You two aren’t… aren’t the first to ruin me like this…!" she gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as my cock slammed* into her ass, Amarendra’s thick shaft pounding her pussy in tandem.

Amarendra’s grip on her hips tightened, his thrusts turning brutal, his voice a dark growl. "What the fuck are you talking about, you slut?"

I smirked, slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, watching her flesh jiggle around our thrusts. "Oh? Did some other cock stretch this greedy hole before we did?"

Beena whimpered, her cunt clenching around Amarendra as if the memory alone was enough to make her come. "P-Prakash and his cousins… my ex… h-he fucked me in a mango grove… years before my marriage…!"

Amarendra froze, his cock twitching inside her, his voice dangerously low. "You let that bastard have you? Before me?"

She moaned, her back arching, her body betraying her shame. "Y-Yes! H-He bent me over a fallen tree… split me open like a fruit… made me scream his name!"

I laughed, gripping her hair and yanking her head back, my cock grinding deeper into her ass. "Sounds like you were born to be a slut.

Amarendra’s jaw clenched, his thrusts turning vicious, his cock ramming into her with enough force to make her screech. "You liked it, didn’t you? Liked being a little slut in the dirt, letting him use you like a common fucktoy?"

Beena nodded frantically, her eyes rolling back as pleasure wrecked* her. "Y-Yes! I-I loved it! H-He fucked me twice that day… filled me both times… made me beg for his cum!"

I snarled, slamming into her ass harder, my balls slapping against her swollen cunt lips. "And now you want him here, too? Want three cocks splitting you apart? Want to be nothing but a fucked-out, cum-drenched hole for us to share?"

She shrieked as another orgasm ripped through her, her ass clenching around me, her pussy milking Amarendra’s cock like a greedy little sperm-sleeve. "P-PLEASE! I-I want it! Want to be full… want to be ruined… want all of you breeding me at once!"

Amarendra’s breath was ragged, his cock throbbin inside her. "Fuck… you’re sick… you need this… need to be destroyed by multiple men…"

I grinned, leaning down to bite her shoulder, my hips pounding into her relentlessly. "Then we’ll invite him. We’ll tie you down, spread you wide, and let Prakash claim your mouth while we split your cunt and ass open. Let you choke on one cock while the other two pump you full."

Beena sobbed, her body shaking with perverse delight. "Y-YES! DO IT! Make me your triple-stuffed whore! Let me taste him while you ruin me!"

Amarendra groaned, his cock pulsing as he pounded into her, his voice guttural with lust. "Fuck… I’m gonna… gonna fill her again!"

I chuckled, my own release coiling tight, my thrusts turning erratic. "Do it. Drown her."

With a roar, Amarendra came, his cock jerking as he emptied into her again, his cum gushing deep, joining the mess already leaking from her ruined holes.

But I wasn’t far behind.

I pulled out of her ass, watching his seed drip from her gaping pussy, then shoved my cock back into her cunt, grinding deep as my own orgasm exploded, flooding her already-stuffed hole with even more cum.

Beena wailed, her body convulsing, her thighs quivering as she gushed around us, her mind shattered by the filthy reality of what she’d just begged for.

I leaned down, licking the tears from her cheeks, my voice a dark promise. "Next time, slut… you’ll get exactly what you deserve."

And as Prakash’s name tumbled from her broken lips one more time, we knew—this whore wouldn’t be satisfied until she was triple-fucked, triple-filled, and dripping from every hole.

To be continued…