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Wife And I Watch Elephants
by Bhuralund (bhuralund@gmail.com)
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My wife and I went to see a big elephant festival in
south India. We were late, but luckily the driver - a
half-naked black man - drove us straight to the
festival grounds crammed with sweaty, stinking jet-
black farmers of south India. Read on to find out what
the horny men did to my wife. (MMF, wife-exh, husb-voy,
bi, size, intr, cream-pie, india)
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Every year we go to see a big elephant festival in
south Indian state of Kerala. It’s a religious festival
but there are thousands of tourists who just come to
see the elephant parade and all the bonhomie of music
and dance that spreads throughout the small town. And
of course there are all the religious pilgrims too who
want a piece of their god.
So since my wife was keen, we decided to go. On the
plane, we were lucky enough to be upgraded to the
business class and on the five-hour flight, we were
plied with expensive champagne, wine and scotch and
what not. Both my wife and I were near drunk by the
time the plane landed on Cochin airport.
We were booked in a lusurious hotel on the backwaters
and the car was waiting to pick us up. On the way to
the hotel, while talking to the driver – a big, sour-
looking black man wearing only a sarong – we realized
that my timing was all wrong. I thought the festival
was three days later but today was actually the last
day of the festival. Three days later was only a
communal religious bath in the water tank around the
temple. Gosh!
Anyway, we decided to make the best of the situation
and despite being dead drunk asked the driver to take
us to the festival to try and catch at least the last
few memorable moments. He grinned and said okay.
My wife was really swinging with all the alcohol inside
her but I supported her from behind together,
sometimes, with the strong dark driver, we managed to
reach the parade ground. It was an awesome amount of
people gathered at one place. We could hear a thriving
buzz in the air. The driver, whose name was Bongo,
informed us that there were about 500,000 people
present this year.
It was impossible to find any vantage point to view the
going-ons but we managed to somehow squeeze in a corner
between some burly south Indian farmers. I could see a
little bit by craning my neck but my wife, being only
5ft and 5 inches, was a lot shorter than some of men in
front of us. And in all the scuffle of pushing and
shoving our way in, I realized that my wife and I were
separated.
She was with the driver – Bonga – but they were two or
three men away from me and however hard I tried with my
drunken muscles, I couldn’t get closer. Then she pulled
her hand up drunkenly to show me that she was holding
the driver’s hand and was safe. I heaved a sigh of
relief and started watching the magnificent display of
handsome elephants decked up in jewellery and silks.
After a while, I realized that my wife had passed out
and the driver was carrying her like a man would carry
a child – her head resting on his broad bare shoulders
and his hands were draped around his neck. One of his
broad black hands was holding her up by cupping her
right buttock and the other hand was circled around her
back of chest. He really looked fatherly even though he
was probably half her age.
When I looked back at them after five minutes of parade
watching, I realized my wife’s skirt had risen up from
her backside and her big assed- bottom was visible to
any one interested to look. And in such a crowded area
– full of mostly males – many were actually standing
skin-to-skin, literally rubbing shoulders and what not
with each other. I noticed Bongo’s hand had somehow
disappeared under her skirt but my drunken head never
put two and two together. Bongo and my eyes met and he
grinned and gave me the thumbs up sign but that made my
wife slip off his shoulder and he quickly pulled her up
again, in the process, her skirt rode up completely.
I saw Bongo’s hand was not on her ass anymore. It was –
or rather two of his big bony fingers were crammed
inside my wife’s pussy from the side of the panties.
The fingers were moving in and out. I got a little
shock and the alcohol made me feel weak in my knees.
I dropped down on the ground surrounded by hundreds of
thousands of dark hairy legs. It being summer, most
males wore half-folded sarongs and many of the men had
further folded their sarongs in the heat and dust of
the parade and it was only then – lying down on the
dust – that I realized that this meant, cocks equal of
half the number of legs were dangling freely facing the
earth right at the moment and many of them, as south
Indians normally do, were not wearing any underwear.
I turned around to notice Bonga, just two men away from
me, was the same. But in his case I could clearly see a
blue black big uncut cock dangling down facing the
earth angrily – angry because of the gravitational
pull. Because if gravity hadn’t pulled its weight down,
it would have by now made its way to the hairy pussy
hole of my wife just a mere inch or two away from
Bonga’s mammoth cock.
My drunken eyes were blurred, and so was my head and it
must have been in that state that I reached out,
stretching my arm in between other hairy and startled
legs and held Bonga’s rock hard cock, its uncut purple
shiny head glistening with a dew drop of precum. I
peeled the skin back and spread his pre-cum, his pre-
fuck juice all over his purple cock head, and I could
feel a shiver of pleasure pass through his balls and
cock.
I slowly made my way next to Bonga so that he couldn’t
see me with the obstacle of my wife’s body, then I
extended my pink tongue to lick the purple cockhead. I
tasted a few grimes of cock cheese and inhaled a musky
manly smell of a real man who had probably been
sweating since two days. I tentatively licked his
balls, fringed with wiry, thick black hairs and one by
one I gobbled the ugly black balls inside my mouth to
savour from outside the goodness of the potent creamy
sperm they contained inside.
Satisfied with my saliva dripping from his now
completely wet and shiny cock, I pushed his up with my
right hand, even as naturally, his other hand pushed
the remaining panty out of the way – opening the hairy,
fishy, pulsating hole of my wife’s pussy now shiny with
moisture and anticipating an attack by a cock.
The pussy gasped as the thick girth of Bongo’s cock
entered it, aided by my hand. And Bongo released his
grip slightly on her waist, impaling her further down
on his giant black cock. I could feel a sensation in
her body but no reaction. Pretty soon, Bongo had
established a nice rhythm fucking my wife in the midst
of hundreds of thousands of people watching a religious
festival in progress. Their public fornication didn’t
go unnoticed for long, the man behind me, who had been
irritated by my sitting down right at his crotch level.
Soon, realized what was happening and taking advantage
of a face at the perfect angle, he dangled his already
free-falling musky, piss-smelling uncut cock in my
face. It was limp still and yet the sponginess of its
limpness was filling my head with visions inspiring me
to make it hard, to see how hard it would be, how big,
how long, how thick and whether it would fit in my
wife’s drunken and hairy cunt hole. So I gave it a
long, lazy lick from the tip of his uncut skin till the
joint of his balls. He shoved a little, impatient to go
inside the warmth of a pussy or a mouth and I didn’t
let him linger.
Quickly I swallowed all his nine inches length and four
inches of width. He held my ears harshly and fucked my
face like it was a whore’s sour pussy. But by then
Bongo had already deposited a huge wad of thick ropes
of his sperm in my young wife’s fertile pussy. His
millions of virile potent baby making sperms probably
already racing to mate with one of her eggs. As his
deflated black cock slipped out with a loud plop, a
gush of white frothy cream followed and I was quick to
clamp my mouth on my wife’s gaping pussy, sucking all
its spermy contents in my stomach.
I would have sucked her pussy dry but the man whose
cock I had left out in cold without release didn’t give
me a second chance, he shoved me out of the way and
pushed his rural pussy-fucker in my wife’s gamey cunt
hole. My sucking must have been good, or my wife’s
pussy must have been extremely hot because he didn’t
last long and deposited his share of cum in her pussy,
near her womb, within minutes and bent down to see how
I was lapping his seed up from my wife’s sodden cunt.
The third farmer didn’t want his cock sucked. He was
homophobic, I think, for he pulled me out of the way
completely and after pulling on his massive 10-inch
rural black cock framed by half grey half black curly
pubic hair few times, shoved his half hard cock in side
her pussy meat. Soon it was rock hard and I could see
my wife pushing her cunt back on his thick ad fat cock
covered with their combined fuck juices. She was still
passed out though.
Few minutes and the third was done too so I got back to
my favourite job – of sucking fresh farmer milk
straight from my wife’s hairy cunt. Once I was done, I
just waited for another rural black cock to make a
deposit of his seed inside the sperm bank vault of my
wife’s cunt.
THE END
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