Pooja was an innocent neighborhood girl who was passionate at work and conservative otherwise. She never realized her beauty and kept her feelings reserved. Without boyfriend, her experiments with sex were very limited.
So when she was exposed to intimate touch from a complete stranger in a crowded train, her inner desires were ignited and she was ready to do anything, anywhere and with anyone as long as they were satisfied.
As Pooja lay spread eagle on that dingy bed with mix of all bodily juices oozing slowly out of her freshly fucked pussy, Pakya moved towards the place where Bhau just spend himself seconds back. He took a deep whiff of aroma coming from Pooja's open love tunnel and his erect tool jerked with life of its own. Pooja could feel warm breathe near her exposed pussy, but she was in no condition to even close her thighs. Steaks of cum coming out of her cunt were also covering her virgin rosebud below. She could feel a finger rub over it and her weak mind could not register whose they were. One finger became bold and was trying to enter her tightly closed anus. With lubrication over it, Pakya could easily slip his finger inside her asshole. All she could do was whimper in slight pain. That got Bhau's attention.
"Kaay gaand masti kartoy, aadhi chamkav tila" (why are you playing with her ass, clean her up first) Pakya dream was cut abruptly by this strong words. He reluctantly removed his finger from her ass as it slowly closed again pushing one drop of cum that pakya had lubricated it with. Pooja signed in peace.
Pakya brought a bucket and wet cloth and sat opposite to Pooja's open thighs, devouring such creamy cunt that he never seen in his life before. All the women he had been with in past had brownish to even black pussies and ass. But this was a golden shade of cream that he felt so lucky to even own for a day.
Bhau hit lightly on his head to bring him to senses, but he too was enjoying the view. As Pakya started to clean Pooja's pussy with cloth, more and more mix of love juices kept oozing out of it. Pooja closed her eyes to finally enjoy the soothing experience of being pampered like a queen after just being fucked like a slave.
She must be drifted to sleep, because when she opened her eyes, it was well past noon outside. She was still tired and sore, but was able to finally move her legs that were still naked and in full glory, visible to anyone who happened to come in the room. Shaken, she rubbed her eyes, smeared by dried tears to ajust her vision to bright light coming from curtained window. Nobody was around, so she tried to get up when her tummy growled; indicating it was deprived of food.
When she stood up, something felt weird apart from that throbbing sensation in her pussy. She was aghast when she brought her fingers to check and saw down that it was completely shaved. It felt very good to touch but at same time the skin felt very sensitive due to fresh fuck and shave. She wandered little beyond that and felt the area near her butthole was shaved as well.
Before her famished mind could think more; door opened and in walked Pakya and waved with a bag in hand.
"Kaay aanlas?" (what did you bring?) this words from Bhau shocked Pooja who had not realized that Bhau was sitting on a stool in opposite corner and was observing Pooja since she woke up... or even before that while she was sleeping. She just kept switching her glances from Pakya to Bhau and back again like a lamb stuck between two wolves.
"Chatakedaar misal aani vada paav aahe, Bhau" (yummy local spicy food). That reset Pooja's mind and she literally snatched the bag from Pakya's hand, removed the cover from vada paav and ate hungrily. She was truly a hungry teen now.
They both were amused by her childish behavior and simply sat watching her eat to her full. She kept thanking them in between for such wonderful food and ate all three vada paav. With full tummy, she suddenly realized how naked she stood in middle of the room and started to cover her boobs and pussy.
Bhau laughed out loud and pointed out that there is nothing of her private parts that they have not seen. He actually had mellowed down a lot since that rough fuck. It could be all that pented up male hormones that had changed him into an animal when he saw her first. Since filling up her pussy with his jizz; he suddenly had this caring for her along with admiration and had asked Pakya to clean her up, let her sleep and proactively asked Pakya to bring her food.
Pakya on other hand tried to be rough, his lust was not yet satisfied, but was afraid to do anything against Bhau's wish. To make things worse for him, he had seen that beautiful petal-like vulva of Pooja up close; cleaned it meticulously and upon Bhau's order had also shaved her up. Not that he regretted doing any of this, but it also meant that his cock was rock solid all the time and he want to so eagerly eat and use that peachy muffin between those milky thighs.
Pooja had her first taste of sex in most brutal way possible and the pleasure she derived from it also meant her body wanted more of it. After her hunger for food was fulfilled, a new hunger rose within her. She had never felt this itch deep within her pussy. As she stood there with her left palm over her pussy and right hand over her boobs, she coyly curled her finger and intinctively started to rub her clit while right hand opened her finger and thumb to lightly pinch her left tit. It was already hard as pebble.
