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My name is Usha. I am 30 years old, live in Nagpur, India and have worked as a teacher for ten years in a private college. I was divorced three years ago and had no children. I lived with my husband for one year, and during that time, he only fucked me approximately 25 to 30 times. He could not break my virginity for eight days because his manhood was so small. I am still an anal virgin. He once tried to fuck my ass, but his small penis failed to break my backdoor.

I am 5 feet, 4 inches in height and a very fair lady. My measurements are 34-32-36. My ass is large, which attracts considerable attention because when I walk, my globes jiggle.

I have been living in my house alone for three years and hired a maid, Anita, 30 years old, to perform daily household chores. In July, she invited me to her son’s birthday, who was turning two. Her house was 10 km from my place in a slum. It was a very dirty area of the city, and there were many drunk men abusing each other on the street.

I entered her home; it was dirty, with dirty bed sheets on an old iron cot. Her clothes and lingerie were strewn around. Her torn panties hung on a rope tied between two edges of the wall. She lived there for five years with her son and 32-year-old husband, who worked as a laborer for a building construction contractor.

She made tea for me, as milk was unavailable, and I drank it reluctantly. At eight p.m., when we cut the cake, it started raining heavily. This caused the river to overflow, and since I had to cross it to get home, Anita insisted I stay with them for the night. I had no option but to accept her offer.

She made delicious food for me, and near 11 p.m., we went to bed. As I was a guest, she did not sleep with her husband. She would sleep near me with her child while her husband slept in the kitchen with a door between him and us. An unpleasant smell was everywhere, and I could not sleep.

At midnight, I woke up to urinate and rushed to the bathroom with a curtain for a door. I hurriedly opened and closed the curtain and went inside. Due to inadequate water, an odor came from the toilet, which was ordinary. I switched on the light and turned around to sit as the toilet was opposite the curtain. I lifted my red sari and matching red petticoat to waist level, pulled down my green panties to my knees and sat. I was forcefully peeing when I was shocked by Anita’s husband pulling the curtain apart, watching me. I blushed but could not stop the flow mid-stream. He was gazing at my unshaven as urine streamed from my hole. After I finished, I stood, pulled up my panties, and rolled down my sari and petticoat.

I was standing in the corner, and he was staring into my eyes. He unzipped his jeans, put his hand down, brought out his nine inches long manhood, and began urinating. It was the first time I ever saw such a giant penis. I was stunned and unable to move. After he was done, he ordered me to hold his penis in my hand.

“Sorry,” I said, refusing him.

He grabbed my delicate hand in his rough hand and made me hold it. While I was surprised by his action, I wondered Anita was a fortunate woman. After some time, I released his penis, and it was erect at a 90-degree angle to my pussy. He hugged me tightly, and I blushed; his manhood was touching my pussy over my sari, and my boobs pressed against his chest over my blouse. He zipped his jeans, fondled my ass, and moved his fingers between my globes to my crack. He held me tightly and lifted me by my buttocks in his strong arms. I was like a child in his lap.

He put me over his shoulder, his palm on my buttocks, followed by a slap on my right globe and turned around. I rested my neck on him, and my heart beat faster. His wife was snoring loudly; his son was sucking her breast in the bedroom, so we entered the kitchen, where his double bed was laid on the ground. He put me down on the floor and retrieved a clean bedsheet. He went to the door and closed it.

He gave me a glass of water, and I drank it all, which helped me relax. I heard the sound of pots, and he surprised me with a glass of milk. It was like my second honeymoon. I thanked him and drank the whole glass.

He asked me to sit on the bed, and when I was comfortable, he came forward and kissed me, putting his tongue in my mouth. He bit my nose and lips very hard, but I liked the brutality. He bit my earlobes, took my tongue in his mouth, and kissed me for a while. He squeezed my boobs painfully during his kiss, and it aroused me. I complied when he asked me to sit on his lap. He removed my blouse and bra, squeezed my boobs very hard, then took my nipples in his mouth and bit them. I enjoyed every moment and was in heaven with his rough handling. Then he released me.

He got up and produced a massive lock, which he used on the door. I couldn’t figure out why he needed a lock.

When I asked him why, he said, “Now, no one will disturb us. You may scream as loud as you want. I like a woman screaming in pain. Get down on your hands and knees.”

I was gonna have sex with a laborer whose name I didn’t know. I was frightened but complied. I got down like a sex hungry bitch, but tried not to overthink. I wanted this; it had been three years since I last had sex with my husband. I was topless, and my boobs were hanging down like a pendulum with my ass toward him. He came behind me and rolled my sari and petticoat to my waist, revealing my green panties, which hid my treasure.

He laughed loudly and said, “Oh! Green panties mean you are giving me a green signal!” I blushed in embarrassment. He said, “You are a teacher; I must ask your permission.” He grabbed my buttocks and spanked me hard with both hands simultaneously. “May I come in, madam?” He said mockingly, but I didn’t respond. He hit my right ass globe forcefully and said, “You said nothing, so you should go back to your bed, and I will go to mine.”

I looked behind, and he was standing with his penis erect. I pushed my buttocks firmly against his manhood and shouted, “Please come in, fuck me hard. Don’t go away.” I was surprised by what I said, but I was hungry for this and wouldn’t relinquish the opportunity.

He smirked and said, “Okay, madam. I always ask permission from a woman before I proceed, even from my wife.”

He hooked his thumbs into my panties and tore them off and into pieces; not only did he destroy them but also my dignity, reputation and ego. I was bottomless in front of a stranger and suddenly felt very shy.

He removed his jeans and underwear and, stark naked, sat holding my ass tightly. He patted, fondled and kissed my ass globes, then flicked out his tongue and put it into my ass crack. He began to lick my hole; I felt shy, but I enjoyed it. After some time, he began to eat my globes and asshole hungrily. He licked both ass cheeks, my shit hole, pussy, legs, pelvic area… everything. He placed his head under my hanging boobs and bit and licked my nipples until they became red and erect. He was drinking my tits like a calf; I was already on all fours like a cow. Then he licked and ate my ass for quite a while until I had to urinate.

“Let’s go to the washroom,” I told him, “I have to pee.”

He unlocked the door, and I put on my blouse and wrapped my sari. He lifted me over his shoulder again, held me by the buttocks and brought me to the toilet. His wife was still asleep. We went inside, and when he put me down, he asked me to urinate in front of him. I pulled my sari and petticoat up and reached for my panties, forgetting he had torn them off.

I sat on the toilet but could not piss due to shyness. I looked at him, and he said he could help. He went behind me, sat down and put his middle finger into my asshole. I felt the quick penetration and jumped but could not scream for fear of waking his wife. Due to the rear pressure, I could release and pissed for a few minutes while he was repeatedly moving his finger in and out. After I finished, he didn’t give me enough time to put on my sari, so I wrapped it loosely around my body, and we returned to the kitchen.

He told me, “Get down on all fours,” and I followed his order. He locked the door again and went behind me, lifting my sari and exposing my nude butt. He gave me four hard spanks on each cheek. I was frightened, and my heartbeat increased; my ass globes became red. I turned around to see his penis was hard; he put his shaft on my ass crack and then his enormous organ at my backdoor.

Scared, I asked, “Are you going to fuck my ass?”

He didn’t say anything. While I wondered, he gave me a powerful thrust from behind, and his penis entered half my anus. He might have torn my entire shithole. He grabbed my waist so powerfully I couldn’t move, and I saw stars in my eyes. He followed with three continuous strokes from behind.

I shouted and screamed like mad. I tried to move forward forcefully but couldn’t release myself from his grip. Again he powerfully stroked me from behind, and it went beyond the limits of my endurance. I jumped forward like a frog and was out of his grasp. I danced in pain, screaming and shouting because my anus was on fire; I could not tolerate the pain. It was like someone had pushed a sharp knife into my ass and torn it. I went to the lock and called out for Anita, but she did not reply.

Handing me a glass of water, he told me, “Nobody will come to help you today. Anita has gone to her sister’s place to give us privacy. So, get on all fours again.” He opened the lock, and I saw Anita was not there.

I told him, “That means you planned to fuck me today.”

He said, “No, madam, she has gone to give us privacy so we can enjoy ourselves.”

I drank the water and relaxed despite my still burning ass. He locked the door and came inside; I surrendered and got down on my hands and knees once more. He came close to me and shoved his penis only three-quarters inside. He was trying hard to push further as I bit my lower lip waiting for a climax like that of reaching the top of Mount Everest. My body was soaked in sweat. He pulled out his organ and rested for a few seconds, allowing me to take a breath in relief. On the third attempt, he pushed in three times faster than before.

I screamed, sure that my ass was torn into two pieces by this shot, but he didn’t care; he went on hitting my asshole. His testicles slapped loudly from his persistent thrusts against my ass cheeks. He fucked my ass for at least 15 minutes, and I had wanted this for the last three years. My ass opening was being taken successfully by a nine-inch cock. The summit was reached in one powerful stroke, and my ass surrendered. From now on, I am no longer an anal virgin. When I returned to my senses, I went to the washroom, put my torn panties into my bag, wrapped my sari on my body and unlocked the door. I went outside and slept, and in the morning, Anita came and made tea for us.

Anita said, “I hope you enjoyed yourselves.”

Her husband said, “Ask your madam.”

I felt embarrassed. I put the cup of tea down and stood up, preparing to leave for home.

Anita came over and gave me a hard slap on my ass from behind. She smiled and asked, “How was your night, madam?” I said nothing and stared at the ground

Her husband said, “Oh! Look at her now! She is shy! Last night, she was raising her ass and screaming, ‘Fuck me hard, fuck me hard!” They laughed loudly in ridicule.

I didn’t say anything; I came out of her house and made my way home.