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Saturday, 8th July 2023
I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It was 5.00 PM. The 5 uncles had just left my bedroom after taking away my phone and laptop. They locked the bedroom door from the outside. They left me lying on the bed, wrapped in a towel. As soon as they locked the door, I got up to change.
I remembered Sundaram Uncle’s words. The Viagra would need an hour to take effect. But I had nothing to do except wait for the inevitable to happen. There was no backdoor in my bedroom or bathroom, no way to escape. The windows were shut and bolted since the air conditioning remained throughout the day.
No way to call for help as those vultures had taken away my phone and laptop. I removed the towel and changed into another set of bra, panties, and a t-shirt and shorts. And kept waiting.
As soon as the clock struck 6.00 PM, the bedroom door got unlocked from outside. I sat stiffly on the bed as Sundaram Uncle walked in. He was wearing his underwear and nothing else.
Chapter 3: Sundaram Uncle
K. V. Sundaram Iyer is Tamil, a highly educated man in his 60s who had just retired from a teaching job at a prestigious university in Delhi NCR. His daughter is married to an NRI and lives abroad.
He and his wife live in a 1st-floor apartment in my housing complex. He was the eldest of the gang of 5 vultures who called themselves ‘serial drillers.’
“No, honey. Why have you put on clothes?” he said as he locked the door from inside. “Now I have to take them off again. Why do you want to make your old Uncle work so hard?”
I looked at Sundaram Uncle’s bare torso. This was the 1st time I saw him without clothes. His head was full of white hair, salt and pepper hair on his chest, arms and legs, and big glasses on his eyes. He looked old enough to be a grandpa, except for his underwear.
There was a huge bulge inside it which made his intentions clear to me. He opened my cupboard and started going through my drawers, looking for something. Within a few minutes, he seemed to have found it – a pair of small scissors.
“Don’t be alarmed. I am not going to hurt you.” Saying this, he tugged at the front of my t-shirt with his left hand. He started slicing it open with the scissors in his right hand. He started at the bottom, cutting the t-shirt up to the top.
Within seconds, my new t-shirt was sliced open at the front, like an unbuttoned shirt. I was too scared to react. Sundaram Uncle caught my bra straps at the shoulders and cut them with the scissors. Then he moved towards my back and cut the horizontal straps too.
“There, all done in 15 seconds,” he chuckled. I kept sitting on the bed with my t-shirt open at the front, the bra falling off my boobs onto my lap. My 34DD boobs sprung out of captivity, bouncing and jiggling.
“Ajeet told me about your milky tits. He said they were divine. He was right,” he said, placing his hand on my left boob and giving it a soft squeeze.
“It is so firm, so perky. I made the right decision in selecting you and planning this operation,” he said.
I was stunned. Sundaram Uncle had planned this? He hardly knew me!
“Why me, Uncle?” I asked. “There are other girls in the neighbourhood too.”
“Yes, sweetheart, but they don’t have what you have. You ooze sex from every curve on your body. The other girls might be pretty – some are prettier than you – but they don’t make men like me mad with desire. You have that special ability to make ALL men hard and horny, irrespective of age.”
I listened in silence and embarrassment. Was this a compliment? Was something wrong with me? Why do I encounter lusty men wherever I go?
Sundaram Uncle continued showering praises on me, “The bounce of your tits when you walk, the sway of your hips, the way you stand on your balcony wearing a t-shirt and nothing else, flashing your thighs and panties to everyone staring from the floors below – make you a total knockout.”
I said nothing. I realised my mistake. I had no idea the whole world was peeking under my t-shirt when I stood on the balcony every morning and evening.
Sundaram Uncle pulled the elastic waistband of my shorts. It was a loose-fitted short, perfect choice for summer and monsoon. But it was the wrong choice in this case. He started slicing the waistband elastic with scissors, moving down to my crotch, then cutting sideways through the leg.
In seconds, the shorts were split wide open from the top to the bottom, revealing my panties. Satisfied with the result, Sundaram Uncle made me lie down, holding my shoulders. He started fondling my breasts, pressing his fingers on the sides, on the bottom, on top of the nipples.
Each time he pressed and withdrew his fingers, my breasts bounced and jiggled. I watched in amazement as the bulge in his underwear kept getting bigger and bigger. Sundaram Uncle molested my boobs for almost 30 minutes. I know because I kept looking at the clock again and again.
He pressed them, squeezed them, pinched my nipples with both hands and licked and sucked them. He pulled them with his lips and bit them with his teeth until my boobs turned red and my nipples became raw and swollen. I lay on the bed breathing heavily, his assault turning me on and making me horny.
I forgot that he was 3 times my age. I admired his skills in the ‘expert treatment’ he showered on my breasts. I got wet. As if he sensed this, he stopped suddenly and looked deep into my eyes. “You want to cum, don’t you?” he asked directly.
I closed my eyes in shame. He must have read the expression on my face. I kept mum. Sundaram Uncle moved his face closer to my thighs and began to kiss them, first on the outside and then on the inner thighs. I opened my legs slightly as a reflex action, unable to control my desire anymore.
He was soft, gentle and kind and knew how to pay attention to a woman’s body. That’s when he brought his face over my panty. He must have smelled the musky scent of my wetness as I was leaking continuously. He licked my panty and exclaimed, “This old man made you wet!”
He quickly picked up the scissors on the bed and cut off the panty from both sides at the waist. Then he slowly removed it from my crotch as if he was peeling an orange. My slit was now bare, uncovered and accessible for him to ravish.
He fixated his gaze on my Cleft of Venus, caressed it with his fingers, and licked it hungrily. “This is so beautiful, like a perfect W shape,” he exclaimed joyfully. He kept licking my clean-shaven, W-shaped cleft for a few minutes. Then touched the lips of my pussy.
Moisture was dripping down the slit of my cunt continuously, like a leaking tap. As soon as he touched me there, I went insane with desire. I opened my legs wide.
“You are like a bitch in heat,” he said. “Will you accept my old cock inside you?”
“Yes, Uncle,” I replied shamelessly. I was so wet with desire.
Sundaram Uncle removed his underwear. His grey pubic hair caught my attention. I had never seen grey pubic hair before. It was a combination of black and white hair. His balls had some white hair too. This man must be old, I thought.
But the one thing I could not take my eyes off was his massive erection. For a man who had so much white hair on his body, his cock defied all expectations. It certainly did not look like a 60-year-old tool – stiff, strong, as I was about to find out very soon, very hard.
“Do you like my old cock, baby girl?” He took my hand and placed it on his gigantic erection. In all 23 years of my life, I have never touched or felt anything so hard, so solid, so invincible as this old man’s cock. I melted with desire.
“This is the miracle of 100 mg Viagra,” he said with pride, “giving me the biggest erection of my life. For the last 10 years, the doctor has been prescribing me 25 mg. But today, I coaxed him to give me the 100 mg pill – the nuclear missile of all pills. All for you, baby girl.”
He placed himself between my legs and smacked his nuclear missile on my Cleft of Venus, my clit and my cunt opening.
“Do you have a tight hole, dear?” he asked gently.
“Yes. You like tight, Uncle?” I was desperate to cum.
“Yes, honey. Tight and juicy,” he replied. “Will you make it tighter for me?”
“Sure, Uncle.” I spread my pussy lips with my fingers, closed my eyes, and prepared myself for his invasion.
Sundaram Uncle invaded me slowly. His steely hardness penetrated my slippery hole softly and gradually. He stopped for a few seconds, then resumed his journey. His gentle strokes turned into thrusts, which gradually became heavier and wilder. I wrapped my legs around his back tightly and contracted my pussy.
He wanted it tight. I gave him tighter. My pussy walls squeezed his cock, again and again, making him thrust with force. I squealed wildly as his thrusts turned into brutal, relentless pounding. So rough that I lost control of my pussy muscles and could not contract them anymore.
I trembled, shivered, wriggled, and then climaxed. I drenched his cock and balls in my cum. Sundaram Uncle paused his thrusting, kissed my face, looked into my eyes and said, “My baby, old Uncle’s cock is too much for you, isn’t it?” I whimpered in pleasure and exhaustion.
“Now make your old Uncle cum. Squeal like a bitch,” he resumed his assault. Wave upon wave of intense thrusts lashed on my cunt. His super hard dick plunged in and out like a machine, tearing my soft pussy apart. I squealed like a bitch, moaned like a slut, and cummed like a whore. Again.
Drops of sweat fell on my face from his forehead. While spurts of his warm, creamy semen flooded my insides. As he withdrew his dick, chunks of white-cum mixed with my young cum started oozing out of my hole and soiled the bedsheet.
There is no shame in admitting that it was the greatest fuck in my life. And judging by the look on Sundaram Uncle’s face, probably in his life too. This 60-year-old man truly earned my respect and admiration that night.
Was it his experience, his education, or the Viagra that made him so good? I don’t know. All I can say is that he proved to be a great serial driller, one of a kind.
Chapter 4: Pramod Uncle
Me and Sundaram Uncle lay beside each other on the bed for some time. We were both exhausted. He wreaked of my cum, and I wreaked of his. His dick was still erect even after that intense lovemaking session, probably due to the effect of the Viagra.
But the old man was tired for sure. He ran out of stamina, probably due to his age. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bedroom door. Both of us got up. I looked at the clock. It was 7.30 PM.
“Anna, it’s me, Pramod,” said a voice from the other side of the door. “Are you done?”
“Not now, after some time,” replied Sundaram Uncle. Then he whispered, “Let’s go for another round. I am hard again.”
The knocking grew louder, almost like banging. “Anna, you have taken up 1 and a half hours. We have kept quiet out of respect. But the Viagra magic will not last forever. It’s my turn now,” the voice said impatiently.
Sundaram Uncle was irritated. “These horny dirtbags have no sense of gratitude. They won’t even let me fuck in peace.” He put on his underwear and was about to open the door. I said, “Please, Uncle, don’t let anybody else come in. I won’t be able to take it.”
Sundaram Uncle looked at me with sympathy, “I understand, honey. But in our club, everybody gets an equal chance.”
He opened the door, and Pramod Uncle barged in, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. “Sorry, Anna, I didn’t want to push you. But it’s 7.30 PM already,” he said. “I have been staring at my erect cock for the last 1 and a half hours, listening to this slut moaning and squealing. I can’t wait any longer.”
“Be gentle to her. Treat her with respect,” said Sundaram Uncle as he closed the door behind him. Pramod Uncle immediately locked it from the inside.
Pramod Tiwari is from U.P., a divorcee. He is in his late 40s and lives in a 1st-floor flat in this housing society. His ex-wife filed for divorce because he was a monster in bed. Whether it is true or just a rumour, nobody knows. But I was scared nevertheless. Very scared.
“Anna seems to have had a lot of fun with you,” he chuckled as he saw my torn undies and sliced t-shirt that I was still wearing. “We could hear your screams and moans from the living room. It made us harder than the Viagra did.”
He quickly pulled down his boxers. Out popped a stiff, black, erect dick that seemed ready to bite like a snake. His crotch was clean-shaven, and so were his balls. I trembled in fear as he climbed onto the bed.
“Uncle, please wear a condom. Neither Vinod nor Sundaram Uncle used condoms,” I pleaded with him. “It is too risky.”
“Can’t help you. I don’t have any. It is not my fault. It’s not theirs either,” he responded coldly. “The rain came unannounced. This opportunity suddenly came calling. We grabbed it and made a last-minute plan. Nobody was prepared with condoms.”
He removed the torn t-shirt from my body and continued, “I would not use a rubber even if I had it. I like skin-to-skin contact. I like it raw.”
Saying this, he pushed me down on the bed, pulled my arms together above my head, and tied them to the bed frame with the torn tee. “I will tie you up like a bitch and do unspeakable things to you.”
He took his rock-hard cock in one hand and smacked it on my tits. I shuddered – partly in fear and partly in pain – as he kept spanking my body with his tool. He smacked my belly button, my crotch, my thighs, and my clit hard, again and again.
The feeling of pleasure that had overcome my senses during Sundaram Uncle’s session was now replaced by hurt and pain. I began to whimper under the torture inflicted by Pramod Uncle’s thick cock.
“Anna has filled up your pussy completely,” he said as he inserted one finger in my cunt and pulled out some of Sundaram Uncle’s cum. “I need a clean hole. I will take your ass.”
He moved to my head, untied my hands, flipped me over, and tied my hands again. I was lying face down on the bed, with Pramod Uncle spanking my ass cheeks with his dick. Every time he slapped it hard, I groaned and tried to wriggle my way out, only to realise that my hands were tied to the bed.
I could not move. This torture session went on for a long time. By then, my hips and thighs had turned red and were hurting. The more it hurt, the more I groaned, and the harder he got.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Pramod Uncle spread my hips and touched my asshole with his finger. “Untouched, clean and tiny – just like I imagined,” he said lustily.
I had been fucked in the ass before. But I imagined it to get 100 times worse this time. This man was perversion personified. And he was high on Viagra. A deadly combination.
Pramod Uncle got off the bed, walked over to my dressing table, picked up a jar of Vaseline, and returned to his previous position. He parted my ass cheeks with his left hand and applied dollops of Vaseline on my asshole with the other. The cream felt cold, but the rubbing made my ass hot.
I began to lift my butt as a reflex action. “Let’s see how tight this hole is,” he inserted his Vaseline-covered finger in my Vaseline-coated asshole. I shuddered and threw my legs a little as his finger started probing deeper and deeper. Before long, he had managed to push his entire finger inside my butthole.
“There, you are ready now. The passage has opened up,” he said. Then he lifted my belly from the bed and put 2 pillows under it. My face, boobs and hands were on the bed, facing downwards. My waist and butt were raised upwards, supported by my knees and those 2 pillows.
Pramod Uncle rubbed a lot of Vaseline on his erect dick. He spread my legs wider and touched the tip of his cock on my asshole. He pushed once, twice, thrice, and then waited for a few seconds. Then he violently lunged forward with a massive thrust.
I screamed in pain as his gigantic cock tore into my tiny ass. His big heavy balls slapped on my butt as he pushed and rammed with extreme force. The more I screamed, the more pleasure he got. I lost track of time as his brutal pounding continued.
Finally, after ages, he discharged his semen and flooded my asshole. As he withdrew, globs of his sticky goo started dribbling from my butthole onto my slit and the bed below.
Pramod Uncle put on his boxer shorts and opened the bedroom door. As he closed it behind him, he hissed, “I wish I could violate your ass for another hour. But Shankar is waiting. He deserves to get his quota.”
I collapsed on the bed with my hands still tied. My knees were trembling from the brutality of the last hour. My whole body was aching. And at least one more wolf was out there waiting for his turn to devour my body. The clock showed 8.30 PM.
Chapter 5: Shankar Uncle
Shankar Banerjee is a Bengali, fondly known as ‘Dada’ in the neighbourhood. He is in his early 50s, probably 52 or 53. He has a lovely wife and 3 children, all on the ground floor.
I had a hard time believing he could be a member of this perverted gang known as the serial drillers. I hoped against hope that he would turn out to be a gentleman.
At 8.45 PM, the door flung open, and in walked Shankar Uncle. He was wearing a long-sleeved button-down shirt and long pants with a belt. A very different sight from his friends, who entered my bedroom half-naked. I raised my hopes.
He looked at my condition and stepped forward to untie my hands. He stared at the red marks on my skin left behind by Pramod Uncle’s spanking and said, “You are in bad shape. I wish I could let you rest. But the effect of the Viagra will be wearing off soon, so I can’t wait anymore.”
I sighed in despair. My hopes were unfounded. This man will have his share. There was no changing his mind. “My god, your holes are filthy! Full of cum,” he said in disgust as he inspected my body. “I wont touch your filthy holes. You stink of cum. You need a good wash.”
He lifted my naked body in his arms and walked out of the bedroom, down the hall and through the living room, onto the balcony. As we passed the living room, the other sick bastards clapped and whistled, seeing my condition.
As soon as he stepped onto the balcony, I heard and noticed the rain again. It was a heavy downpour, so loud and blinding that the streetlights appeared dim. The housing tower next door was hidden behind the curtain of rain.
For the last 6 hours, I had experienced some of the worst times of my life. Suddenly, the sound of thunder and the lashing of rain on my body felt so good. Shankar Uncle laid me down on the balcony floor and took off his belt. He unzipped his pant and removed his underwear.
He started stroking his dick while watching my naked body get washed by the rain.
“Don’t worry. Nobody is watching us in this weather,” he assured me. After 5 minutes, he pulled me up by my arms and made me sit on the balcony floor. Then he stood in front of my face and pointed his dick at me.
“Open your mouth,” he said softly.
Water was dripping off his cock and balls, as well as my eyelashes, nose and chin. I opened my mouth at his command, expecting him to shove his cock in. He surprised me by pushing his balls on my lips. He wanted me to suck his balls!
I could not see much in the darkness and the torrential rain, but his balls seemed big. Very big. I opened my mouth as wide as possible, but his balls could not fit in. Not even one. They were as big and heavy as coconuts. He realised this and started rubbing his balls all over my wet face.
He rubbed them on my eyes, nose, lips and chin. Round and round, up and down, again and again. Finally, he shoved his cock in my mouth.
“Grab my balls, squeeze them,” he asked. I did as I was told, cupping his balls – one in each hand – and squeezing them. Dada grunted in pleasure. He kept fucking my mouth for a long time, not pausing even for a second. My hands grew tired of squeezing his nuts, but he kept going.
“Squeeze harder,” came his last command.
I gathered up all my strength and squeezed as hard as I could. It worked. With a loud grunt, Dada dumped tons of cum into the back of my throat. His discharge was so profuse that I almost choked, swallowing most of it while the rest dripped off my lips and chin.
That night, in torrential rain, on the balcony, Shankar Uncle fucked my face. It was my only experience in the rain. I tried to get up from the balcony floor, but my legs gave way. I was too weak from the exertion and exhaustion of the last 6 hours.
Shankar Uncle had to wear his clothes and carry me to the bedroom again. The others came to the bedroom to see me. “She is in bad shape. She needs to rest,” Dada said. Vinod Uncle refused, “We planned for a nightlong orgy. It’s only 9.30 PM now.”
But Sundaram Uncle had the final word, “We should have dinner first. Shilpi needs to eat.” I refused. I was too tired. I just wanted to sleep.
The Serial Drillers accepted my request and let ke sleep. “We will be here all night and tomorrow. You have no idea what lies in store for you,” they said as they closed the bedroom door from outside.
Next Part: Serial Drillers – Part 3