Gopal 's Aarti

[ annotation : This is a parody of Revolution 2020 by Chetan Bhagat. For those unfamiliar,
a low synopsis is given ]

outline : Gopal is the also-ran turned racy guy who is in dear with Aarti, the love
of his friend turned foeman Raghav. However, as Gopal rises and Raghav bites
the dust for his radical ideas, Aarti veers round to Gopal. However, Gopal gets a
sudden change of heart, deciding Raghav deserves Aarti, and so call for two
whores to his birthday, knowing Aarti would come and so get shocked. In the
literal story, the ploy Succeeds. But bhagat never makes for undecomposed erotica does
he ? ... ..
Written in first person view, as Gopal ... ..

I lay in bed with the two lady friend on either side. My heart was pounding, as I heard
Aarti enter the bread and butter way and oral sex for the stairs. The girls, forgetful to my
awe and Hope, did what they were paid for. One, the short and tight-fitting one,
began nibbling my cervix, the early massaging my groin. Inspite of my fearfulness, the
feeling was gracious, much better than with just one girl.

My attention shifted to the door, which was beginning to open. The daughter noticed
it too, and looked up. Aarti stood there, holding a add-in and a present. It seemed
like slow gesture, as her look changes from smile to storm to shock to
disgust. `` Oh my God ! '' She cried.

'' Why did you order a third call girl ? `` asked the tall one, mistaking my lover for
a whore.

For a mo time stood still, the girls and me staring at the spectre, she
staring at me in utter disbelief. My belly began to churn, I 'd never expected it
to be this farsighted and afflictive. She should have run, or shouted, or slapped me.
Anything but this frozen scene.

Strangely, neither of us broke the piece, the tightfitting girl did. `` Why do n't you join
in ? We are wasting time here. Or are you his lady friend ? `` she smirked as she
saw my rooted expression.

I felt devastated. What would I say now ? What was I supposed to do ?
Steangely again, Aarti actually came in. I noticed that she looked awesome, in a
white salwar kameez with floral excogitation and a blue kameez with dupatta to
match. Her typeface looked so lovely, as the shock absorber began to wear off.

Then she did the unthinkable. She climbed onto the bed, right on top. The weight
made it rattling, or I 'd thought I 'd dreamed off, or fainted. Aarti s perfume now
invaded my scent, and I forgot that there were two bawd, that she was
supposed to be shocked, that we were ... ..

Her look filled my view, and her hair touched me gently before her lips engulfed
me. I was in seventh heaven, as my lover lay on me, our lips locked in a
passionate kiss, our bodies wrapped the way I 'd always wanted them to be. The
kiss went on, longsighted than either of us could suppose. Again, it was the impatient
skinny whore.

She grabbed my lover by her sybaritic hair, and pulled us apart. `` Do n't forget us.
You 've paid high, get your value for money ``

Before I could say anything, Aarti spoke up `` You ordered cocotte on your
birthday ? ``

'' N..no, they are a natural endowment. From the MLA. it 's what plentiful hoi polloi do '' I stammered.

'' Well, I 'm rich people and I never ordered whores '' her musical note, strangely, was not hostile.

'' Err ... .welll .... ''

'' Never mind. I came to make this Gopals skillful natal day ever. Since you have
already begun the party, let me connect in '' she giggled.

'' certain ... '' did I say that ? Did I really ? U could n't think straight. Especially when
she took my bridge player, still around the two whores, and placed them firmly on her
Twin mammaries. The deal of it almost made me cum. My brown hands on her
white chest, cupping her melons at her own pressure. My manly instincts
kicked in, I began squeezing them. They felt soft in my hands, the flesh yielding
to pressure as her salacious helping hand caressed my chest. I increased my pressure,
mashing the sacks together as my fingers bit into her inwardness. She moaned, her
red sassing parting in a sexy smile.

The cocotte I guess concluded that they would be left out unless they joined in
with Aarti.
As aarti knelt on my torso, the tall working girl got behind her, and began unzipping
her salwar. A mo later, her salwar was held to her only by my tit-grasp. I let
go, and aarti took it off. She had on a sexy lace bra, which complemented her
bust well. So I let it continue, pulling out the mammaries from the cups. I now sat
up, taking a titty in my mouth as aarti held me to her chest, like a baby. Which
would now be mine, not raghav s.

The mamilla tasted scrumptious, and I wondered what her milk would smack like.
Benares had oxen aplenty, but mine would definitely yield the intimately garden truck. But
now they were dry, her titty empty and useless. I made the best of it, chewing
her soft nips till I drew some blood. But aarti endured it, the tit firmly in my
mouth.

But it was time to move on. Aarti had somehow got rid of her kammez and pantie,
anticipating a screw. However, I wanted a taste first. Pushing her onto the bed, I
climbed on top, positioning my cheek to her snatch.

Like all Amerindian language girls, her kayoed mouth were a dark tint of brown. I gently parted
them to divulge redish pinko inners, with a depression at the pith which I knew
led to her womb. I began licking the country, already wet with juice. It tasted tangy,
the control surface a bit like the inside of her well explored mouth. I began lapping at
her, occassionally pushing my clapper into her baby canal. I could tell apart she was
getting hot, the juice now flowing into my mouthpiece. Her clit became overgorge,
and her moaning intense. She buried my face in it, and I kept up the whacking
ascmy anterior naris were overwhelmed by the smell of aarti.

Suddenly, her groin pushed into my face, her succus erupted in a vent of love,
she came. I devoured her succus, enjoying her orgasm as much as she did. I 'd
made aarti cum, and how. Now for my delight. I changed perspective, pushing her
back on top, and motioned the working girl to support her down while one of them
massaged my dick. I could see that aarti hated the skinny whore fondling my
shaft, but I was beyond caring. I wanted her cunt, and I was going to get it.

My hammer was soon raring to go, and I parted her legs enough to make a motion in between.
She was already slick with cum from her finish orgasm. I positioned my spear at
the end of her hole and slowly began pushing in. The sight of my dick, which
was big by Indian standards, disappearing into her hole, sent a thrill through me,
almost making me cum. Soon I was deep Inside her, my glob touching her ass,
as our consistency joined in fleshly pairing. It felt strong and flabby, her paries holding me
firmly as her eyes showed her penury to be fucked hard. I ordered the skinny
whore to take in her breast and osculate her, while the other was between my legs,
licking my ass and balls. I was cook to fuck.

Beginning gently, I soon picked up pep pill. Aarti was rocking her hips against
mine, do-or-die to bring in as very much as she could. The tart was kissing her
deeply now, their clapper entwining in lesbian erotic love as my dick sawed in and out
of me. I'd never thought that Aarti and me would involve others in our
love, but as I saw Aarti take for the whore tightly squeezing her knocker as
she kissed, I wasn't repenting. Meanwhile, the other harlot was sucking on my
pouch, gently pulling them down as they bounced against Aarti's ass. The
combined effect of licking fucking and seeing aarti's loving made me set about
flood tide. But I had no intent of making her pregnant. Atleast not now. I pulled
out, and climbed towards her face. She looked unhappy at being pulled out of,
so I got the tart to lick her to climax. Pushing the other whore aside, I aimed
directly for her face, and came. The cum shot out like a shower, spraying her
sweet face with jizz. Some landed on her lips and she promptly licked them up.
Some landed on her luscious hair, on her forehead, on her mascara-ed cheeks,
and some directly below me, onto her tits. The harlot cleverly spread it out, till
she had a nice cum coating on her whole torso and side, making her glitter like
a doll. But she didn't seem to care, as she was brought to climax a irregular after
me. The sight of her rocking and moaning under me was amazing, her boob
bounce as she moved up and down on the bed. I reached out and pulled a
mammilla, making her yelp in the middle of her coming. Encouraged, I began pulling
both nipple alternatively, making her rise from the bed by her mammilla. I'd never
thought I'd detriment her, but the way her bag stretched as she began to scream in
pain in the neck was just too good to stop.

I moved down a little, asking the whore to observe up the pain. And they outdid
themselves, pulling aarti literally up by her tits, making them red. I could only
imagine the shock and agony the poor miss was going through after a satisfying
cum, but I wanted it to continue, for the sake of seeing her meat stretchability and her
cum glossed face contort in excruciation. She soon started begging to be let off, and I
complied. For whatever her mammilla may be worth, I still loved her, and the gentler
part of me couldn't see her in agony for yearn. But pity was a passing feeling. I
looked at her red heart, at her poor grimace asking me to end the fuck school term, at
the two fancy woman now playing with her funbags, and I had an idea.

I asked if either had a dildo. Skinny as common answered as usual."Sure. Most
clients who order two whores want some Lesbian action. We have a coffin nail cud
too."I asked them to bestow them. Soon a red dildo and a E. B. White nates plug
appeared. I asked them to insert the dildo into aarti's vagina. They did so, and
aarti, for all her pastime in ending the shtup, began fucking herself with it. What a
jade, I thought. I now moved towards her, and she parted her leg in anticipation
of another fuck. Instead, I turned her over. Her cute ripple ass was available as
I took some lube from the helpful lady of pleasure and smeared it over the ass crack.

Aarti must birth senesed the cold, and asked"gopal, what are you doing ? The
screwing fix is low-down darling."she had as yet no idea where the concerned fuck
muddle was. She got some idea as I began running a finger up and down her ass
cracking. I finally decided to impress in, when the golf hole looked respectably lubed from
the outside. Taking more lube, I began to bear on a finger into her ass. Aarti
instantly began to protest, the medium benares girl having little approximation on ass
piece of ass. Tlll marriage that is. I was having a lot of trouble inserting even one
fingerbreadth, but kept at it. After the brutal tit pulling, aarti had learnt to stay quiet I
guess. Her protests were LE outspoken, as I pushed one finger thick enough for my
knuckle joint to hit her crack. I pulled out, eliciting a sidesplitter and a suspiration. Soon though,
two finger's breadth began the Saame journey, and this time she actually began to holler.
The journey took surprisingly less clip, and I soon had a one-third finger going in.
when a one-quarter also succeded inspite of aarti's now hoarse screams, I decided to
go in for the real deal. Taking the fingers out, I began to invest my cock at the
entrance.

Aarti realized what was happening, but resigned herself to her ass rape. The
ass, for all my work, was still quite tight, as I remarked struggling to
accommodate my shaft."Gopal, what are you doing ? I'm
being….aahhhh….ripped apart. How can you do this to me ? I love yo…..ah……."
parting of me again wanted to excuse and stop, the other part was too far gone to
bother. I just kept pushing in, my puerility crush turned lover being spread by
my thruway against her want. Finally, I was in abstruse sufficiency to get a smell of her ass
walls wrapping me in an embracing as tight as she would give when I returned
from Kota. The equivalence felt good.

I now began to promote in and out, taking threefold the prison term each bicycle as she was
still quite dry and couldn't possibly lube herself even if she wanted to. With each
thrust, I went deeper into her once Virgo the Virgin ass, and got commensurate screams of
pain in the neck, pleas and protestation. Like I cared any longer. She had ditched me for my
friend, she deserved all that was coming to her, and Thomas More. Aarti was crying by
now, her sobs rocking her physical structure in line with my thrusting. I just enjoyed the drive,
wishing I could look deep into her middle and tell her how much annoyance a single net
chat had caused me, how it had ruined my prospect in the entranceway
examination, stopped me from becoming a Raghav. The anger only led to more and
Sir Thomas More brutal strokes, and I dimly noted that my cock was now coated with red
slime, likely her blood.

I kept thrusting, my anger keeping me going even when my body felt tired. But
eventually I approached orgasm. I reached out and grabbed her hair, making her
conjure her head to look at me invertedly. Her pretty face had telephone line of mascara
flavored tears running down her cheeks. Her eyes were red, tears brimming from
them and flowing down to her quivering sassing. She looked more sexy than I'd
ever thought she'd be. I came.

I'd already cum twice, so this was a more halfhearted function, nevertheless, she broke
into fresh sobs as she felt her bowels fill with man seed and I began my journeying
out. My peter had a thick coating of rake and slime, and I decided at that instant
to get it cleaned. Asking one of the now idle fancy woman to crusade the butt plug in, I
dragged aarti to her knees, and shoved my dirty cock into her fair face. The flock
of the stunner, the beauty I'd dreamed of loving so tenderly, so affectionately, for
my altogether lifetime, wrapped around my dick like a cheap woman of the street, made my dick hard.
Although I'd already cum twice, I guessed a blowjob was well worth it. Grabbing
her cum stained hair, I began sawing in and out of her typeface. She offered no
underground, secretly relieved at having a more acceptable hollow being used. Her
red sass smeared lipstick on my dick, replacing the rip. It took me quite some
sentence to descend, and aarti was made to nurse and suck hard, her hair being used to
control her head and her mouth. It felt warm, and the feat of having taken all
three of her hole in a day, of which two were undoubtedly virgin, made me
proud. Finally, I came, pressing her face deep into my dick, her flabby long strands
mixing with my coarse dick hair.

Instinctively, I kicked aarti off me, and she collapsed on the story, making the
butt jade move deeper. She lay there, panting and crying as I moved upto her.
Her centre had a looking at of betrayal, which I found rather ironical. Taking my left
invertebrate foot, I pressed it down on her cheek, until it covered her eyes and scent. I took a
pic of her naked physical structure, with my human foot on her. It would suffice as a proficient memento. I
stomped twice on her facial expression, and then asked the whores to clean her up. I needed
a well deserve rest.

Later, they brought aarti down to the living way. Their time was almost over, so
I paid them for the dildos which I intended to keep back, and gave them up to the
pimp. Aarti and I were now alone. Although dressed normally, I saw that she
wasn't sitting comfortably. I asked her what happened.

"the girls….they left the dil…dildos in me. It hurts gopal….please…."

I guffawed, imagining the wretched miss sitting stuffed in front, her conservativist garb
hiding her intimate plight.

"Please. Haven't you done enough damage already ? I can hardly sit, let alone
walk. How could you ?"

I didn't bother to reply. Instead I got up, and took the gifts she'd brought. She
snatched them back.

"Those were for the gopal I loved, the estimable gopal. You are a monstrosity."she got
up to leave behind. I grabbed her by her shank, and pulled her down. Ripping the careful
packagaing, I saw that one of them was a scrapbook she'd made by hand. It
contained every computer memory we shared together, with every photo of us together
from the moment I ate her cake, to the day I proposed to her on the boat,
carefully stuck with the demand dates. problem was, it had no pics of us during
the period when she was romancing raghav and I was slogging at Kotar. I decided
to remedy that.

Making aarti sit on my lap, I gave her a pen and took cargo deck of her nipple. The whores
had attached nipple clinch, which were easy to pluck through her White salwar.
Pulling them I said"write as I dictate bitch, or I'll deplumate your nips off"Crying
agai, she complied. I followed up by making her write how she had tortured me,
made me charter to alcohol, ruined my dad's dream, turned me into a corrupt
man, and made me and my best acquaintance raghav foeman. She cried as she wrote,
but the pull of the clamps kept her shaking deal on paper. Finally, I got her to
write today's day of the month on a pageboy, and gave her the pic of me with my foot over her
naked body."NO ! anything but that"she cried. I pulled the clamps till her shalwar
was obscenely stretched, her titty presumably being ripped apart. She took the
giue I'd given her, and stuck it. Below It she wrote,"payment for everything"I
let go of the clamps.

Pulling her by her hair's-breadth, I took her towards the door."gopal, no. there are people
outside, don't mortify me so."I simply ignored her, opening the door and
pulling her out. Just then, I saw her mobile doughnut. I asked her to drive the call.

"Hi, It's Raghav. You haven't spoken in a spell peach. IS everything all
right ?"

I made her say she was allright. That she was planning to get to up for past
mistakes by giving him a Nox of hot steamy sex. She said so, trying her best to
keep her vocalization stage. Raghav bought it. I drove her to the composite where he
stayed. Aarti got out, and I adjusted her butt plug so that it stuck out, unknown
to her. I saw her base on balls upto raaghav, and kiss him. She tried to keep distance,
but he gave her a tight hug. He was facing me, and I saw his expression modification
as he felt the clinch against his thorax. Looking down, he saw her hoopla as well.
He pulled away. I saw him shout something, and aarti began murmuring
something. Raghav, that gentle Raghav, landed a hard smacking against her font, and
stomped into the complex. The gateman stopped her from following, and she fell
to her knees crying at the gate. She didn't even protest when I pulled her up and
led her to my car. We drove back, she making an excuse of a night work shift at the
ramada hotel. She broke down the moment she cut the call.

"You will ruin my life won't you ? Not let me let any felicity ? no….."I
slapped her hard on her face, splitting her lip and shutting her up. Looking
straight into her eyes, I said,

"Aarti, you're mine. Now and forever……bitch ! ”