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The next morning at 10 o’clock, I went to the clinic to meet my friend. She told me to lie down on the table. I lay down. She examined me.
“Is there any problem?” she asked me.
“Nothing much, just a slight stomach ache,” I replied.
“Is your bowel movement clear?” she asked again.
“Well, I haven’t had a bowel movement for two days,” I answered.
“Do you have piles or anything? Let me check,” Neha said to me.
“What are piles?” I asked.
“First, lie on your stomach and lift your saree and petticoat,” she told me.
I didn’t understand much, but I turned over and lay on my stomach. Before I could do anything, she lifted my saree and petticoat above my waist. I was looking back when suddenly she pulled down my red underwear to my ankles. I turned red with embarrassment.
But I couldn’t do anything. My ass cheeks were completely exposed. Then she removed my underwear entirely from my legs and spread them apart. She started examining my asshole with a flashlight. I closed my eyes in shame and lay there quietly. Suddenly, she inserted a finger into my asshole.
“Aww!” I screamed.
“What’s wrong? Hasn’t your husband ever done it there? Why are you screaming so much?”
“No, never, aww!” She started rotating her finger inside my asshole, and I couldn’t hold back, screaming.
After examining my ass cheeks for two minutes, she removed her finger, and I felt relieved, as if I had been freed.
“You need an enema. Stay like that, don’t put your clothes back on,” she told me.
Even so, I pulled my saree and petticoat back down. I was extremely embarrassed, but I couldn’t do anything.
After a while, Neha came back with a huge syringe in her hand, accompanied by two young girls. I was now very embarrassed, but I sat quietly at the table.
“Why are you sitting? Lie on your stomach on the table and lift your saree,” she ordered, and I was terrified.
I lay on my stomach and waited.
“Lift her clothes,” she told the girls with her.
The two girls lifted my saree and petticoat to my waist. I wasn’t wearing underwear because Neha had already removed it and thrown it away earlier. Now, I was completely exposed below the waist in front of three girls. I was terribly ashamed of myself.
“Spread her asshole,” she told the girls.
One of the girls moved forward and, using both thumbs, spread my asshole open. I glanced back, and what I saw was terrifying. My friend Neha was standing behind me with a massive syringe in her hand. I was scared that she was going to insert it into my asshole.
She placed the syringe directly on my asshole and pushed it in with force. I felt intense pain. The two young girls held my legs tightly. She inserted the syringe fully into my asshole and pressed the plunger, injecting about a litre of some liquid into me. My stomach started churning.
As soon as she removed the syringe, I felt an urgent need to shit. I got up and rushed to the toilet. In the hurry, my saree and petticoat slipped off on the table, but I wasn’t aware of it. Half-naked from the waist down, I ran to the toilet and relieved myself with loud noises.
After I shat, I turned on the tap to wash, only to realise there was no water.
“There’s no water in that toilet. Go to the one upstairs,” Neha shouted.
But it was too late. I had already relieved myself. I had no choice now. Half-naked, I came out of the toilet and hurriedly climbed the stairs to the upper floor. The two young girls saw me and started laughing at my dirty ass cheeks. I was red with embarrassment.
I rushed into the upstairs toilet, quickly washed my ass cheeks, and came out. I went to Neha’s cabin, went behind the curtain, and searched for my underwear. I quickly put it on. I grabbed the petticoat from the table, put it on, and draped my saree before coming out and sitting next to Neha.
“Did you relieve yourself a lot?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said, looking down.
“But I’m amazed your husband hasn’t touched your asshole yet,” she asked.
“No, he hasn’t. He finds it disgusting,” I said truthfully.
“Well, my husband does it to me twice a week,” she said.
“Your asshole?” I asked.
“Yes, my asshole,” she replied.
“You’re lucky,” I said.
“Do you want to try it? Listen, Archana, there’s no point living without experiencing these pleasures. If we’re here in this human life, we should enjoy everything,” she said.
“But who will do it to me now?” I asked.
“You’re not old yet. Just say yes, and I’ll arrange for your asshole to be inaugurated,” she assured me.
“Yes,” I said firmly.
“Alright, then come to my house this afternoon, and I’ll make arrangements.”
I went to her house at 2 p.m. She invited me inside. There was a 6-foot-tall, muscular man with a beard sitting there, looking about 45 years old. I sat on the sofa in front of him. Neha sat next to me.
“This is my friend Archana, and Archana, this is Rocky,” she introduced us.
“Namaste,” I said, folding my hands.
“This is the one I told you about for the inauguration,” she said to him.
“But she’s married, and it’s been ten years since her marriage, and her husband hasn’t touched her asshole? I can’t believe it,” he said, looking at me.
The discussion about my asshole being penetrated was happening right in front of me, and I was participating in it. I couldn’t believe it myself.
“You can check if you want,” Neha said to Rocky.
Then she told me, “Archana, lean forward on the sofa with your hands for a couple of minutes.”
I immediately leaned forward. I was wearing a blue saree and a blue petticoat. Neha lifted my saree and petticoat from the bottom to my waist. Now, only my underwear was covering my modesty. She slipped her fingers into the elastic and pulled it down.
Now, my ass was exposed in front of a stranger. I wondered if I was a teacher or a slut showing her ass to a stranger. He patted my ass cheeks and gave them a hard slap. I winced in pain. My hands were resting on the sofa as I leaned forward.
He spread my asshole with both thumbs. After a while, he spat on my asshole. I didn’t like it at all. I was a teacher; how could someone spit on my ass cheeks? It was an insult. As I was thinking this, he suddenly inserted his thumb into my asshole.
“Aww!” I screamed.
“See, she’s screaming with just one finger. I told you her asshole is a virgin. You should break it,” Neha said to Rocky. I just stared in shock.
He removed his finger, and I felt relieved, catching my breath.
“25,000,” she said.
“Too much, reduce it a bit. 20,000,” he replied.
“22,000 final, not a penny less,” she said.
“Okay, done, but I have one condition. I won’t do it in a closed room. I’ll take her to a dense forest and do it there.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My asshole was going to be penetrated, and it was being negotiated like a market deal. I had become a market slut.
“Okay, but show her yours, too. Archana, sit down and take a look at it so you don’t have any objections later,” she said to me.
I sat down, already guessing what he was going to show. He quickly pulled down his pants, and I could see the bulge in his underwear. I was trying to gauge its size when he pulled his underwear down to his feet. His massive organ appeared before me!
“Oh my God!” I exclaimed.
What a dick he had. Like something out of a dream! Thick as a horse. My husband’s dick was nothing compared to it—just a tiny thing. This was a real dick, standing erect in front of me. What a beautiful tip, and its large size below.
Seeing it made my asshole tingle with excitement. It was eager to take it in. My asshole was telling me, “Take me anywhere, even to the jungle, and let it penetrate me.”
“Give it a little taste,” Neha said to Rocky.
As soon as she said that, I opened my mouth wide. He shoved his dick into my mouth. My God, it wouldn’t even fit properly. And it tasted so good. I was sucking it eagerly. He let me suck for a while before pulling it out. I didn’t like that; I wanted to devour it completely.
“Alright, Rocky, we’ll talk about the rest tomorrow. Come now,” Neha said to him.
He quickly pulled up his pants and left.
“See, Archana, I showed you what you wanted to see. If you want to get penetrated, deposit 10,000 rupees tomorrow, and we’ll arrange your inauguration,” she said.
“But Neha, it’s my asshole that’s getting penetrated, and he said he’d take me to the jungle to do it. And I have to pay too? Where’s the justice in that?”
“Look, Archu, nothing free has any value. Everything here is safe. We’ll give you both blood reports before anything happens. You know how difficult it is to have such relationships in our society. You’ve been married for ten years, but have you ever been able to have such an experience? We ensure everything is safe here. And if he wants to take you to the jungle to do it, that’s his choice. You can say no if you want. There’s no obligation. Go to your room, think calmly, and let me know by evening. I won’t mind if you say no,” she explained.
I went to my room, lay down, and started thinking. I couldn’t forget that massive dick. Should I say yes or no? I kept thinking. An opportunity like this wouldn’t come again. I couldn’t sleep that night. My mind said no, but my asshole said yes. I kept tossing and turning. The taste of his dick was incredible.
Finally, I decided to listen to my asshole. I’d go and get it penetrated. I wanted to experience that pleasure, whether in a jungle or on a deserted island.
Part 4 coming
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