Aadhya bent over the table and pulled up her sari, exposing her ample buttocks. With her legs spread slightly, the man behind her easily slid his lingam into her wet yoni and began thrusting. She bit her tongue to suppress her moans. It always felt good even if she didn’t have any special feelings for the person invading her.

Very soon she felt the hot flooding of male seed and the shaft withdrew and its owner walked away without a word. Her hand sought her pleasure button and rubbed the fresh cream on it until the pleasure came. Then she wiped the dripping with the cloth she carried for just such a need. It might not be long before another hard male organ would want to release in her.

They only had entry to her female portal from behind, like animals did. She would also present her yoni on her knees with her ass in the air, her hair-framed opening visible for their penetration.

That was her duty as the stepdaughter in a family of four boys and several male cousins who lived nearby. Her widowed mother had been so pleased to remarry that she hadn’t cared what happened to her teenaged daughter. The homely and chunkily built girl would likely not attract any suitors and would be a burden to her mother for many years. The fact that her husband more often unloaded his lingam in her daughter than inside her was actually a relief since the mother didn’t care much for sex anyway.

With birth control available at the government clinic, Aadhya didn’t mind the carnal attention she was required to accept. It was better than none, and only one of her stepbrothers was more than a “minute-man”. He also talked to her like a person. Not only was he the nicest, but probably the smartest and had the biggest lingam. Manan was a year younger than her, but that mattered not.