Anjali slammed the door behind her and kicked off her sandals. Her tight salwar kameez clung to her curves after the long day, and she was already wet thinking about what she’d texted the two guys. Suresh and Ramesh. Both 28, both cocky, both had fucked her separately before. Tonight she wanted both at once.
They showed up ten minutes later, smelling like beer and sweat. Suresh grabbed her ass the second the door closed. “You serious about this, slut?” he growled in her ear.
“Shut up and fuck me,” Anjali answered, already pulling her dupatta off. She dropped to her knees in the middle of the living room and yanked both their zippers down. Two thick Telugu cocks sprang out, already hard. She wrapped her lips around Suresh’s first, sucking loud and sloppy while her hand pumped Ramesh.
“Fuck, look at her,” Ramesh muttered. “Greedy bitch.”
Anjali switched, taking Ramesh deep until her nose pressed against his pubes. Spit ran down her chin. She gagged on purpose, letting the sound fill the room. Suresh reached down and slapped her tits through the thin fabric.
“Get naked,” he ordered.
She stood, stripped fast, and bent over the couch. Her round ass and shaved pussy were on full display. Suresh dropped behind her and shoved two fingers straight into her cunt. “Already dripping. You been thinking about two cocks all day?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Give it to me.”
He lined up and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. Anjali cried out. Ramesh stepped in front of her and fed his cock into her mouth again. They started fucking her from both ends, rough and fast. Every time Suresh pounded her, she was shoved forward onto Ramesh’s dick.
“Harder,” she gasped when Ramesh pulled out to let her breathe. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
Suresh grabbed her hips and hammered. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed. He pulled out and swapped with Ramesh without warning. Ramesh’s cock was thicker; it stretched her differently and she groaned like an animal.
They used her like that for a while, switching holes, calling her every dirty name in Telugu and English. “Randu,” “slut,” “pooku,” “cock-hungry whore.” Anjali loved every word. Her pussy clenched and she came hard on Ramesh’s cock, legs shaking.
Suresh lay on the floor. “Ride me.”
Anjali straddled him and sank down on his cock. Ramesh moved behind her, spat on her asshole, and started working a finger in.
She pushed back, taking it. Soon two fingers, then the head of his cock pressing against her tight ring.
“Both holes,” she begged. “Do it.”
Ramesh pushed in slow but steady. Anjali’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as she was stretched full. Two cocks inside her at once. She felt stuffed, owned, perfect. They started moving together, finding a rhythm that made her see stars.
“Fuck, her ass is squeezing me,” Ramesh grunted.
“Her pussy’s milking me too,” Suresh answered. “Dirty girl loves it.”
Anjali bounced between them, sweat dripping down her back. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure through her. She came again, harder, squirting a little around Suresh’s cock. They didn’t stop. They kept pounding until she was limp and moaning nonsense.
Suresh pulled out first. “On your knees.”
She dropped. Both men stood over her, jerking fast. Hot cum splattered across her face, her tits, her open mouth. She licked her lips, swallowed what she could, and rubbed the rest into her skin like lotion.
They stayed another hour. Fucked her again on the bed, slower the second round but still raw. Anjali came three more times. When they finally left, her pussy and ass ached in the best way. She lay on the messy sheets, cum still drying on her body, already thinking about the next time she’d get two cocks at once.
That was the night Anjali stopped pretending she only wanted one man. Two was better. Two was filthy. Two was exactly what her greedy Telugu pussy needed.
