The Pune “business party” weekend was over.

They checked out of the hotel at noon on Sunday bodies sore, sheets ruined...housekeeping would never look at them the same, Riya’s thighs still sticky from the last round at 6 a.m. when Vikram had bent her over the bathroom sink and fucked her ass while she watched herself in the mirror, screaming his name until her voice cracked.

Shalini was waiting at her maternal home. They had to pick her up on the way back to Thane.

The drive started innocent enough Vikram behind the wheel, Riya in the passenger seat, soft music playing, windows cracked to let in the cool December air. Riya had changed into a modest salwar-kameez for the pickup light pink cotton, dupatta draped properly, hair in a neat braid. She looked every bit the caring younger sister.

But under the salwar no panties. Under the kameez no bra. Her nipples were already hard, poking against the fabric. Her pussy was still swollen and sensitive from three days of non-stop use, leaking a slow, constant trickle that had soaked the seat beneath her within the first hour. Vikram noticed. He always noticed.

About 90 minutes into the drive halfway between Pune and Mumbai he took a sudden left turn off the expressway onto a narrow, potholed side road. The highway noise faded. Trees closed in. No other cars. No houses. Just empty fields and a dirt track leading to nowhere.

Riya’s breath hitched.

“Jiju… yeh raasta?”

Vikram didn’t answer. He drove another 2 km until the road dead-ended at a small, overgrown clearing completely hidden from the highway by thick bushes and a line of trees. No one could see them. No one could hear them.

He killed the engine.

Silence except for their breathing.

Riya turned to him eyes already dark with need.

“Jiju… yahan? Car mein?”

He grabbed her braid yanked her head toward him kissed her hard, tongue deep, biting her lower lip until she whimpered.

“Haan yahan. Car mein. Teri behen ghar pe wait kar rahi hai… par abhi… tu meri randi hai. Aur main tujhe itna rough chodunga ki tu chal bhi nahi payegi jab uske paas pahunchenge.”

He shoved his seat back as far as it would go, then pulled Riya over the console onto his lap facing him, legs straddling his thighs. Her salwar tore at the seam when he yanked it down roughly fabric ripping with a loud rrrrrip. He didn’t care. He shoved the kameez up to her neck tits bouncing free, nipples dark and stiff.

“Choot dikha,” he growled.

Riya lifted her hips spread her thighs wide across his lap. Her pussy was already dripping lips puffy, clit swollen, inner thighs shiny from the drive.

Vikram slapped her cunt hard, wet 'smack'

Riya yelped hips jerking.

“Kitni geeli hai tu… poori drive bhar tapakti rahi na?”

“Haan Jiju… aapke lund ki yaad mein… meri choot tapak rahi thi… please… andar daalo… rough… zor se…”

He didn’t make her wait.

He unzipped cock springing free thick, veined, rock-hard, head already leaking. He gripped her hips lifted her and slammed her down onto his cock in one brutal motion.

Riya’s scream filled the car raw, broken.

“AAAAHHHH… JIJU… MERI CHUT… PHAT GAYI… ITNA ZOR SE… MERA POORA WEIGHT AAPKE LUND PE!”

“Le… randi… poora andar le… teri choot meri property hai.”

He started thrusting up into her hard, fast, merciless. The car rocked violently springs creaking, windows fogging instantly. Her tits bounced on his face nipples brushing his lips. He caught one between his teeth bit down sucked hard while he fucked her.

Riya’s hands braced on the roof head thrown back, moaning nonstop.

“JIJU… ZOR SE… MERI CHUT MAARO… AAPKA LUND MERI CHUT KA MAALIK HAI… PHAAAD DO… BARBAAD KAR DO MUJHE!”

He slapped her ass hard, echoing cracks inside the confined space turning both cheeks bright red. Each slap made her clench around his cock tighter.

“Bol… kiski randi hai tu?”

“AAPKI… JIJU… TERI SAALI… TERI PERSONAL RANDI… ROZ CHODO MUJHE… MERI CHUT AUR GAAND AAPKE LIYE HI HAI… DI KO PATA NAHI CHALEGA… PAR MAIN AAPKI HOON!”

He grabbed her throat squeezed just enough to make her eyes flutter and fucked harder. The car was shaking like it was in an earthquake windows rattling, seats squeaking, her ass slapping against his thighs "pach-pach-pach".

Riya’s pussy squirted suddenly hard, messy gush soaking his lap, the seat, the dashboard. She screamed “JIJUUUU… AA RAHI HOON… MERI CHUT TOOT GAYI… SQUIRT KAR RAHI HOON AAPKE LUND PE!”

Vikram didn’t stop kept pounding through her orgasm making her oversensitive, making her sob.

“Ek aur… jhad ek aur baar… mere lund pe!”

He rubbed her clit with his thumb fast, rough circles while slamming deeper.

Riya broke again second orgasm crashing through her squirting even harder, screaming his name until her voice cracked.

“JIJUUUU… PHIR SE… MERI CHUT BARBAAD HO GAYI… AAPKA LUND MERI JAAN LE RAHA HAI!”

He pulled out suddenly cock slick and shining flipped her around so she faced the windshield ass up, face pressed to the dashboard.

“Ab gaand.”

He spat on her asshole rubbed the head in circles then slammed in. Riya’s scream was muffled against the dashboard.

“AAAAHHHH… MERI GAAND… JIJU… PHIR SE… ITNA ZOR SE… PHAT RAHI HAI!”

He fucked her ass like he was trying to break her deep, vicious thrusts, hips snapping forward, balls slapping her clit. The car rocked harder shocks creaking, windows fogging completely.

“Le… teri gaand mein… poora maal daal dunga… teri behen pregnant hai… main usko nahi chhod sakta… par teri gaand… yeh meri hai!”

Riya pushed back desperate.

“Haan Jiju… meri gaand aapki hai… roz maaro… phaad do… mujhe rula do… chillane do… koi rokne wala nahi!”

He reached around four fingers plunging into her pussy while he fucked her ass. Double stuffed again ass and cunt full.

Riya shattered third orgasm ripping through her ass clenching around his cock, pussy squirting onto his hand, tears streaming down her face.

“JIJUUUU… AA RAHI HOON… GAAND AUR CHUT DONO SE… MERI JAAN NIKAL RAHI HAI…!”

Vikram roared buried himself balls-deep in her ass and came thick, hot ropes flooding her bowels, pulse after pulse, overflowing immediately, pouring out around his shaft and running down her thighs in creamy white rivers.

He kept thrusting sloppy, filthy until every drop was inside her.

When he finally pulled out, her asshole gaped red, ruined, cum bubbling out and dripping onto the car seat.

Riya collapsed forward panting, shaking, body covered in sweat, squirt, and cum.

Vikram pulled her into his lap kissed her hard tasting everything.

“Ab chal… teri di ko pick karte hain.”

Riya smiled weakly voice hoarse, legs trembling.

“Ji Jiju… par chal nahi paungi… aapne meri choot aur gaand barbaad kar di… di ko bol dena main thak gayi hoon.”

Vikram laughed darkly.

“Bol denge… ‘Riya ne party mein bohot dance kiya’.”

They cleaned up just enough wet wipes, fresh clothes from the suitcase but Riya’s thighs still glistened under the salwar, cum leaking slowly with every movement.

They drove back Riya sitting carefully, wincing every time they hit a bump.

Shalini was waiting at her maternal home smiling, happy to see them.

“Party kaisi thi?” she asked innocently.

Riya smiled sweetly voice still hoarse.

“Bohot maza aaya, Di. Jiju ne bohot khayal rakha.”

Vikram smirked at her

And the secret hunger burned brighter than ever.