Anjan Sucks My Cock – And Janani Owns Our Balls – Part 4

This is a continuation from my previous stories in the Anjan series (links on top) so read them first. Comments welcome at [email protected].

I saw Janani hiding behind the door jamb and looking at us with eyes wide open and filled with contempt (We would discover later that her extra classes got over the previous day and she was home since half past five, about the time I started drinking Anjan’s pee). She saw me looking at her and put a finger to her lips motioning me to remain quiet; her eyes conveying the threat more effectively. I was freaked and almost reflexively jumped where I sat. “What happened, baby? Too hard?” Anjan inquired with a worried look at me, still cupping my balls. I looked at him flustered, “Hehe, baby, my cock and balls are yours. Can I ever complain about what you do with your own cock and balls” I managed to reply, blowing a kiss at him. He giggled and returned to slapping my balls and I looked back at Janani. She glared angrily at me and nodded her approval of the way I handled the situation.

The door was behind Anjan (it was a little further away from the bed on the adjoining wall) so he couldn’t see that Janani was now standing right at the door. I only stared shocked and occasionally whimpered at Anjan’s punishment on my cock and balls, barely registering what he was doing. She took her shoes off (she heard our faggoty moans right at the door and had directly walked in to see what we were up to) and quietly tiptoed into the room and stood a few feet behind Anjan. Anjan, of course, oblivious to the fact that his own sister was watching his cocksucking antics barely a few feet away from his naked ass.

She was wearing a lovely powder blue, figure hugging salwar suit. She wasn’t a particularly voluptuous woman and had a reasonable 32B pair. She was slender, in fact, with a 24” waist, which flared out to her hardon evoking 36” hips. She always was a bit of a tease, with her figure hugging clothes and cute face, which seemed to be perpetually drawn into a naughty, teasing look. Right now, though, she looked not in the least cute – she looked terrifying. Although my eyes couldn’t help straying down to her taut and pert breasts and the outline of her navel in her taut and firm midriff, they kept coming back to the angry, contemptuous look on her face.

Anjan, in the meantime, was happily slapping my cock and enjoying the token whimpers coming out of my lips. “Chalo, let me suck you off before Janani turns up”, he giggled soon enough and took my cock in whole and started the headjob. Janani had by now pulled and tied her hair up, thrown her dupatta away and rolled up her sleeves. I had no idea what she was gonna do but I knew I had better do everything she tells me to so I just stayed quiet and let Anjan suck me off in front of his sister. Anjan, oblivious to all this, sucked me off in earnest and I came soon enough, wanting to end this as soon as I can. I moaned involuntarily as I short spurts after spurts of my own warm cum into Anjan’s mouth.

Janani waited till Anjan swallowed it, moaning and humming in his own perverted sexual pleasure as I waited intently for when Janani would make her presence known. I didn’t have to wait for long as she made to clear her throat, making Anjan scream out in shock and turn to face his sister buck naked, his cock lolling about, semi hard. I didn’t waste a second and jumped to Janani’s feet as she sat down on a chair. “Please don’t do anything to us, akka.

We were just bored and started experimenting. We won’t do it again! We’ll do everything you tell us to. Please don’t tell our parents, please!!” I begged, holding her feet, still buck naked. Anjan quickly understood the situation and fell right next to me, holding her left foot and repeating my entreaties, as I held her right. We didn’t even dare look up and only kept begging and pleading.

“Kiss my feet”, the first words Janani ever spoke to us. Anjan was confused but I realized what Janani had on her mind and immediately put my lips to her feet and started making smooching noises as I kissed them. “Mairu, do I have to tell you separately?” she said, menacingly, to Anjan, and gave him a resounding slap on his face. Shocked and just as surprised as I am, Anjan fell down and began kissing her left foot as I kissed her right. “Perverted gay faggots! Shameless, useless, pieces of shit!” she began her tirade. Anjan was foolish enough to look up and got Janani’s foot plush in his face. “Did I tell you to stop, you stupid cuntslave!!” she yelled quite loudly, as Anjan fell back to kissing her feet.

“You guys realize that you are now my slaves right?” Janani said, halfway through her tirade against our “disgusting behaviour”. By now, Anjan and I had begun licking and had licked her feet clean and moved upto her shin. “Yes, mistress”, both Anjan and I said, our first words since Janani started her tirade. She reached down and grabbed us by our hair and pulled us up, “my cute little slaves! Unless someone else can hear you, you’ll always address me as mistress henceforth. Disgusting pigs!” “Yes, mistress”. “You will do my every bidding else the photos I clicked on my phone will not just go to your parents, but your friends also. You wanna be gay forever?” “No, mistress”.

She stood us up and held our balls, “Even if I don’t always have my hands on these, remember that I own them” she said and began squeezing really hard. Our knees buckled under this pressure and we whimpered in the pain as she continued to squeeze them. Only, by now, we both had raging hardons again and were curiously enjoying the punishment.

To be continued unless you guys feel I shouldn’t. Comments welcome at [email protected]. Remember to look for the next part in the group section and not the gay section ;)

Anjan Sucks My Cock – And Janani Owns Our Balls – Part 4