Adultery Shyam, Savita Bhabhi And Kajal

[Darksam]

Shyam just stood in his kitchen for a while, stunned and disorientated. As he slowly recovered, he became aware of acute discomfort as his engorged cock strained against his tight shorts. He locked the door of his apartment, retreated into his bedroom, stripped and lay down. He jerked off three times within an hour, tried to do it a fourth time but although he had the urge, there was no more juice left in him. Exhausted and emotionally drained, he finally drifted off to a fitful sleep.

He woke up with a start at 7 in the evening, the events in the afternoon playing out in his mind over and over again. He felt a sharp twinge of guilt as he held himself responsible for what had happened. How could he have made such an overtly sexual advance towards young, innocent Kajal? He was after all older and more mature than her. He ought to have resisted the temptation, whatever might have been the provocation. Besides, he was a married man! He cringed at the thought of facing Savita Bhabi, who had so trustingly allowed her innocent young sister to spend time with him. He hoped she would never find out and the whole thing would quietly be forgotten, as if nothing had ever happened...

On the other hand, he was not to be blamed at all, he thought. He had never invited Kajal into his home, it had been her idea. And then, Kajal was not all that innocent after all! Hadn't she been behaving in a most shameless manner for the past so many days? She had virtually invited him to take liberties with her... He was only human after all. Even sage Viswamitra had lost his balance when tempted by the beautiful Menaka! And so his mind raced on... But then, he was a working man with a livelihood to earn. So he eventually reached his factory and immersed himself in work, switching his mind off from the turmoil in his personal life.

****

On running back home, Kajal freshened up, changed, gathered her notebooks and rushed out again, pleading that she was getting late for her coaching class. She hardly spoke to Savita, responding to her questions in monosyllables and avoiding looking her in the eye. Actually, she was almost a quarter hour too early, having come back from Shyam's place earlier than usual.

Her mind was in a whirl. Damn, damn, damn!! How could she have allowed a man to touch her like that! She thought as she walked to her class. She had been a fool to get herself into a compromising situation, forgetting the warnings and admonishments of her wise Bua, who was always telling her about the wicked ways of men, ready to pounce upon innocent young virgins like her to satisfy their lust. She cursed herself on her naiveté. On the other hand, it was Shyam Bhaiya who was really the villain, she thought. After all, he was married and she was almost like his younger sister – why, she even called him Bhaiya (brother)! How could he have done a thing like this – it was almost incest! She was really angry and stamped her foot hard a couple of times as she walked to her class, attracting the attention of curious passers-by...

Her mind continued to be in turmoil and she barely registered what was being taught in the class. As she walked back home, the events of the afternoon played themselves out again and again in her mind, in excruciating slow motion. She remembered every sound, every smell, every word uttered. She remembered in vivid detail his firm grip around her waist as he hoisted her on to the cooking platform, his fingers lightly holding her jaw, his soft, warm tongue licking up the detached eyelash...

Finally, she allowed herself to relive the moments when Shyam's hands had actually caressed her breasts. The memory hit her like a blow. In a sort of a delayed reaction, her nipples stiffened into hard little nubs and an exquisite pain shot through them. A spark flew through her pussy and she could feel warm, sticky fluid ooze out and wet her panties. As she continued to walk home, she started feeling light headed. A pink haze appeared to have enveloped the surroundings and normal street sounds seemed muted and far away. There was a low, dull roar in her ears, like the sound of surf crashing onto a distant shore. By the time she reached home she was shivering, barely able to summon the strength to climb the stairs.

****

The moment Kajal returned from Shyam's house, Savita had sensed that something was amiss. Kajal's nervous manner, her downcast eyes and monosyllabic responses were dead giveaways. However since Kajal had rushed out almost immediately, Savita had had no time to ask questions. One look at Kajal upon her return from coaching class told her that the problem was serious. Savita touched Kajal's forehead and found that she was running a high fever. She immediately gave her some aspirin, made her drink some milk and sent her to bed. Savita was now seriously worried, but knew that this was not the time to question Kajal. Kajal's fever had not abated till late next morning and she was still asleep. Savita finally decided to talk to Shyam to find out what had happened.

****

On his way home from work, Shyam continued to mull over the previous day's events and he finally decided what had to be done. There was no two ways about it – he had to come clean with Savita Bhabi and tell her everything. He was an upright man and was prepared to take the consequences of his actions on the chin. Within minutes of his returning home, Savita knocked on his door and came in. She could see the entrance gate to the compound of their building from her balcony, and had been waiting for Shyam to return.

"Shyam Bhai, kal dopahar Kajal ko kuchh hua kya?"

"Shyam Bhai, did something happen to Kajal yesterday afternoon?" Savita could hardly have been more direct.

"Usne aapko kya kaha?"

"What did she say to you?" Shyam queried back.

"Us se baat karne ka mauka hi nahi mila. Aapke yahan se lautnepar woh turant hi coaching class chali gayi. Jab wapas lauti to usey tez bukhar tha. Ab bhi woh so rahi hai."

"I didn't get an opportunity to talk to her. She went to the coaching class immediately after returning from your place. When she came home, she had high fever. She's still asleep." Savita explained.

"Savita Bhabi, baithiye. Mujhe aapse kuch kehna hai."

"Please sit down, Savita Bhabi. I've to tell you something." Shyam said.

Savita's heart sank as she sat down and steeled herself to hear the worst. In a low voice, Shyam related the events of the previous afternoon, holding back nothing. Savita stared out of the window, her eyes unfocussed, as she heard Shyam out. Her face in turn registered anxiety, alarm, consternation, anger and bewilderment... There was a hint of tears in her eyes. There was a long silence after Shyam finished.

"Kya yeh sab bilkul sach hai?"

"Is this all completely true?" Savita whispered. Shyam nodded in affirmative.

Savita was stunned. She was conditioned to look upon her kid sister as a child, even after she had grown up into a pretty young woman. Besides, Kajal always had been a bit of a tomboy, never taking an interest in boys. So, even when Savita had noticed Kajal developing a crush on Shyam Bhai, she had not attached any importance to it, dismissing it with an indulgent smile. What a fool she had been! She thought. However, she knew that her question was superfluous. She felt it in her heart that he had spoken the truth. It would have been so easy for him not to tell her anything and to disclaim responsibility for the whole affair if Kajal spilled the beans, but he had not done so. For that, she felt a grudging respect for Shyam.

"Savita Bhabi, main apne kiye pe bahut sharminda hoon. Mai aapse maafi chahta hoon."

"Savita Bhabi, I'm really ashamed of what I've done. I beg your forgiveness." Shyam was contrite.

But Savita was only half listening. She had a sense of déjà vu as her mind went back a few years and remembered her own involvement with a man before her marriage... She too had fallen for a married man. It had happened while she was studying in college in Indore. He was in his thirties and was a musician at her dance class. Even at the beginning of their involvement, he had not hidden his married status from her. They had met secretly several times. Dreamy tête-à-têtes and promises of eternal love had been followed by some heavy petting, and on a couple of occasions, mutual masturbation. He had offered to take her as his second wife, provided she agreed to convert to .,, since he happened to be a '.. While an infatuated and passion crazed Savita had been more than willing to go to bed with her lover, she had balked at the thought of abandoning her faith. Only her lover's scruples had prevented her loss of virginity, a commodity so prized in the marriage market in India. As soon as Bua, her father's sister had gotten wind of the affair, Savita had been forbidden to leave home unescorted. Her father had moved quickly, found a suitable groom and soon Savita was married and packed off to Mumbai.

Looking back dispassionately, Savita acknowledged that what her family had done had been in her best interest. She realized that after the high tide of passion had ebbed, she would have been miserable as the second wife of a poor musician. She was reasonably happy with her marriage too. Even so, she did not have any regrets on having had the affair. In fact, never had her husband aroused her to those feverish peaks of excitement that she had experienced at the skilled hands of her lover. Even now, her heart skipped a beat when she remembered those magic moments in her lover's arms. She also owed him a debt of gratitude. She shuddered to think what might have happened if she hadn't been able to provide visible evidence of being a virgin on her wedding night...

Savita and Kajal were quite close, in spite of a six year age difference. Savita felt fiercely protective towards her kid sister and would have been prepared to do anything for her.

breathlessly, leaving a stunned Shyam to gather his wits.
Her first instinct was to immediately forbid any further contact between Kajal and Shyam. However, Savita tried to look at things from Kajal's perspective. What if Kajal had really fallen for Shyam? Did she have any right to deprive Kajal of pleasures that she herself had experienced at the hands of her lover? After all, Kajal was not a child in need of her protection; she could look after herself, right?

Why, oh why couldn't Kajal have fallen for a nice young man from their own Gujarati Baniya community? She asked herself rhetorically. Life would have been so much simpler... Then again, Kajal could have done much worse than falling for Shyam Bhai; he was certainly better than her own choice of a lover, she thought ruefully. After all, Shyam Bhai was a good man. Besides, from what she had learned from Renu, he was a great lover... She was aware that she had herself become a bit aroused as she heard Shyam describe the previous afternoon's happenings...

While Savita was lost in her reverie, Shyam became increasingly nervous and jumpy. He fully expected an explosive venting of her wrath. So, he was caught completely off guard when Savita started to speak.

"Shyam Bhai, jo hua woh theek nahi tha. Lekin isme sharmidgi ki koi baat nahi hai. Kabhi kabhi aisi baatein ho jati hain."

"Shyam Bhai, what happened was not right. But there is nothing to be ashamed of. Sometimes, these things happen." Savita said.

"Aap kahen to ab se mai Kajal ko bilkul nahi milunga."

"If you wish, I'll not meet Kajal again." Shyam offered.

"Dekhiye Shyam Bhai, isme meri ichcha ka sawal nahi hai. Iss baat ko Kajal ne suljhana hai."

"Look Shyam Bhai, my wishes are not important. It is Kajal who has to sort the matter out." Savita said. Shyam could hardly believe what he was hearing. Before he could say anything, Savita continued.

"Haan, lekin ek baat aap zaroor yaad rakhiyega. Kajal abhi chhoti hai. Usme abhi bhi bahut bachpana hai. Ho sakta hai ki woh josh mein aakar shayad khud par qaboo na kar paye. Lekin aap bade hain aur samajhdar bhi. Aap ko bahut zimmedari aur samajhdari se kaam lena hoga."

"However, there is one thing. Kajal is young and immature. It's possible that she might behave impetuously. But you are older and mature. You'll have to handle the situation in a very responsible manner." Savita concluded.

"Savita Bhabi, mai aap se waada karta hoon. Mai meri taraf se koi bhi kasar nahi chhodunga."

"Savita Bhabi, I promise, I'll do my utmost." Shyam said.

There was silence for a while. Then Savita went home. Waves of relief washed over Shyam. So all was not lost, after all! He went to sleep in a relaxed mood. He awoke in the afternoon and found the Shah household unusually quiet. Perhaps Kajal had still not woken up. As he ate his lunch at a restaurant, he mulled over the conversation with Savita that morning. While he was happy that there had been no fireworks and recriminations, he was rather puzzled by Savita's muted response. In fact, she had been rather enigmatic, to say the least. What exactly did she mean when she said that the matter had to be sorted out by Kajal? And what was in her mind when she talked of the possibility of Kajal being immature and impetuous? Why, one interpretation could well be that she didn't actually mind what had happened. Could she in fact be telling him that he and Kajal could go ahead with their affair if that's what Kajal wanted, provided he didn't allow things to get out of hand? Oh well! That was an interesting thought. He felt a stirring in his loins...

****

Late that evening, Kajal's fever subsided. She woke up feeling weak, giddy and hungry. After a shower and a light meal she recovered some of her chirpiness. Savita went about her normal routine, solicitously enquiring after Kajal's health, but not probing her in any way. She was waiting for Kajal to broach the matter. After a while, Kajal cleared her throat nervously and said,

"Didi, us din Shyam Bhai ke yahan kuchh hua."

"Didi, something happened at Shyam Bhai's place the other day."

"Kya? Unse jhagda kiya kya?"

"What? Did you pick a fight with him?" Savita prompted.

"Nahi. Jhagdewali koi baat nahi."

"No. There was no fight." Kajal responded, suddenly tongue tied.

So Savita sat her down and slowly coaxed the whole story out of her. Having unburdened herself, Kajal rushed to Savita, hugged her tight and buried her face in her soft bosom. When Kajal released her after a minute, Kajal's face was wet with tears and she felt as if a great weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Savita was relieved too, now that she knew all the facts, since Kajal's story was essentially the same as what Shyam had told her.

"Didi, mai bahut buri hoon. Aap mujhse bahut naraz hain?"

"Didi, I've behaved very badly. You must be very upset with me!" Kajal said, eyes downcast.

"Nahi pagli! Mai kabhi tujhse naraz nahi ho sakti. Tu meri chhoti behen jo hai!"

"Of course not honey! How can I ever be upset with you? You're my kid sister after all!" Savita hugged Kajal.

"Lekin ab tumhara kya karne ka irada hai?"

"What do you intend to do now?" Savita asked.

"Sachhi, mujhe Shyam Bhai pe bahut gussa a raha hai. Unhon ne mere saath aisi badtameezi nahi karni chahiye thi. Lekin ab mujhe unki koi zaroorat nahi hai. Mai khud Math or Science ki padhai kar loongi. Mai itni bhi buddhoo nahi hoon!"

"I'm very angry with Shyam Bhai. He shouldn't have misbehaved with me! But I don't need him anymore. I can study Math and Science by myself. I am not such a duffer after all!" Kajal said, said, disdainfully tossing her head, eyes flashing.

"Achhi baat hai."

"OK, good." Savita said. She didn't think it was entirely Shyam's fault, but held her tongue. Why did she have the feeling that this was not the end of the matter?

****

Kajal went to bed again but couldn't sleep too well. She continued to think about the best way to deal with Shyam Bhai after the happenings of the past few days. She first thought that she would just stop meeting him, without giving any explanations. But then she did a rethink, since that might appear too churlish or worse, Shyam Bhaiya might think that she was afraid of facing him. So finally she decided to give him a nice smile and a warm thank you for what he had done for her, followed by a declaration that she now felt confident of tackling Math & Science on her own. Her mind made up, she went to sleep.

She woke up next morning, feeling nervous and jumpy. Although she had decided what she was going to do, the prospect of actually facing Shyam loomed ominously before her. She earnestly hoped she wouldn't lose her nerve at the last moment. Time seemed to have slowed down to a crawl as she waited impatiently for the afternoon, when she normally went to his place to study. She had taken extra care of her appearance that day. Why, she'd even shaved her legs before showering, something she didn't often do, since she almost never wore clothes that revealed her bare legs. Not that she expected anyone to see her legs, she thought. It just made her feel nice and confident...

She wore a pretty starched and ironed Calcutta cotton sari that set off her brown complexion to perfection. The sari was thick and had a rather coarse texture. She liked its feel against her skin. With the pallu demurely wrapped around her shoulders, she looked the picture of a pretty, modestly attired young Indian woman with not an inch of bare skin showing, except for her face, neck and forearms. Underneath the pallu though, she'd chosen to wear a brief, tight, daringly cut choli, one of the naughtiest she owned. The choli was designed to be worn without a bra underneath, having its own built-in cups. The choli was front opening, had a plunging neck and was secured with the two halves being tied together in a knot. Securing the knot tightly caused her breasts to be pushed together and upwards, so that they swelled prettily out of the plunging neck, forming a deep valley in between. She'd not given any conscious thought while choosing that choli.

Savita had been observing Kajal's nervous pacing since the morning but decided to keep her own counsel. Finally Kajal gathered her notebooks together in preparation to go to Shyam's place. Actually, there was no need for the notebooks, since she wasn't planning to continue to study with him. But somehow, holding the notebooks made her feel more purposeful and businesslike.

"Didi, maine socha ki Shyam Bhai ko mera faisla khud batana theek rahega. Mai unko bol ke jaldi hi wapas aoongi."

"Didi, I think it would be best if I tell Shyam Bhai my decision in person. I'll tell him and return soon." Kajal told Savita when she was finally ready to go.

"Theek hai"

"OK." Savita responded.

Kajal saw Shyam's door was closed. She was crestfallen at not finding him at home. As she turned back she heard his steps as he climbed up the stairs. He was returning after having his lunch. Shyam saw her waiting as he climbed to the fourth floor, gave her a smile, unlocked his door and invited her in, closing the latticed steel security door behind them, leaving the wooden door open as usual. He excused himself, went into his bedroom and changed into a comfortable white muslin kurta and loose fitting white cotton pajamas that he normally wore at home. He emerged and invited Kajal to join him in the kitchen, as usual. Since she was carrying her notebooks, he assumed that she had come to continue with her studies, the previous day's events forgotten...

Kajal had been thrown off-balance from the moment she saw Shyam's closed door. As she waited for him to climb up the stairs, her agitation increased. The strong, clean male odor of a profusely sweating Shyam filled her nostrils as she waited for him to unlock the door, causing her composure to rapidly dissolve. She started feeling breathless, heart beating fast. In the few minutes that she waited in his living room, her nervousness increased even more.
She again started to feel that pink haze envelop his living room. She heard his faraway voice calling her into the kitchen and started to walk towards him like a zombie...

Shyam saw Kajal's flushed face, inflamed eyelids and parted lips as she entered the kitchen. She was panting and gazing at him intently as she stopped a couple of feet away. She made an effort to speak but her voice failed her. She licked her lips and tried again, to no avail. Then suddenly, the notebooks in her hands scattered, she took a step forward and collapsed against him, her arms holding him tightly around his chest.

When she came to in a couple of minutes, she found herself in a clinch with Shyam, one of his arms around her shoulder and the other caressing her hair, while both her arms clutched him tightly around his torso, her face buried in his chest. She felt so comfortable, so safe, so secure in his strong arms... This is where I belong, she thought dreamily. She let go and surrendered herself completely to him, to do whatever he wished...

Shyam too gave in to his raging passion. He held her tight around her shoulders and thrust his hips forward, letting his engorged cock feel her soft belly. He bent and kissed her hair. He then gently loosened her grip around him and pushed her shoulders back slightly, his hips still firmly in contact with her. He lifted her face up by her chin and slowly caressed her forehead, cheeks, chin, and lips. He bent and planted a kiss on each of her eyelids. His hand continued to roam downward, caressing the side of her neck and then moving on to her shoulders. He gently nudged the pallu off her shoulders and uncovered her beautiful choli covered bust. He held her by her shoulders and admired her breasts.

He then undid the knot and the two halves of the blouse fell apart, releasing her confined breasts. They moved slightly apart, but hardly sagged at all. They were stiff and tight, a virgin's breasts that had never known a man's touch. They were full and rounded. The aureoles were dark brown and the nipples were tight little buds. The tightly knotted choli had left welts on the soft flesh. In a slow, leisurely fashion, he thumbed the nipples, rolled them between his thumb and finger and fondled her breasts, taking his pleasure.

"Kajal, kitne sundar hain tumhare chooche. Main unhe choos kar maza loonga."

"Kajal, your breasts are so beautiful. I'm going to pleasure myself by sucking them." Shyam said huskily.

Shyam sat down on a chair as Kajal stood before him, his face level with her breasts. He slowly licked her nipples one after the other, then sucked on them. Kajal had never been so aroused before. Her senses were exquisitely alert and she felt waves of pleasure wash over her body. Her legs buckled under her. Shyam immediately broke her fall and seated her on his lap. He raised her face to his and ran his tongue over her half open lips while his fingers continued to play with her bare breasts. His other hand boldly slid under her sari and started caressing her smooth calves. Kajal didn't resist, even when his hand moved above her knee. Shyam knew then that Kajal would never resist him and he could do whatever he wished. But he was also aware that he couldn't detain her for too long, since Savita Bhabi must be waiting.

"Kajal, aaj bas itna kafi hai. Savita Bhabi raah dekh rahi hongi. Lekin kal aaogi tab main tumhari jawani ka aur maza lootoonga."

"Kajal, that's enough for today. Savita Bhabi must be waiting. But tomorrow I'm going to have more fun with your young body." Shyam said, reluctantly pushing her away. He had no doubt she would return.

"Ji."

"Yes." Kajal replied docilely.

She re-tied her choli, smoothened her hair, gathered her notebooks and returned home to a waiting Savita.

***

"Kajal, kya hua?"

"What happened, Kajal?" Savita asked.

"Didi, main kuchh bol nahi pai. Mujhe chakkar sa aya. Jab main phir hosh mein ayee toh maine apne aap ko Shyam Bhaiya ki bahon me paya."

"Didi, I wasn't able to speak. I felt dizzy. When I came to, I found myself in Shyam Bhaiya's arms." Kajal said, eyes downcast.

"He Bhagwan! Phir kya hua?"

"Oh Lord! What happened next?" Savita asked.

"Didi, main nahi bata sakti. Mujhe bahut sharm lag rahi hai."

"Didi, I can't tell you. I'm feeling so embarrassed." Kajal said.

"Kajal! Yeh tujhe kya ho gaya hai?Kya unhone koi zabardasti ki tumhare saath?"

"Kajal! What's the matter with you? Did he force you in any way?" Savita asked.

"Nahi."

"No." Kajal replied. Savita was aghast.

"Besharam ladki! Tu pagal ho gai hai kya? Tujhe pata hai iska kya natija ho sakta hai? Abhi teri shaadi honi hai. Agar uske pehle hi tu kunwari nahi rahi toh kahar ho jayega!"

"You shameless girl! Have you gone crazy? Do you know the consequences of your actions? You've still to get married. If you lose your virginity before that, all hell will break loose!" Savita said, shaking with anger.

Kajal broke into tears. She could take it no more. She shut herself in the bedroom, changed into fresh clothes and then ran downstairs and onto the street. She wanted to be alone to be able to sort herself out. She kept re-living those heavenly moments in Shyam Bhaiya's arms as she wandered slowly through the crowded streets, lost in her thoughts.

She had never been so happy in her life. She remembered his voice telling her how much he was enjoying taking his pleasure with her breasts... Oh, God! How lucky I am to be able to please him! This is what I'm meant to do... The thought that she was able to please her Shyam Bhaiya was a bigger turn on for her than his magical touch. Again, in a delayed reaction, she felt a jolt of liquid electricity emanate from her nipples and shoot into her pussy. But this time, there was no fever. She was very clear what she was going to do. She couldn't wait to throw herself in Shyam's arms again...

****

An angry Savita knocked impatiently on Shyam's door. He'd just retired to his bedroom and started to jerk off. His hair and clothes were disheveled and his erect cock tented his pajamas as he opened the door and let her in. A furious Savita flew into a rage and berated Shyam for having misbehaved with Kajal. But this time, Shyam was not at all defensive. While he listened patiently to Savita, he couldn't help thinking how sexy she looked when she was angry, eyes flashing, her heaving bosom left uncovered by her displaced pallu... After allowing Savita to cool down a bit, he started to speak.

"Savita Bhabi, pehle kya hua yeh suniye."

"Savita Bhabi, first listen to what happened." Shyam said, and then proceeded to recount in detail everything that had happened between Kajal and himself, his arousal heightening as he recounted the events. He could see that Savita was becoming excited too.

"Ab aap hi bataiye, isme meri kya galati hai? Us din jo kuchh hua uske baad bhi Kajal khud apne aap mere paas aayi aur khud ko meri bahon me jhonk diya. Mai aap ki baat samajhta hoon ki agar Kajal apna kunwarapan kho baithi toh uski shaadi ke baad shayad gazab ho jayega. Lekin ittefaq se aisa kuchh nahi hua. Aage kya ho sakta hai iska bharosa dena mushkil hai. Aakhir mai bhi ek mard hoon. Mujhe bhi meri zaroorat poori karne ka haq hai!"

"You tell me, what's my fault? Even after what happened the other day, Kajal came to me unbidden and threw herself in my arms. I know that if Kajal were to lose her virginity now, there might be hell to pay after her marriage, but that's not happened. But I cannot say what might happen in future. I'm a man after all! I too have the right to satisfy my needs!" Shyam spoke bluntly, looking Savita in the eye. His message was clear.

Savita got up from her seat and moved to the door, her lip trembling. She closed the door and faced Shyam, advancing slowly towards him. She reached out and placed her hand lightly over Shyam's tented pajamas. Shyam pulled her in his arms but she sagged, pulling him down on top of her. Shyam's living room was small and crowded. He kicked the small center table aside and lay Savita down on her back on the thin cotton carpet. He hitched her sari up as she raised her legs and impatiently pulled at her panties, ripping them in the process. He quickly removed his pajamas and knelt between her open thighs. He was trembling too as he positioned his cock against her dripping cunt and then rammed home with a mighty shove.

"I'm doing this for Kajal's sake" Savita thought. Then all thoughts were driven out of her mind and she gave in to wave after wave of carnal pleasure as Shyam's hard cock stretched open her cunt and drove in till it hit her cervix. All of Shyam's accumulated frustrations welled up and drove him into a frenzy of hard, mindless fucking. Even Shyam couldn't have kept up that pace for long. After five minutes or so, he ejaculated stream after stream of his thick creamy semen inside Savita and collapsed on top of her.

As for Savita, she'd not really had many bedroom sessions with her hubby after the baby's birth and the few that she had, had been rather tepid. Her hubby seemed to be rather cagey about touching her. Either he didn't find her attractive anymore or thought that too energetic lovemaking might be harmful for her. Anyways, so aroused had she become and such was Shyam's vigor and energy that she started orgasming from the moment his hard, thick cock stretched her pussy. She lost count of the number of times she came in those five minutes.

Savita came to her senses and found herself pinned under Shyam, his semi-hard cock still buried inside her. She suddenly realized how perilous their situation was. If someone had knocked on either of their doors, it would have been disastrous. Even if that had not happened, her baby could have woken up and started bawling, or old Ba could have started calling out for her. She tried to push Shyam off but he wasn't done yet. Incredibly, she felt his cock hardening again inside her and he once again resumed his vigorous copulation.
This time, his strokes were less frenzied but no less energetic. He systematically took his pleasure, until he ejaculated again after another hard fucking session. He finally got off of her and Savita quickly rearranged her clothes.

"Mujhe jana hai"

"I got to go." She said. He nodded.

"Aap Kajal ko kuchh na kahiye. Main uske saath baat kar loonga."

"Don't tell Kajal anything. I'll talk to her." Shyam told Savita. He was very much in the driver's seat now.

****
Savita was damp, itchy and icky with all the milk expressed from her breasts, their mingled sweat and Shyam's thick, sticky semen oozing out of her pussy. There were bruises on her back where it had been rubbed against the rough dhurrie (thin cotton carpet) due to Shyam's vigorous thrusting. Her pussy was sore too, with all the pummeling it had received. Yet, she felt wonderful. She washed and changed into clean clothes. As she went about her household chores, residual semen continued to trickle out and wet her fresh panties, but she didn't mind. She clamped her legs together as her pussy spasmed at the memory of those minutes she lay spread-eagled under Shyam while he serviced her. She recalled stories about Shyam's prowess she'd heard from Renu. Now she could believe them. Wow, what a man! She thought.

When Kajal returned home, she found Savita uncharacteristically quiet. Kajal just assumed that she was still angry with her and so thought it best to keep quiet too. They ate dinner, hardly speaking to one another and then Kajal retired early to bed.

***

"Aao Kajal. Main tumhari hi raah dekh raha tha!"

"Come, Kajal. I was waiting for you!" Shyam said and led her into the kitchen the next afternoon.

Kajal noticed a new table fan whirring in the kitchen. Without a fan in the kitchen, they had been rather uncomfortable in there in the hot and humid summer season. She also noticed a pillow on one of the chairs. Shyam pulled her into his arms and embraced her tightly. She raised her face, hesitantly puckered up and planted a clumsy kiss on his lips. He covered her lips with his and gently eased them apart with his tongue. He probed her tongue with his. As he felt her tongue respond, he sucked it into his mouth and continued to lick on it. They broke their kiss after a few minutes.

"Kajal, mujhe apne chooche dikhlao!"

"Kajal, show me your breasts!" He commanded.

Kajal obediently took her pallu off and stood looking at him.

"Aise nahin. Apne chooche nange karo!"

"Not like this. Bare your breasts!" He said. She obligingly took off her blouse & bra and looked at him through her eyelashes.

"Aapko mere chooche pasand hain?"

"Do you like my breasts?" She asked shyly.

"Haan."

"Yes." Shyam said, laughing.

"Renu Bhabi se achhe hain?"

"Are the better than Renu Bhabi's?" She asked.

"Uske itne hi sundar hain."

"As beautiful as hers." He replied.

"Unhe dabaiye na. Bahut sukh milta hai."

"Please fondle them. It feels so good." She said, eyes half closed. Shyam obliged. He was intrigued and also pleased with Kajal's quirky way of verbalizing the thoughts uppermost in her mind when she was aroused. It greatly added to his pleasure.

"Kajal, aaj main tumhare saath aur bhi kuchh kaam karoonga. Bahut maza ayega."

"Kajal, today I'm going to do some more things with you. It'll be great fun!" Shyam said.

Kajal nodded. He swept off stuff lying on the table, placed the pillow on top and seated her on it. He sat on a chair, facing her, between her spread legs. He slowly raised her sari to her knees and started caressing her ankles and calves. Kajal leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes and allowed herself to savor the new sensations. Her nipples tightened into hard buds and she started moaning. Shyam leaned forward and kissed her knees. He then pushed her sari back and exposed her shapely, smooth, hairless thighs. He slowly moved upwards, kissing and stroking her inner thighs, nudging them further apart to allow free access. Kajal was completely in his thrall now. She moaned and thrashed her head from side to side and her hips started jerking up and down.

Shyam reached up, grasped her panties at the waistband and peeled them down as Kajal lifted her hips to help him. The pleasant, musky odor from her young wet cunt filled Shyam's nostrils. He kept her panties on the table. Then Shyam spread her thighs as wide apart as he could and gazed at her exposed pussy. Her entire genital area was covered with soft, curly black pubic hair. A small tuft of hair rose up straight near the top of her slit. A few droplets of her pussy juice shone on the tuft. Shyam spread her outer lips apart with his fingers and exposed her delicate pink inner lips. They were completely wet and there was a continuous stream of sticky fluid slowly trickling out. Her tight little clitoris peeped out at the top of her slit. Shyam leaned forward and took a deep breath, savoring the musky smell of her cunt. He then lightly drew a finger across her clit. The effect of that light touch was stunning. Kajal jerked her hips up and threw her head back, hitting it rather hard against the wall. She screamed aloud as she experienced an intense, prolonged orgasm. Shyam immediately reached up and clamped his hand on her mouth and cut off her scream. After a while she calmed down but her eyes were wet with tears. That had been the first orgasm in her life!

Shyam then stuffed her panties in her mouth to muffle any more screams. After all, Savita Bhabi could have easily heard her! He kept playing with Kajal's clit and inner lips with his fingers and tongue, giving her another three or four orgasms. Finally, she could take no more. She pushed his head away and closed her thighs, trembling with the aftershocks of her multiple orgasms.

Shyam slid Kajal on to his lap so that she sat sideways, her shoulders resting in the crook of his left arm, while her feet rested on a chair just by the side. Kajal blushed as he showed her the pillow on which her dripping pussy juices had formed a large wet spot. He sniffed it appreciatively and put the pillow down again. Kajal relaxed in Shyam's arms as his right hand continued to roam over her breasts and then slid between her legs. Kajal moaned softly again.

"Kajal meri jaan! Kaisa laga?"

"Kajal my darling! How did it feel?" Shyam asked, his fingers lightly playing with her pubic hair.

"Oh mere Shyam Bhaiya! Bahut sukh mila. Kitna halka halka lag raha hai! Zindagi mein pehli baar mujhe yeh sukh mila hai."

"Oh, my Shyam Bhaiya! It was wonderful. I'm feeling so relaxed now! This is the first time in my life I've experienced this pleasure." Kajal responded, sighing contentedly.

She ran her fingers lightly through the thick, springy, curly hair growing on Shyam's chest. She was fascinated by them and had felt an urge to do this many times before, but only now had she felt emboldened to do it. She ran her fingers over his nipples and was delighted to see them stiffen. On an impulse she bent and licked his nipple and then lightly nipped it. Shyam responded by pinching her nipple hard with the fingers of his hand supporting her shoulders.

"Ooohhh...!" She moaned at the sharp pain and indescribable pleasure coursing through her nipple. The thumb of his other hand rubbed her clitoris while his finger rubbed along her slit, getting wet in the process. His finger continued to probe down her slit until it rested lightly on her anus. She took a sharp breath and held still expectantly. He delicately circled her anus with his wet finger and probed it lightly. Her hips twitched, but she didn't stop him. He moistened his finger with her pussy juice and continued to lightly finger her anus. Slowly, he felt her sphincter relax and he was able to push the finger in up to the first joint. He continued to rub her clit with a circular motion of his thumb while finger fucking her anus, until she hit another orgasm.

Wow, this is great! He thought. Renu had never allowed him to touch her anus. He made a mental note to explore this further. After allowing her to calm down for a while, he seated her on another chair, facing him.

"Kajal, tu ne kabhi mard ka lund dekha hai?"

"Kajal, have you ever seen a man's cock?" Shyam asked. Kajal nodded a no.

"Le, ab dekh le!"

"Here, see!" Shyam said. He loosened his pajamas, slid them down and freed his hard cock that jumped up and throbbed with his heartbeat.

"Dekh, Kajal! Teri choot mein ghusneke liye kitna betaab hai woh! Kal bhi woh bahut taras raha tha tumhe chodne ke liye."

"See, Kajal! How impatient he is to get into your cunt! Yesterday too he was desperate to fuck you." Shyam said. Kajal stared at it, fascinated and wordless.

"Lekin maine aisa nahi kiya. Janti hai kyon?"

"But I didn't do it. Know why?" Shyam said and again Kajal shook her head in the negative.

"Kyonki shaadi ke pehle hi agar teri choot ka parda phat gaya toh  suhaag raat par tere pati ko pata chal jayega. Aur phir tujhpar bahut aafat aa sakti hai."

"Because if your hymen tears before your marriage, your husband will know on your wedding night. That can get you into big trouble." Shyam explained.

Kajal knew very well what could well happen. She had heard many horror stories of girls being sent back in disgrace to their fathers' house because they didn't bleed on their wedding night. Why can I not become his second wife, she thought to herself. She would have been quite happy to be his junior wife, serving Shyam Bhaiya and Renu Bhabi and looking after their baby too. But she knew very well that that was not possible...

"Lekin mai mere lund ki zaroorat poori karne par majboor tha. Aakhir maine tumhari Savita Didi ke saath meri zaroorat poori ki."

"But I had to satisfy my needs and so finally, I did it with your Savita Didi." Shyam intruded in her reverie and explained in a matter of fact manner.

By then, he had guessed that Kajal would accept whatever he did. He was right. Kajal displayed no reaction at all. The thought of questioning Shyam's actions didn't even cross her mind.

"Maine koi zabardasti nahi ki unse. Maine unko meri majboori samjhayi aur woh mujhpar taras kha kar aur tumahre khatir maan gayi. Haan, lekin mujhse chudwane par unko bhi bahut maza aaya."

"I didn't force her. I explained my problem to her and she took pity on me. Also, she agreed for your sake. But after that she really enjoyed getting fucked by me." Shyam added by way of explanation. Kajal was filled with gratitude for Shyam Bhaiya for being so considerate for her future and for Savita Didi for being so accommodating for her sake.

"Mere khyal me aaj ke liye itna bas hai. Kal mai tujhe ek mard ke lund ko sukh dene ko sikhlaoonga. Ab jao, aur apni Didi ko bhej do! Aur haan, Didi se hamare barey me kuchh mat kehna. Mai khud unko samjha doonga."

"I think that's enough for today. Tomorrow I'll teach you how to pleasure a man's cock. Now go and send your Didi! And by the way, don't tell her anything about us. I'll speak to her myself." Shyam told her.

Kajal rearranged her clothes and washed her face, then gathered her stuff and went home. Savita was waiting for her.

"Didi, Shyam Bhaiya ne aapko bulaya hai."

"Didi, Shyam Bhaiya is calling you." Kajal said, not looking at Savita.

Savita had just breast fed her baby and rocked him to sleep. She'd then washed and changed into a crisp new sari and put on light makeup, something she didn't often do, being so busy with her household chores. She was just waiting for Kajal to return, although she never expected Shyam to so brazenly send her a message through Kajal. She felt a twinge of annoyance at this, but her eager anticipation of the encounter with Shyam overcame her passing anger. Her heart palpitated and her mouth felt dry as she entered Shyam's apartment. Not finding him in the living room, she went inside and saw him sprawled on a chair in the kitchen, pajamas down and his hard, erect cock throbbing with his heartbeat. Shyam reached out and pulled Savita down on her knees, between his spread legs.

"Dekiye Savita Bhabi, aapka kitni besabri se intazar kar raha hai!"

"Look, Savita Bhabi, how impatiently he's waiting for you!" Shyam said as Savita stared intently at his cock.

She leaned forward and planted a light kiss on his cock. Her pallu slid off and revealed her large breasts swelling out of the big, low cut opening of her blouse. Shyam pushed the blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. Her reached in, cupped her breasts and eased them out so that they hung out of her blouse. He held her by her hair with one hand and guided her mouth on to his cock, while fondling and squeezing her breasts with the other. Savita was quite experienced at fellatio. She expertly licked and sucked the large red knob of his cock while her fingers held his shaft and tickled his testicles. After enjoying her attentions for a few minutes, he disengaged. He placed the pillow on the cooking platform, unsoiled side on top. He helped Savita up and seated her on the pillow. He pushed her sari up to expose her up to the hips and pulled the panties down, managing not to rip them this time. He raised her legs and rested her feet on the platform so that her thighs were splayed out and her pussy split wide open. He stood facing her and fondled her breasts and played with her pussy lips. Her pussy was already wet and soon started drooling as her arousal mounted. Savita looked on with a small smile on her lips, her hand groping for his cock.

"Ab aapki choot bhi bilkul taiyar hai, na?"

"Your pussy is ready too, isn't it?" He asked.

Savita responded by thrusting her hips up and pulling him toward her, her eyes filled with lust. Shyam needed no further prompting. He rubbed his cock on her slit to lubricate it with her juices, lined up with her pussy and eased his cock in. He started fucking her steadily, holding her hips for support, driving his cock in up to the hilt, then withdrawing and plunging in again. Savita leaned against the wall behind her and kept gazing at Shyam through slitted eyes as he took his pleasure. Her pussy became more and more engorged as Shyam stimulated it with his hard, thick cock. Savita started grunting in time with his thrusts as she gave herself in to the waves of pleasure emanating from her pussy. In no time, she went over the peak and experienced a hard, wrenching orgasm. Shyam was not there yet and continued to fuck her with abandon, grabbing her breasts and slobbering over her open mouth in his frenzy. Finally, he felt his semen pulse through his cock and spurt into Savita's spasming cunt.

He leaned forward and rested his face against her breasts. Both of them were panting hard and sweating profusely. The tiny kitchen was filled with the combined smell of their sweat and musk. His cock had softened a bit but he still held it buried inside her.

"Wah, Savita Bhabi! Aaj toh bahut maza aaya. Kya aapko bhi aaj ki chudai jyada achhi lagi?"

"Wow, Savita Bhabi! I really had great fun today. Was today's fucking better for you too?" He asked. Savita nodded.

"Aaj Kajal ke saath kya hua pata hai?"

"You know what happened with Kajal today?" He asked, still holding his cock inside her.

It was of course a rhetorical question and he proceeded to give her a detailed account, feeling his own as well as her arousal mount in the process. He then resumed his assault on her sore and stretched pussy until a few minutes later, he ejaculated again.

God! What an animal! Savita thought dreamily and thanked her lucky stars that she was able to have him. She had been troubled by her conscience since he had taken her yesterday. She had rationalized her betrayal of Renu by thinking that she was after all only fulfilling her promise to look after Shyam in Renu's absence. Cheating on her husband had continued to trouble her, although she knew that her hubby too had a roving eye and he almost certainly had relations with other women during his long business trips. She'd even heard whispers about his ongoing affair with a married cousin in Rajkot where he frequently traveled. But today's session had been so intense and pleasurable that she finally silenced her conscience with the thought that whatever had happened was fated and she was only experiencing what was in her Karma.

After Savita straightened her clothes and left, Shyam set about cleaning up the kitchen. The pillow was soiled and wet on both sides. He threw the pillow cover into the laundry basket and saw that a fair amount of fluid had seeped into the pillow. He shrugged and smiled to himself, thinking that he'd have to buy a new pillow before Renu returned...
Since she was still breast feeding her baby, Savita hadn't started menstruating after her pregnancy. By happenstance, a few weeks before her encounters with Shyam began, she had gotten herself fitted with an intra-uterine device to prevent pregnancy. So she wasn't worried about herself. However, having experienced Shyam's virility at first hand, she thought it prudent to put Kajal on the pill. While she believed Shyam when he promised not to take Kajal's virginity, she'd heard that sometimes pregnancy could happen even if semen merely spilled over the vagina without penetration.

That very evening, Savita asked Kajal to accompany her to her gynecologist. Savita explained that Kajal was soon to get married and asked her to prescribe birth control pills. The gynecologist examined Kajal and explained her about the dosage, necessary precautions, possible side effects etc., wrote out a prescription and wished her good luck. They bought the medicine on their way home and Kajal started on the pill the same day. Not a word was actually said between the sisters on the matter,

****

On the following afternoon, Kajal once again made her way to Shyam's kitchen. For a change, she was dressed in a skirt and blouse that she had recently bought after coming to Mumbai. The skirt was made of dark, heavy cotton. It fit snugly on her hips and ended just above her thighs. The blouse was made from a thin, white bias cut cotton fabric, with large sleeves and was tucked into the skirt. It molded itself well on her body, showing off her sexy figure in spite of being loose fitting. The blouse had a shirt like collar and buttons running down the front, the top three being left open. He wore a pretty lace bra underneath, flashes of which could be seen through the neck and also through the large arm holes, as the loose blouse flopped around, depending on her position and movements. Kajal knew how excited Shyam became just by glimpsing her pretty breasts and had deliberately chosen that blouse for the peek a boo show she would be able to put on for his benefit.

"Arre wah! Aaj skirt aur blouse mein tu bilkul bachhi jaisi lag rahi hai!"

"Wow, you look like a little girl in a skirt and blouse today!" Shyam said, whistling appreciatively. He pulled her close and lost no time in unbuttoning the blouse and snapping her bra clasp open.

"Tu kyon bra pehen kar aati hai? Usko utarne ka kaam badh jaata hai. Kal se bina bra ke aaya karna."

"Why do you wear a bra when you come here? It merely increases my work of taking it off. Please don't wear it from tomorrow." Shyam said. But Kajal had lost some of her inhibitions and become quite chirpy by now.

"Bhaiya, lekin meri bra utarne mein aapko bahut maza aata hai. Hai na?"

"But Bhaiya, you do enjoy taking my bra off, don't you?" Kajal asked cheekily.

Shyam burst out laughing. He pulled Kajal into his arms and gave her a tight squeeze, till she ran out of breath and started struggling. As soon as he loosened his grip, Kajal maneuvered her hands between them and unbuttoned his kurta. He raised his arms to help her take it off. She just loved his hairy chest and ran her fingers through his thick, curly, springy hair. Then, she started to rub her nipples against his chest, eyes dreamily half closed as she enjoyed the sensation of his chest hair brushing against her sensitive nipples. Shyam was of course very happy to see Kajal taking the initiative and held still while his cock grew harder. He rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Then, suddenly without warning, he pinched them hard. An exquisite mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her nipples and she screamed aloud. Shyam was expecting this and immediately clamped his hand on her mouth to cut off her scream. He took his hand away and clamped his lips on her mouth, kissing her hard, his tongue plunging between her lips and playing with hers. By the time he released her, she was panting, breathless and aroused.

"Aa, aaj tu mere lund ke saath khelegi."

"Come, today you'll play with my cock." Shyam said. Under his guidance, she loosened his pajamas and eased it down his legs. He sat on a chair and made her kneel on the floor between his legs. She stared at his erect cock bobbing a few inches from her face.

"Le, apne haath mein le le."

"Come take him in your hand." He commanded. She closed a hand around his cock, gripping it lightly. It was hotter than she expected and she could feel it throb. She was fascinated by its cigar shape, a swollen vein running down its length, the small slit on the blunt head wet leaking a thin, sticky fluid. More than anything else, she was captivated by its touch – it was hard and rubbery, yet the skin was so hot, soft, so smooth...

"Chamdi ko halke se peeche kar."

"Pull the foreskin back gently." Shyam said. Kajal stared at the moist, angry red knob she uncovered. The air, already redolent with his musk, became even more charged with his male smell. Her level of arousal suddenly shot up and she almost swooned.

"Dekh, yeh lollipop tere liye hai. Chaat usey."

"See, this lollipop is for you. Lick it." He commanded.

Kajal slowly leaned closer, her hot breath washing over his cock. She hesitantly stuck out her tongue and lightly licked the pee-slit of his cock.

"Ahhh..." Shyam exhaled in pleasure, his hips twitching up. Kajal loved his strong male musk and the rubbery feel of his hot cock. Shyam held her by her hair and guided her tongue and lips around the bulbous head of his cock as she enthusiastically licked it.

"Wah! Tu bahut achhi tarah chaatati hai. Bahut maza aa raha hai. Ab apna muh khol kar lund andar le aur usey choos!"

"Wow! You lick real good. I love it. Now open your mouth, take it in and suck!" He commanded. She willingly complied, giving it all she had. Shyam held a hand behind her head and started to jerk his hips in a shallow fucking motion. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Shyam pulled back and taught her to tickle and caress his shaft and testicles with her hands.

"Chal, ek baar phir mera lund apne gale me lene ki koshish kar. Gala ekdum dheela chhod."

"Come, try to take my cock down you throat once more. Just relax your throat." Shyam cajoled. Kajal gamely tried again but her gagging reflex was too strong. Shyam was very considerate.

"Koi baat nahin. Agli baar phir koshish karenge. Ab sirf usey chaat aur choos."

"Not to worry. We'll try again next time. For now, just suck and lick him." He said.

As Kajal got down to her task in right earnest, he continued to lightly fuck her mouth. Kajal's face reflected her arousal and her earnestness in trying to please him. Her full, beautiful lips made an O round his thick cock and her naked breasts bobbed as she moved her mouth back and forth over his wet, shiny shaft. Shyam, closed his eyes and enjoyed her hot, young mouth pleasuring his cock. He felt his semen course up through his cock and then burst into her mouth in thick, powerful spurts as he orgasmed.

Kajal of course knew that men discharged semen during sex, but this was the first time she had actually experienced it. She instinctively pulled back as he started spurting, and his semen landed in thick streams over her lips, face, hair and breasts. She was taken aback by the sheer quantity and felt repelled by the strong smell and snotty texture of his semen. Then she glanced up and saw the incredible look of sheer exhilaration and satiation on Shyam's face. Oh my God! Look how happy I've made my Shyam Bhaiya! I've given him so much pleasure, she thought, her heart filling with pride and tenderness. I'll do anything to see that look on his face, it'll be a small recompense for what he's doing for me, she thought.

"Kajal, aaj mujhe bahut maza aaya. Pehli baar mai tere saath jhar gaya. Lekin tujhe shayad achha nahi laga, na?"

Kajal, I had a fabulous time. This is the first time I came with you. But I think you didn't like it, no?" Shyam asked. He picked up a pancha (thin white coarse cotton towel) and tenderly wiped off his semen from her face and body.

"Bhaiya, mai aapko sukh dene ke liye kuchh bhi karoongi. Ussi mein mujhe maza aata hai. Aap sirf mujhe sikhlaiye aur thoda time dijiye."

"Bhaiya, I'll do anything to pleasure you. I'll feel happy doing that. Please teach me and allow me some time." She responded.

"Haan Kajal. Dheere dheere tum mera lund apne galey me leneko seekh jaogi. Agar tumne kele ke saath practice ki toh jaldi seekh jaogi."

"Yes Kajal, eventually you'll be able to take my cock down your throat. Maybe if you practice with a banana, you'll learn faster." Shyam suggested.

"Ji."

"Yes." She said and made up her mind to learn to swallow the entire length of his cock.

Kajal was back on Shyam's lap as he sat on the chair. Shyam was completely naked while Kajal only had her skirt on, bunched around her hips. Shyam supported her head in the crook of his left arm and his fingers played with her breasts and cunt lips, keeping her hot yet not close to orgasm.

"Kal sham ko Didi mujhe apne doctor ke paas le gayi. Unhone mujhe dawai di. Maine kal hi se goli leni shru kar di hai."

"Yesterday Didi took me to her doctor. She prescribed medicine for me. I've started on the pill since yesterday." Kajal confided to Shyam.

"Dawai? Goli? Tujhe kya ho gaya... Oh!"

"Medicine? Pills? What's wrong... Oh!" Shyam exclaimed when it finally dawned on him that she was talking about contraceptive pills.

Shyam's fingers continued to caress her pussy lips and clit and Kajal's arousal slowly mounted. She was now moaning continuously and moving her hips jerkily up and down.

"Bhaiya, mujhe... kijiye na!"

"Bhaiya, please do me!" Kajal begged.

"Ari nahi pagli! Mai aise nahi karoonga. Tujhe toh pata hai kyon."

"Of course not, silly! You very well know why." Shyam responded.

"Bhaiya, please...?" Kajal pleaded desperately. She needed his cock in her cunt and she needed it NOW!

"Thik hai, ek kaam karte hain. Aao."

"OK, let's try one thing." Shyam said, responding to her desperate pleas.

He placed a pillow on the floor and sat on it, his back resting against a wall and his legs spread out, his hard, erect cock sticking out proudly. He made Kajal squat facing him, her feet on either side of his thighs, her hands resting on his shoulders for support. He gripped his cock just at the ridge behind the head, so that only the head projected out of his fist. With his other hand he guided her hips.

"Le ab teri choot halke halke mere lund par ragad."

"Come, rub your cunt gently against my cock." He commanded her.

She started to slowly move her hips so that his cock rubbed against her open inner lips, then slid and rubbed against her stiff clit. The sensations were simply out of this world and she started to tremble all over, muffled moans escaping from her mouth. She couldn't quite control her limbs now. Suddenly, she felt his cock head fit snugly between her inner lips. She humped her hips up and down, desperately trying to impale herself on his cock. Shyam's fist held his cock fast just behind the head and so, his cock didn't get past her inner lips. Had he loosened his grip a bit, it would undoubtedly have ripped through her hymen and hit her cervix. Shyam tried hard to keep the situation in control. However, her hot breath on his face, the wanton look of sheer lust in her eyes and the hard, jerky movements of her hot pussy against his swollen cock soon brought him to orgasm and he felt his semen painfully trying to spurt up his shaft, unable to get past his firmly clenched fist. Shyam placed his free hand under her belly to hold her off and loosened the grip around his cock. He immediately blew his load on her pussy hovering a few inches above his cock. He let go of her and she collapsed on top of him, her legs no longer able to support her.

"Ohhh... Kajal meri jaan. Yeh tu ne kya gazab kar diya!"

"Ohhh... Kajal my love, what have you done!" He exclaimed, thinking that her hymen had been torn. He quickly checked, but found no signs of blood anywhere.

"Shukr hai Bhagwan ka! Aisa nahi hua!"

"Thank God! It didn't happen!" He sighed, relieved. He hugged and caressed her, his hands moving over the expanse of her bare back as she kept her face buried in his chest.

"Kajal, yeh to teri chudai ke kareeb hi ho gaya. Tu ne mujhe kitna sukh diya hai yeh kaise bataun? Aaj toh mai tere saath do baar jhar gaya."

"Kajal, this was as good as fucking you. How can I describe the pleasure you've given me? Today, I came with you twice." Shyam said, caressing her shoulders and back, kissing her fragrant hair.

"Bhaiya, mera bojh halka kijiye na!"

"Bhaiya, lighten my burden, please!" Kajal whispered. Shyam realized that Kajal hadn't cum yet. He pushed her back and lay her down on the bare floor on her back, her legs spread wide apart. Her cum covered pussy was open before him. Using his thumb and fingers, he rubbed and stimulated her clit and pussy lips and made her cum several times, her pussy becoming even wetter with her secretions.

Once again, he lubricated her anus with their combined secretions and fingered it gently. As it relaxed a bit, he could push his finger in about an inch or two. He finger fucked it as she looked at him through half closed eyes. Clearly, she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Shyam had never tried anal sex until then, although he had read about it. He wasn't even sure whether he'd actually want to insert his cock in there. Nevertheless, he was aroused to see Kajal's lack of inhibitions and willingness to let him play with her ass. Hmmm... this needs to be explored further, he thought.

"Chal, ab tera jaane ka waqt ho gaya. Aaj tu ne mujhe bahut thaka diya! Didi ko kehna ki aaj main unki duty nahi kar paaonga."

"It's time for you to go. You really tired me out today! Tell Didi that I won't be able to do my duty with her today." Shyam said. He'd jokingly started to refer to their meetings as his "duty".

***