04-05-2019, 11:34 AM
I was completely lost in the moment, forgetting any practical concerns as I made out with my neighbor. Ranjit had one hand inside my kurta playing with my boobs and another behind my back holding me in a tight embrace. My hands moved from behind his neck to over his back, caressing his shoulder blades over his shirt. He was a surprisingly good kisser, taking breaks in between to kiss my neck and my ears, making me feel even more aroused. And his bulging crotch kept bumping and rubbing against my stomach and I felt my hips responding by thrusting back.
At one point, it seemed like he was simultaneously kissing me on the lips and also biting my ear. For a moment, I marveled at how fast he seemed to move. Then I felt a third hand on my body, stroking my ass over the fabric and suddenly alarm bells rang out in my head.*
"Mmmmphhh!" I opened my eyes wide and tried to push Ranjit's lips away.
"Don't be scared, didi." I heard Sarita whisper in my ear. "It's okay."
I hadn't even realized when the young woman had crept into the kitchen and was gently biting my ear. How had I not realized that the couple was playing with me together in their kitchen?
"Sarita..." I finally managed to break the kiss and said breathlessly. "I didn't....I wasn't..."
"It's okay, didi. I was hoping for something like this." Sarita said, kissing her husband lovingly "We keep hearing and seeing all these things that happen around town but we never get a chance to experience it ourselves."
"What are you saying?" I was surprised at how this seemingly orthodox small town housewife was speaking.
"Everybody else is fast asleep. I've even bolted the door to ma-babuji's room from the outside."
Her fingers were deftly lowering the zipper on the back of my kurta. Soon her hand slipped inside with her husband's and they both started rubbing my bare back.
"She wants to watch as I fuck you." Ranjit finally spoke his first words to me all night.
"What?" I was taken aback, still unable to come to terms with what was happening.
"He's right." Sarita said deftly unhooking my bra. "We are simple small town people, but we have fantasies too. After Chintu sleeps, we often surf the net together and watch videos and read stories. Usually it's just to fantasize. But with you next door, we have gotten a glimpse into real life possibilities. And turning those fantasies into reality."
I was still trying to process this turn of events when I was pulled back into another passionate kiss by Ranjit. Meanwhile, Sarita was slipping my kurta off my body with the bra.*
"You have such big breasts, didi. Big, but not sagging. God was really generous with you." I felt her fingers softly caress my breasts and my already erect nipples shuddered.
As adventurous as my love life had been, I had never played around with another woman. So Sarita's gentle soft touch and her generally understated approach stood in stark contrast to male approach that I was used to. I had read about lesbianism and even seen some porn movies, but never really imagined I would be getting my naked tits fondled by some young shy housewife.
"Kiss her." Ranjit pulled his face away, grabbed my hair and turned me towards his wife.
She was several inches shorter than me so I had to bend a little to comply with my latest lover's instructions. For a change, I was the tentative and inexperienced one, just staring at her with my lips parted. Son her thin smooth lips pressed against my big luscious ones and I experienced my first lesbian kiss. It was so different. The way her breath felt on my face, the way she lovingly rubbed my cheeks during the kiss, the way our tongues gently poked at each other.*
Meanwhile her husband was lowering her pallu and opening her blouse. Soon he was standing next to us proudly, one hand on each of our shoulder's, watching happily as his topless young wife kissed his topless slutty neighbor. He took one of my hands and put it on Sarita's naked boobs. I felt around, almost like a doctor checking for lumps, unfamiliar with what to do.*
Her boobs were small, but her nipples and areolas were bigger than mine. And a dark brown color, in contrast to my own pinkish hue. In general, Sarita was a small slender woman, almost the exact opposite of my big boned voluptuous body type. I was playing with her boobs shyly and tentatively, trying to mimic the way she was playing with my boobs. All the while, we kept kissing. *
Ranjit had unzipped his pants and taken his cock out in the meanwhile. That was more familiar territory for me and I instinctively moved my other hand to it. It was quite respectable indeed. As I ran my fingers up and down his cock, I felt Sarita's slim fingers join in the task.*
"Are you...." I breathlessly said when Sarita took a break for oxygen. "...are you sure about this?"
"Yes." they both said sounding very aroused. Then Sarita asked,
"But we don't want to force you, didi. This should continue only if you will also enjoy it."
I looked at the petite young woman with an eager childlike expression on her face. How erect her disproportionately large nipples were and how heavy her breathing had gotten made it clear how much she was looking forward to this. My fingers were still wrapped tightly around Ranjit's cock which was now hard as granite. He seemed very eager too and kept staring at my tits and his wife's tits as they lay exposed inches from each other.
The silent staring continued for a minute or so. When I said nothing, the young couple took it as assent. Sarita's hand moved off her husband's dick and towards my waist. She pulled loose the knot of my salwar the way only a woman can and the loose garment fell, exposing my creamy thighs and my black panties.
"I am not quite sure how to proceed." I said as the couple stared at my legs. "I have never been with a couple."
"But you have been with multiple men, right?" I sensed a little snarky judgment in Ranjit's voice.
"I really want to see you perform oral on my husband." Sarita said and pushed my shoulders down.
I was now bent 90 degrees in the waist, my mouth open as Ranjit thrust his dick in. Sarita stood next to us, topless, and watched intently as I started sucking her husband's dick.
At one point, it seemed like he was simultaneously kissing me on the lips and also biting my ear. For a moment, I marveled at how fast he seemed to move. Then I felt a third hand on my body, stroking my ass over the fabric and suddenly alarm bells rang out in my head.*
"Mmmmphhh!" I opened my eyes wide and tried to push Ranjit's lips away.
"Don't be scared, didi." I heard Sarita whisper in my ear. "It's okay."
I hadn't even realized when the young woman had crept into the kitchen and was gently biting my ear. How had I not realized that the couple was playing with me together in their kitchen?
"Sarita..." I finally managed to break the kiss and said breathlessly. "I didn't....I wasn't..."
"It's okay, didi. I was hoping for something like this." Sarita said, kissing her husband lovingly "We keep hearing and seeing all these things that happen around town but we never get a chance to experience it ourselves."
"What are you saying?" I was surprised at how this seemingly orthodox small town housewife was speaking.
"Everybody else is fast asleep. I've even bolted the door to ma-babuji's room from the outside."
Her fingers were deftly lowering the zipper on the back of my kurta. Soon her hand slipped inside with her husband's and they both started rubbing my bare back.
"She wants to watch as I fuck you." Ranjit finally spoke his first words to me all night.
"What?" I was taken aback, still unable to come to terms with what was happening.
"He's right." Sarita said deftly unhooking my bra. "We are simple small town people, but we have fantasies too. After Chintu sleeps, we often surf the net together and watch videos and read stories. Usually it's just to fantasize. But with you next door, we have gotten a glimpse into real life possibilities. And turning those fantasies into reality."
I was still trying to process this turn of events when I was pulled back into another passionate kiss by Ranjit. Meanwhile, Sarita was slipping my kurta off my body with the bra.*
"You have such big breasts, didi. Big, but not sagging. God was really generous with you." I felt her fingers softly caress my breasts and my already erect nipples shuddered.
As adventurous as my love life had been, I had never played around with another woman. So Sarita's gentle soft touch and her generally understated approach stood in stark contrast to male approach that I was used to. I had read about lesbianism and even seen some porn movies, but never really imagined I would be getting my naked tits fondled by some young shy housewife.
"Kiss her." Ranjit pulled his face away, grabbed my hair and turned me towards his wife.
She was several inches shorter than me so I had to bend a little to comply with my latest lover's instructions. For a change, I was the tentative and inexperienced one, just staring at her with my lips parted. Son her thin smooth lips pressed against my big luscious ones and I experienced my first lesbian kiss. It was so different. The way her breath felt on my face, the way she lovingly rubbed my cheeks during the kiss, the way our tongues gently poked at each other.*
Meanwhile her husband was lowering her pallu and opening her blouse. Soon he was standing next to us proudly, one hand on each of our shoulder's, watching happily as his topless young wife kissed his topless slutty neighbor. He took one of my hands and put it on Sarita's naked boobs. I felt around, almost like a doctor checking for lumps, unfamiliar with what to do.*
Her boobs were small, but her nipples and areolas were bigger than mine. And a dark brown color, in contrast to my own pinkish hue. In general, Sarita was a small slender woman, almost the exact opposite of my big boned voluptuous body type. I was playing with her boobs shyly and tentatively, trying to mimic the way she was playing with my boobs. All the while, we kept kissing. *
Ranjit had unzipped his pants and taken his cock out in the meanwhile. That was more familiar territory for me and I instinctively moved my other hand to it. It was quite respectable indeed. As I ran my fingers up and down his cock, I felt Sarita's slim fingers join in the task.*
"Are you...." I breathlessly said when Sarita took a break for oxygen. "...are you sure about this?"
"Yes." they both said sounding very aroused. Then Sarita asked,
"But we don't want to force you, didi. This should continue only if you will also enjoy it."
I looked at the petite young woman with an eager childlike expression on her face. How erect her disproportionately large nipples were and how heavy her breathing had gotten made it clear how much she was looking forward to this. My fingers were still wrapped tightly around Ranjit's cock which was now hard as granite. He seemed very eager too and kept staring at my tits and his wife's tits as they lay exposed inches from each other.
The silent staring continued for a minute or so. When I said nothing, the young couple took it as assent. Sarita's hand moved off her husband's dick and towards my waist. She pulled loose the knot of my salwar the way only a woman can and the loose garment fell, exposing my creamy thighs and my black panties.
"I am not quite sure how to proceed." I said as the couple stared at my legs. "I have never been with a couple."
"But you have been with multiple men, right?" I sensed a little snarky judgment in Ranjit's voice.
"I really want to see you perform oral on my husband." Sarita said and pushed my shoulders down.
I was now bent 90 degrees in the waist, my mouth open as Ranjit thrust his dick in. Sarita stood next to us, topless, and watched intently as I started sucking her husband's dick.
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