08-01-2019, 04:05 PM
Jaya Nessa's Slut Adventures Ch. 15
Jayanessa reached home and found her husband already asleep.
She was irritated to the core but was happy that she did not have to use the banana or the brinjal to bring herself off today.
The nice sex with Kamesh was abundantly enough and she was cool. Just as she was about to cook some food for the kids – the bell rang and there is front of her was her cousin Venkat Mani.
He came from their home place and was still a virgin. She was 26 years old and he was older to her but unmarried and a virgin. She was just about to go back to the kitchen when her son who was 4 years old came back with his grandma and was holding an icecream – they all finished food outside.
Jayanessa decided not to cook for the night.
"Ah...Venkat? Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?"
Venkat glanced at the door to see Jayanessa leaning against the door and she was wearing a bright red kurta over a pair of black trousers.
Her hair fell across her face and shoulders and her face was a little red from what seemed to be the beginnings of a blush.
Both of them felt the same thing – at least today can we fuck – they had fondled each other even before she was married and done a lot of stuff physically – including giving his prick a kiss if not a blow job and holding it in her hands only to let it shrink with the juice in her hands.
She knew he had come all the way not to give her the monthly update of her parents but also to try one more chance of fucking – maybe the last before his marriage – this summer.
Venkat and Jayanessa were cousins. Just cousins.
There was a time when Venkat had been a little in love with Jayanessa, but had gracefully let it pass because she already had a boyfriend Venkat whom she married later.
They were close friends though.
A time had gone by when they had almost committed an indiscretion.
Maybe that was why they were such good friends - the illicit attraction to each other kept them together and one day both knew it will come to a roll in the hay.
"Sure, Ah...Jayanessa," smiled Venkat, mimicking her. "Where do you want to go?"
"Oh, I don't know - how about "The Srinidhi Sagar"? They make a great Coorgi Dosa."
"Fine, what time?"
"I want to go straight from here. I have to go to work early tomorrow, so I want to get done quickly."
"Ok, meet you downstairs?"
"Right."
The rest of the dinner went without incident.
They met Jayanessa's colleague at the restaurant but for some reason, they were left alone. After dinner, they decided to move on to the terrace at their house – Jayanessa was very horny and made up her mind to devour this guy tonight..
"He really has a big one, hmm?" thought Jayanessa, trying to get the mood back to the bantering tone that she and Venkat usually had when they were together.
She complained of neck pain as she reclined against the railing near the stairs on the terrace where they were seated.
Venkat let his hands press into the muscles of her neck, massaging the knots of tension in her neck.
He slowly moved his hands down onto Jayanessa's shoulders and upper back and pressed his finger into the muscles of the upper back.
He felt the small hairs on the back of her neck as he slowly caressed it with his palms.
He slid his hands down to her upper back and pressed his thumb into the muscles, slowly pressing in circles, easing the tension in her muscles.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes."
"Tell me if I start to hurt you. Everyone has their own levels of endurance. And tell me when you like something too. Not everyone likes the same things."
"Ok. Can you press a little lower on my back?"
Venkat moved his hands to Jayanessa's back.
He put his thumbs next to her back bone and let his hands lie flat on her back.
Then he slowly started to move his hand up and down, pressing into the muscles with his thumbs and palms.
"Ahh...yes, that feels nice."
Venkat started to knead the muscles of her upper back, and after every few strokes, moved his thumbs down her spine. Jayanessa closed her eyes, her paper forgotten.
All her concentration was centered between her shoulder blades as Venkat moved his hands up and down. He never went below the bra-strap as he kneaded her upper back and caressed it with his palms could feel the bra-strap each time on his down stroke and always stopped there.
In fact he made it very obvious that he could feel the bra-strap by stopping whenever he touched it.
Jayanessa realized this and for some reason it excited her to think that Venkat could feel her bra-strap.
This was the same Venkat that she had a completely platonic relationship with!
This was starting to get to the bounds of what they allowed themselves to do around each other, but she ignored that in the pleasure she was getting.
"Can you go a little lower?"
On his next down stroke Venkat let his hands snag slightly on her bra-strap to make her aware that he knew what it was and then went past the line of it and onto her waist.
All his feeling was concentrated in his palms as he felt her back curve smoothly, deliciously to her hips. He stopped at her jeans and moved back up.
He ran his palms over her whole back, feeling nothing between his palm and her skin except a nice blouse over a red kurta and a thin bra-strap. He kept running his hands over her back, pressing in with his fingers and thumbs now and then.
Her kurta came loose from where it was tucked into her silky trousers because of the tugging of his hands.
As his fingers moved up her back, the kurta/blouse rode up with them. Venkat flattened his palms on Jayanessa's back and felt the muscles of her back move slowly under his hands.
He caressed her back slowly, moving out and up, over her side, the fabric of her kurta catching slightly on the lace of her bra.
He felt her breasts from the side, just at the point where they joined her ribs and moved on up.
The very slight touch of Venkat's fingers on the side of her breasts brought a gush of pleasure cruising through Jayanessa's nerves. She knew that he had felt her breast and that she should stop this soon, but she said nothing.
As his hands moved down her back again, Venkat let his fingers slip under her kurta and let his fingers touch her skin.
Jayanessa had felt her kurta ride up but hadn't said anything - wondering where Venkat would stop. She felt safe with him, and she didn't think that she would mind if he really did do something indiscreet.
He was, after all, a very good friend.
Venkat let his fingers run to her side and slowly brought them up again. His hands brushed over her bra-strap again as they came to her shoulders.
Jayanessa's eyes were closed and she had dropped her head back a little. On his next down stroke, Venkat let his hand travel along her side and slip to her front so that they ended on her tummy. He massaged her tummy a little, feeling the warm satin smoothness.
He let his finger explore her navel while his hands pressed against her tummy.
His face was in her hair, his breath coming slowly in her ear. Jayanessa turned to him slightly and on the upstroke Venkat let his hand glide smoothly up her front until they were stopped by her breasts.
He bent to look at Jayanessa's face. Her eyes were open and there was a slight smile on her face, challenging. He lowered his lips to her's as he let his palms press her breasts under the bra.
Jayanessa started to say something when she felt Venkat's hands on her breasts, but the kiss on her lips made her forget as she gave in to the kiss.
Her breath got a little short as Venkat moved his arms around to her back and after a slight bit of hesitation, snapped her bra open. She opened her mouth to suck his lips as his hands traced back to her breasts and slowly went under her bra.
And then she saw him watching them from the shadows – she could see him clearly holding his prick and looking towards them – she felt bad as to why he had to do that – Venkat her husband who was rarely into fucking her was on the terrace watching both of them.
She felt – it a bit odd but slowly let is seep in – today was a different day – she had fucked Raaj in the evening – now with Venkat – she was about to satisfy a long pending desire of fucking her own cousin and one more inside desire – making her inept useless husband watch her fuck another man. What a DAY!
Oblivious to all this , Venkat cupped Jayanessa's breasts in his palms, feeling their soft weight in his hands. They were beautiful breasts - he had thought about them before.
He had thought about what they would feel like if he could get them in his palms. He had always thought that she had beautiful breasts - full but not too large.
He had fantasized about fondling them in his palms, his fantasy was not as good like the real thing.
Her nipples were erect, pressing into his palms. Venkat moved his hand so that the nipples were between his thumb and forefingers.
He slowly twisted them back and forth, at the same time feeling her smooth breasts with his palms.
He squeezed her breasts softly as he pinched the nipples slightly and felt Jayanessa shudder slightly with pleasure.
Jayanessa raised her arms to encircle Venkat's head and opened her mouth to take his tongue completely into her mouth.
The taste of his mouth was different from the taste of Raaj's mouth and the touch of Venkat's slightly unshaven face new. But she liked it and drove the thought of Raaj from her mind - this was between her and Venkat.
Jayanessa reached home and found her husband already asleep.
She was irritated to the core but was happy that she did not have to use the banana or the brinjal to bring herself off today.
The nice sex with Kamesh was abundantly enough and she was cool. Just as she was about to cook some food for the kids – the bell rang and there is front of her was her cousin Venkat Mani.
He came from their home place and was still a virgin. She was 26 years old and he was older to her but unmarried and a virgin. She was just about to go back to the kitchen when her son who was 4 years old came back with his grandma and was holding an icecream – they all finished food outside.
Jayanessa decided not to cook for the night.
"Ah...Venkat? Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?"
Venkat glanced at the door to see Jayanessa leaning against the door and she was wearing a bright red kurta over a pair of black trousers.
Her hair fell across her face and shoulders and her face was a little red from what seemed to be the beginnings of a blush.
Both of them felt the same thing – at least today can we fuck – they had fondled each other even before she was married and done a lot of stuff physically – including giving his prick a kiss if not a blow job and holding it in her hands only to let it shrink with the juice in her hands.
She knew he had come all the way not to give her the monthly update of her parents but also to try one more chance of fucking – maybe the last before his marriage – this summer.
Venkat and Jayanessa were cousins. Just cousins.
There was a time when Venkat had been a little in love with Jayanessa, but had gracefully let it pass because she already had a boyfriend Venkat whom she married later.
They were close friends though.
A time had gone by when they had almost committed an indiscretion.
Maybe that was why they were such good friends - the illicit attraction to each other kept them together and one day both knew it will come to a roll in the hay.
"Sure, Ah...Jayanessa," smiled Venkat, mimicking her. "Where do you want to go?"
"Oh, I don't know - how about "The Srinidhi Sagar"? They make a great Coorgi Dosa."
"Fine, what time?"
"I want to go straight from here. I have to go to work early tomorrow, so I want to get done quickly."
"Ok, meet you downstairs?"
"Right."
The rest of the dinner went without incident.
They met Jayanessa's colleague at the restaurant but for some reason, they were left alone. After dinner, they decided to move on to the terrace at their house – Jayanessa was very horny and made up her mind to devour this guy tonight..
"He really has a big one, hmm?" thought Jayanessa, trying to get the mood back to the bantering tone that she and Venkat usually had when they were together.
She complained of neck pain as she reclined against the railing near the stairs on the terrace where they were seated.
Venkat let his hands press into the muscles of her neck, massaging the knots of tension in her neck.
He slowly moved his hands down onto Jayanessa's shoulders and upper back and pressed his finger into the muscles of the upper back.
He felt the small hairs on the back of her neck as he slowly caressed it with his palms.
He slid his hands down to her upper back and pressed his thumb into the muscles, slowly pressing in circles, easing the tension in her muscles.
"Does that feel good?"
"Yes."
"Tell me if I start to hurt you. Everyone has their own levels of endurance. And tell me when you like something too. Not everyone likes the same things."
"Ok. Can you press a little lower on my back?"
Venkat moved his hands to Jayanessa's back.
He put his thumbs next to her back bone and let his hands lie flat on her back.
Then he slowly started to move his hand up and down, pressing into the muscles with his thumbs and palms.
"Ahh...yes, that feels nice."
Venkat started to knead the muscles of her upper back, and after every few strokes, moved his thumbs down her spine. Jayanessa closed her eyes, her paper forgotten.
All her concentration was centered between her shoulder blades as Venkat moved his hands up and down. He never went below the bra-strap as he kneaded her upper back and caressed it with his palms could feel the bra-strap each time on his down stroke and always stopped there.
In fact he made it very obvious that he could feel the bra-strap by stopping whenever he touched it.
Jayanessa realized this and for some reason it excited her to think that Venkat could feel her bra-strap.
This was the same Venkat that she had a completely platonic relationship with!
This was starting to get to the bounds of what they allowed themselves to do around each other, but she ignored that in the pleasure she was getting.
"Can you go a little lower?"
On his next down stroke Venkat let his hands snag slightly on her bra-strap to make her aware that he knew what it was and then went past the line of it and onto her waist.
All his feeling was concentrated in his palms as he felt her back curve smoothly, deliciously to her hips. He stopped at her jeans and moved back up.
He ran his palms over her whole back, feeling nothing between his palm and her skin except a nice blouse over a red kurta and a thin bra-strap. He kept running his hands over her back, pressing in with his fingers and thumbs now and then.
Her kurta came loose from where it was tucked into her silky trousers because of the tugging of his hands.
As his fingers moved up her back, the kurta/blouse rode up with them. Venkat flattened his palms on Jayanessa's back and felt the muscles of her back move slowly under his hands.
He caressed her back slowly, moving out and up, over her side, the fabric of her kurta catching slightly on the lace of her bra.
He felt her breasts from the side, just at the point where they joined her ribs and moved on up.
The very slight touch of Venkat's fingers on the side of her breasts brought a gush of pleasure cruising through Jayanessa's nerves. She knew that he had felt her breast and that she should stop this soon, but she said nothing.
As his hands moved down her back again, Venkat let his fingers slip under her kurta and let his fingers touch her skin.
Jayanessa had felt her kurta ride up but hadn't said anything - wondering where Venkat would stop. She felt safe with him, and she didn't think that she would mind if he really did do something indiscreet.
He was, after all, a very good friend.
Venkat let his fingers run to her side and slowly brought them up again. His hands brushed over her bra-strap again as they came to her shoulders.
Jayanessa's eyes were closed and she had dropped her head back a little. On his next down stroke, Venkat let his hand travel along her side and slip to her front so that they ended on her tummy. He massaged her tummy a little, feeling the warm satin smoothness.
He let his finger explore her navel while his hands pressed against her tummy.
His face was in her hair, his breath coming slowly in her ear. Jayanessa turned to him slightly and on the upstroke Venkat let his hand glide smoothly up her front until they were stopped by her breasts.
He bent to look at Jayanessa's face. Her eyes were open and there was a slight smile on her face, challenging. He lowered his lips to her's as he let his palms press her breasts under the bra.
Jayanessa started to say something when she felt Venkat's hands on her breasts, but the kiss on her lips made her forget as she gave in to the kiss.
Her breath got a little short as Venkat moved his arms around to her back and after a slight bit of hesitation, snapped her bra open. She opened her mouth to suck his lips as his hands traced back to her breasts and slowly went under her bra.
And then she saw him watching them from the shadows – she could see him clearly holding his prick and looking towards them – she felt bad as to why he had to do that – Venkat her husband who was rarely into fucking her was on the terrace watching both of them.
She felt – it a bit odd but slowly let is seep in – today was a different day – she had fucked Raaj in the evening – now with Venkat – she was about to satisfy a long pending desire of fucking her own cousin and one more inside desire – making her inept useless husband watch her fuck another man. What a DAY!
Oblivious to all this , Venkat cupped Jayanessa's breasts in his palms, feeling their soft weight in his hands. They were beautiful breasts - he had thought about them before.
He had thought about what they would feel like if he could get them in his palms. He had always thought that she had beautiful breasts - full but not too large.
He had fantasized about fondling them in his palms, his fantasy was not as good like the real thing.
Her nipples were erect, pressing into his palms. Venkat moved his hand so that the nipples were between his thumb and forefingers.
He slowly twisted them back and forth, at the same time feeling her smooth breasts with his palms.
He squeezed her breasts softly as he pinched the nipples slightly and felt Jayanessa shudder slightly with pleasure.
Jayanessa raised her arms to encircle Venkat's head and opened her mouth to take his tongue completely into her mouth.
The taste of his mouth was different from the taste of Raaj's mouth and the touch of Venkat's slightly unshaven face new. But she liked it and drove the thought of Raaj from her mind - this was between her and Venkat.
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