13-09-2019, 08:06 AM
Nishma and I were to leave early the next morning. Uncle's house was about 100km and in those days it meant roughly couple of hours or so. We had our own car - as we said we came from fairly affluent background and could afford one even in the license raj. I reached Nishma's home about 6:00 am or so. The young maid was expecting me and she silently lead me to Nishma's room on the second floor. She lived in a fairly big house that had had more than five bedrooms. Her bedroom was on the opposite corner from their parents; all other rooms very empty and used sparingly.
I froze instantly when I noticed a giant dog (English mastiff) blocking my way into her bedroom. The maid quietly lead him inside Nishma's bedroom and urged me to join her.
"He is a nice boy," she consoled.
NIshma was up. She was packing her bag with clothes, even though we planned for a day trip.
"Come Adwait," she invited.
"Move him to the inside room," she ordered the maid. He barked as I entered the room; his loud bark resonated through the house.
"Close the door," she commanded the maid as the maid guided the dog into inside room.
"You didn't tell me that you had a dog."
"Why is he barking?" the servant girl remarked.
"He is quite gentle," said the servant girl, "doesn't bark much but don't know why he is behaving this way now."
Nishma asked her to leave and get our food ready.
"It is a friends - I went to visit yesterday but he didn't want to let go of me."
"Why?"
She smiled and said, "for the same reason he is barking right now."
"I don't understand."
"He is being protective."
With my puzzled look she felt obliged to explain. She looked inside the other room through the window. He had quieted and was sitting on the floor, his heavy tongue hanging down by the side of his mouth. He soon sniffed his penis and licked his genitals.
"He is a strapping boy - just two years old or so," she whispered. I noticed that his penis was showing through the sheath.
"Do you see it?" she asked eagerly.
"He senses a lady in heat - and so has been guarding her since last evening."
"He thinks you are a competitor so wants to drive you away."
"You know," she said excitedly, "invariantly during my critical phase he ends up in my room."
"This is the third time now," she added.
"You want to see how hard he tries?" she asked teasingly.
Nishma stepped into the room without giving me a chance. She quietly walked in and closed the door behind her. He didn't get up and waited for her to approach. She knelt down and hugged him. He licked her face playfully, which she tried to evade unsuccessfully. She held his snout and kissed on his nose. Soon after he got hyper and tried to mount her. He practically knocked her down with his sudden movement and his weight. To my utter disbelief, instead of laying down completely, Nishma steadied herself by spreading her knees. The dog didn't need much invitation as he frantically started humping her. The giant dog pinned her down and held tightly by her waist as he desperately tried to find the right spot.
Nishma giggled uncontrollably as the hapless dog tried to mate with her. Only when he couldn't make any progress did he dismount but immediately pushed his nose into her pelvis. Fortunately she was wearing a tight fitting jeans that hopefully made smelling her pussy difficult. Nishma finally pushed him away and stepped out of the room.
"He is such an ardent one," she added, admiring his massive build.
"Now hurry," she said, grabbing her bag.
"Your uncle deserves my attention much more than him."
Our plan was to do some sight seeing and then visit them late in the afternoon and head back in the evening to reach home before dinner time. We talked about sundry things and by the time with hit the main highway things were quiet and smooth. My amusement with dog was not quite done though, so I asked, "you really think he could mate with a woman."
She laughed uncontrollably and said, "yes of course."
"The pheromones that a female in heat emits are very similar so yes it possible for a male species of any kind to mate with a woman as long it is physically possible."
"You haven't?" I asked hesitantly.
"No, no," she blurted trying to contain her laughter again. I just play with him and allow him some liberties but nothing that serious.
As I weighed her words, I realized that Nishma was in her fertile week, which meant she would be receptive to my uncle's advances. Nishma seemed to have read my mind.
"Do you think your uncle would be as perceptive?" she asked.
"Don't think so," I replied casually.
"I bet that he would sense it," she retorted.
"Did you think about how we should approach our relationship with him?" she asked.
"Wait you did not, right?" she asked hinting towards my bulge. I shook my head. She asked, "you did what I said, right?"
"Yes."
"Now when I say that - our relationship with him," she clarified, "I am referring to not the public sphere but private sphere of our relationship."
"Can you elaborate?"
"There are certain boundaries our societal norms have laid down for us," she elaborated, "and most of us obey those at least in our public life."
"We may choose to do whatever pleases us in our private life as long as it doesn't impinge on our public life."
"So, when you think about the three of us - what boundaries you have in mind."
"I still don't get it," I replied, getting increasingly uncomfortable due to stiff penis that was refusing to stay within the confines of my pants and her verbal foreplay. She sensed my discomfort as I shifted my weight and try to align my penis correctly.
"Good," she said realizing the source of my discomfort.
"You need to think both with your head and that for such things," she said pointing to my stiff erection.
"Let me ask you something before we discuss the boundaries of our relationship," she said collecting her thoughts.
"Did you have any strange dreams in the past few days?"
"Uh..." I shuddered the moment she asked it. Instinctively she understood that she got immediately to the crux of the matter.
"Go on," she urged, "don't make me plead."
"I had the dream of a king who had to surrender to his conqueror and as part of the reconciliation agreement the conqueror gets to visit the royal queen's bedchamber."
"Plausible," she quipped.
"It wasn't just any night - meticulously planned and orchestrated ceremony when the queen would be most receptive."
"Not bad at all," she said, slapping my thigh.
"All of such things must have definitely happened in the past," she conjectured.
"If I could hazard a guess, you were the vanquished king, and Uncle was the conqueror that leaves me to don the duties of the queen."
I froze instantly when I noticed a giant dog (English mastiff) blocking my way into her bedroom. The maid quietly lead him inside Nishma's bedroom and urged me to join her.
"He is a nice boy," she consoled.
NIshma was up. She was packing her bag with clothes, even though we planned for a day trip.
"Come Adwait," she invited.
"Move him to the inside room," she ordered the maid. He barked as I entered the room; his loud bark resonated through the house.
"Close the door," she commanded the maid as the maid guided the dog into inside room.
"You didn't tell me that you had a dog."
"Why is he barking?" the servant girl remarked.
"He is quite gentle," said the servant girl, "doesn't bark much but don't know why he is behaving this way now."
Nishma asked her to leave and get our food ready.
"It is a friends - I went to visit yesterday but he didn't want to let go of me."
"Why?"
She smiled and said, "for the same reason he is barking right now."
"I don't understand."
"He is being protective."
With my puzzled look she felt obliged to explain. She looked inside the other room through the window. He had quieted and was sitting on the floor, his heavy tongue hanging down by the side of his mouth. He soon sniffed his penis and licked his genitals.
"He is a strapping boy - just two years old or so," she whispered. I noticed that his penis was showing through the sheath.
"Do you see it?" she asked eagerly.
"He senses a lady in heat - and so has been guarding her since last evening."
"He thinks you are a competitor so wants to drive you away."
"You know," she said excitedly, "invariantly during my critical phase he ends up in my room."
"This is the third time now," she added.
"You want to see how hard he tries?" she asked teasingly.
Nishma stepped into the room without giving me a chance. She quietly walked in and closed the door behind her. He didn't get up and waited for her to approach. She knelt down and hugged him. He licked her face playfully, which she tried to evade unsuccessfully. She held his snout and kissed on his nose. Soon after he got hyper and tried to mount her. He practically knocked her down with his sudden movement and his weight. To my utter disbelief, instead of laying down completely, Nishma steadied herself by spreading her knees. The dog didn't need much invitation as he frantically started humping her. The giant dog pinned her down and held tightly by her waist as he desperately tried to find the right spot.
Nishma giggled uncontrollably as the hapless dog tried to mate with her. Only when he couldn't make any progress did he dismount but immediately pushed his nose into her pelvis. Fortunately she was wearing a tight fitting jeans that hopefully made smelling her pussy difficult. Nishma finally pushed him away and stepped out of the room.
"He is such an ardent one," she added, admiring his massive build.
"Now hurry," she said, grabbing her bag.
"Your uncle deserves my attention much more than him."
Our plan was to do some sight seeing and then visit them late in the afternoon and head back in the evening to reach home before dinner time. We talked about sundry things and by the time with hit the main highway things were quiet and smooth. My amusement with dog was not quite done though, so I asked, "you really think he could mate with a woman."
She laughed uncontrollably and said, "yes of course."
"The pheromones that a female in heat emits are very similar so yes it possible for a male species of any kind to mate with a woman as long it is physically possible."
"You haven't?" I asked hesitantly.
"No, no," she blurted trying to contain her laughter again. I just play with him and allow him some liberties but nothing that serious.
As I weighed her words, I realized that Nishma was in her fertile week, which meant she would be receptive to my uncle's advances. Nishma seemed to have read my mind.
"Do you think your uncle would be as perceptive?" she asked.
"Don't think so," I replied casually.
"I bet that he would sense it," she retorted.
"Did you think about how we should approach our relationship with him?" she asked.
"Wait you did not, right?" she asked hinting towards my bulge. I shook my head. She asked, "you did what I said, right?"
"Yes."
"Now when I say that - our relationship with him," she clarified, "I am referring to not the public sphere but private sphere of our relationship."
"Can you elaborate?"
"There are certain boundaries our societal norms have laid down for us," she elaborated, "and most of us obey those at least in our public life."
"We may choose to do whatever pleases us in our private life as long as it doesn't impinge on our public life."
"So, when you think about the three of us - what boundaries you have in mind."
"I still don't get it," I replied, getting increasingly uncomfortable due to stiff penis that was refusing to stay within the confines of my pants and her verbal foreplay. She sensed my discomfort as I shifted my weight and try to align my penis correctly.
"Good," she said realizing the source of my discomfort.
"You need to think both with your head and that for such things," she said pointing to my stiff erection.
"Let me ask you something before we discuss the boundaries of our relationship," she said collecting her thoughts.
"Did you have any strange dreams in the past few days?"
"Uh..." I shuddered the moment she asked it. Instinctively she understood that she got immediately to the crux of the matter.
"Go on," she urged, "don't make me plead."
"I had the dream of a king who had to surrender to his conqueror and as part of the reconciliation agreement the conqueror gets to visit the royal queen's bedchamber."
"Plausible," she quipped.
"It wasn't just any night - meticulously planned and orchestrated ceremony when the queen would be most receptive."
"Not bad at all," she said, slapping my thigh.
"All of such things must have definitely happened in the past," she conjectured.
"If I could hazard a guess, you were the vanquished king, and Uncle was the conqueror that leaves me to don the duties of the queen."
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