Adultery Shyam, Savita Bhabhi And Kajal

[Darksam]

Although they were Marathi speaking, Shyam Belekar and his wife Renu lived in a small one bedroom apartment in a predominantly Gujarati speaking area of the suburb of Ghatkopar in Mumbai. They had been married just eight months ago. Shyam, aged around 25, was a tall, dark, well-built, handsome guy. He sported a natty, well trimmed moustache so popular with Indian men. Renu was of medium height, fair, very attractive, with bright eyes, dimpled smile and a full, well endowed figure. Both dressed well and made a strikingly good-looking pair. Shyam worked in a large manufacturing company as a shop floor supervisor. He was ambitious, diligent and hard-working. Renu, aged around 22, was a typical home-maker.

They were very much in love. In fact, Shyam was besotted with Renu. While at work, he could hardly wait for his shift to end so that he could return home to his attractive, sexy wife. As is quite common in India, their marriage had been arranged by parents. They had met only once or twice before marriage, under the watchful eyes of the family. Both Shyam and Renu were virgins at the time of marriage.

Although Shyam's physical endowments were perhaps just a little above average, he was blessed with a vigorous libido that lay dormant until he got married. After marriage, his sexual appetite was almost insatiable. Shyam made love to Renu at least twice a night and sometimes again in the early morning. Apart from this, they also made love in the afternoons on Sundays. Although Shyam would have loved to try out many new things he read about in books, Renu was rather conservative and would discourage Shyam when he tried to do things she considered "wicked" or "bad". Renu didn't like to use any birth control devices herself, and to delay her first pregnancy, they depended only on the use of condoms by Shyam. However, in the first flush of their marriage, these things were no big deal. They were both quite happy with their married life although Renu did sometimes find Shyam's attentions a bit overpowering, particularly when she had PMS. However, being a dutiful Indian wife, she always made herself available to Shyam.

Kantbhai Shah and his wife Savita lived in a one bedroom apartment across the staircase landing from Shyam's. Kantibhai was around 30 and was a businessman. He was short, fair, potbellied and nondescript looking. His business involved frequent traveling and he was apt to be away for 10-15 days at a time. One wondered how he managed to marry the fair, good looking Savita. She was around 26 and was a typical Gujarati housewife. She was rather plump. They had a young baby boy, around 6 months old. She had large, sagging but still very shapely breasts that were barely contained in her blouse. Her baby was nourished exclusively on breast milk, of which she had an abundant supply. The baby was chubby, good tempered and slept almost 18-20 hours a day, waking up at 4 hourly intervals to feed and then promptly going to sleep again, except after his midnight feed, when he was apt to be wide awake and playful, refusing to go to sleep for an hour or two, much to the consternation of his mother. Kantibhai's grandmother also lived with them. She was perhaps 70 and known simply as "Ba". Apart from being somewhat simple-minded, she was also hard of hearing and lately had developed cataracts in both her eyes, which blurred her vision too. She mostly occupied herself with prayers and meditation. The last apartment on that floor belonged to the Patels, an old couple who were away on a long visit to their sons settled in US.

The Bhalekars and Shahs lived on the fourth floor. There was no elevator in the building, so it was quite a climb up the stairs. This automatically discouraged salesmen and sundry visitors. It was a common practice for the residents to leave the door of the main entrance of their apartment open, with only the latticed steel security door closed against the remote possibility of a stranger intruding. This allowed an unrestricted flow of air through the apartments, permitted a clear view of each others' living rooms and also enabled the neighbors to carry on conversations without leaving their homes.

Renu and Savita quickly became good friends. Savita being the older and more experienced was addressed as "Savita Bhabi". ("Bhabi" literally means an elder brother's wife, but is loosely used as a term of respect when addressing an older married woman.) They spent many an afternoon together, learning recipes from each other, playing with the baby and gossiping. They sometimes shared a thing or two about their sex lives, amidst much whispering and giggling. It appeared that Kantbhai & Savita were not only more experienced, but also more adventurous. Renu was many times shocked and scandalized by things Savita told her and Savita in turn enjoyed Renu's discomfort, taking pleasure in egging her on to try some of the new things.

"Mujhe pata hai tum bahut darpok ho. Tum apne pati ko aisa karne ko nahi bologi. Shayad mai khud hi Shyam Bhai ko bolungi."

"I know you are a scaredy cat. You are not going to ask your hubby to try that, are you? I think Perhaps I'll tell Shyam Bhai myself to do it with you!" Savita would challenge Renu. ("Bhai" or "Bhaiya" means brother, but is loosely used as a term of respect while addressing a male acquaintance.)

"Nahi nahi! Aap aisa kuch bhi nahi karengi!"

"No no! Don't you dare!" Renu would squeal, her ears turning red with embarrassment. Savita would burst out laughing. And so they would banter on. Savita felt more than a twinge of envy when she realized how often Shyam made love to Renu. Alas, her own hubby Kantibhai was not so energetic.

Then one day, there was a condom malfunction. Some of Shyam's virile semen seeped into Renu's fertile womb and, to cut a long story short, Renu missed her period. Women in Renu's maternal line were prone to severe nausea and vomiting during pregnancy and Renu had also unfortunately inherited that trait. Soon her morning sickness became so severe that she was nauseous throughout the day and was hardly able to keep anything down. No remedy seemed to work. To make matters worse, she developed an aversion to sex. In fact, the mere sight of her husband's underwear hanging out to dry on the clothesline was enough to bring on a severe bout of retching. So finally, Shyam had no alternative but to send Renu off to her father's home in Satara, when she was barely in her third month of pregnancy. That meant that he had to spend almost 8 to 9 months without his wife, assuming that she would return after the baby was say a couple of months old.

Renu set her house in order as best as she could, and bid a tearful goodbye to Savitabhabi, admonishing her to take good care of hubby Shyam. Savita assured Renu that everything would be fine in Mumbai and told her to take care of her own health. Shyam took a couple of days off to drop Renu off at her father's place in Satara, a small town about 400 km south-east of Mumbai.

Shyam returned to Mumbai with a heavy heart, but soon became extremely busy in his work. He was an ambitious young man and decided to put his wife's long absence to good use. The factory he was employed in worked round the clock and the manpower rotated in shifts every two weeks. The third shift from midnight to 7 in the morning was obviously the least liked by the employees. People would try to make all kinds of excuses to avoid the third shift. He knew that the management would be very pleased with anybody who volunteered to work in the third shift. Apart from getting an additional hardship allowance, he would also gain experience of managing workmen on his own without any support from senior staff. So Shyam lost no time in talking to his boss and immediately he was put to work in the third shift for a period of six months.

Shyam's daily routine was a bit different from most other people. After getting off from the factory in the morning, he would return home around 8:30 AM, eating breakfast in a restaurant near the suburban railway station on his way home. After a quick shower, he would go to sleep and wake up around 1 PM. He would go out to eat lunch at a nearby restaurant, return home, spend some time reading the newspaper or watching TV, then go to sleep again, waking up at 6 or 7 PM. After another shower, he would go out, socialize, eat dinner, get ready and start for his factory at around 10:30 PM, to report for duty just a little before midnight. Soon, he got quite used to this rather strange routine.

Savita took Renu's admonishment to heart and would often invite Shyam to have lunch or dinner. After a little initial hesitation, Shyam fell into the habit of eating either lunch or dinner at Savita's place practically every day. After all, it was so much more convenient than eating in a restaurant and besides, Savita was an excellent cook. To compensate Savita for the additional expense she incurred on his account, Shyam regularly bought some useful things for the household or little gifts for Savita or the little baby. Although he didn't really know Savita very well till then, they soon fell into an easy, jovial, companionable friendship. Savita would address him as "Shyam Bhai" and he would in turn call her "Savita Bhabi". While there were no sparks flying between them, Shyam certainly enjoyed the feminine company she provided. Savita too enjoyed his male company, something she missed because of her husband's long absences.

Although their friendship consciously remained at a platonic level, Savita and Shyam were both aware of an undercurrent of sexual tension between them. After all, they were young and attractive. Savita would sometimes catch Shyam's eyes wandering over her bosom. She would pretend not to notice and allow the pallu of her sari to slip and reveal a bit more of her shapely breasts before rearranging it in a leisurely fashion. Shyam too was aware of the speculative glances Savita cast at him sometimes, a knowing little smile playing on her lips. He didn't know that his wife had confided some of their bedroom secrets to Savita and hence he didn't quite know what to make of those glances. They sure did get him a little excited, though...

As days lengthened into weeks, Shyam started feeling more and more depressed because of his enforced celibacy. Although he masturbated regularly, that was poor compensation for what he missed with Renu. He missed her soft breasts against his palms, her hot breath on his face, her moans ringing in his ears, her tight, moist pussy clutching his hard cock as he plunged into her... Sometimes, he idly thought of going to a prostitute, but never seriously did anything since he knew that it could be dangerous and also quite expensive. Besides, he didn't quite know how... So Shyam channeled all his sexual energies into his work. His boss was very pleased with Shyam's work and very soon Shyam got a raise.

***

Enter Kajal!

One day when Shyam returned home in the morning, there was unusual activity in the Shah household. Savitabhabi insisted that Shyam have tea at her place, since her younger sister Kajal had arrived from Indore the previous evening and she would like them to meet. Shyam was very tired & sleepy and tried to beg off. Then suddenly, Kajal burst into the living room, and Shyam's sleep vanished!

Kajal was around 20, a bit short (perhaps 5'-2") and had a glowing, unblemished brown complexion. She was rather small boned and dainty, weighing perhaps no more than 100 lb. She had an astonishing figure – high, full breasts, a narrow waist and wide, flaring hips. While in absolute terms her breasts were not very big, they were big enough to make nice little handfuls and looked absolutely stunning on her small frame. Her legs were relatively short. She often wore saris, since that helped her look more mature and less girlish. She had a long, shapely neck and a very beautiful face. She had a short, shapely nose, full cupid-bow lips, high cheekbones and large, brown eyes that sparkled mischievously. Many little dimples broke out on her cheeks when she smiled. Her thick black hair was gathered in a single plait that reached well below her waist.

Kajal's voice was high and clear, like a bell. She smiled and laughed a lot. She had a cheerful, bubbly temperament. Her movements were naturally graceful, perhaps aided a bit by her training in classical Indian dancing. Although she was well aware of her own attractive looks and the effect she had on the male sex, she had not yet felt the urge nor developed the guile to flirt or deliberately invite male attention. In fact she was a bit of a tomboy in her manner. And yet, she oozed sensuality.

"Namaste, Shyam Bhaiya. Aap kaise hain? Maine aapke bare me bahut kuchh suna hai. Aap ko mil ke bahut khushi hui!"

"Hello Shyam Bhaiyya. How are you doin'? I've heard so much about you. I'm happy to meet you!" Kajal trilled in her high, clear voice.

Shyam immediately liked Kajal, yet was a little unsure about how to react to her. He made polite conversation, quickly finished his tea and excused himself, pleading tiredness. He went home, showered and went to sleep. Although he was tired after a full night's work, he still took a long time falling asleep. Kajal's voice kept ringing in his ears...

Shyam was woken from his slumber by the doorbell ringing. It was 2 pm, a little past his normal wake-up time. It was Kajal at the door.

"Shyam Bhaiya, khana khane chaliye. Savita Didi ne bulaya hai."

"Shyam Bhaiya, Savita Didi (a term of respect used to address an elder sister) has called you for lunch." Kajal said, her face smiling and cheerful.

After freshening up, Shyam went across to Savita's apartment and they all ate a delicious, freshly cooked Gujarati vegetarian meal. Shyam had an excellent appetite and ate with gusto, while Savita and Kajal looked on approvingly. After lunch, they chatted amicably and Shyam got to know more about Kajal.

Kajal was about 6 years younger than Savita. They had no other siblings. Their mother had passed away while Kajal was still very young. They had been brought up in a well heeled Gujarati joint family in the central Indian city of Indore, where they owned a prosperous business. Their father doted on his daughters, particularly the younger Kajal. Father's widowed elder sister (called "Bua") had taken the place of their deceased mother and brought the girls up competently, if perhaps a bit strictly. Kajal had started feeling a bit hemmed in by the provincial atmosphere of Indore. She kept pestering her father to send her to Mumbai to take some courses that were not available in Indore. Although her father was not too keen to see his pretty young daughter go to Mumbai, he finally relented and agreed to send her for a couple of months for some summer courses. He was reassured by the fact that Kajal would be living with her elder sister Savita. (Besides, he thought this would be a good way to put a stop to a budding friendship between Kajal and a neighborhood boy whom he considered to be a waster.)

Kajal was keen to see the absent Renu's photos. So after a while, Kajal and Shyam moved to Shyam's living room and Kajal flipped through the wedding album.

"Wah, Shyam Bhaiya! Sach much, Renu Bhabi kitni sundar hain! Aap bahut khush kismet hain!"

"Wow, Shyam Bhaiya! Renu Bhabi is really so beautiful! You are very lucky." Kajal exclaimed.

"Thanks" Shyam responded.

"Aap bhi bahut achhe lag rahe hain. Aap dono ka joda bilkul Ram or Sita ke saman lag raha hai."

"You are looking good too. You two look like Lord Ram and his wife Sita." Kajal gushed.

"Kajal, tumhe bhi ek bahut achha pati milega. Tum bhi bahut achhi dikhti ho."

"Kajal, you look very nice too. You'll also get a good husband." Shyam said with a naughty glint in his eyes. Kajal blushed prettily.

"Lekin mujhe abhi shaadi nahi karni. Mujhe padhna hai"

"I don't want to get married so soon. I want to study." Kajal responded.

"Han, han. Zaroor padho. Lekin shaadi me bhi bahut maza hai!"

"Yes, yes. By all means study. But there's a lot of fun in getting married too!" Shyam said. He was surprised at himself how he had dared talk like this to a pretty young girl. It was completely out of character.

"Oh Shyam Bhaiya! Aap mujhe aise kyon chidha rahe hain? Mujhe nahi karni shaadi waadi."

"Oh Shyam Bhaiya! Why are you pulling my leg? I don't want to get married." Kajal responded, her face flushed. Shyam burst out laughing.

"Dekh lo. Jab tum shaadi karogi tab main tumhe poochunga kitna maza aata hai."

"Just you wait. After you get married I'll ask you how good it feels." Shyam teased again, enjoying Kajal's discomfiture, who had by now become completely flustered.

Although Kajal had joined coaching classes, she needed additional help with Math, Physics and Chemistry. She brought this up with sister Savita. Savita immediately suggested that Shyam might be the best person to give her additional coaching in these subjects, since he was an engineer and presumably knew these subjects well.

"Shyam Bhaiya, kya aap mujhe Physics, Chemistry aur Math sikhayenge? Mujhe coaching class mein samajh nahi aa rahe hain."

"Shyam Bhaiya, will you please help me out with Physics, Chemistry and Math? I'm having difficulty in the coaching class." Kajal asked one day after Shyam had eaten a delicious meal.

Such were her persuasive powers that Shyam agreed, in spite of the demands this would make on his time. Besides, Shyam had started enjoying the company of young, bubbly, sexy Kajal. In fact secretly, he had been wondering how he could spend more time with her without arousing Savita's suspicions. So this came to him as a godsend.

"Thik hai. Lekin din mein ek ghante se jyada nahin."

"OK. But no more than an hour a day." Shyam said after a show of reluctance.

"Oh Shyam Bhaiya, thank you! Aap kitne achche hain!"

"Oh Shyam Bhaiya, thank you! That's so nice of you!" Kajal squealed in delight, clapping her hands gleefully.

So from the next day, Kajal would go to Shyam's place in the afternoon after lunch and spend an hour trying to understand the intricacies of those subjects. Doors of both the apartments were open to allow cross ventilation, so Savita had a clear view into Shyam's living room. However Shyam did not have a desk at which they could sit. Instead, they used to sit in the small kitchen, where a tiny (4' by 2') table had been squeezed into a corner. The table had been placed with its long side touching a wall. There were two dining chairs, one placed along the length and the other along the width of the table. Kajal generally used to sit along the long side, books spread on the table, while Shyam mostly used to sit along the short side, rocking the chair back & forth as he explained the subjects to Kajal. Savita could not actually see them when they were inside the kitchen, though she could hear the sound of their voices...

Whenever Shyam was speaking, Kajal used to look intently at him, raptly attentive. Shyam found her unwavering gaze rather exciting and unnerving. The kitchen was small and they were obliged to sit in close proximity. Apart from her intent gaze, Shyam was also acutely aware of her heady feminine scent and the tantalizing glimpses of her sexy young body as her pallu occasionally slipped off her shoulders. However, Shyam consciously didn't allow these things to distract him.

[Darksam]

Lately, Kajal's thoughts too frequently dwelt on Shyam. He was so different from the other young boys she knew. He was older, more mature, so confident... He looked so manly and carried himself so well... And he was smart: he was able to make tough subjects appear easy. In fact Kajal many a times caught herself daydreaming about Shyam, trying to imagine how it would feel if she were to be in Renu's place... Slowly, she had started developing a crush on Shyam, something that had never before happened in her young life. Kajal had also became aware of Shyam staring at her intently sometimes, when she was busy solving the questions set by him in her notebook. This set her heart aflutter, but she pretended not to notice. In fact she rather liked his attention.

Although she did not do anything consciously, her raging hormones drove her to act in ways to further attract his attention. She would often pout or lick her lips. She touched her hair every now and then. Her pallu became alarmingly unstable, slipping off her shoulders at the slightest movement of her body, to be put in its proper place after a goodly interval. Every fifteen minutes or so she would give in to an uncontrollable urge to stretch herself, her arms high over her head, shoulders pulled back, bosom thrust out as she let out a long, luxuriant yawn...

Shyam was acutely aware of all that Kajal was doing and he knew exactly what was driving her to do it. This excited him so much that his penis used to become three-quarters erect when Kajal was with him and remained half erect even after he jerked off after she left. However, he also knew that she was no slut and all her actions were completely involuntary. He had no clue how to handle the situation and he grew more and more frustrated. He thought of stopping this torture by making some excuse to stop coaching Kajal, but immediately rejected the idea. He couldn't bear to let go of her either...

One day Shyam noticed that Kajal's left eye was bothering her. She kept rubbing and wiping it with the end of her pallu. When that didn't seem to help, she washed it out with water and then came back to the table. But after a while, it started itching and watering again. She was clearly in distress.

"Tumhari aankh ko kya ho gaya, Kajal?"

"What's the matter with your eye, Kajal?" Shyam asked solicitously.

"Pata nahi. Subere to thik thi. Abhi kuch der se jal rahi hai. Shayad kuch kachra chala gaya hai."

"I don't know. It was OK in the morning. It's been burning for a while. Perhaps a speck of dust might have gone in."

"Dekhen!"

"Let me see!" Shyam said.

There was a little window above the waist high granite topped cooking platform. Bright light shone into the kitchen through the window. Since Shyam didn't use the kitchen much, the platform was clean and uncluttered. Shyam wanted to position Kajal so that her face was well illuminated. He asked her to hop on to the platform. But since Kajal was a bit too short, she couldn't do it. So Shyam picked her up by the waist and hoisted her easily on to the platform.

Kajal's eyes were tightly shut in pain, tears streaming out of the left eye. Shyam gently held her by her jaw and tilted her face up to the light. With his other hand he delicately forced her eyelid open and immediately saw what the problem was. A detached eyelash had lodged itself inside her lower eyelid near the outer corner. Both his hands were occupied and he knew that the eye would close again if he let go. In a completely spontaneous action, Shyam leaned forward, stuck out his tongue and delicately licked the offending eyelash out of Kajal's eye. He then transferred it on to his forefinger and said triumphantly,

"Dekho, nikaal diya!"

"See, I've removed it!"

Kajal immediately felt the irritation ebbing. She mopped the tears and sweat from her face with the end of her pallu and exhaled a long sigh of relief. Her sweet, intoxicating breath washed over Shyam's face. He was mesmerized.

"Shyam Bhaiya, thank you very much." Kajal said. He stood still, mesmerized.

She too seemed to be entranced as she sat still on the cooking platform, staring into Shyam's eyes that were inches away from hers. Slowly, she lifted her hand and ran her fingers over Shyam's stubbly chin (he shaved in the evenings just before leaving for work). Immediately, a powerful jolt of electricity coursed through Shyam's body. His legs started to tremble, his cock became hard and erect and his heart leapt into his throat, barely allowing him to breathe.

His eyes traveled downwards and saw Kajal's strong, fast, irregular pulse beating in the hollow of her throat. Her pallu was pooled in her lap, leaving her blouse uncovered. The blouse had a large neck and hooks running down the front. The blouse and bra seemed to be a couple of sizes too small. Her generously proportioned breasts were not only bulging out of the neck but were also trying to spill out from the gaps between the hooks that were straining to hold her blouse closed. In a completely involuntary act, Shyam's hands slowly ran over Kajal's blouse covered breasts.

"Unhh..." A low, barely audible moan escaped Kajal's lips and her eyes half closed.

Then suddenly, the spell was broken. Kajal pushed Shyam back, rearranged her pallu and jumped down.

"Baap re! Mujhe der ho gayi. Mujhe jaana hai."

"My God! I'm late. I got to go!" Kajal exclaimed. She hurriedly gathered her stuff and scurried off Shyam,

[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".

***

[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".

***

[Darksam]

An unspoken understanding developed between Shyam, Savita and Kajal. Although they all knew what was happening between them, and although the sisters were otherwise very close, Savita and Kajal never made any direct reference to their relationship with Shyam when they spoke to each other. Apart from this, they all behaved in a most decorous manner even when only the three of them were together, at least for a long time...

It was left to Shyam to tell each sister what he had done with the other. Shyam was a born raconteur. He soon honed his narrative skills not just to inform and communicate, but also to arouse and excite. He skillfully combined flowery, poetic euphemisms and the crudest vulgarities in the Hindi language to describe the plots and situations, actions and emotions so as to inflame the rawest passions – his own and of his audience.

He was the one in control now, and the two sisters trusted him implicitly. They happily allowed him to do whatever he wished. It was also understood tacitly that Shyam's bedroom was out of bounds, in deference to the absent Renu. Action took place mostly in his small kitchen, sometimes in his living room and later on, on some memorable occasions in Savita's apartment.

All fun and games were put on hold when Savita's husband Kantibhai was in town between his business tours. In those periods, there was strictly no interaction between Shyam and the two sisters. But as soon as Kantibhai was off on his next tour, Shyam had to work extra hard to make up for lost time. After all, Savita and Kajal had both become addicted to the fare served up by him. In fact, Shyam found himself perpetually sleep deprived, what with the triple duty he had to do: the nights in the service of his employer and days servicing the sexy Gujarati sisters. Only his youth and vigor enabled him to keep up. Although he wasn't complaining, he welcomed the interludes when Kantibhai was in town, since he was then able to catch up on his sleep.

***
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As the summer progressed, Shyam's small kitchen became ever hotter in the afternoons. The small table fan he'd recently bought was proving to be of little help. Then one day, Shyam had a brainwave. On his way home after eating lunch at a restaurant, he bought a large slab of ice from a roadside vendor and hauled it up to his apartment. He placed it on the cooking platform and arranged the table fan so it blew air across the ice slab. Water dripping off the melting ice drained into the sink at one end of the platform. The effect was immediately noticeable and the temperature inside the little kitchen became much more bearable. The slab was big enough to cool the kitchen for several hours. Shyam was pleased with himself. Savita opened her door as Shyam knocked on it. Kajal was standing right behind her.

"Bhabi, aaiye, aapko kuchh dikhana hai."

Bhabi, come, I want to show you something." Shyam said.

Kajal held back, thinking that Shyam wanted to be with Savita that day. Shyam however had other ideas.

"Kajal, tum bhi aao."

"Kajal, you can come too." He said.

As they entered Shyam's living room, he switched on the TV and set the volume a bit high.

"Kajal, tum yahin ruko. Agar by chance kissine darwaza khatkhataya to samhal lena."

"Kajal, please wait here. If by chance anyone knocks the door, deal with him." Shyam instructed her.

He then beckoned Savita to follow him and went inside, carelessly confident that she would obey. Kajal pretended not to notice his gesture to Savita, studiously concentrating her attention on the TV. Savita was stunned at Shyam's sheer crudeness and impudence in expecting her to follow him inside even as her younger sister looked on. This was getting a bit too much; she thought and for a moment considered defying him and walking out. Then she changed her mind and decided to confront him there and then. She wrapped her pallu tightly around her shoulders and marched in, seething with anger. Kajal observed Savita's reactions through the corner of her eyes and knew that a confrontation was going to happen. She waited with bated breath...

"Shyam Bhai, besharmi ki bhi koi hadd hoti hai. Yeh aapne kaise samajh liya ke meri chhoti behen ke saamne mai aapke peeche peeche chali aoongi? Aap kya mujhe kathputli samajhte hain ya apni rakhail jo aapke isharon par nachegi? Mai aisi beizzati katai nahi sahoongi."

"Shyam Bhai, there has to be a limit even to your brazenness. How dare you think that I'd follow you under the very eyes of my younger sister? Do you think I am a puppet or your mistress who will dance to your tune? I will never tolerate such an insult!" Savita spat out, her bosom heaving and eyes flashing in anger.

Shyam was taken aback. He immediately realized that he'd unthinkingly made a mistake. However, now that he had put himself in a pickle, he decided to brazen it out.

"Oh oh ho! Savita Bhabi, aap toh ekdum naraz ho gayi! Lekin aisi bhi kya baat hui hai? Kajal achhi tarah janti hai ki hum dono andar kiss liye aaye hain aur woh bhi koi pahli baar nahi. Woh merey ghar mein baithe ya aapke ghar mein iss se kya farak padta hai? Usne yahin baithna jyada achha hai kyonki agar koi aira gaira galti se aa hi gaya toh woh usse nipat sakegi. Hai na?"

"Oh oh ho! Savita Bhabi, why are you so upset? What's the matter? After all, Kajal knows very well why we've come in here and that too not for the first time. What difference does it make whether she waits in my apartment or yours? In fact it's better if she waits here since if per chance a stranger intrudes, she'll be better able to deal with him here. Don't you agree?" Shyam asked coolly.

This so enraged Savita that words failed her and she just spluttered incoherently. She raised her hand and swung it hard, wanting to slap Shyam. He was too quick for her and caught her flying wrist, breaking a couple of glass bangles she wore.

"Baap re! Itna gussa! Lekin Bhabi, aap gusse mein aur bhi sundar lagti hain. Sach bataiye, kya aap mujh par gussa hain ya apne aap par?"

"My God! What a temper! But you know Bhabi; you look even more beautiful when you are angry. Tell me truthfully, who are you angry with, me or you?"

While he spoke, he slowly twisted her arm and turned her around so that she faced away from him. Savita felt a sharp pain as he strong armed her, and then it subsided into a dull throb as he held her arm pinned behind her. She felt angry, helpless and frustrated as she struggled to free herself, finally giving up when she realized that he was too strong for her. Tears streamed out and she sobbed as she felt the fight slowly ebb out of her. She suddenly became conscious of his close proximity just behind her and felt a twitch in her pussy as her nostrils flared and registered his strong male scent.

"Zara dekiye Bhabi, garmi par maat karne ke liye itna mast bandobast kiya hai aur aap uska mazaa lene ke bajai jhagadna chahti hain! Thandi hawa ko apne badan par jhel kar uska mazaa lootiye!"

"Look Bhabi, I've rigged up such a nice arrangement to beat the heat, and you want to fight instead of enjoying it! C'mon, relax and enjoy the cool breeze blow over your body." He said.

He let go of her arm and made her stand right in line with the air blowing off the ice slab. Savita closed her eyes and let the breeze dry off her sweat, occasional sobs still wracking her body. Shyam stood close behind, without touching her. He gently nudged her pallu off her shoulders, so that the cool air blew directly on the expanse of her bosom showing through the large neck opening. The blouse had a large, low opening at the back too, through which her well padded shoulder blades were visible. He started massaging and caressing the bare skin of her back. Her sobs slowly subsided and she finally let out a long sigh. She knew then that she was beaten and would never be able to defy him.

His erect cock tented his pajamas and fleetingly brushed Savita's ass as he moved closer. Savita moved her ass back a little, once again seeking contact with his cock. He again allowed his cock to brush her and drew back. They continued their little game for a while, their arousal mounting, not making any contact between their bodies except for the fleeting brush of his cock against her ass. He leaned forward and licked the bare expanse of her back, savoring the salty taste of dried sweat. Then he reached around her, unbuttoned her front opening blouse and released the clasp of her bra. He pushed her blouse and bra off her body so that her large, bare, slightly sagging bosom was directly exposed to the cool breeze. Savita's nipples immediately tightened and her aureole puckered up.

"Bhabi, apne haath sar par rakhiye."

"Bhabi, place your hands over your head." He instructed and she complied, all thoughts of rebellion completely forgotten.

He ran his fingers through her thick armpit hair, then bent and smelled them, savoring her feminine musk. He rubbed his palms against her breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. Savita moaned under her breath. His hands traveled downwards and caressed her soft belly, soothing the stretch marks left by her pregnancy. He steadied her hips with one hand and deliberately rubbed his swollen cock against her. With his other hand he pulled out her sari and undid the knot of her petticoat. Her sari and petticoat fell and pooled around her feet and soon, her panties followed, rendering her completely naked. His hands now roamed all over her thighs and belly, his fingers occasionally rubbing along her wet slit while his cock ground into her ass from behind. He stepped back a bit and stripped off his kurta and pajamas.

"Haan, toh aaj meri rakhail peeche se apni choot marwana chahegi?"

"Would my mistress like to get her cunt fucked from behind today?" He asked, deliberately employing the word "rakhail" (mistress) that she had herself used a short while ago, to emphasize his domination over her.

By that time, Savita was so aroused, ready and waiting for his cock that it hardly mattered to her whether he took her from the front or behind as long as he quickly got on with it. She grunted her assent. Shyam placed the pillow on the table and made Savita lean over and rest her shoulders on it, her head cradled in her arms. He nudged her legs apart and Savita on her part raised her hips as far as she could, positioning herself to receive his cock. Her pussy was wide open now and he could see her juices trickle out. He stood behind her, held her by her hips, lined up and eased his cock in. Her pussy was hot and well lubricated, offering little resistance. He started thrusting in and out of her cunt from behind, slowly increasing the tempo. As his frenzy built up, he leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck, hands reaching down and grabbing her breasts. Savita too abandoned herself to the waves of pleasure washing over her and became oblivious to the grunts escaping her own lips and the creaking and scraping sound of the table as it bore the brunt of Shyam's vigorous thrusts. In a few minutes, Shyam blew his load deep inside Savita, who had already experienced several orgasms during that time. He collapsed against her, resting his head on her sweaty bare back till they both recovered their breath.

"Bhabi, aapko peeche se chodne mein kuchh alag hi maza aaya. Kya aapko bhi aaya?"

"Bhabi, doing you from behind was something else! Did you enjoy it too?" He asked. She nodded. That was another thing he'd never done with Renu.

"Pata hai, kal Kajal ki choot ka parda phatate phatate bach gaya. Sachhi, woh bilkul diwani ho gayi thi mera lund apni choot mein ghuswane ke liye. Lekin maine uspar qaboo kar liya."

"You know, yesterday Kajal almost lost her virginity. She was desperate to get my cock into her cunt, but I managed to control her." He told her, while his hands roamed over her naked body. He then proceeded to narrate the whole incident, re-igniting their passions. Savita was barely able to keep her mind on his narration.

"Maine ab tak kabhi gaand nahi mari. Lekin ek din main aapki marne wala hoon. Kya aapne kabhi marwayi hai?"

"I've never fucked ass before. But one day I'm going to do yours. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?" He asked.

"Haan. Inhone ek do baar mari hai. Lekin mujhe bahut dard hua. Bilkul achha nahi laga. Woh bahut gandi harkat hai!"

"Yes, my husband has done me in the ass a couple of times. It was very painful. I didn't like it at all. It's such a dirty act!" Savita replied, her nose wrinkling in disgust.

"Thik hai Bhabi, agar aap nahi chahti toh rehne dijiye. Lekin maine Kajal ki gaand mein kai baar ungli chalayi hai. Usko kafi achha lagta hai."

"OK Bhabi, I'll not do it if you don't like it. But I've fingered Kajal's ass many times. She's enjoyed it." He responded.

"Shyam Bhai, bahut samhal kar kaam kijiyega. Uss bechari koh koi taqleef nahi honi chahiye."

"Shyam Bhai, please be very gentle with her. The poor thing shouldn't suffer any pain." Savita pleaded with him. Shyam nodded.

All this time, his cock was buried inside her and had become hard again. He stirred his hips and Savita felt it move inside her. In response, she clenched her pussy muscles around his cock, and he uttered a grunt of satisfaction. He fucked her from behind for a while and then stopped.

"Kathputli ji, abki baar main aapke muh mein jharna chahta hoon."

"My puppet, this time I want to cum in your mouth." He said, again intentionally employing the word "kathputli" (puppet).

Without waiting for her response. he straightened up and moved back, his cock pulling out of her cunt with a sucking sound. His thick semen oozed out and trickled down her inner thigh. He sat on a chair and pulled her down so that she knelt between his legs. He opened his thighs wide and presented his wet, shiny cock to her.

"Bhabi, achhi tarah choomiye aur chatiye..."

"Bhabi, please kiss and lick him..." He leaned back and closed his eyes as he felt her hot breath on his sensitive skin.

Savita started with his hairy testicles, licking the wrinkled skin and sucking them gently into her mouth one at a time, then moving on to the base of his cock and working her way up, cleaning their combined juices with her tongue. Her hubby had trained her well in fellatio and she knew how to pleasure her man. She had grown to like the smell of a man's crotch and the salty, pungent taste of cum. Besides, Shyam had not only proven to be a skilled, talented and considerate lover, she found herself strongly aroused by the way he effortlessly dominated her and also by the very illicitness of their coupling. She put her heart and soul into pleasuring Shyam, pulling the foreskin back and worshiping his hard, erect, arrogant phallus with her lips and tongue, opening her mouth wide and taking his cock in right down her throat, then pulling it out to once again give him a once over with her lips and tongue. She continued to pleasure him this way at a slow, unhurried pace while a relaxed Shyam enjoyed her attentions, his fingers entwined in her hair, eyes feasting on the beautiful, sexy woman, another man's wife, so lovingly service his cock. Every once in a while, they talked.

"Bhabi, sachhi, agar maine aapse waada na kiya hota toh ab tak mai kai baar Kajal ko chod chuka hota. Aapko toh pata hai ki woh chudwane ke liye kitni betaab hai. Kya maine ussey choda to sachhi uske pati ko pata chalega?"

"Really, if I hadn't promised you Bhabi, I'd have by now fucked Kajal many times over. You know very well she's desperate for it. Will her husband really be able to find out if I were to fuck her?" He asked.

"Pata nahin. Shayad ussey nahi bhi pata chale. Lekin aisa chance lena thik nahi hai. Shyam Bhai, aap sachhi kitne burey aadmi hain! Aapne meri bholi si chhoti behena koh pataa kar uski niyat kharab kar di. Aur toh aur, uski shadi shuda behen ko bhi apne changul mein phasa kar apna ghulam bana dala. Ab kam se kam uski shaadi mein koi baadha na layen."

"I don't know. Perhaps he might not. But it's not good to take chances. Shyam Bhai, you are a really such a bad man. You've seduced my innocent little sister and corrupted her morals. Not only that, you've entrapped her married sister and made her your slave. Now at least don't create problems in her marriage." Savita pleaded, and then once again engulfed his cock with her mouth.

"Thik hai Bhabi. Agar aap kahen toh kal se Kajal se aur aap se milna band kar dete hain."

"OK, Bhabi, if you wish, I'll stop meeting Kajal and you from tomorrow." Shyam, called her bluff with a sly smile.

"Kaash yeh ab mumkin nahi hai. Hum dono behne ab poori tarah aapke qaboo mei hain. Ab aapke bina hum nahi reh sakte."

"Alas, that's not possible. Both of us are now completely under your control. We can't live without you." Savita sighed, once again sliding his cock down her throat.

Shyam smiled contentedly. He knew that she was speaking the truth. That thought further aroused him. He grasped her head in his hands and proceeded to fuck her mouth, driving his cock down her throat and holding it in till she started to struggle for breath, then pulling out and making her lick and suck his lollipop, then driving it in again, until he finally blew his load in her mouth.

"Bhabi, mere lund ka pani nigal jaiye."

"Bhabi, swallow my cum." He demanded. Savita did her best but a little bit trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Savita liked the taste of Shyam's cum and unlike Kajal, had no sense of revulsion.

Savita sat on Shyam's lap and rested her head against his chest as he leisurely stroked her naked skin and long, loosened tresses.

"Kya Kajal ki shaadi jaldi hi hone wali hai?"

"Is Kajal getting married soon?" He asked.

"Mere Bapu ladke dhoondh rahe hain. Ussi silisile mein woh jaldi hi Mumbai aa rahe hain. Shayad Kajal ko lekar Gujarat jayenge kisi ladke ke gharwalon se milne."

"My Dad is searching for grooms. He's soon coming to Mumbai for that purpose. Perhaps he'll take Kajal with him to Gujarat to meet a boy's family." Savita replied.

"Chalo achha hai. Woh ek bahut garam laundi hai! Uski shaadi waqt par hona zaroori hai. Aur usko ek taqatwar aur dumdar mard chahiye, jo usse khush rakh sake!"

"That's good. She's one hot wench! She sure needs to get married soon. And she needs a strong man with lots of stamina to keep her happy!" Shyam responded with a naughty glint in his eyes.

"Kya uski shaadi kisi aur se hone par aapko bura nahi lagega?"

"Won't you feel jealous seeing her marry another man?" Savita asked teasingly, casting a sidelong glance at him.

"Bhabi, sach kahoon toh thoda bura zaroor lagega. Lekin kya karen, doosra koi chara nahi hai. Agar hum log purane zamane mein hote toh main aap dono behnon ko utha kar le jata aur apne zanane mein rakhta!"

"Bhabi, to tell the truth, I'll certainly feel a bit jealous. But what can I do, there is no alternative. If we'd been living in the olden days, I'd have kidnapped both of you and kept you in my harem!" He responded with a wicked smile.

***

While Shyam and Savita were busy in the kitchen, Kajal sat in the living room, idly surfing channels on the TV. Apart from curiosity and anticipation of a confrontation, she had felt a sudden twinge of arousal when Savita had followed Shyam inside. She was just a dozen feet away from the kitchen and the doors leading from the living room to the passage and from the passage to the kitchen were both open, although the curtains were drawn. Above the sound of the TV, she could occasionally hear sounds of their voices, scuffling noises and sometimes a muffled moan... Obviously, there had been no fight. She was dying to find out what was going on inside, but even the thought of sneaking a peek didn't cross her mind. She knew that in his own good time, Bhaiya would tell her everything. She tried to imagine Shyam and Savita making love. Would Didi be sucking Bhaiya's cock, would she be taking it right down her throat; she wondered. Then she tried to imagine his hard cock thrusting in and out of Didi's pussy. Along with arousal, she felt a touch of envy for Didi. She clamped her thighs together as she felt moisture seep out of her pussy.

***

"Bhabi chaliye, merey khyal mein aapko ab jana chahiye. Aapne mujhe poori tarah thaka diya aur mujhe neend bhi aa rahi hai. Lekin, bahar baithe baithe Kajal kafi garam ho gayi hogi. Uski bhi aag bujhani padegi. Kya aap ussey andar bhej kar khud baharwale kamre mein rukengi?"

"Bhabi I think it's time for you to leave. You really tired me out and I am feeling very sleepy too. But Kajal must have become very hot while waiting outside. I must quench her fires too... Will you please send her in and wait in the living room?" Shyam instructed.

Savita nodded. She then dressed, straightened her hair as best as she could and went out to the living room. Kajal immediately noticed the mussed hair, disheveled clothes and the contented, well-fucked expression on Savita's face...

"Ja!"

"Go!" Savita said to Kajal, gesturing towards the kitchen without meeting her eye.

***

Kajal wordlessly got up, straightened her clothes and went inside. Shyam had put on his pajamas, although his kurta was still off and he was bare above his waist. He had already moved the chairs into the bedroom and was manhandling the table out of the kitchen when Kajal entered. She helped him move the table into the bedroom and then spread a thin guest mattress topped with a sheet on the kitchen floor, all without exchanging a word. She had immediately noticed the cool air and the smell of recent lovemaking in the kitchen.
Having laid the mattress down properly, they stood up and Kajal rushed into Shyam's open arms. They kissed passionately, their mouths open, tongues dueling. She felt his cock harden against her belly and ground her hips against him. He pushed her back and impatiently stripped her. Her high, taut, full breasts swung free as he took off her blouse and bra. Her sari, petticoat and panties were soon off too. She helped him out of his pajamas and they were again locked in a skin on skin embrace, kissing and fondling each other impatiently. Kajal again indulged herself by rubbing her nipples against his hairy chest. Incredibly, although Shyam had ejaculated twice in the last couple of hours, his cock once again became hard and erect.

Still holding Kajal against him, he lowered himself on the mattress. He lay her down on her back. While taking care to rest most of his weight on his knees and elbows, he covered her body with his and maintained an intimate contact, rubbing his torso against hers. He kissed and licked her face and lips and rubbed his cock on her thighs and belly. He slowly moved down, kissing and suckling her stiff nipples, then moving further down to her belly and then to her pubic thatch, his lips and tongue savoring the touch and taste of her taut, hot, silky young skin. Kajal opened herself to him, allowing full access to every nook and cranny of her body that his mouth sought, letting waves of pleasure wash over her. Shyam then turned around so that he now straddled her in a 69 position.

"Kajal, mera lund apne muh me le."

"Kajal, take my cock in your mouth." He said and nudged his cock in as she opened her lips.

He stirred his hips to properly adjust it inside her mouth and let her start licking and sucking it. He spread her thighs apart and started licking her wet slit, spreading her outer lips apart to gain access to her pink, wet, salty inner lips. He breathed in her clean, fresh young feminine odor and savored the taste of her salty juices, pleasuring her cunt. He shifted a bit and uncovered her hard red clit, then proceeded to lick and suck it. Kajal had a hair trigger response and immediately went into a series of hard, wrenching orgasms. Her hips wildly twitched up and down and Shyam had to hold her down by her thighs. Her moans were muffled by Shyam's cock buried in her mouth, but he could feel the vibrations against his cock. She broke into a sweat and her copious pussy juices dribbled out. Shyam too started to jerk his hips and thrust his cock into her mouth. Her gagging reflex was strong as ever and he didn't really get into her throat. Even so, the stimulation provided by her hot mouth, lips and tongue was enough to bring him to another intense orgasm. He could hardly produce a teaspoon of semen this time, his prostate not having had enough time for more.

Kajal felt his cock spurt against the back of her throat. She was determined not to gag this time. She held still till he finished, holding his cum in her mouth. When she sensed his cock softening, she gently pulled it out and swirled his cum around in her mouth, allowing her tongue to register the taste and feel its texture. Hmm... not so bad; she thought. She then swallowed and concentrated on the strong odor of semen that rose from the back of her throat into her nasal cavity. It registered deep inside her mind somewhere. She knew that she would never again be repelled by that smell. She then proceeded to lick his cock clean with dainty thrusts of her tongue.

"Kyon Kajal, teri aag bujh gayi na?"

"Kajal, are your fires quenched?" Shyam queried after turning around and taking her in his arms. She sighed contentedly and buried her face in his chest. He continued to stroke her bare back and plump, tight, rounded buttocks, till he finally slipped into sleep.

Kajal was deliriously happy in the rosy afterglow of an intense series of orgasms. She had never felt so alive and full of vitality. She rested sated, comfy and secure in Shyam's arms, savoring the touch of his hard, naked male body against hers. She felt a wave of tender love engulf her as she watched him fall into deep sleep, a faint smile on his lips and his chest rising and falling slowly. After almost a half hour, she gently disentangled herself form Shyam's arms, got up and dressed. She tiptoed out, fetched a sheet from the bedroom and covered Shyam's body with it, but not before planting a quick peck on his shriveled cock. But for the thick curly hair growing around it, it looks just like a little boy's; she thought and a giggle escaped her lips. She then walked into the living room and saw Savita waiting there, breast feeding her little baby under the cover of her pallu. Nobody looking in on this domestic scene would ever have suspected the orgy of sex that had just happened between Shyam and the two sisters a mere dozen feet into the apartment.

[Darksam]

Although he had never tried anal sex till then and wasn't even sure whether he'd actually like to do it, he was nevertheless intrigued and excited by Kajal's obvious enjoyment when he'd fingered her anus a couple of times. He knew that if at all he wanted to try something, he'd have to do it soon, before she got married. He had read that copious lubrication was essential for a woman to enjoy anal sex. So, he bought a half kilo pack of butter. While it was hard, he cut it into several pieces and shaped and whittled them into roughly bullet shaped suppositories, about three quarters of an inch across and about a couple of inches long. He wrapped them individually in wax paper and stored them in the freezer, ready for use at a suitable opportunity.


***

Savita and Kajal who were always close, grew even closer as their illicit relationship with their neighbor Shyam progressed. Sharing their bodies with the same man somehow engendered a camaraderie that they had never felt before. Even so, some curious shared inhibition didn't allow them to talk about it with each other. Although there was not a trace of jealousy between them, that didn't mean that there wasn't a bit of friendly rivalry for Shyam's attention, particularly on Kajal's part, and that sometimes drove her to do unusual things...

***

The layout of Savita's apartment was a bit different from Shyam's. The entrance opened into the living room. There was a door leading to the balcony straight ahead. The balcony looked out onto the main street below. Off a bit to the right of the living room was a small kitchen. The kitchen was open, with only a waist high partition running between it and the living room. The cooking platform ran along the outer wall of the kitchen. To the right was a small passage leading straight to the single bedroom. On the left side of the main passage was a little side passage. A tiny wash basin was accommodated in there. Also located in the side passage were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and the other to the loo. There was no toilet attached to the bedroom. A person looking in through the steel grilled security door at the entrance could see the entire living room and kitchen, but the passage and bedroom entrance were not visible. A person working at the cooking platform would have her back to the apartment and would have to turn to look at persons sitting in the living room or at the tiny dining table placed right behind the platform. However the passage or bedroom door was not visible to a person working at the cooking platform.

One day, around 8:30 in the morning, Shyam was sipping a cup of tea in Savita's apartment, sitting at the dining table. This happened only occasionally, since normally he would be keen to shower and go to bed as soon as he could upon returning from work. Savita being the lady of the house had been up early and bustled about with her chores while keeping up a conversation with Shyam. Kajal and the baby were nowhere to be seen, presumably still asleep in the bedroom. (Whenever Kantibhai, Savita's hubby was away on tour, Kajal slept in the bedroom with Savita and the baby. Otherwise, she would sleep in the living room, where old Ba too slept). Ba as usual was sitting in the living room, busy with her prayer beads, oblivious to her surroundings.

After a while, Shyam heard a stirring from the bedroom. He looked to his right and saw Kajal who had just woken up and was standing at the bedroom door, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. Kajal too spotted him at the same time and suddenly her sleep vanished. She smiled at Shyam and gestured at him to keep quiet. She didn't yet want Savita to know that she was up. She continued to stand at the bedroom door, stretching and yawning. She wore a comfortable cotton house coat, a modest, loose, cover all garment reaching all the way down to her ankles. The half sleeved housecoat probably belonged to Savita, since it had buttons running down the front up to the navel, making it convenient for her to open it to breast feed her baby. It was amazing how sexy Kajal managed to look even in a house coat, one of the dowdiest garments ever invented.

Shyam continued to chat with Savita, stealing an occasional glance at the bedroom door. The moment Kajal caught his attention; she puckered her lips and leaned forward a little, inviting a kiss. He immediately looked away, trying his best to ignore Kajal and continue his conversation with Savita. Soon, his eyes again wandered towards the bedroom door. By then Kajal had undone the top two buttons of the house coat and her fingers were on the third. She licked her lips suggestively as Shyam looked at her. He once again looked away, his cock rapidly hardening. He tried to catch the thread of his conversation with Savita again, but she sensed that his attention had wandered.

"Shyam Bhai, neend aa rahi hai kya?"

"Shyam Bhai, are you sleepy?" Savita asked.

"Nahi nahi. Aisi koi baat nahi."

"No, no. It's nothing." Shyam said, readjusting his position to accommodate his stiff cock.

When he looked again, Kajal had undone four buttons and her hand was inside the housecoat, lightly massaging a breast. She smiled wickedly at Shyam. Then she slowly pulled one side of the house coat open, gradually baring her plump, pretty shoulder and then paused. Shyam couldn't take his eyes off her and swallowed nervously as he tried to conceal his arousal, his heart beating fast and blood rushing to his face. Kajal waited and enjoyed Shyam's discomfiture. Then she slowly resumed peeling the housecoat down until a full, round breast was completely bared. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath and Shyam could see that her nipple was engorged, no doubt because in trying to arouse Shyam, she had also aroused herself.

"Hey Bhagwan, yeh ladki ab tak jagi nahi hai! Kajal! Chal uth, aur kitni soyegi? Kal shaadi hone ke baad aise soyegi toh sasural wale kya kahenge?"

"Oh God! Hasn't this girl woken up yet? Kajal!! Rise and shine! If you sleep like this after your marriage, what'll your in-laws say?" Savita shouted at Kajal when she realized that it was almost 9 O'clock in the morning.

"Ji Didi, mein kab ki jag uthi hoon. Bus abhi taiyar ho kar aati hoon."

"Yes Didi, I've been awake for a while. I'll be ready and out in a jiffy." Kajal called out, quickly buttoning up the house coat and winking at Shyam.

Kajal then emerged from the bedroom and stood at the washbasin, brushing her teeth. Every once in a while she puckered her lips at Shyam, offering him a foamy, toothpasty kiss. In reply, Shyam shook a fist at her when Savita wasn't looking.

"Bhabi, ab main chalta hoon. Zara aram kar loon."

"Bhabi, I'll leave now. I need to rest." Shyam said.

"Bhaiya merey liye do minute rukiye na. Main abhi bahar aa rahi hoon."

"Bhaiya, please wait a couple of minutes for me. I'm just getting ready." Kajal called out.

So Shyam waited, not wanting to appear churlish. Kajal hadn't finished torturing him yet. She again went into the bedroom and stood at the door, facing him. As he looked on hypnotized, she slowly gathered up the house coat with her hands, raising the hem to her knees, then up her thighs and then a further few tantalizing inches till her hairy, triangular pubis was revealed in all its glory. She lewdly thrust her hips out at him, then straightened, turned around and bent forward to bare her plump round buttocks. She once again straightened and pulled the house coat off. For a fleeting moment, she stood completely naked, her back towards him, before disappearing inside the bedroom. A few minutes later she emerged, dressed in a salwar kameez, a dupatta demurely wrapped around her shoulders, her face fresh and innocent.

She sat down at the table beside Shyam and Savita served steaming cups of tea to them both. Shyam protested that he'd already had enough and wouldn't be able to sleep if he had another cup of tea, but Savita and Kajal would have none of it and finally he had to acquiesce. As Kajal made innocent small talk with Savita and Shyam, her hand wandered under the table on to Shyam's thigh, slowly moving to his crotch. For a while, he kept perfectly still, even holding his breath as her fingers brushed the bulge in his trousers. Then he abruptly got up, made his excuses and hurried back to his apartment, hoping that nobody had noticed the bulge in his trousers. Although he was highly aroused, he decided not to wank off. He wanted to preserve his energy for later in the day, to teach Kajal a lesson she wouldn't forget in a hurry. The image of her bare, sexy round rump kept recurring before his eyes...

***

Once again, after finishing lunch Shyam hauled up a slab of ice to his apartment and set it up on the kitchen platform. He removed the butter suppositories from the freezer and placed them on the ice slab, within easy reach. He also arranged a pillow and a pancha (coarse, thin cotton towel) in the kitchen. He knocked on Savita's door and invited both sisters into his apartment. This time, both were ready and waiting for him to call, dressed in their best clothes and wearing light makeup. He also caught a whiff of light floral perfume. Kajal carried the sleeping baby in her arms while Savita brought in trays filled with spices. Like all good Gujarati housewives, she too bought a year's supply in summer. Since Shyam's balcony faced due west and caught the sun in the afternoons, she had decided to use it to dry the spices while they were in his apartment. It added a nice homely touch too, she thought.

"Kajal chal, ab tujhe agla sabak sikhayen."

"Kajal come, let's teach you the next lesson." He said as Savita went into the balcony to spread the spices out to dry. Kajal could never have suspected what lesson he was about to teach her.

Kajal placed the sleeping baby on the divan and switched on the TV. She glanced surreptitiously at Savita who was out on the balcony, before following Shyam into the kitchen. The dining table and chairs had been restored to their places in the kitchen and the table fan blowing over the ice slab had cooled down the air quite a bit. Shyam stood leaning against the cooking platform. He was still in his street clothes; he hadn't even taken off his shoes yet, something that he usually did immediately upon coming home. She rushed to him but he stopped her in her tracks with a gesture of his hand.

"Jaao, pehle dono darwaze bandh kar ke aao."

"First go and close both doors." He commanded, referring to the door between the living room & passage and the door to the kitchen. She was a bit puzzled by this, but nevertheless complied.

"Kyon Kajal, aaj subah tujhe kya ho gaya tha? Kaisi besharmi se bartav kar rahi thi!"

"Kajal, what was the matter with you in the morning? You were behaving so shamelessly!" Shyam scolded her upon her return.

"Kyon Shyam Bhaiya, maine aisa kya kiya aaj subah?"

"Tell me Shyam Bhaiya, what did I do in the morning?" She asked innocently.

"Kya yeh bhi mujhe batana hoga? Ekdum ek bar mein nachnewali sarikha bartav tha tumhara!"

"You mean I've to explain what you did wrong? Why, you behaved like a bar dancer!" Shyam shouted. At first she thought he was just putting on an act, but he looked really so angry that she suddenly became confused and got a sinking feeling in her stomach.

"Bhaiya, main toh aise hi aap se mazak kar rahi thi. Aap sachhi gussa ho gaye?"

"Bhaiya, I was just joking with you. You really got angry?" She asked anxiously, her lips trembling.

"Haan, tumne itni gandi harkat ki hai ki mai sach much bahut naraz hoon. Tumhe iski saza milni chahiye."

"Yes, you've behaved so badly that I'm really angry with you. You deserve to be punished." Shyam replied.

"Bhaiya, aap please mujhe maaf kijiye. Mai aisa phir kabhi nahi karoongi. Aap jo chahen woh saza dijiye, lekin mujhpar naraz na rahiye!"

"Bhaiya, please forgive me. I'll never do it again. Give me whatever punishment you want, but don't be angry with me!" Kajal said, bursting into tears.

"Toh tum kisi bhi saza ke liye taiyar ho?"

"So are you ready for any punishment?" He asked, and she nodded dumbly, still sobbing.

"Thik hai, toh ab apne aap ko saza paane ke liye taiyar karo."

"OK, prepare yourself for the punishment." Shyam said. She again nodded and waited for his instructions.

"Pehle apna blouse utaro."

"Take off your blouse." He instructed.

Ah! So that's the kind of punishment he has in mind; she thought. Well, let's play along and see what it leads to; she said to herself. She took off her pallu and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"Ruko! Kitni besharam ho! Pallu ko apne danton me pakad kar uski aad mein blouse utaro."

"Wait! How can you be so shameless! Hold the pallu between your teeth and take off the blouse behind it." He told her, and she complied quietly, her eyes downcast. She shrugged the unbuttoned blouse off her shoulders and then peeled it down her arms.

"Ab apni bra utaro. Pallu ko waise hi pakad ke rakho."

"Now take your bra off. Keep holding up the pallu." He told her. She unhooked her bra, her breasts thrusting forward as she reached behind her, then shrugged the bra off.

"Ab pallu ko theek se lapeto aur apni panty utaro."

"Wrap your pallu properly and take off your panties." He instructed.

She complied, bending and raising the hem of the sari, then reaching inside to grasp her panties. He enjoyed the sight of Kajal struggling awkwardly to take off her panties while still keeping the pallu on her naked breasts and baring as little of her thighs as possible. She was finally through with the calisthenics and the panties lay near her feet. She waited for further instructions, eyes averted. All this while, Shyam was leaning against the cooking platform. Then he casually sat on a chair and pulled her down across his lap, face down. She didn't know what to expect and put up a bit of a struggle as he raised her sari up. He swatted her across her thighs to restrain her.

"Hilo mat aur chup chap raho!"

"Don't move and be quiet!" He commanded her.

He then moved the sari up until her plump, full buttocks were bared before his eyes. He moved his hands over the silky skin of her round buns. Underneath the smooth skin, they were tight and muscular. He kept caressing and fondling her buttocks, once in a while squeezing them hard and even pinching them.

"Kajal meri jaan, teri chootad kitni chikni hai! Usko dabane mein bahut maza aa raha hai. Jee karta hai ki usse choom loon. Lekin ab tumhe saza dene ka waqt ho gaya hai. Taiyar ho?"

"Kajal my darling, your ass is so smooth! It's a pleasure to fondle it. In fact I feel like kissing it, but it's now time for your punishment. Are you ready?" He asked.

By now Kajal knew what was coming. She braced herself and nodded as he lazily continuing to caress her buttocks. Suddenly, Shyam raised his hand and swatted her ass with his open palm, and a resounding slap echoed through the little kitchen. Kajal was caught off guard and screamed out loud. But she cut it off midway by burying her mouth against Shyam's thigh.

"Bahut laga kya? Aise chillaogi toh poori building ko pata chal jayega. Yeh lo."

"Did it hurt? If you scream like this, the whole building will come to know. Here, take this." He said and offered her the balled up end of her pallu, which she inserted in her mouth to muffle any more screams. He resumed caressing her smooth ass, crooning sweet nothings to her and then suddenly, landed another hard slap on her bottom. He heard her muffled scream and felt a shiver pass through her slender frame.

"Dekho, jyada dard hua toh haath upar kar ke mujhe rok dena. Thik hai?"

"Look, if you find the pain too much, raise your hand and stop me, OK?" Shyam instructed her and again she nodded.

Over the next ten minutes or so, Shyam continued to land open handed slaps on her fleshy rump. Between the slaps, he gently caressed and fondled her ass and her bare back, whispering and crooning to her. Her screams were soon replaced by more or less continuous moans and she started sweating profusely. He ass became hot to the touch, although her dark brown skin didn't show up any reddening or bruises. He also felt her warm pussy juices drip and wet his trousers at his thigh. She was fully aroused and rubbed her pussy against him as she lay across his lap. He was mesmerized by the way her ass bounced and shook in response to his slaps. She sobbed & moaned and her eyes were tearful but she didn't stop him at any time. At last, Shyam stopped. He bent and kissed her bare back, her pallu having shifted to one side.

"Kajal meri jaan, ab kafi sazaa ho gayi. Chal uth aur apne mard ki seva kar."

"My darling Kajal, that's enough punishment. Come, serve your man now." He said, helping her to her feet.

She stood before him as he continued to lounge in the chair. She wrapped her pallu tightly around her shoulders and tucked its end into her waist band. She then bent and unbuttoned his shirt and helped him out of it, running her fingers through his thick, curly chest hair. She noticed that he still had his shoes on. She knelt at his feet, undid the laces and removed his shoes and socks. Then she got up, fetched the pancha, soaked it in ice cold water and lovingly laved his feet with it. She loosened the free end of her pallu from her waistband and dried Shyam's feet with her pallu. In the process, her pallu slid off her shoulders and her beautiful, sexy breasts peeped out from under it. She lovingly kissed the soles of his feet and rubbed them over her face. She then held the soles of his feet tightly against her bare breasts, closing her eyes as she savored their rough, cool touch against her silky skin. Shyam was very pleased with Kajal's actions and his hard cock strained against the tight confines of his shorts.

"Chal, ab mera lund choos."

"Come, suck my cock." He commanded huskily.

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned the waistband of his trousers and unzipped his fly. She then reached inside through the waistband of his shorts and gently eased out his hard, drooling cock. She rubbed its wet head against her face and deeply inhaled the masculine scent of his cock. All this time, Shyam's hips twitched impatiently, waiting for her hot, wet mouth to engulf his cock. At last, he felt her warm breath on the head of his cock as she pulled back his foreskin and hovered over it with her mouth wide open.

"Aahhh… Kajal meri jaan! Khoob chooso aur chato merey lund ko!"

"Aahhh… My darling Kajal! Lick and suck my cock!" Shyam sighed as he closed his eyes and moved his hips to thrust his cock in her mouth.

She applied herself diligently to the task at hand, licking up and down his shaft, not minding the rough edges of his zipper rubbing against her soft cheeks. Her tongue flicked all around his wet cock head, licking up the sticky pre-cum dribbling out of his slit. She engulfed his cock with her mouth, taking it as deep as she could, closing her lips around his shaft and sucking on it as the cock head hit against the back of her throat.

"Haan. Aise hi usko apne gale ke andar le lo. Gala dheela chhod do."

"Yess… That's it. Relax your throat and take it right in!" He encouraged her, stroking her hair and caressing her face. She struggled gamely to swallow his cock, but try as she might, she couldn't make much headway. Shyam then thought up another way. He pulled out of her mouth and stood up, raising her on to her feet. He positioned the small (4' x 2') table so that the short edge rested against a wall.
"Aa Kajal, ispar late ja."

"Come Kajal, lie down here." He said, patting the table top.

He made he lie on her back such that her head overhung the edge of the table, and her long, loosened hair hung straight down. In that position, her throat lined up with her mouth, making it easier for her to swallow his cock. Her legs were raised straight up against the wall. He pulled her pallu aside to reveal her naked breasts. He stood close to her, his hard cock hovering near her mouth.

"Aaj main tujhe mera lund gale ke neeche utarna sikhlaunga. Dar mat aur apna gala bilkul dheela chhod de."

"Today I'll teach you to take my cock down your throat. Don't be scared and relax your throat." Shyam said, gently fondling her bare breasts.

He slipped his cock past her open lips and felt her tongue licking the head. He started to fuck her mouth, pushing in till he felt his cock rest against the back of her throat, then withdrawing and pushing in again a little harder, after giving her a chance to take a breath.

"Chal, ab jaise main lund ko andar ghusedunga tab tu usko nigalneki koshish kar."

"Come, as I push my cock in, try to swallow it." Shyam instructed.

After giving her a moment to catch her breath, he slowly pushed his cock in. Simultaneously, she made swallowing motions with her throat. Lo and behold! He was able to push right in until his pubic bone came to rest against her chin. The swallowing motions overcame her gagging reflex and amazingly, she didn't feel any discomfort at all. After holding his cock inside her throat for a while, he withdrew until the head nestled in her mouth. He fondled and squeezed her breasts as she lovingly licked his lollipop. Then once again, he pushed it into her throat, holding her breasts for purchase, feeling the swallowing motions of her throat muscles against his cock. He continued to fuck her throat in slow motion, giving her plenty of time to adjust her breathing and relax her throat for the next thrust. Intermittently, he shallow fucked her, letting her tongue and lips pleasure his drooling cock head. His eyes savored the bare breasted Kajal lying on her back, her eyes closed as she applied herself to pleasuring his cock buried deep in her throat, while his hands roamed over her soft belly and plump rounded breasts, occasionally stroking her thick, long straight hair hanging loose. He gradually increased the tempo of his thrusts until he felt his approaching orgasm.

"Kajal, main ab jharne wala hoon. Taiyar rahna."

"Kajal, I'm cumming. Be ready!" He warned her.

As soon as he felt the semen rise up his shaft, he pulled out of her throat and ejaculated spurt after spurt of thick semen into her mouth. This time, far from being repelled, Kajal reveled in the sheer volume of semen he kept pumping into her mouth, greedily swallowing and savoring its salty taste and strong, musky male smell. At last, he was done, his legs trembling with exhaustion. He collapsed on the chair and bent forward to kiss her open mouth, tasting his own cum on her lips.

"Kajal meri jaan, aaj toh tu ne kamaal kar diya! Sach much, tu kitni jaldi muh chudane mein mahir ho gayi!"

"My darling Kajal, you were fabulous! How quickly you've learnt fellatio!" Shyam exclaimed appreciatively, stroking and caressing her face and breasts. Kajal's heart was filled with pride and happiness because she had been able to come up to Shyam's expectations and make him happy.

"Maine teri chootad par chaante marne par tujhe bahut dard hua?"

"Was it very painful when I spanked your bottom?" He asked. She shook her head in the negative.

"Lekin tujhe bahut bura laga hoga, iss tarah maar kahne par."

"But you must have felt bad, being slapped around like that!" Shyam persisted.

"Shyam Bhaiya, sach kahun toh shuru mein bahut dar gayi thi. Aur bahut bura bhi laga. Lekin dheere dheere maza aane laga. Aap ke haathon mein sach much kya jadu hai! Aapne mujhko poori tarah apne vash mein kar liya hai!"

"Shyam Bhaiya, to tell the truth, I was very scared in the beginning and I also felt humiliated. But slowly, I started enjoying what you were doing to me. Really, you have magic in your hands! You've cast such a spell on me!" Kajal replied in a low voice. Shyam bent and kissed her lips in response.

"Bhaiya, kya aap sach much mujh pe naraz the?"

"Bhaiya, were you really angry with me?" Kajal asked.

"Kis liye?"

"For what?" Shyam asked

"… Meri savere ki harkaton ki wajah se."

"…Because of my antics in the morning." She replied with some trepidation. He laughed out aloud.

"Ari nahi, pagli. Mujhko bahut maza aaya. Maine socha bhi na tha ki tere jaisi bholi bhali ladki aisa kuchh kar sakti hai. Uss waqt mera lund ekdum kadak ho gaya tha. Agar Savita Bhabi na hoti to pata nahi main tujhko kya kar daalta. Aaj savere tu ne apni gol gol gaand merey samne nangi kar ke mujhe itna hairan kar diya ki mai uski thokai karne par mazboor ho gaya."

"Of course not, silly! In fact I enjoyed it. I'd never imagined that an innocent girl like you could do such things. My cock became so hard, I don't know what I might have done had Savita Bhabi not been there. Today morning you bared your rounded ass before me and made me so desperate that I had no option but to spank your buns." He replied.

He then turned her around on the table so that her thighs were open before him while she lay on her back. He placed a pillow under her head so she could see what he was doing. He placed her legs over his shoulders as he sat on the chair before her, savoring the sight of her wet, open cunt before him. His fingers slowly moved over her pussy lips, feeling her wet heat. The mere touch of his fingers on her overheated pussy was sufficient to trigger a violent orgasm and she again screamed out loud. Shyam continued to lazily finger and lick her cunt lips and clit; her entire body shook and trembled and she continued to moan as she hit another few climaxes. His wet finger then circled her anus and quietly slipped in as her sphincter relaxed in response to his probing. He continued to finger her ass for a while, not seeking to go too deep. After a while, he sensed that she was ready for more.

"Kajal, ek din mai teri gaand marne ki soch raha hoon. Tujhe achha lagega?"

"Kajal, I'm thinking of fucking your ass one day. Would you like that?" He asked. Kajal was still in an orgasmic daze and his words didn't even register for a while.

"Kya bahut dard hoga?",/I>

"Will it be very painful?" She asked in a whisper.

"Haan, shuru mein shayad thoda dard toh hoga, lekin maza bhi bahut aayega. Dard kam karne ke liye makkhan istemal karenge."

"Yes, perhaps it'll be a bit painful in the beginning, but then it will be quite pleasurable. We'll use butter to reduce the pain." He reassured her, all the while continuing to gently stimulate her anus, once in a while wetting his finger with her pussy juices. She nodded silently if a bit apprehensively.

"Chal, aaj hi makkhan lagane ki practice karenge."

"Come, let's practice the use of butter today." He whispered.

He un-wrapped a butter suppository he had kept on ice and rubbed it gently on her anus. Kajal flinched at the ice cold touch of the suppository, and then slowly relaxed as Shyam gentled her and continued to turn and rub it in and out. At the touch of her hot skin, the butter started to soften and melt at the surface, making the entrance of her anus slick and slippery. Shyam pushed in firmly and it slipped past her relaxed sphincter to disappear inside her ass as her sphincter closed up again. Kajal contracted and loosened her anal muscles as she tried to make sense of the strange and unusual sensation of the ice cold butter melting inside her. She slowly relaxed as she realized that she liked the feeling. Shyam felt the oily touch of melting butter on his finger as he continued to push it in and out of her ass. Slowly, he increased the depth of his thrusts and also started rotating his finger to stimulate the sensitive skin of her anus. Amazingly, Kajal started to get aroused again with this anal stimulation; her breath shortened to quick gasps and her eyes filmed over with passion. She jerked her hips up and down, seeking to drive his finger even deeper into her ass, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy. Shyam was amazed at the sheer wantonness of her actions. He rotated his thumb on her clit while continuing to finger fuck her ass, precipitating another series of hard, wrenching orgasms. He knew then that her ass was his for the taking.

But not today, he decided; feeling pleased with himself on having finally mastered her mouth and throat and savoring the thrill of planning an assault on her ass in the near future…

To be continued…
There was a call from Indore. Savita & Kajal's father Popatlal was arriving in a few days in connection with a marriage proposal for Kajal. Since Savita's hubby Kantibhai had been in town for the past few days, afternoon assignations between Shyam and the two sisters had been suspended for a while. The impending arrival of their father precipitated a discussion between the two sisters about the search for a groom for Kajal.

"Didi, mujhe nahi karni shaadi."

"Didi, I don't want to get married." Kajal said.

"Kyon? Kya kunwari baithi rahegi ghar pe?"

"Why? You want to stay a spinster?" Savita asked.

"Didi, aap ko toh pata hai Shyam Bhaiya ke barey mein..."

"Didi, you very well know about Shyam Bhaiya..." Kajal spoke after a long silence. It was a rare reference to her affair with Shyam.

"Haan, Shyam Bhaiya ke barey mein kya? Tujhe pata hai woh shadi shuda hain. Tu kya unki rakhail ban ke rahegi? Kya woh tujhe apnayenge? Mujhe nahi lagta!"

"Yes, what about Shyam Bhaiya? You know very well he's married. You want to live as his mistress? Will he even be prepared to accept you as such? I don't think so!" Savita flared up.

Kajal kept quiet, eyes downcast. Then she rushed to Savita and hugged her, sobbing. Savita gentled her for a while.

"Dekh Kajal, pagalpan mat kar. Mujhe pata hai tujhpe kya guzar rahi hai. Mai bhi shaadi ke pehle ek shaadi shuda aadmi ke pyar mein phans gayi thi. Agar Bapu aur Bua meri turant shaadi na karate toh mai shayad barbaad ho jati. Ab dekh, mera apna ghar hai, ek bachha hai. Issi mein aurat ki khushi hai. Meri baat maan aur Shyam Bhai ko bhula kar apni agli zindagi ki ore dekh."

"Look Kajal, don't act crazy. I know what you're going through. I too had fallen for a married man before my marriage. If it weren't for Dad and Bua's intervention to get me married quickly, I would've been ruined. Look at me now; I've my own home, a family, a child. This is what a woman needs, to be happy. Listen to me. Forget Shyam Bhai and look forward to your future." Savita gently admonished her.

Kajal was a young girl barely in her teens when Savita's affair had come to light, followed by her quick marriage to Kantibhai. No one had ever told Kajal anything about the whole matter; nobody had in fact even obliquely referred to the incident in Kajal's presence. Nevertheless, Kajal had always known that something extraordinary had happened. This was however the first time Savita had personally admitted that she had had a pre-marital affair with a married man. Kajal felt closer to Savita than ever before.

It never occurred to Kajal to question Savita Didi's entanglement with their sexy neighbor Shyam, if she was as happy with her marriage as she professed. Kajal continued to believe that Savita Didi had made a sacrifice of her body at the altar of Shyam Bhaiya's lust to save her own virginity, even after having repeatedly witnessed how much Savita seemed to enjoy the carnal pleasures so generously offered by Shyam ... Although Shyam Bhaiya's memory loomed at the back of her mind all the time, she finally reconciled herself to an arranged marriage with a groom chosen by her family.

***

[Darksam]

Suresh


Suresh, the proposed groom was an engineer by profession. He was of medium height, slim, fair and bespectacled. At twenty seven, he was seven years older than Kajal, although his boyish, nerdy good looks made him appear much younger. His family lived in Rajkot, the same place to which Kantibhai's family belonged. Suresh was the youngest son in a large family of middle class Gujarati Baniya traders. The family was comfortably off but not as wealthy as Kajal's. Suresh's elder brothers had all started working in the family's trading business after graduating from high school, gotten married early and lived together as a large joint family in their ancestral home in Rajkot.

Suresh was bright and academically inclined, even as a young child. His mother doted on him. At her insistence, his father had allowed him to pursue a university education, much against his own better judgment. He believed that Suresh would do much better as a partner in the family business rather than working as a salary man after obtaining a university degree. Scholastically, Suresh had done very well and had eventually obtained a post-graduate degree from a prestigious engineering school in Mumbai. Although Suresh had no interest in joining the family business, he too had inherited the strong entrepreneurial talents his community is so well known for. He wanted to eventually start his own business. He knew very well that his family would not be able to give him the kind of money he would need as seed capital, so he had no choice but to take up a job in order to accumulate the necessary funds. Since well paid jobs were hard to come by in India those days, he had jumped at an opportunity to work for a company in Saudi Arabia.

Suresh had been working in the small town of Al Jubail in Saudi Arabia for the past three years or so. Suresh had spent many years living in hostels away from his family while he was a student. So he was not too perturbed about living on his own for long periods in Saudi Arabia. The working hours were long and living conditions Spartan but reasonably comfortable. His boss was happy with his work. Suresh was frugal in his habits and in any case there were few opportunities to spend money in Saudi Arabia. His savings when converted into Indian Rupees looked pretty impressive. However, he still had a way to go before he had saved enough to start his business. Another couple of years perhaps; he thought...

As the years had passed while Suresh first studied engineering and then took up a job in Saudi Arabia, the family and particularly his mother had become increasingly concerned at the delay in getting him married off. All his brothers had been married before they had turned twenty or twenty two, while Suresh was already twenty seven. Finally, Suresh had succumbed to an ultimatum given by his mother: get married on your next vacation or else you wouldn't be allowed to return to Saudi Arabia. He had talked the matter over with his boss. He had been sympathetic and had agreed to consider giving him "Family Status" (i.e. obtain permission from the authorities for bringing Suresh's wife with him to Saudi Arabia) and also perhaps a give him raise. Armed with his boss's assurance, Suresh had given a carte blanche to his family to not only look for suitable brides but also to finalize a match. Like many Indian men, he had full confidence in his family's judgment in the matter of selecting his life partner.

***

Kajal's father Popatlal had made discreet inquiries about Suresh and his family and had liked what he had learned. He was particularly impressed with Suresh's academic qualifications and his ambition to start his own business. The family astrologer had also opined that the horoscopes of Suresh and Kajal matched well and the stars portended a long, happy and fruitful marriage. Suresh was soon expected to be in India on a short vacation and Popatlal was keen not only to finalize the match but if possible get her married as well.

Although it was a matter of the greatest importance in her life, Kajal's attitude to the whole groom hunting business was curiously remote and disinterested. She did make efforts to hide her indifference, though. It was almost as if she was a bystander looking on with mild amusement at the excitement and enthusiasm of her father and sister. On a conscious, rational plane she knew and understood that she had to get married; since all girls were supposed to get married. She also had full confidence in her father and knew that he would pick a good husband for her. She had even liked Suresh's photograph. He seemed to be a cheerful and nice looking guy. And yet, deep down in her heart, she had a funny, empty, disconnected feeling, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Even so, she decided to play along and visit Suresh's family in Rajkot along with her father.

Popatlal and Kajal returned to Mumbai after a short visit to Rajkot. The visit had been successful. Suresh's parents had liked Kajal and approved her as Suresh's bride and their future daughter-in-law, although there had been some apprehensions on account of her somewhat dark complexion. Indians are very color conscious and a preference for fair skin is deeply ingrained in their culture, cutting across all boundaries of caste, creed, religion, region and language. However, Kajal's beauty, grace, liveliness and sociable nature coupled with the affluence of her family were sufficient to overcome the handicap of her dark complexion. Suresh's parents were keen to finalize the match there and then, but Popatlal felt it would be proper to first let Kajal and Suresh meet face to face and give their approval before proceeding further. Since Suresh was expected to arrive in Mumbai from Saudi Arabia in a few days, it was decided to arrange a meeting with him in Mumbai.

Accordingly, Suresh arrived at Savita's residence one evening. After a rather awkward, formal meeting with all family members present, Savita suggested that in case Suresh and Kajal wanted to talk in private, they might do so in the balcony adjoining the living room. A couple of chairs were arranged in the balcony and the door was discreetly shut behind Kajal and Suresh as they repaired to the balcony. Popatlal and Kantibhai decided to take a walk downstairs while Savita busied herself with her household chores. Old Ba was lost in her own thoughts and the little baby was fast asleep, as usual.

Suresh had liked and approved Kajal at first sight. He hadn't actually felt a need to talk to her in private but had agreed since he didn't want to offend Savita by declining her suggestion. As for Kajal, her initial positive impression about Suresh had been confirmed when they had met face to face. Seems like a sweet fellow; she thought just as she would have thought of a puppy being sweet. They made some inane, forced conversation. Suresh asked Kajal whether she was ready to live in Saudi Arabia. Kajal of course had no clue what living in Saudi Arabia was like but nevertheless nodded her assent, as a dutiful bride-to-be was expected to do. Detecting a faint hesitation in Kajal's response, Suresh hastened to add that he planned to spend just another couple of years there and then return to Mumbai to start his own business.

This perked Kajal up. She too confided her interest in starting a business, perhaps something in the field of dress designing or garment export; of course subject to his approval, she added quickly. Having thus established a rapport, they both felt there was nothing more to be discussed in private and returned to the living room. Savita took Kajal aside and she whispered her approval in Savita's ear. Savita then asked Suresh what he thought of Kajal. Suresh rather coyly replied that he would abide by his parents' wishes, knowing fully well that they had already approved the match. There were smiles all round as Suresh took leave of Kajal and her family and it was agreed that Popatlal would soon contact his parents for further discussions on finalizing arrangements for the marriage.

Popatlal was a go-getting, action oriented businessman. He lost no time in meeting Suresh's parents (without Kajal this time) and soon everything was finalized. The marriage would take place in Indore in a fortnight, ten days before Suresh's vacation ended. Apart from putting his family, friends and employees to work on organizing the thousands of big and small things that needed to be done before the marriage, Popatlal also found time to locate and purchase a small apartment for Kajal in the suburb of Mulund in Mumbai. It was not too far from Savita's place and could be reached with relative ease, traveling by local train on the Central Railway. Being a farsighted, prudent man, he purchased the apartment in the name of a beneficiary trust he had set up long ago for just this purpose. This way the apartment would be available for use by Kajal and her family but at the same time, in case her hubby or in-laws turned nasty, they wouldn't be able to force her out or compel her to sell it. (Unfortunately, such things sometimes do happen in India.)

***

One day, as she met him on the staircase of their building, Savita told Shyam about Kajal's impending wedding. He took the news rather philosophically. He had once told Savita that he'd feel a bit jealous of Kajal's prospective husband, which was not really true. Although he mightily lusted after her, he did not feel possessive towards Kajal. He did feel a tinge of regret, though. After all he had spent some memorable times with her, pleasuring her while getting pleasured in return. He had been flattered by Kajal's infatuation for him and strongly aroused by the submissive streak in her character, which made her do his bidding without complaint or hesitation. Oh well, all good things have to eventually come to an end; he thought. While he sincerely wished her well, he couldn't help having a sneaky thought that maybe, just like her sister, after marriage Kajal too would come back to him for some more doses of illicit sex that she so obviously enjoyed. He'd then be able to fuck her without worrying about ripping her hymen; he thought, his cock stirring to life...

***

Soon, Kantibhai, Savita and Kajal along with the baby traveled to Indore for Kajal's wedding. Old Ba had been packed off for a month to her cousin's place near Prarthana Samaj in south Mumbai. Ba's cousin was a wealthy old widow who lived by herself in a huge, beautifully furnished apartment, looked after by a posse of servants. She was sprightly and sharp, in full possession of all her senses, including a very sound money sense.

In spite of the short notice at which it was arranged, Kajal's wedding in Indore was a grand affair. Popatlal had spared no effort or expense. After all, she was his youngest and favorite child. It was a typical traditional Gujarati wedding with some influences from Hindi speaking north India. The celebrations were spread over three days. At the end of it all, the baraat (Groom's wedding party) along with the newly married bride departed from Indore by air-conditioned coaches for faraway Rajkot. The bride was welcomed into her new home in a ceremony called "Gruhapravesh". Suresh and Kajal were both so tired and dazed by the hectic wedding ceremonies and the long bus journey, that on their first night together as husband and wife, they could do no more than just fall into an exhausted sleep.

The next day they departed for Mumbai, en-route to Dubai where Suresh had planned to spend their short honeymoon. Suresh's close friend lived in Dubai with his family. Since he too was currently on vacation in India, he had graciously allowed Suresh and Kajal to use his apartment in Dubai for a few days. So, finally Suresh & Kajal found themselves alone in his friend's nicely furnished apartment. Suresh was a jolly, friendly person with an amiable disposition. As two individuals, they hit it off quite well together, establishing an easy rapport. Kajal was thrilled at the novel experience of traveling abroad for the first time in her life. She took in the sights & sounds of glittering Dubai with wide eyed wonder. On a visit to the Gold Souk, she gaped in astonishment at the sheer quantity of gold ornaments of every imaginable type so lavishly displayed in showcases without any apparent security. Suresh bought her a heavy gold bracelet. She also bought some expensive and rather strong perfumes that are favored by Arabs.

Although Suresh was over the moon, Kajal was less than enthused over his performance in bed. She however knew it would be prudent to pretend that she too enjoyed his love play as ecstatically as he did. Try as she might to shake it off, Shyam's shadow loomed large in her mind. The only times she actually became sexually aroused were when she imagined it was Shyam making love to her. Suresh's love making could best be described as enthusiastic and impatient. Suresh's skill and technique was no match for what Kajal had already experienced with Shyam. He was unable to bring her to orgasm even once. Kajal however took care to ensure that Suresh didn't notice that. Funnily enough, Kajal didn't feel cheated or let down; she never expected it to be otherwise. She was now clearer than ever where she was going to get her satisfaction from...

Their honeymoon lasted barely for four days. On a Friday morning, Suresh saw Kajal off at Dubai airport on an early morning flight to Mumbai and then himself took a flight to Dammam en route to Al Jubail in Saudi Arabia. He had to report for duty on Saturday, at the beginning of a new week. Suresh and Kajal had decided that she would stay in Mumbai for a few days to get some paperwork organized for her application for a Saudi visa. She would then go to Rajkot and live with Suresh's family for perhaps a couple of months, until her Saudi visa came through. Thus, Kajal landed up at Savita's place in the noon on a Friday.

****

Kantibhai, Savita and the baby returned to Mumbai soon after Kajal's wedding. Kantibhai immediately left on a longish business tour. He had to make up for the days he had lost on account of the wedding; he said. Old Ba was still at her cousin's place in south Mumbai. Savita rather enjoyed the few days she had to herself with the baby.

****

"Didi! Mai wapis aa gayi!"

"Didi! I'm back!" Kajal greeted Savita as she hugged her.

Savita of course generally knew about Kajal's plans but didn't have the exact date of her arrival. After Kajal had changed and freshened up, the sisters chatted over cups of tea.

"Kajal, kaise raha?"

"Kajal, how was it?" Savita asked, referring rather obliquely to her honeymoon.

"Ji Didi. Sub kuchh thik tha."

"Didi everything was fine." Kajal replied without elaborating.

"Suresh aur tere beech sab theek hua na?"

"Was everything OK between you and Suresh?" Savita persisted, probing a bit deeper.

"Ji Didi. Woh ek achha aadmi hai."

"Yes Didi. He is a nice fellow." Kajal replied diplomatically.

"Tu khush toh hai na?"

"Are you happy?" Savita asked. She sensed that something was the matter. She had noticed Kajal's use of the familiar "achha aadmi hai" rather than the respectful "achhe aadmi hain" while referring to Suresh. That's not the way an Indian wife would normally refer to her husband. As against this, Kajal always used respectful terms while referring to or addressing Shyam. Savita felt a slight unease but decided to hold her tongue.

(Author's Note: In Hindi as in many Asian languages, different terms are used for addressing or referring to persons of higher or lower social status or degree of familiarity with the speaker. Thus, in place of the universal "you" in English, one would use "aap" to address a stranger or person of higher status, "tum" for a friend or person of equal status and "tu" only to address persons of much lower status or for someone very close or intimate.)

Kajal paced the living room restlessly for a while. She went out and noticed that Shyam's door was locked. She wondered whether he had just stepped out for lunch. She kept furtively checking his door for the next hour. Finally, she lost her patience.

"Didi, Shyam Bhaiya ghar par nahi hain kya? Kahan gaye?"
"Didi, isn't Shyam Bhaiya at home? Where is he?" Kajal asked.

"Haan, woh aaj kal din bhar bahar rahte hain aur shaam ko  wapis aate hain. Shayad koi course kar rahe hain. Kyon?"

"Yes, nowadays he's out the whole day and returns in the evening. I believe he's doing some course. Why do you ask?" Savita replied, fixing an inquiring eye on Kajal.

"Mujhe unse milna hai."

"I've got to meet him." Kajal replied after only the slightest hesitation.

Savita was left momentarily speechless at Kajal's brazenness and audacity.

"Kajal, tujhe pata bhi hai tu yeh kya keh rahi hai?"

"Kajal, do you understand even the meaning of what you're saying?" Savita sputtered after recovering her wits. She was breathless with emotion. But Kajal knew her mind and she had lost whatever inhibitions she had labored under till then.

"Savita Didi, bas! Aap aage kuchh mat kahiye. Mujhe pata hai maine kya karna hai. Ek baar Mumbai se chale jaane par main shayad hi kabhi unse mil sakoongi. Aap ki baat alag hai, aap unke paas pados mein rehti hain. Aapki baat maan kar maine shaadi kar li. Ab aap mujhse mera yeh sukh mat chhiniye."

"Savita Didi, say no more please! I know what I've got to do. Once I leave Mumbai I'll perhaps never be able to meet him. It's different for you; you live close to him. I listened to you and agreed to get married. Now, please don't snatch this pleasure from me." Kajal replied, making her intentions absolutely clear.

This was a completely new and unexpected facet of Kajal's personality revealing itself to Savita and she found herself unable to deal with it. Besides, she was forced on the defensive by Kajal's indirect reference to her own extramarital liaison with Shyam. She really had nothing to say to Kajal.

"Agar aap maney toh main unse yahin aapke ghar mein milna chahoongi."

"If it's OK with you, I'd rather meet him here in your apartment." Kajal said.  She knew she wouldn't be welcome in Shyam's bedroom and she didn't think his kitchen was the right place for what she wanted. Kajal had correctly concluded that Savita's silence indicated her acquiescence. Savita sighed and accepted the inevitable...

****

Although Shyam had been invited for Kajal's wedding, there was no possibility of his actually making it since he was busy with his job. He wondered whether it would be a good idea to personally give his best wishes to Kajal before her departure for Indore, but then decided against it.

Shyam had been selected by his company to attend a five day management development program, running from Monday through Friday at a large convention center in south Mumbai. Shyam had been very happy since apart from giving him a much needed break from his nocturnal routine, it also signified the management's recognition of his good work. It boded well for his future in the company. His boss had also generously allowed him to take a break from work on Saturday, so that he would have a long weekend from Friday evening to Monday night, when he would have to report for duty again.

The course had ended early on Friday evening. Shyam had briefly toyed with the idea of catching an overnight bus to Satara and giving a surprise to Renu. However, his colleagues persuaded him to join them for an evening out to celebrate the end of the course. Perhaps I'll catch the early morning bus tomorrow; he thought. He returned home at around 10:30 PM, pleasantly tired and happy, savoring the thought of enjoying a long weekend that stretched out before him. He had just entered his apartment when unexpectedly there was a knock on the door. He found Savita at the door.

"Kajal aap ki raah dekh rahi hai."

"Kajal is waiting for you." Savita said succinctly, a strange gleam in her eyes.

"Ji?"

"What?" Shyam exclaimed. His heart did a quick somersault.

"Jaldi aaiye."

"Come quickly." Savita urged and turned back before Shyam could respond.

Shyam was stunned by this development. While he knew vaguely that Kajal would be in Mumbai for a while before going to her in-laws in Rajkot, he never expected that she would actually want to meet him, that too so late in the evening. This could only mean one thing, he knew. Arousal coursed through his loins at the thought. He hurriedly showered and changed into a freshly laundered and ironed white kurta-pajama outfit. Savita's door was ajar and he shut it behind him as he entered her apartment. Only one dim light was on in the living room. Savita was sitting on the divan in the living room and the little baby was asleep beside her. Savita's eyes met Shyam's and then she glanced wordlessly at the bedroom door. Shyam quickly walked into the bedroom and closed the door shut behind him.

***

[Darksam]

Savita remained awake for a long time that night. Although it was not her intention to keep tabs on Shyam and Kajal's activities, she found herself unable to fall asleep. Her sensitive ears picked up occasional sounds emanating from the bedroom. She thought she heard moans, an occasional muffled scream, some scuffling, tinkling of anklets and once, some laughter. Her imagination ran riot as she tried to picture what might be happening inside. She found herself getting aroused as she conjured up visions of Shyam's thick, hard cock belaboring Kajal's tight young cunt. She hugged a pillow tightly against her aching breasts and tried to go to sleep...


***

Savita was up early next morning, as usual. As she busily went about her morning chores, she heard Kajal go into the bathroom. It was unusually early for her; Kajal normally never woke up before 8:30 or even 9 AM. In a short while, Kajal sprang into the kitchen. While Kajal was by nature a happy, good natured person, that day she was in an exceptionally cheerful and energetic mood. She felt as if the world lay at her feet. Her heart sang and the song found an echo in the tune she hummed under her breath.

"Didi, mai taiyar hoon. Aapki kya madad karoon?"

"Didi, I am ready! What help can I give you?" Kajal asked.

Well! That's a change; thought Savita. Kajal wasn't one to wake up so early and on top of that offer to help her in her chores. She held Kajal at arms length and took a long look at her. Kajal wore a loose, thin cotton caftan gathered at the waist by a thick cotton cord. Her long, damp, freshly washed hair hung loose, held together at the nape of her neck by a clip. She wore a gold-and-black mangalsutra around her neck, a few green glass bangles on her wrists and vermilion colored sindoor in the parting of her hair, all indicative of her married status. Other than that, she didn't wear any ornaments or makeup. Her complexion was glowing, smooth, satiny and flawless. A slight inflammation of her eyelids and faint dark circles under the eyes testified to the fact that she hadn't slept much the previous night. Although Kajal's dark brown complexion didn't bruise easily, Savita's observant eye picked up a swelling on her upper lip and a bite mark on her dainty chin. In spite of this, Kajal looked wonderfully fresh, lively and cheerful.

However, the most striking thing about Kajal that morning was the expression on her face: relaxed, happy, fully satiated and almost complacent, like a cat that's swallowed a canary. A naughty, knowing smile playing on her lips, Savita wordlessly cocked an enquiring eyebrow at Kajal. Kajal blushed and rushed to Savita, hugging her tight. Suddenly, a dam seemed to have burst and Kajal started to talk. With hardly any prompting from Savita, Kajal began narrating her intimate experiences and innermost feelings, interspersed with periods of silence when her mind went back to re-live some of the secret moments that she had spent with Shyam...

"Didi, aaj mai bahut khush hoon! Itna sukh ab tak meri zindagi mein mujhe kabhi nahi mila tha."

"Didi, I'm so happy today! I've never before experienced such bliss in my life." Kajal said. Her still sore pussy spasmed and moistened her fresh panties as she remembered the time she'd seen Shyam standing at the bedroom door last night...

****

The bedroom had been lit by a dim night lamp. It was a small room, having just enough space for a double bed, a compact wardrobe and a dresser. A window mounted air-conditioner hummed in the background, cooling the room down to a pleasant temperature. Kajal had been sitting on the neatly made bed, eyes downcast; her back to the bedroom door. She had been decked out like a bride, dressed in a beautiful, intricately embroidered red on white ghagra-choli outfit with a translucent odhni covering her head and upper body. Shyam had noticed that the choli was completely backless, with just two thin spaghetti strings running across at the top and bottom, tying it in place. She'd worn a full set of gold ornaments. Her long, thick tresses had been piled high on her head, held in place by pins. She'd worn white mogra flowers in her hair. The smell of a heavy Arabic perfume had greeted Shyam. Although Shyam much preferred her natural scent to any perfume, he appreciated her effort to make herself desirable to him. Kajal seemed lost in her thoughts and hadn't reacted to Shyam's entry into the bedroom.

"Aao."

"Come." Shyam had said, clearing his throat and stretching out his arms.

Kajal had spun around and looked at him, her pussy liquefying at the sound of his voice and her heart hammering against her ribcage.

"Uhh..." She'd let out an involuntary low whimper. Shyam had stood still at the door. Almost in a trance, Kajal had got up and advanced towards him, her legs shaking and her palms sweating in excitement. She couldn't bear to look at him as she'd stopped a couple of feet away, her eyes fixed on the floor.

Shyam had switched on an overhead light to bathe the room in diffuse light. He'd put a finger under her chin and gently raised her face. Her large, liquid eyes had met his and again she'd looked down, her lips trembling. He had never before seen her so nervous and excited. He had been rather surprised. After all, this was hardly their first time together. Some of her excitement had rubbed off on him and he too had started getting breathless and felt his cock harden and swell. He'd gently caressed her face with his fingertips, allowing them to drag across her smooth forehead, soft cheeks, and moist, half open lips. She'd gently held his finger between her teeth as it slipped inside her lips. His fingers had continued their lazy journey over her ears and then down the side of her neck...

"Unhh... unhh..." Kajal had started moaning under her breath, almost inaudibly.

Shyam had then gently removed the pins holding her odhni in place on her head and the smooth translucent silk odhni had slid off. She'd stood in front of him clad only in her brief backless choli and silk ghagra (ankle length skirt) tied low on her waist. She'd looked ravishingly sexy and beautiful, her bosom rising and falling in time with her short, gasping breaths and her navel winking out above her waistband. She'd worn a full ensemble of ornaments: heavy jhumkas in her ears, a diamond stud in her nose, a couple of necklaces, an arm band around her right arm, an assortment of gold and glass bangles on her wrists, anklets with tiny bells on her ankles... Shyam had thought that that was too much of a burden on her.

"Utaro."

"Take them off." He'd whispered a command, pointing to her jhumkas.

She'd complied. He'd then pointed wordlessly to a necklace and soon it had come off too. One by one, she'd taken off her ornaments and placed them on the dresser, except for the diamond stud in her nose and the anklets on her feet. His fingers had caressed and gently pinched her bare earlobes. Goose pimples had risen on her flesh and a shudder had passed through her slender frame. Without his prompting, she'd turned around and offered her almost bare back to him. He'd gently untied the knots on the upper and lower spaghetti strings holding her choli in place. He'd made her face the mirror on the dresser while standing behind her. A gentle nudge and the loosened choli had slid off her breasts, although the tight sleeves had remained in place on her arms. She'd not been wearing a bra under the choli. His fingers and palms had roamed all over her bare back and shoulders as he'd looked into her half closed eyes through the mirror. With a low moan, she'd leaned back and rested her back against his chest. She'd felt his hard cock against her buns and rubbed herself against his erection.

Shyam's cock had grown fully hard and he'd felt precum oozing out. He'd put his arms around her and started fondling her high, round, plump breasts. They were big enough to make nice handfuls. Soon Kajal's eyes had closed completely and her nipples had become stiff and sticky to touch as she'd lost herself in the indescribably pleasurable sensations emanating from them. Shyam had licked her earlobe and then planted a kiss on her open mouth as she'd turned her head sideways, seeking his lips. After enjoying the pleasure of playing with her breasts and nipples for a long while, Shyam had stopped. Kajal was fully aroused and he'd wanted to get her talking in that state.

"Meri jaan, tu aaj mujhse kya chahti hai?"

"My darling, what do you want from me today?" He'd asked.

"Bhaiya, mujhse pyaar kijiye."

"Bhaiya, please make love to me." She'd whispered shyly, eyes closed.

"Wohi toh kar raha hoon!"

"That's what I'm doing!" He'd replied naughtily.

"Waise nahi!"

"Not like that!" She'd exclaimed.

"Meri nazar mein nazar mila kar thik thik bataa tujhe kya chahiye."

"Look into my eyes and tell me what you want." He'd commanded.

She'd finally opened her eyes and looked into his through the mirror. Then wordlessly she'd taken his hand and placed it on her crotch, thrusting her hips out against it.

"Lekin tu ne to ghagra pehen rakha hai. Mai kya kar sakta hoon?"

"What can I do, your ghagra is in the way!" He'd teased.

She'd taken the hint and undone the knot of the drawstring of her ghagra. Soon, it had fallen off and pooled around her feet and she'd stood completely naked before him; there were no panties under the ghagra. She'd then turned around to face him. She'd undone the buttons of his kurta and helped him take it off. He'd worked the tight sleeves of her choli off her arms and it had fallen to the floor. Her hands had brushed his hard cock as she loosened the drawstring of his pajamas and pushed it down his legs. She'd run her fingers through his chest hair, and then slowly knelt down, her face level with his hard throbbing cock. She'd taken a deep breath, savoring the masculine smell of his crotch and then exhaled slowly, her hot breath playing on his sensitive cock head. She'd then opened her mouth and taken the head of his cock in, lapping her tongue around and sucking on it.

"Aahh... Kajal meri jaan, tu kitna mazaa de rahi hai mujhe! Lekin aaj tujhe mera lund hi choosna hai ya aur kuchh bhi karna hai?"

"Kajal my love, how wonderful! But are you just going to suck my cock or do you want something more today?" He'd teased after allowing her to suck his cock for a while.

"Shyam Bhaiya, aaj aap mujhe poori tarah apna bana lijiye."

"Shyam Bhaiya, make me wholly yours today." Kajal had begged.

Shyam had laughed and raised her to her feet. He'd then easily picked her up and set her down on the bed, gently making her lie down on her back. He'd lain on his side beside her, his head supported on one hand. His other hand had roamed lazily over the expanse of her naked upper body, playing with her plump, round breasts, hard, shiny nipples; then moving down to her navel, caressing her soft rounded belly until his fingers had eventually combed through her luxuriant pubic thatch. Kajal had kept up a continuous litany of low, throaty moans, wriggling her body and thrashing her head from side to side as she'd surrendered herself to the exquisite pleasure she was receiving at his hands. As soon as she'd felt his fingers on her pubic thatch, she'd opened her thighs wide and started jerking her hips up and down, wordlessly imploring him to touch her pussy.

"Meri jaan, ab tujhe kya chahiye?"

"My love, what do you want now?" He'd asked, fingers caressing her pubic hair.

"Unhh... Ji, mera bojh halka kijiye."

"Unhh... please lighten my burden." She'd responded.

"Meri kuchh samajh nahi aa raha hai. Kya tu mujhse chudwana chahti hai?"

"I don't understand. Do you want me to fuck you?" He'd asked.

"Ji!"

"Yes!" She whispered.

"Aise nahi, saaf saaf bolo."

"Not like this. Please tell me clearly." He'd commanded, his finger slipping into her waiting, wet slit.

"Aahh... Bhaiya, aap please mujhe... chodiye na!"

"Aahh...!" She'd moaned with a sharp intake of breath, "Bhaiya, please... fuck me!"

There! At last she had screwed up her courage and uttered the F word. More blood had rushed into Shyam's cock and it had become even harder, throbbing with his heartbeat. Now Shyam too had become as impatient as Kajal. He'd knelt between her outspread thighs, quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it under her ass. As he'd raised her knees up and pushed them outwards, her outer lips had opened up to reveal the glistening pink petals of her inner lips. His sensitive nose had caught the feminine scent emanating from her open cunt and his cock had oozed more precum.

"Kaisa lag raha hai meri rani?"

"How does it feel, my queen?" He'd asked huskily, pulling back his foreskin and rubbing his cock up and down her slit, making the head completely slick and wet with their combined juices.

"Mmmhh... bahut sukh mil raha hai!"

"Mmmhh... it feels wonderful!" She'd responded, eyes closed, concentrating all her attention on the sensations his cock was producing as it rubbed along her slit.

"Tu ab mera lund andar legi?"

"Will you take my cock now?" He'd asked.

"Ji... jaldi kijiye, ab raha nahi jata!"

"Yes... be quick, I can't wait!" She'd urged.

"Meri jaan, le ab mein teri pyas bujha deta hoon. Meri aankhon mein dekh!"

"My darling, I'm going to slake your thirst now. Look into my eyes!" He'd commanded.

Locking his eyes onto hers, he'd positioned his cock head so it nestled between her inner lips. As he'd held her thighs and slowly pushed in, his bulbous head had spread her labia apart and gone in until it was fully buried. She'd felt his hot cock stretching her pussy open. It had been a strange but wonderful sensation; never before had she been stretched out like this.

"Aaa... aah! Unhh...!" She'd responded with her eyes half closed but still locked into Shyam's, her face a lust filled mask. With one mighty shove of his hips, Shyam had rammed his thick, hard cock home, his pubic bone mashing into hers and his cock head knocking against her cervix.

"Aieeeeee...!" Kajal had screamed out loud.

Kajal had been fully aroused and close to climaxing from the time Shyam had laid her down on the bed. She'd felt a needle sharp stab of pain combined with intense pleasure shoot through her stretched pussy at the moment of full penetration: she had hit her first climax! The sharp pain had by no means reduced her enjoyment of the intense pleasure; indeed it had accentuated it. Upon hearing her scream, Shyam had immediately frozen; his cock still buried deep, his concern showing in his eyes. Gradually, Kajal's pain had ebbed, leaving behind only a delicious, throbbing heat in her pussy. She'd jerked her hips, silently entreating Shyam to continue. He'd pulled out with a sucking sound until only the head remained buried. Once again, with a strong, slow, deliberate movement he'd shoved his cock in up to its hilt.

"Aaahhh...!" Kajal had responded as waves of indescribable pleasure emanated from her pussy.

"Kajal, tujhe mazaa aa raha hai na?"

"Kajal, are you enjoying it?" He'd asked.

"Aahh... Haan...Bhaiya, bas ab khoob kas kar chodiye mujhe!"

"Aahh... Yesss... Bhaiya, just fuck me hard now!" She'd begged, jerking her hips impatiently, all pain washed away as the floodgates of her lust had opened.

Shyam had needed no further encouragement. He had been holding back his lust, playing with Kajal, teasing her to make her beg shamelessly for him to fuck her. He had now become intent on taking his own pleasure and had proceeded to fuck vigorously. He had soon started sweating profusely in spite of the air conditioner as his cock rammed in and out of Kajal's hot, wet pussy. Squelching sounds from her pussy, Shyam's grunts, Kajal's moans and the rhythmic tinkling of the tiny bells in her anklets had combined to produce a symphony of lust that had served only to further inflame their passion. Kajal had kept hitting one climax after another as Shyam's hard, thick cock had relentlessly pummeled her pussy; the rim of his cock head had rubbed against her G spot while his pubic bone stimulated her clit.

When he had been about to ejaculate, Shyam'd suddenly stopped, his cock deep inside her. After regaining his breath after a while, he'd carefully pulled out, holding his cock tightly at the base. When he had become sure that he had drawn well back from the brink of ejaculation, he'd positioned himself again between Kajal's thighs and placed her legs over his shoulders. He had leaned forward, almost doubling Kajal over, her open cunt rising up. Placing his cock against her opening, he'd again rammed home in one hard thrust.

"Uuuhhh..." Kajal had grunted as her breath was driven out. He'd supported himself on his elbows placed on either side of her chest and lowered his body so that it made full contact with her upper torso. Kajal's face had frozen in a rictus of lust as she'd gazed at his eyes a few inches from hers. Shyam had proceeded to take his pleasure, ploughing hard into her hot, tight, wet cunt, licking and sucking her open lips, kneading and squeezing her breasts at will, lording over her until at last he too had climaxed and ejaculated spurt after spurt of his thick, stringy semen into her cunt. He'd collapsed on top of her, sweating profusely and panting hard, completely out of breath.

As Kajal had slowly descended from heaven to earth, her heart had been filled with an indescribably tender love for Shyam. She'd held his head against her soft bosom, gently stroked his back and run her fingers through his hair, crooning softly to him as if he were a little baby. She'd not minded the full weight of his body resting on her. Suddenly, she'd coughed a little and they'd both felt her cunt tightening around his still half hard cock buried inside her. After a long while, Shyam had disengaged, pulling out his now soft cock. Kajal had started to get up but he'd pulled her back to him. They'd lain on their side, spoon fashion; Shyam's arm thrown protectively over her, occasionally caressing her breasts. She'd shivered as a cold gust of air from the air conditioner had suddenly blown over her. Shyam had drawn a sheet over their bodies; they'd snuggled close, drifting off to sleep. He hadn't allowed her to sleep too long, though...

****

"Unki bahon mein maine swarg ka sukh anbhav kiya. Maine kabhi socha bhi na tha ke itna maza iss zindagi mein milega. Unhon ne bhi mere saath bahut sukh bhoga"

"I experienced heavenly pleasure in his arms. I'd never imagined I'd have such a delightful experience in life. He too took his pleasure with me." Kajal said, feeling happy and proud...

"Didi, mujhe aapko kuchh dikhana hai!"

"Didi, I want to show you something!" Said Kajal after a contemplative pause.

She then fetched a pillow cover that she had buried deep in the laundry bag early in the morning. Among the half dried stains of body fluids, there was a red splotch about three quarters of an inch across.

"Hey Bhagwan! Kajal, teri mahwari itni jaldi kaise shuru ho gayi?"

"Good Lord! Kajal, how did you period start so early?" Savita exclaimed.

She had a good idea when Kajal's period was expected to start. Kajal shook her head, a strange half smile on her lips.

"Nahi Didi. Meri mahwari shuru nahi hui. Yeh toh meri poori aurat banneki nishani hai!"
"No Didi. My period hasn't started yet. This is a sign of my having become a complete woman!" Kajal said.

"Toh yeh kaise hua...! Kya Suresh ne tumhare saath woh kaam nahi kiya?"

"Then how did this happen...! Didn't Suresh do it with you?" Savita whispered, a look of consternation on her face.

"Kiya Didi, kiya. Kai baar kiya. Ek baar toh khoon ke kuchh chheente bhi girey they. Lekin woh hamesha bahut jaldi mein rehta hai aur thik se nahi kar paata. Haan lekin usse yeh pata hi nahi ke woh kaam thik se nahi kar paya hai. Woh toh bahut khush hua apne aap par."

"Of course he did it, Didi. Many times... Once there were a few droplets of blood too! But he's always in a hurry and can't seem to do it properly. He doesn't even realize he hasn't done it properly. In fact, he is very proud of himself!" Kajal said dryly.

"Sach kahun Didi, aakhir Shyam Bhaiya hi merey asli swami hain. Jab pehli baar unse nazar mili tabhi mai yeh jaan gayi thi. Aur aaj yeh baat sabit ho gayi hai. Wey merey badan ke malik hain. Unhon ne hi kal mujhe ek aurat bana diya!"

"To tell you the truth Didi, Shyam Bhaiya is my real master. I knew it the very first time I gazed into his eyes. And here is the evidence. He's the one who owns my body. He's the one who made me a complete woman yesterday!" Kajal said with quiet conviction, pointing to the blood stain on the pillow cover.

It was true. Notwithstanding Suresh's enthusiastic efforts during their short honeymoon, finally it was Shyam with his thick, hard cock and immense vigor and energy who had finally ripped through her hymen and taken her virginity!

"Didi, pata hai, kal Shyam Bhaiya ne merey poore badan par apna haq jama liya. Shayad ek kona bhi nahi chhoda jahan unhone mujhe nahi chhua."

"You know Didi, yesterday Shyam Bhaiya asserted his right over my entire body. Perhaps there isn't a corner that he didn't touch." Kajal said. Her eyes filmed over dreamily as she was again lost in the memories of the lust filled night...

****

After what seemed to be only a few minutes, she'd woken up to the sensation of Shyam's fingers gently working her clit. Even while only half awake, she had become aware of her own wetness and arousal. Then she'd felt Shyam's hard cock against her buns and suddenly she had become fully awake. She had turned to face Shyam and kissed him lustily on his lips. He had rolled over so he lay on his back and she lay on top of him. He had raised her shoulders and grasped her full breasts, kneading them and rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumb. He had then opened his thighs and pushed her head down. Understanding his unspoken need, she had trailed her tongue down his belly, through his pubic hair and then up his already hard shaft. Peeling his foreskin back, she had licked and sucked his lollipop while he had sighed and moaned in pleasure, his fingers tangled in her hair to gently urge her to take his cock further into her mouth. After enjoying the sight and sensations of her hot tongue and lips serving his hard cock for a while, he'd pulled her up in a sitting position astride his thighs.

"Mere lund par sawar ho ja!"

"Ride my cock!" He'd commanded.

With a little help from him, she had risen on her knees and maneuvered his cock head at her opening. She had then allowed his thick cock to stretch her hole wide as she sank down, until the full length of his cock was buried inside her. She had then started riding up and down his hard pole, occasionally shifting from side to side the better to make the ridge of his cock rub against her pussy walls. She'd closed her eyes and lost herself in the wondrous sensations his cock was producing. However, she'd soon discovered that however much she tried; she couldn't come close to a climax. Eventually, she'd stopped; not having the strength and stamina to continue. Suddenly, she'd turned and caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. She'd been overcome by a sudden bout of shyness as she'd seen the wanton, bare breasted woman straddling her lover's hips in the mirror. She'd collapsed on Shyam's chest, his cock still buried deep inside her.

"Kyon, kya hua? Thak gayi kya?"

"What's the matter? Tired?" He'd asked.

"Ji yeh mujhse nahi hota. Aap hi khatam kijiye."

"I just can't carry on. Please finish it." She had whispered, rubbing her face on his chest hair.

Shyam had laughed out loud and playfully slapped her rump. He'd then spent some time fondling and pinching her buns till his cock had regained some of its lost hardness. He'd then rolled over so that he was on top of her. Her thighs were split apart and her pussy stretched wide by his thick cock. His pelvis had then started thrusting against her hips, driving his cock hard inside her tight, wet cunt, re-asserting his right to do as he pleased with her. Only when she had surrendered herself completely to his domination had she started experiencing climax after climax, becoming oblivious to everything except what he was doing to her...

****

"Kya kahun, Didi, bahut burey hain woh! Raat bhar mujhe sone nahi diya!"

"He's such a bad man Didi! He didn't let me sleep the whole night!" She pouted good humouredly.

"Savere savere thodi aankh lagi na lagi toh phir se ek baar jaga kar mujhe raund dala. Baad mein khud so gaye aur main bechari uth kar taiyar ho gayi!"

"I'd just about managed to fall asleep early in the morning when he woke me up and trampled me again! Then he went to sleep while poor me woke up to get ready!" She concluded. Savita could only smile indulgently as she listened to Kajal's prattle, while Kajal's mind went back to the happenings of the early morning...

****

Kajal had been woken up by the sound of Shyam stirring awake beside her. She'd pretended to be still asleep, as he had gotten up and gone to the bathroom to relieve himself. After his return she too had tiptoed to the bathroom. After relieving herself and brushing her teeth, she had returned quietly, not wanting to disturb him. The moment she had closed the door behind her, he had switched on the bedside lamp. She had been startled out of her wits not only by the light suddenly shining in her eyes, but also by the sight of a naked Shyam sprawled out on the bed, his thighs wide open and his cock hard and erect, a naughty smile playing on his lips. His erection hadn't subsided even after he'd emptied his bladder. He had pulled her between his thighs and guided her mouth to his hard cock. He had felt the minty coolness of toothpaste on his cock head as she had eagerly started licking it.

"Ahh... meri rani, khoob choos merey lund ko..."

"Ahh.. my queen, suck my cock well..." He'd encouraged her, enjoying the sight of a naked Kajal diligently servicing his cock, her face a mask of concentration. In a few minutes he had felt himself come close to a climax and had stopped her. He had gotten up and positioned Kajal on her knees on the floor beside the bed, so that her upper body rested on the bed, head turned sideways and cradled in her arms. He had knelt behind her and spread he knees apart, splitting open her outer lips to expose her angry red hole.

The sight of his erect cock, its masculine smell tinged with a hint of urine, its salty taste and hot, rubbery feel in her mouth had sufficed to arouse her passion and make her pussy wet and ready for him. Without any foreplay, he had positioned his cock against her opening and had shoved it home with a single hard thrust.

"Uuhhh..." She had grunted aloud at the sudden invasion of her body. He had then proceeded to fuck her with his customary gusto, intent on taking his pleasure until he had climaxed in a few minutes. Being taken from behind, doggie style had been a new experience for Kajal. She too had climaxed quickly because of the sheer novelty of the experience. Shyam had then dismounted, pulled her into his arms and drifted off to sleep. Kajal hadn't been able to sleep again. She had reveled at the sight of her lover sleeping beside her. After making sure that he was fast asleep, she'd gently disengaged herself from his arms and gotten up. It had been almost six o'clock in the morning...

***

While talking to Savita, Kajal helped her cook breakfast. Among other dishes, Savita cooked halwa, a rich, energy giving dish especially for Shyam, hoping to give more strength to his loins. It was made from ghee, milk, sugar, dalia (broken wheat), almonds, dry fruits and various proprietary spices and condiments. It was close to nine o'clock in the morning when Shyam finally woke up. In spite of the hectic night he'd spent with Kajal, he felt bright, fresh and energetic, his batteries fully charged again. He came out of the bedroom, dressed in his wrinkled kurta-pyjama. He told Kajal that he'd go to his apartment to freshen up, but she would have none of it.

"Bhaiya, aap yahin muh haath dho lijiye. Nashta taiyar hai."

"Bhaiya, you can freshen up right here. Breakfast is ready." Kajal said with an impish smile. She squeezed toothpaste on her own brush and offered it to him. Shyam could hardly refuse such a loving offer and savored the novel experience of brushing his teeth with a toothbrush so recently used by her, while she solicitously hovered in the background. Kajal couldn't keep her hands to herself as she fussed over Shyam while he sat down at the dining table. She ran her fingers through his tousled hair and once even surreptitiously brushed her nipples against his head while busying herself with serving him breakfast. Her erect nipples were clearly outlined under her thin cotton caftan; she wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Shyam was initially a bit surprised and awkward at Kajal's boldness in Savita's presence. He surreptitiously observed Savita's reactions to Kajal's intimacy with him and then slowly relaxed when he realized that Savita didn't seem to mind. He has an excellent appetite and ate with gusto, using his fingers. Kajal served him a second helping.

"Kajal chal tu bhi nashte ke liye baith ja."

"Kajal, you too sit down and start your breakfast." Savita said.

"Haan, baith."

"Yes, sit." Shyam said, patting the chair on his left. Kajal sat down close to him, as Savita set a full plate before her.

"Shyam Bhaiya, aap hi mujhe khilaiye."

"Please feed me, Shyam Bhaiya." Kajal demanded, opening her mouth like a little child.

Shyam obliged her, alternately feeding little morsels to into her and his own mouth with his fingers. She playfully tried to bite his fingers as they strayed between her teeth but Shyam deftly managed to avoid being bitten. Soon, they became so engrossed with each other that they stopped taking notice of Savita, in spite of her occasionally casting an indulgent glance in their direction. Shyam threw his left arm over Kajal's shoulders as she started leaning into him. She rubbed herself shamelessly against him while sucking and licking his fingers as he fed her. Soon all pretence of eating breakfast was given up and they were unabashedly exchanging open mouthed kisses and licking each other's tongues.

Shyam pushed his chair back a bit to make more space and pulled Kajal on to his lap. She threw an arm around his neck for support and rocked herself a bit, feeling his hard cock against her thighs. Savita turned around at the scraping sound of the chair and met Shyam's eyes. Savita's heart suddenly jumped and she felt moisture leak out of her pussy as her lust awakened at the sight of her little sister rocking herself on Shyam's lap, her eyes closed in pleasure. Deliberately locking his eyes into Savita's, Shyam continued to lick Kajal's open lips and lolling tongue. He felt an odd thrill of pleasure as he openly made out with Kajal even as Savita looked on. He started fondling Kajal's breast over her caftan. Kajal was now so lost receiving pleasure at his hands that she was oblivious to everything else. Then, Shyam hooked his fingers in the neck of Kajal's caftan and deliberately pulled it down. There was a rending sound as the thin cotton fabric tore at the neck and gradually, Kajal's shapely shoulder was bared, followed by a plump, rounded breast topped with a stiff nipple. Shyam kneaded and squeezed her bare breast and rolled her nipple between the greasy thumb and forefinger of his right hand. Savita gave up all pretence of doing any work and stared at the sight of Shyam brazenly taking his pleasure with her kid sister, while Kajal moaned lustfully and willingly allowed him to have his way. Shyam knew that he was simultaneously arousing both the sisters and this caused his own arousal to reach an even higher peak.

Finally, he knew that he would soon climax. Kajal emitted a little scream as he bent and held her lower lip between his teeth and nipped her hard, simultaneously squeezing her nipple between his thumb and finger. He then got up and effortlessly carried Kajal into the bedroom, throwing one last glance at Savita, who looked on with her hand on her heaving bosom, her eyes filled with lust. He deliberately left the bedroom door open.

Right next to the open bedroom door, Shyam set Kajal down. He impatiently struggled out of his clothes and then pulled her caftan off. He held her by her waist and helped her jump up and throw her legs around his hips. He then pushed her against the wall and leaned his face close to hers.

"Ab main tujhe khade khade chodunga."

"I'm going to fuck you standing up." He whispered to her.

He slowly lowered her on to his hard, pulsating cock, while guiding it into her wet hole with one hand. Having entered her fully, he started thrusting his hips into her while pinning her against the wall. She threw her arms around his neck and held on for dear life as she surrendered herself to the waves of pleasure washing over her while his thick cock once again stretched her tender pussy wide and rubbed against her sensitive clit and G spot. Soon, Shyam ejaculated deep inside her and then both sank to the floor as his legs gave way under him. They could barely drag themselves into the bed before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms...

It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when Shyam and Kajal stirred awake. Once again, Shyam's amazing vigor (or was it perhaps the halwa Savita had cooked in the morning?) had fully recharged his batteries and he felt energetic and ready to go. They both got dressed. Savita had long since cooked lunch. She had just finished feeding the baby and rocked him to sleep when the two lovebirds emerged from the bedroom, Kajal clinging to Shyam's arm.

"Chalo, main ab apne ghar ja kar naha dho loon."

"Let me go to my place and take a shower." Shyam announced.

"Ji Shyam Bhai. Lekin jaldi lautiyega, khana taiyar hai."

"OK, Shyam Bhai. But return quickly, lunch is ready!" Savita said.

"Aur Bhaiya, aap dadhi mat banaiye. Mujhe aap aisehi achhe lagte hain."

"And Bhaiya, please don't shave. I like you better unshaven." Kajal chimed in. She closed her eyes momentarily as she recalled the rasp of his stubbly chin against the soft, sensitive skin of her cheeks, breasts, inner thighs...

Shyam hadn't missed the hunger in Savita's eyes. Besides, after having spent a whole night and half a day with Kajal, he thought a little change would do nicely. His loins amazingly stirred to life again as a thought came to his mind.

"Thik hai. Nahi banaunga dadhi. Chaliye Savita Bhabhi, nahate samay aap meri peeth ragad dijiye. Kajal, tu tab tak munne ka khyal rakhna."

"OK, I won't shave. Come Savita Bhabhi, please scrub my back when I bathe. Kajal, please look after the baby in the mean time." Shyam instructed the two sisters, supremely confident that they would obey him. He had judged Savita well. She was just dying to be asked...
***

"I'm running late" thought Kajal as she walked hurriedly out of Mulund station. She had started early at seven o'clock from Savita's place, gone to Mahim to run some errands in connection with her Saudi visa application and was now returning to her own small, one bedroom apartment.

Her father Popatlal had bought it for her as a wedding gift. It was situated in a large, spanking new apartment complex around twenty minutes' walk from Mulund station. In fact, construction work in the apartment complex was still not finished. Contractors' crews continued to work and construction material and debris lay scattered all over the place. The building in which Kajal's apartment was situated was almost finished, and although it was not officially completed, the builder had offered to allow apartment owners to take possession in case they wanted to proceed with interior decoration work. Since Kajal was going to move to Saudi Arabia to join her husband as soon as the visa papers were processed, she had decided to put some basic furniture in the apartment before her departure. Accordingly, she had taken the keys from the builder and bought a few pieces of factory made furniture, to be assembled in situ, and a few other essentials and knick-knacks.

The apartment was on the seventh floor. Electricity supply had just been connected to the building and the elevator had recently been commissioned. Water supply was still dodgy and irregular. Of the forty odd apartments in that building, hardly half a dozen owners had taken possession, interior decoration work proceeding sporadically. The remaining apartments were still locked, their keys safely with the builder.

Being on the seventh floor, there was plenty of breeze blowing, offering welcome relief from the muggy summer heat of Mumbai in late May. Also, the view from the windows was spectacular.

****

Kajal's long weekend with Shyam had been rudely interrupted with the unexpected, early arrival of Savita's husband Kantibhai from his tour. Fortunately neither of the two sisters was with Shyam when Kantibhai arrived, otherwise there would have been hell to pay.

The few hours she had spent in Shyam's arms had only served to whet Kajal's appetite. Sex with Shyam had been everything she had dreamt about and more. He had made her experience carnal pleasure of an intensity she couldn't even have imagined. Like a drug, she had found herself getting addicted to sex. She had been surprised and taken aback to have felt a sharp twinge of jealousy when Shyam had decided to take Savita that Saturday afternoon, after having spent a night and half a day with herself. She had never felt anything like that earlier during the long dalliance Shyam had had with the two sisters before Kajal's marriage. It appeared that having had sexual intercourse with Shyam had aroused her proprietorial instincts, however inappropriate they might be. After all, he wasn't her husband. She had in fact "stolen" him from his rightful wife Renu. Moreover, she was fully aware that Shyam had been fucking Savita long before he had fucked herself and she never had a problem with that before. In fact, she well knew that Savita had offered herself to Shyam in place of Kajal in order to safeguard Kajal's virginity prior to her marriage. However, a woman's heart isn't always logical. Kajal was determined to have Shyam to herself again for the next night when Kantibhai's arrival had put paid to her plans.

Her unsatisfied hunger and the knowledge that she had only a few more days available in Mumbai had driven her to take the matter in her own hands. She had knocked on Shyam's door the next morning, heedless of Kantibhai's presence at home.

"Shyam Bhaiya, merey naye ghar mein kuchh furniture jodna hai aur aise hi chhote mote kaam bhi hain. Kya aap meri madad karenge?"

"Shyam Bhaiya, there is some furniture to be assembled and a few other small errands to be run in my new apartment. Will you please help me?" She'd asked him when he opened his door, yawning and rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

He had counted his blessings at not having been caught by the sudden arrival of Kantibhai the previous evening. Although he regretted that his tryst with the sexy Gujarati sisters had been interrupted, at least for now, he knew better than to push his luck too far. He had slept like a log the whole night, recuperating after the long, hectic hours he had spent servicing the hot sisters. Kajal's sudden appearance at his door that morning was completely unexpected. Kajal's words immediately cleared his head and he became alert and wide awake.

"Thik hai. Lekin aaj nahin. Kal mein factory se seedhe tere ghar pahunch sakta hoon."

"OK, but not today. Tomorrow, I can come to your place directly from the factory." Shyam had responded after a brief hesitation. He had some other important work lined up for that day. Moreover, he didn't want to take a chance of the two of them being seen moving together. Kajal suppressed her disappointment at the delay and reluctantly acquiesced. She knew better than to have an argument with Shyam. She handed Shyam a set of keys to her apartment and gave him the address.

****

Shyam smiled bemusedly to himself as he went to Kajal's new apartment early in the morning next day, after having come off duty at the end of the night shift. "Kajal has changed quite a lot after her marriage", he thought. Earlier, she used to be so shy and inhibited, he would never have imagined Kajal taking the initiative. "After returning from her honeymoon, she has felt emboldened enough to arrange to spend the night with me in Savita's bedroom, and has now arranged another tryst in her own new apartment. Wow!", he thought. Shyam found himself liking this bold & assertive new Kajal even better than the old shy one.

He was well prepared to spend the whole of the next day with Kajal, if possible. He had carried a change of clothes and his toilet kit with him when he'd started from home the previous evening. As usual, he'd had breakfast on his way from the factory. Kajal had thoughtfully filled a couple of buckets with water the previous evening so that Shyam could bathe in the morning even if the piped water supply failed. Upon arriving, Shyam brushed his teeth, bathed and changed into a fresh white cotton kurta-pyjama outfit. Humming under his breath, he ran his fingers over his stubbly chin, trying to imagine how it must feel to Kajal, knowing well how she loved it rasping against her soft skin. He decided not to shave.

Shyam did a quick survey of Kajal's apartment. It had been swept and mopped, but still smelt of paint, cement and wood chips. A few pieces of factory made furniture lay packed in boxes, waiting to be assembled. There were a few towels, a thin cotton mattress, pillows and sheets. There was a rectangular dresser mirror lying on the floor, waiting to be mounted on the wall. In the bathroom were a couple of buckets and a small metal stool to sit and bathe on. In the kitchen there was an earthen pot full of drinking water & a couple of glasses. In short, it was all pretty basic stuff that would enable someone to spend a few hours in reasonable comfort.

There were no curtains and anyone looking in would have had a clear view of the inside. However, the apartment was on the seventh floor, the closest building was quite a good distance away and moreover, hardly anybody had moved in. The probability of anybody actually peeping in was small. Still, Shyam didn't want to take chances. So he dragged and positioned the mattress with its long side along the outer wall under the window sill. That way, even a determined peeping Tom wouldn't be able to see what's happening on the mattress, he thought. Spying the mirror, he had a wicked thought. He ripped off the protective paper wrapping and then positioned the mirror resting on its long side, wedged between the wall and the mattress. Having spread the sheet on the mattress and slipped pillowcases on the pillows, he looked at his watch and lay down on the mattress with the morning paper, occasionally looking at his own reflection in the mirror. Kajal should be here in a half hour, he thought, a faint current of excitement running through his body. He was tired after a long night at work; a good breakfast and a bath had put him in a mellow mood. He soon fell into a deep sleep.

****

Kajal was dressed in a light Kolkata cotton sari and a white, modestly cut half sleeved blouse. She wore her long, luxuriant hair in a single thick plait. A little strand of fragrant white mogra flowers decorated her plait. Except for a touch of eyeliner and dash of sindoor in the parting of her hair, she wore no makeup. Her flawless brown skin had a satiny sheen and her walk had a jaunty bounce to it. She was happy, healthy, full of vitality and looked it.

Although her sari had been smartly starched and ironed when she started from home in the morning, by now it had somewhat wilted and crumpled in the humid Mumbai heat. Her face glowed and beads of sweat trickled down her neck & throat. Her blouse had developed dark, moist circles of perspiration under her arms.

"Oh God, what will Shyam Bhaiya say! He must be furious with me since I'm almost two hours late" she thought to herself, her steps quickening until she was almost running, panting and excited. She managed to regain some breath as the elevator took her up to the seventh floor, so that by the time she entered her apartment, she was only slightly out of breath, but sweating profusely.

Complete silence greeted her as she entered. She felt a twinge of anxiety for a moment when she thought that Shyam hadn't come or, even worse, had gone back after waiting up for her. Relief flooded through her as she saw him deep asleep on the mattress. "Thank God!" She thought to herself.

After returning from the toilet, Kajal stood before the open windows of the living room, stretching herself and enjoying the view as a fresh breeze blew over her sweaty body. She unwrapped her pallu from around her shoulders and mopped her face with it. Although the breeze was pleasant, it was saturated with late summer moisture and so a little sweat continued to trickle down her face and neck. She reached behind her, undid her single plait, shook her head so that her long, thick, lustrous hair fluffed out a bit and with quick, graceful movements, tied them into a loose knot so that they no longer rubbed against her sweaty neck.

"Sab kaam ho gaye kya?"

"Did you finish all your errands?" Kajal was startled out of her wits and gave a little jump as she heard Shyam's sleep thickened voice close behind her. He had woken up, seen Kajal and had quietly crept up behind her.

"Ji!"

"Yes!" Kajal responded breathlessly, her heart pounding. Shyam was happy with the effect he had produced on her. He buried his nose in her thick hair and breathed in the freshly shampooed fragrance. He didn't touch her anywhere, his hands clasped behind him. Kajal continued to look out the window, not daring to turn her head, lest she lose control over herself.

"Zara zyada der lag gayi?"

"Took a bit longer than expected?" He asked conversationally. He spotted a droplet of sweat trickling down the side of her neck, bent forward and licked it up with the tip of his tongue. Kajal felt a shiver passing through her body and suddenly a little moisture oozed out of her pussy.

"H'm!" She nodded in the affirmative. She couldn't vocalize and nervously cleared her throat.

"Koi baat nahi. Bahut thak gayi kya?"

"Not to worry. Tired?" He asked, bending forward and planting a kiss on the side of her neck just below her ear. This time, he gently held her by her shoulders.

"N'nnn..." She shook her head in the negative, unable to utter a coherent word, due to nervousness and excitement.

"Teri toh bolti bandh ho gayi!"

"You seem to have lost your voice!" Shyam chuckled. By now, Kajal's face was flushed. She was breathing irregularly, her bosom rising and falling rapidly. Even more sweat seemed to pour down her face & neck, a rivulet trickling into her cleavage. Her pallu lay pooled at her feet and she continued to stare out of the window. For some reason she was suddenly shy of making eye contact with Shyam.

In a calm, leisurely fashion, Shyam undid the hooks of her blouse and unclasped the bra from behind her and then eased them off of her shoulders, his fingers barely touching her skin. She hunched her shoulders forward so that they fell forward, exposing her lovely, firm, high breasts. Shyam eased her blouse and bra down her arms until they fell to the floor. He then bent one of her arms at the elbow and raised it over her head to expose her moist, sweaty armpit. It had been a while since she had shaved and a thin, almost transparent fuzz had grown in the armpit. The fur had grown long enough to clump together due to the moisture.

Shyam leaned down and sniffed the armpit appreciatively, breathing in the ripe but still very pleasant feminine odor. He then proceeded to lick off the salty sweat and kissed her soft armpit hair. Kajal was in a pleasant daze, hardly registering all the wonderful feelings coursing through her as Shyam repeated the same exercise with her other armpit.

He then turned her so that they faced each other.

"Toh kya kya kaam karne hain?"

"So tell me, what is the work that needs to be done?" He asked. He spied a droplet of sweat about to trickle down between her breasts. He quickly bent and licked it up. Kajal's whole body was by now aflame with passion. She was just in no condition to speak.

"Unhhhh..." was all that she could manage.

"Thik hai. Tu nahin batati toh mein khud hi dhoondh loonga."

"Alright. If you don't tell me, I'll find out for myself." He said matter of factly.

He was getting a bit tired of bending down to get at the most interesting parts of her anatomy. He fetched the stool from the bathroom and stood Kajal up on it, her back against a wall. The stool was perhaps ten inches high. Their heads were now about level. He ran his palms across her breasts. He savored the touch of her stiff, plump nipples as they nodded from side to side when he lightly rubbed his palms back & forth. Kajal was fully aroused now. Her panties were completely drenched, her heart was fluttering fast and she was breathing in short gasps.

Shyam cupped Kajal's breasts. Her nipples and aureole peeped out between his encircling thumb and fingers, rising and subsiding as he rhythmically squeezed and released her breasts. The force of his hands was strong enough to be felt deep down her breasts, yet not so strong as to hurt her. Blood rushed into her breasts in response to the stimulation and they grew visibly bigger. Without letting go of her breasts, he rolled and pinched her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He bent forward and took her nipples in his mouth one after the other, licking and sucking them.

"Nnnhhh... Nnnhhhh...Nnnhhhh..." Kajal moaned and whimpered, getting more and more aroused. Suddenly, she grabbed Shyam by his hair, raised his head off of her breast and planted an open mouthed kiss on his lips, savoring the bedroom smell of his mouth. Shyam's tongue darted into her mouth and dueled with hers, enticing it to come out. As soon as her tongue flicked out, he started sucking on it like he had been sucking her nipples. After a while, his attention again went to her erect nipples. He licked a nipple, then held it gently yet firmly between his teeth and pulled on it. Her entire breast pulled out a bit until the nipple slipped out from between his teeth and the breast subsided to its original shape. He continued to play with her breasts, lips and tongue in a leisurely fashion, occasionally caressing her soft tummy and round belly button. Kajal kept running her fingers through his hair, guiding his mouth to the most sensitive spots on her body, twisting and turning in response to his caresses so that he could easily access whatever he wanted.

Shyam broke off. He grasped Kajal's hand and guided it into his crotch. She slipped her hand inside his open fly and ran her fingers over his thick hard cock. She rubbed her thumb across his drooling cockhead, spreading his precum over his cock as well as on her fingers.

"Dekh, tu ne mujhko kitna geela kar diya!"

"See how wet you've made me!" Shyam said.

"Mm!" Kajal nodded.

"Tub hi geeli ho gayi kya?"

"Have you become wet too?" He asked. She shook her head in the negative.

"Sachhi?"

"Really?" Shyam asked.

"Sachhi!"

"Really!" Kajal whispered hoarsely, obviously lying.

"Achha! Chal apni panty utar kar dikha!"

"Well! Take off your panties and show me!" Shyam demanded.

After a brief hesitation, Kajal stepped off the stool, bent forward, reached under her sari & petticoat and maneuvered the panties down her legs. She picked them up and offered them to Shyam, looking at him through her eyelashes. The pink panties had a large, soaking wet spot at the crotch, the pink color appearing much darker there.

Shyam gave a low chuckle as he looked at the panties, pleased with the effect he had produced in her. He then draped them loosely over Kajal's head so that the wet spot lay over her mouth. He then bent to kiss and lick her lips through the thin, wet, translucent fabric of the panties, simultaneously savoring the heady taste & feminine musk of Kajal's mouth and pussy. Kajal felt her pussy secretions ooze out and trickle down her inner thighs. At last, Shyam was ready.

"Chudwayegi?"

"Wanna fuck?" He asked. She nodded.

"Chal, late ja."

"Come, lie down." He commanded.

Kajal immediately lay down on her back and waited for Shyam to take off his clothes. She still had her sari & petticoat on, crumpled, disheveled and ridden up, her legs revealed up to her knees. Her hands were crossed over her bare chest, hiding her breasts. As soon as Shyam had taken off his clothes and turned towards her, his hard thick cock throbbing with his heartbeat and drooling with precum, Kajal hitched her sari up around her waist, raised her hips to place a pillow under them, raised her hands over her head to reveal her breasts and spread her thighs wide apart, exposing her sopping wet pussy to Shyam's gaze, imploring him wordlessly to take her.

Shyam knelt between her open thighs and took a moment to savor the sight of the wantonly aroused Kajal exposing her privates, awaiting his pleasure. He knew that Kajal was his and he could do with her whatever he pleased.

"Yeh le!"

"Take this!" Shyam whispered.

Holding his cock with one hand, he pulled back his foreskin and rubbed it up and down her slit, spreading their combined juices all over the cockhead. He positioned his cock at the opening of her pussy and pushed in slowly, steadily but relentlessly. Her fully aroused and well lubricated inner petals spread apart as his cockhead easily made its way in. His thick cock deliciously stretched the walls of her pussy, radiating wonderfully hot pulses of pleasure through her body, until it lay buried to the hilt in her hot, tight snatch, the cockhead knocking at the door of her cervix.

He slowly pulled out until only the head lay buried snugly between her inner lips. She arched her hips up and raised her legs, the better to receive his thrust. It was not long in coming.

"Hmmph!!" Shyam grunted as he shoved his cock in up to the hilt in one hard thrust.
"Aahhh!!" Kajal moaned in pleasure mixed with a little pain as her pussy was violently stretched out again.

"HMMphhh...!" Shyam grunted as he pulled out slowly and then thrust in hard again.

"Aieee...!" Kajal screamed in ecstasy as her pussy started tingling due to the vigorous stimulation.

Shyam pulled more than half way out. He reached for her breasts squeezed them hard. Kajal's eyes were half closed in passion. He shook her face and made her look at him.

"HMMMphhh! He grunted as he thrust in violently again, his eyes locked into hers.

"Aieeeee!!!" Kajal screamed again as his cockhead knocked hard at her cervix and his pubic bone rubbed against her clitoris. She was now poised on the edge of the precipice.

Once again, Shyam pulled back till only his cocked was buried in Kajal's hot, wet, tight cunt. He knew she was close to orgasm.

"HMMphhh!" He grunted, the full force of his lithe, muscular body behind the thrust, his thick cock once again violently pounding her tight hot cunt.

"Aieeee.... aahhhh...!!!" Kajal let out a long, shaky scream that finally ended in a sigh as a powerful orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched around Shyam's thick cock, gripping it tightly. She was so overwhelmed with the indescribably pleasurable, heavenly sensations coursing through her body, she broke into tears.

Shyam looked on with pleasure as Kajal went through her intense, violent orgasm and then slowly came back to earth, his hard cock still buried deep inside her. He had not yet orgasmed. When Kajal's breathing came back to normal, he turned her head towards the mirror placed at the side of the mattress. Kajal looked at the reflection of the wild, sexy, disheveled, satiated woman lying under her lover, thighs splayed apart, his cock still buried inside her, and smiled proudly. She didn't feel shy at all.

Finally, Shyam pulled out, to the accompaniment of slurping sounds. He helped Kajal up into a sitting position. He positioned a couple of pillows against the wall and reclined against them.

"Chaat!"

"Lick!" He commanded Kajal, opening his thighs and showing her his hard, thick cock, shiny and wet with her pussy secretions.

She didn't need any urging. She went on her knees between his outspread thighs and started lovingly licking her own slippery secretions off of his shaft. She had long ago overcome her inhibitions about fellatio. In fact, she now found the touch of his hard, rubbery, throbbing hot cock against her mouth and lips to be indescribably pleasurable. She also took pleasure in the fact that she was pleasuring him. Her tongue flicked all around his crotch, licking up residual moisture anywhere. She caressed his hairy testicles with her tongue, not minding the pubic hair that kept getting in her mouth. She gently pulled back his foreskin and licked their folds clean. She flicked her tongue all over his shiny cockhead and licked up droplets of precum as they oozed out of the pee slit. She held his cock at the base and closed her lips around the head. Every once in a while, she looked at her own reflection in the mirror, her lover's cock buried in her mouth, reveling at the sight. She started sucking and moving his cock in and out of her mouth, trying to take it in as much as she could, until the blunt, thick head hit the back of her throat, causing a gagging reaction. She continued to pleasure him this way until Shyam too felt the onset of his orgasm. He held her at the back of her head and started to thrust his hips up and down, fucking her mouth. He felt his semen rushing up his cock and pulled out. Thick, hot strings of semen pumped out of his cock. Some landed in her mouth, others on her face and still more on her breasts.

"Aaahhh!!" Shyam sighed in pleasure and lay down on his back. Kajal swallowed the semen in her mouth and then bent to lick Shyam's cock clean.

Shyam reached out to wipe semen off of her face with his fingers. In the process, he actually spread it around rather than wiping it. He then had an idea. He lay Kajal down on her back. He started to spread and rub his semen around her face, like a cream, until her entire face was covered and the semen finally got absorbed or dried out. He repeated the same process with the semen splattered across her breasts. Kajal was of course completely in his thrall and was more than willing to let him have his way with her. Besides, she had grown to rather like the strong, pungent male scent of semen.

Satiated and exhausted, Shyam pulled Kajal into his arms and both dozed off to a well earned sleep. After an hour or so, Kajal woke up while Shyam continued to snore gently. She delicately disengaged herself from his arms and got up. She was feeling itchy because of the dried up semen that had been smeared over her face & chest. Her pussy felt sore too, with the hard pounding it had received. She thought of taking a bath but then settled for a rubbing down with a damp towel. She didn't want to altogether lose the male scent of his semen yet...

****
***

[Darksam]

Kajal lay cuddled in Shyam's arms once again, having mopped herself off of all their combined love juices.


"Shyam Bhaiya..." She whispered in his ear as she felt him stirring.

"Hmm?" He responded, half awake. His palm rubbed across her bare breast.

"Ek baat poochun?"

"Can I ask you something?" She asked hesitantly.

"Haan, kya baat hai?"

"Yes, what's it?" Shyam responded, fully awake now.

"Uss din jab aapne Didi ko apni peeth ragadne ko kaha tab kya hua?"

"What happened that day when you asked Didi to rub your back?" She asked.

That day, she had seen Shyam & Savita disappear in his flat. They had returned after a good couple of hours. She had been dying to find out all the details but so far Shyam had not obliged, as he was usually wont to do. So, she had finally gathered enough courage & asked outright.

Shyam threw his head back & let out a bellow of hearty laughter. He slapped her ass playfully as his laughter subsided.

"Yeh jaan kar tu kya karegi?"

"Why do you want to know?" He teased her, smiling mischievously.

"Aise hi..."

"Just like that..." She said diffidently, burying her face in his shoulder.

"Baap re! Aap dono behnen toh meri poori chutti karanewali hain. Achha baba, le sun..."

"My God! You two sisters are going to be my undoing. OK honey, listen." Shyam exclaimed, his mind wandering back to relive the delicious memories of that wonderful afternoon, when Savita had followed him into his apartment, ostensibly to give him a back rub as he bathed.

*****

"Savita Bhabhi, yeh kya aap toh khali haath aa gayi! Meri peeth kis se ragdengi?"

"What's this, Savita Bhabhi, you've come empty handed. What are you going to scrub my back with?" He had enquired when Savita had followed him into his apartment.

"Bhabhi, thoda besan our doodh le ke aaiye. Usse peeth ragdi jaati hai."

"Bhabhi, please bring some chickpea flour & milk. That's what is used for back scrubbing." He explained when he'd seen her confusion.

He had stripped down to his shorts & seated himself on a small stool in his bathroom by the time Savita returned with the stuff & locked the door of his apartment behind her. She knew they needed privacy for what was about to happen.

Under his guidance, she had mixed the coarsely ground chickpea flour & milk into a thickish paste & squirted some coconut oil in it.

"Haan, ab issko meri peeth par lagakar achhi tarah se ragadiye."

"Yes, now put some of this on my back & give it a good scrubbing." He had commanded her, after having tested the consistency of the paste & added a bit more oil. Savita had obeyed and started to diffidently rub his back. She had never done this before & hence was rather awkward and too gentle.

"Aise nahin. Rukiye, main aapko dikhata hoon."

"Not like this. Wait, I'll show you." He'd said.

He'd then seated her on the stool with her back to him. He'd asked her to tie her hair high up on her head so that her neck & a wide expanse of shoulders & back were exposed above the neckline of her blouse. He had then smeared some paste on her skin and started to rub it in, using firm yet gentle strokes of his fingers, occasionally pinching & kneading her flesh. Although Savita was initially a bit nervous & apprehensive, she soon relaxed and started enjoying the pleasurable sensations his massage was evoking. Her eyes half closed and a small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. She'd taken her pallu off her shoulders and held it up against her bosom, so that it wouldn't get soiled.

Soon, Shyam had forgotten that he was supposed to give her only a demo, and had really thrown himself into the task at hand. She'd sensed Shyam gently undoing the hooks of her blouse & unclasping her bra. Dreamily, she'd allowed Shyam to peel her blouse & bra off. He had also eased off the ornaments she'd worn around her neck and on her arms & wrists. He had then led her by her hand into the living room. He had cleared some space & spread a sheet on the floor. He'd then made her lie on her stomach, her head turned to one side, resting on her folded arms. The fair skin of her bare back & shoulders lay exposed. Her full breasts swelled out from her sides.

Shyam had gotten down on his knees and massaged her back & shoulders, starting with light, feathery strokes of his fingertips & then gradually working up the pressure & length of his strokes until he was using the heel of his palms and putting his entire weight behind the strokes. He'd started sweating & grunting with the exertion. With the heat being generated by the massage, tiny rolls of dried paste combined with exfoliated skin had started to rub off, exposing a healthy, glowing, clean skin that had turned pink with the stimulation.

Savita could hardly categorize the feelings the massage was evoking. They teetered between light tickles to warm, pleasurable kneading and occasionally went close to being painful. She didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. What she did know was that it was intensely pleasurable, something she'd never experienced before. It was just the thing she needed to unwind after a long morning of hard work.

"Unnhh, unnnhhh... aahhh..." She went, squirming & twisting, not wanting it ever to end.

"Achha lag raha hai na?"

"Doesn't it feel good?" Shyam'd asked, pausing while still maintaining a grip on a generous fold of flesh.

"Haan... AIEEEEE.....!" Savita had screamed as he'd suddenly squeezed hard. And so he'd continued to pleasure her with his sensuous massage until had to pause for breath. Savita had almost dozed off. He however had no intention to allow her to sleep. He had turned his attention down south. He'd raised her saree to expose her legs up to her thighs & gotten down to work again. He'd paid particular attention to her feet, making sure to get to the hidden areas between her toes. He'd tried to get her silver toe-rings off, but they were too tight. He had massaged the soles of her feet too, causing her to squeal aloud by the ticklish sensations he'd caused.

On an impulse, he had suddenly bit her hard on the thick skin on the ball of her foot. Savita had squealed aloud at the abrupt, unexpected assault and had suddenly felt warm fluid trickle out of her pussy. Till that moment, Savita had been just pleasantly woozy, but now she was all of a sudden sexually aroused.

Shyam's nostrils flared as he'd sensed her arousal and he'd felt an answering awakening in his crotch. He'd worked his way up to her slender ankles & firm, shapely calves & then up above her knees to the back of her thighs. But the bunched up saree was an impediment. He'd reached under her and pulled the saree out of the petticoat. Sensing what he wanted to do, she had raised her hips off the floor to make room for his hands. When he'd fumbled with the knot of the drawstring of the petticoat, she'd obligingly reached under & undone the knot for him. He'd then pulled her saree, petticoat & panties off of her hips & down her legs. Savita now lay bare before him, lying on her stomach, eyes closed, waiting with bated breath for what was coming next.

Shyam had started working on her full, curvaceous hips, well rounded ass & the back of her fleshy thighs, applying the paste & vigorously massaging it in till the skin glowed & shone like polished pink marble. He'd parted her buns, squirted coconut oil on her anus & gently started rubbing it with a fingertip. Savita had felt relaxed enough to allow him to play with her anus for some time, but as his finger tried to explore a bit deeper, she had suddenly stiffened. Immediately, he'd backed off & ended that part of massage with a resounding whack on her rump, eliciting a loud squeal that was abruptly cut off by a hurriedly stuffed wrist in her mouth.

He'd then flipped her over on her back. She'd immediately covered her bosom & pubic area with the end of her saree, suddenly feeling shy & looking at him thru' heavy lidded eyes. He'd laughed at this, but had allowed her to preserve her modesty. He'd then gently massaged her face, taking great care while working around her eyes. He'd continued the massage of her arms & hands, not forgetting her palms nor the hairy armpits, ignoring her squeals as she felt ticklish. He'd spent some time running his fingers through her armpit hair matted with the drying paste.

He'd then pushed the saree off of her belly & had gently massaged the soft skin, paying particular attention to the stretch marks of her pregnancy. By now, Savita had gone almost completely limp and lay unresisting as he'd finally yanked the saree off, exposing her fully to his gaze. Although they had had intimate relations many times before, this was the first time Shyam had seen her completely naked. He was fully aroused now, but he wasn't done with the massage yet.

He'd then turned his attention to her full, turgid breasts, applying the paste & working it into the skin with gentle, deft strokes of his magical fingers, rolling & pinching her thick nipples. He'd then cupped her breasts & squeezed them hard, causing tiny jets of milk to spray out, accompanied by a twinge of indescribable pleasure shooting through her nipples. Finally, he'd gone to work on her pubis, massaging the paste into the thick mat of her pubic hair and also the crease where her thighs joined the torso. The only part he didn't massage was her vaginal slit.

With all this work, Shyam'd become out of breath. He'd sat down on a chair beside Savita & admired his handiwork as she lay sprawled out on the floor, looking at him through sultry, heavy lidded eyes, a faint smile on her lips. He took in the sight of the fair, beautiful, plump, mature young woman that Savita was, now fully aroused and awaiting his pleasure, wantonly exposing her naked body to his gaze. He'd felt proud & lucky.

He'd playfully rubbed his foot over the naked expanse of her body, sometimes massaging her soft breasts with the rough soles of his feet, sometimes rubbing them over her thighs. At one point, she'd grabbed his foot & kissed it all over & then sucked his big toe. As his foot had traveled down south to her pubic thatch, she'd opened her thighs wide, giving him a glimpse of her swollen, red inner lips drooling her secretions. She had grabbed his hand & pulled him to her. She'd had enough of the massage & was now eager to be mounted.

Shyam had slipped out of his shorts & knelt between her open thighs. He'd poured a generous quantity of coconut oil on his hard, dark, fully erect cock & smeared it all over, pulling back the foreskin. He'd then poured some more oil on her pussy & worked it into her slit, making sure that her already wet inner lips were fully smeared. He'd slipped a cushion under her hips, spread her thighs further out & rested her legs on his shoulders. He'd positioned his cock at the entrance of her cunt & said,

"Ab main aapki andar se maalish karoonga."

"Now I'm going to massage your insides."

A gentle nudge was all that was needed for his thick cock to spread her well lubricated petals apart & enter her hot pussy. He'd worked his hands under her body & grabbed her shoulders so she wouldn't slip out from under him. A single hard thrust of his hips had fully buried his cock inside her. He'd lowered his head & shoulders until his face was inches away from hers & she was almost completely doubled over, with her thighs pressing onto her breasts.

He was no longer the considerate, gentle lover, who had so lovingly massaged her body. He'd commenced to punish her with hard thrusts of his hips, his cock working like a jackhammer, mercilessly pummeling her cunt, intent on taking his own pleasure. Savita had tried to clench her pussy muscles around his hard cock, but couldn't keep pace with his energetic thrusts.

Soon they were both sweating & grunting like pigs. Streams of sweat rolled off his body & dripped onto hers, stinging her where he'd inadvertently bruised her skin. Only occasionally did he pause to catch his breath or to readjust his grip on her shoulders or to squeeze her breasts roughly. Savita had instinctively understood his need to take his pleasure, unmindful of her needs & had surrendered herself to his will, allowing him to do as he pleased. Oddly enough, as she submitted to him, she felt waves of pleasure rolling in & was soon immersed in a pink haze of multiple orgasms following one another in lazy succession. So intense were her emotions, she broke into tears.

Shyam had ejaculated at least four times in the past 24 hours. So it was a real miracle that he could work up so much energy & ardor again. In fact, his previous ejaculations merely served to increase his staying power & he was able to continue pounding poor Savita's pussy with his thick, hard tool for a really long time. Even so, he once paused when he felt the onset of ejaculation & gripped his cock at the base & held it off. He then started his jackhammer act once again & finally allowed himself to climax when even he ran out of breath & couldn't continue. He collapsed on top of her, panting hard, his cock spurting semen deep inside her bruised cunt while he sweated & slobbered all over her face. She cradled him in her arms & gently stroked his sweaty back, feeling drained, weak, exhausted, utterly happy & fulfilled.

After a long time lying in her arms, Shyam got up. Savita had no strength left in her legs & had to be helped up. Shyam walked her to the bathroom, seated her on the small stool & proceeded to give her a bath, starting with shampooing her long, thick, jet-black hair that had come undone at some point in their hectic lovemaking & was now oily, damp & sticky with body fluids of indeterminate origin. Savita let him soap & rinse all the planes, clefts & crevices of her beautifully plump young body, turning & bending this way & that, raising an arm now & leg then, lifting her ass off the stool as needed.

When at last he was done, she wrapped a borrowed towel around her damp hair & threw her saree around her shoulders. She then tiptoed, planted a long kiss on Shyam's lips & scooted off to her apartment after checking that the coast was clear. That was the only kiss they exchanged that day.

****

Kajal had looked on as Savita had returned & shut the bedroom door behind her. When Savita had re-entered the living room she was dressed in fresh clothes, her damp hair still wrapped in a towel. She wore no makeup, but even so she looked devastatingly attractive & sexy even to Kajal. Kajal read the expression in her eyes & knew that her Savita Didi had been through an intensely pleasurable experience. Before she could ask Savita anything, Shyam had entered. He too had showered & changed into fresh clothes.

"Bhabhi, khana parosiye. Bahut bhookh lagi hai."

"Bhabhi, give me something to eat. I'm very hungry!" He'd announced.

That had sent the sisters into a flurry of activity as they warmed up the lunch and arranged food on the table. It was well past four o'clock in the afternoon by the time they all sat down to eat. The delicious food was polished off in no time. After all, Shyam was not the only one to have worked up a big appetite.

He then insisted on returning to his apartment, saying that if he didn't sleep alone that night he would be dead. The sisters reluctantly let him go, trying to hide their disappointment and their sly smiles from Shyam & from each other. After all, they too wanted him to regain his strength & vigor as soon as possible. Savita had had to change her panties twice that evening as Shyam's residual semen continued to trickle out of her pussy.

It was just as well that Shyam had begged off, since Savita's hubby returned from tour the very next morning. Shyam never did get the back scrub he had asked for...

***
***

Virtually from the very beginning of the sexual relationship between Shyam and the two sisters, a pecking order had been established between them. Shyam was clearly at the top. After having subdued Savita's early attempts to assert her independence, he was the unquestioned lord and master. Both sisters not only deferred to his will, they were happy to do so.

Although Kajal's smoldering sensuality was the catalyst that had set off their explosive triangular relationship and Shyam spent a goodly time introducing sexy but innocent Kajal to pleasures of the flesh (and enjoyed every moment of it), Savita was the only one he actually fucked. They had all agreed on that arrangement in order to preserve Kajal's virginity until she got married. This fact, in addition to her being the elder sister put Savita next in the pecking order. Savita was quite content with this situation. It allowed her to feel that she had prior claim on Shyam's affections, and she didn't feel any need to flaunt this in Kajal's face. Also, she was able to keep up the pretense that she was doing it only for Kajal's sake, thus assuaging any residual guilt.

Apart from being head over heels in love with Shyam, Kajal was totally overawed by his masculinity, strength and worldliness. In addition, she was full of gratitude towards Savita for offering her body to satisfy Shyam's lust, in order to preserve Kajal's virginity (much as she would have preferred to lose it to Shyam). So Kajal too accepted her position at the bottom of the totem pole without demur.

The pecking order having been settled, they all behaved with perfect decorum whenever they were together. That equilibrium had been upset when Kajal had returned from her honeymoon, determined to get her satisfaction from Shyam Bhaiya. Not only had Kajal spent a whole night in Shyam's arms in Savita's own bed, she had openly made out with him the next day, sitting on his lap, shamelessly exchanging open mouthed kisses and letting him expose and fondle her breast in front of Savita. Kajal had then let Shyam fuck her right at the open door of the bedroom, in Savita's full view. Savita had simultaneously felt arousal as well as pangs of jealousy and insecurity as she watched Shyam & Kajal's shenanigans.

Shyam had sensed Savita's mood and had made amends by giving her his undivided attention during his bath. While Savita was quite happy with that, she still felt the need to show off her own intimacy with Shyam. She had returned to her apartment with her loosely draped sari barely covering her wet body. Her body language had made it obvious to Kajal what had happened between her & Shyam...

***

Although Shyam wanted to return to his apartment to get a good sleep after all his exertions and the heavy lunch that he had eaten late in the afternoon, Savita & Kajal had persuaded him to rest in Savita's bedroom. The two sisters had quickly done the dishes & cleaned up the kitchen & dining table. Savita had then pleaded that she too needed rest. After freshening up, she had glided into the bedroom, casting a meaningful sideways glance at Kajal. She had lain down beside an already asleep Shyam, making sure that Kajal could see them through the open bedroom door...

Kajal hadn't been feeling sleepy. After trying to pass time reading a magazine, she too had finally wound up in the bedroom, sitting quietly in a corner on the bed, looking at Shyam & Savita as they slept. She'd felt quite happy & at peace with herself, after having had the time of her life in Shyam's arms since the last night. The consummation of her relationship with Shyam had exceeded her wildest dreams...

***

It was past seven o'clock in the evening when Shyam slowly woke up from his deep slumber. The bedroom was dark, lit only by the faint twilight seeping in from the window. Although he woke up refreshed & relaxed, sexually he felt completely drained. That wasn't surprising considering what he had been through in the last twenty-four hours or so:

He had (unknowingly) deflowered newly married Kajal, something her hubby Suresh hadn't been able to do on their four-day honeymoon. He had then gone on to do her several more times. That had completed Kajal's transformation from a naïve, innocent virgin to a sexually awakened young woman. He had followed that up by giving Savita a deep body massage and a vigorous roll in the hay, leaving her feeling limp like a rag doll...

As he let the pleasant memories scroll before his mind's eye, he became aware that he wasn't alone in the bed. He sensed a movement to his left as he lay flat on his back. Shyam reached out to switch on the bedside lamp and his eyes focused on Savita resting on her side. She lay close, yet not touching him. Her head was propped on her hand and she had a bemused little smile as she looked at him indulgently. She wore a simple cotton sari wrapped around her body, modestly covering her shoulders. Her thick, long, shiny black hair that had earlier been neatly tied in a knot had come undone and was now an unruly mass. Her eyes were sleepy too; she had also woken up just a few minutes before him.

Savita squirmed in pleasure as he ran his fingers through her loose hair. The slight movement of her body caused her pallu to slip off, revealing her plump shoulder and the curve of a full breast. She wasn't wearing a blouse under her pallu. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness; instead her eyes silently implored Shyam to touch her. As Shyam's fingers trailed lazily over Savita's soft, smooth creamy skin, the pallu fell off, fully revealing her breasts. A couple of purple bruises were visible, contrasting sharply with her fair skin; the aftermath of their energetic lovemaking that afternoon.

"Bahut dard lag raha hai kya?"

"Does it hurt a lot?" Shyam inquired, running his fingertip over a bruise.

Savita shook her head in the negative. In truth, her skin had become tender and it did hurt a bit when Shyam touched the bruise. But the pain magically transformed into a little shiver of pleasure and her nipples immediately started to stiffen. They were sore too and started to ache as soon as blood rushed into them. Her stiffening nipples caught Shyam's attention and he couldn't resist the temptation to pinch them.

"Aieeee..." Savita gasped as a sharp stab of pain shot through her tender nipples and then turned into intense pleasure. In spite of his sexually drained state, Shyam felt a stirring in his loins. Soon, Savita was lying on her back, her hands folded above her head, offering Shyam unrestricted access to her breasts & hairy armpits.

From her position at a corner of the bed, Kajal observed Shyam & Savita's love play, trying to keep as silent & unobtrusive as possible. She watched quietly as Shyam fondled Savita's breasts, then sniffed & licked her damp armpit hair. As Shyam went on to kiss Savita's lips and his tongue dueled with hers, Kajal's own arousal mounted. She couldn't help but clear her throat nervously...

At the sound of Kajal's voice, Shyam turned to her while Savita lay impassive, eyes half closed, showing no concern about Kajal's presence.

"Kajal meri jaan, aaj mera dil teri Didi par aa gaya hai! Tu ja, sabke liye chai bana kar la."

"Kajal my darling, I fancy your Didi today! Please make some tea for all of us." Shyam said, blowing her a kiss.

"Ji."

"OK." Kajal whispered obediently and hurried to the kitchen to make tea. Shyam once again turned his attention to Savita...

A while later, Kajal brought in steaming hot mugs of tea, and Shyam & Savita's love play was interrupted by the clinking of crockery. They sat up. Savita wrapped her pallu around her shoulders, taking her own sweet time to do so. They both sat side by side on the bed and Shyam handed her a hot mug of tea. Savita snuggled up to Shyam as she sipped her tea, while Kajal sat on a dressing stool nearby, gripping her tea mug. Shyam threw an arm around Savita's waist and pulled her close. He set his hot tea mug down, sneaked his hand under Savita's pallu & caressed her breast with his heated palm. He was gratified by her immediate response:

"Unhhh..." Savita moaned aloud and he felt a shiver pass through her body. Shyam felt his overworked cock starting to get hard again. Then suddenly Shyam had a brainwave. He loosened his pajamas and fished his tumescent cock out, motioning to Savita to kneel before him. Just like her kid sister, Savita too loved to please Shyam. She hurried to obey, waiting breathlessly to fellate him while Kajal looked on...

"Le, chaat."

"Here, lick!" He whispered hoarsely, after offering Savita a sip of hot tea.

"Ahhh...!" Shyam exhaled ecstatically as Savita's hot tongue licked the crown of his cock. His cock quickly grew hard & erect. Savita was an experienced cocksucker. She immediately got into the spirit of this new little twist to an old game. Soon, she was alternately swirling little sips of hot tea in her mouth and then sucking and licking Shyam's thick cock. Shyam was in seventh heaven. The sensation of Savita's hot mouth on his cock was incredible, far beyond his wildest dreams!

Kajal, far from feeling awkward or jealous, felt a sense of total identification with Savita. She could actually taste the saltiness of Shyam's precum in her own mouth and smell his earthy male musk rise into her nose as she observed Savita pleasuring Shyam's cock with her mouth. Savita took a couple of biggish gulps of tea and then quickly swallowed Shyam's cock halfway down her throat. Kajal felt a pang of envy at the ease with which Savita could do it without gagging. She made a mental note, promising herself to become as proficient as her Didi, so that she too could similarly pleasure her beloved Shyam Bhaiya.

Shyam soon realized that if Savita continued the way she was going, he would spurt down her throat. He reluctantly pulled out of her mouth with a wet plop, stood up & stripped off his clothes. He helped Savita up & laid her in bed on her back. She held up her legs, letting Shyam push her sari up around her waist & pull off her panties. Kajal had a quick look at Savita's wet slit as she opened her thighs wide, before Shyam's body obscured her view. Shyam positioned himself over Savita while she raised her hips and reached down to guide his thick cock into her eagerly waiting wet cunt.

"Ahhh...!" Savita sighed gratefully as she once again felt Shyam's hot cock stretch her cunt open and sink slowly in, up to the hilt. Kajal too felt Shyam's cock in her pussy as her hand unconsciously caressed her crotch. Savita arched her hips up & gripped Shyam's hips with her legs as he started thrusting into her with his customary vigor.

"Aannhh... aannhh...aannhh..." Savita moaned rhythmically, in time with Shyam's thrusts, lost in a haze of lust as her lover pounded her pussy hard.

Kajal was mesmerized as she looked at the rippling muscles of Shyam's back, legs & buttocks and Savita's breasts flattened against Shyam's hard chest. She could actually feel Shyam's springy chest hair rub against her own nipples and his weight on her chest. By slightly craning her neck, she could catch glimpses of Shyam's cock pumping her Didi's pussy.

Within minutes, Shyam's vigorous thrusting brought Savita to an intense orgasm.

"Unnnnnnhhhh..." She moaned & started sobbing quietly.

"Yaaahhh!" Shyam exulted as he felt Savita's pussy spasming around his pole, having once again brought his woman to a climax. He had not yet ejaculated, although he was close. He kept his cock buried inside Savita, tenderly licking away her salty tears and waiting to recede from the brink of climax. He then pulled out with a wet sucking sound and stood up. His torso was dripping with sweat while his hard, thick, black cock was slick with love juices as it swayed from side to side with his movements.

"Aa!"

"Come!" He stretched his hand towards Kajal.

Kajal's heart catapulted into her mouth; she had hardly expected anything like this! Yet she quickly recovered, rose & came near him. Her breathing was erratic and her eyes shone with passion as she looked at him intently. A fine sheen of sweat coated her upper lip. Her pallu fell to the floor, exposing the simple white cotton choli she wore. Shyam reached out and pushed Kajal's choli up, freeing her breasts. Kajal averted her eyes and trembled like a frightened doe. After months of fondling and kneading by Shyam, her breasts moved fluidly as Shyam pulled her closer, although they hardly sagged. Kajal panted and uttered delicious little moans under her breath as Shyam chuckled and started fondling her breasts & rolling her nipples. He knew she was fully ready for his pleasure.

Shyam led Kajal to bed and lay her down next to Savita. There was enough room for both of them on the double bed. Shyam was amused to note that Kajal's movements were almost identical to Savita's as she raised her legs to let him push up her sari & pull off her panties and then spread her thighs up and out, positioning herself to receive Shyam's cock.

Shyam mounted Kajal, found the entrance to her pussy and sank his cock in. He was amazed at how tightly Kajal's almost virginal young cunt gripped his cock. It felt even hotter than Savita's mouth. Once again, he proceeded to take his pleasure with Kajal's hot young body, thrusting and pumping with abandon, stopping once in a while to regain his breath or to play with her magnificent breasts before gripping her shoulders and resume thrusting with renewed vigor. Kajal had already climaxed once, just by watching Savita Didi's climax. Nonetheless, Shyam was able to make her cum several more times as he continued to pound her in pursuit his own pleasure.

Considering that he had ejaculated so many times in the last few hours, Shyam's stamina & continuing holding power was remarkable. When he eventually climaxed after a long time, his gonads produced perhaps no more than half a teaspoon of semen. Kajal's pussy and in fact her entire body was so bruised and tender, that she felt as if a road roller had passed over her. But she didn't mind. She reveled in the weight of his body on her as he collapsed after ejaculating. She just loved the touch of his hot, sticky skin against hers, his sweat dripping on her face, his hot breath on her cheek. Can heaven be any better than this? She wondered.

After her own climax, Savita covered her face & torso with her pallu, closed her eyes and lay in a dreamy post coital haze, relaxed & fully satiated. She was awake, but the sounds and movements of Shyam & Kajal making love right next to her seemed to come from far away. She was fully aware that in her own bed, right next to her, her own lover was ravishing her newly married kid sister. Yet, she didn't mind; her insecurity and pangs of jealousy had abated, at least temporarily. She was grateful that she & Kajal had the good fortune to have a virile, strong, demanding yet skilled & considerate lover Shyam.

The two sisters continued to lie in bed side by side, long after Shyam had dressed and left. They finally stirred and got up. While getting dressed and cleaned up, they exchanged shy smiles as they surveyed disheveled clothing, swollen lips, bruises, scratches and other signs of vigorous lovemaking on each others' bodies. They felt very close to each other as they changed the sheets and cleaned up the bedroom...

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Mumbai's long, hot & humid summer continued to unfold lazily, making everyone sweaty & enervated, eagerly waiting for the rains to come. Savita's hubby Kantibhai was off on another of his long business tours. Kajal's stay in Mumbai was drawing to a close. Paperwork for her Saudi visa was getting done one by one. Soon she would have to go to her new home in Rajkot and wait for her ticket to Saudi Arabia to join her husband Suresh. Shyam as usual was busy with his night-time job in his factory…

One evening at around sunset, Shyam left his home to go out for an evening stroll & dinner, after which he would commute to his factory & report for work. As usual, Savita's main door was open. Shyam saw some movement inside through the latticed steel security door & rang the doorbell.

Savita was in the bedroom, nursing her baby. Kajal had just returned home after a busy day running errands & shopping. She had just washed her face & was about to change into a comfortable housecoat when the doorbell rang. Her heart somersaulted & face lit up when she saw Shyam.

"Shyam Bhaiya! Aaiye na!!"

"Shyam Bhaiya! Do come in!!" She trilled in her clear, bell like voice as she opened the door & ushered him in.

"Main ek minute mein aati hoon."

"I'll be back in a minute." She excused herself, ran inside & surveyed herself in the mirror.

She wore a short, white, snug fitting kameez made from thin, light, muslin ideally suited for the hot, muggy summer weather. Since the kameez was almost translucent, she additionally wore a half slip underneath, to preserve her modesty. She also wore a comfortable, lacy bra. The hem of her kameez reached just a few inches below her crotch & the side slits started above the hip level, almost at the waist. The neck line was shaped like a wine glass; a bit narrow at the top, flaring out into a rounded curve as it plunged low enough to allow the cleavage and the rounded tops of her plump bosom to peep out, but not so low as to look cheap or sluttish. The kameez was secured with three pretty little buttons that ran down where the stem of the wineglass would be located. The neckline was trimmed with a daintily embroidered floral pattern. The sleeves were wide & very short, no more than three inches in length.

The white kameez was teamed up with a dark blue cotton salwar & a light, gauzy chunni, both with matching printed floral motifs. The chunni was a versatile garment. It could be spread out to modestly cover the shoulders & bosom. But if the wearer wanted, it could also be worn roped around the neck so that her twin assets were displayed to best advantage. In fact the wearer could keep fiddling with the chunni all the time, to make sure that everyone's attention was riveted on her…

Since Kajal had been wearing that outfit from the morning, it had a wilted look and was rather damp with her sweat. She raised an arm, sniffed her armpit & wrinkled her nose. She wished she could have a quick shower & change into fresh clothes. However she knew that Shyam didn't have a lot of time since he had to go to work later in the evening & she wanted to make the most of it.

So she quickly pulled off her kameez & half slip, gave her torso a rubdown with a damp towel and sprayed some cologne in her armpits & cleavage. She then wore the same kameez again, leaving the half-slip in the laundry basket. "It's too hot to wear it.", she thought to herself. She quickly brushed her hair & secured it with an alligator clip, then wrapped the chunni around her neck & ran out to the living room, grabbing an empty glass and a bottle of cold water on her way.

Shyam stood at the door leading to the balcony, enjoying the little breeze blowing in. He'd caught a quick glimpse of Kajal before she had excused herself and marveled at how pretty & sexy she looked even in her wilted clothes. He had not failed to notice how much Kajal's taste in clothes had evolved & improved in the past few weeks & months since she had arrived in Mumbai. She not only had developed a knack for picking stylish clothes that suited her personality; she now had much greater self confidence & had learned how to carry herself well. Then too, her sexual awakening at the hands of a skilled lover like Shyam had helped her to shed some of her inhibitions and she was now not afraid to show off a bit of her sensuality. Smart & classy were the adjectives that came to mind when one looked at her; there was not a hint of cheapness or sluttishness about her.

"Shyam Bhaiya, paani lijiye."

"Shyam Bhaiya, please have some water." She said, thrusting the empty glass in his hand & pouring cold water in it. As Shyam thanked her & sipped water, she casually brushed an imaginary speck of dirt from his shirt & peered closely to make sure there weren't any more of them. Shyam inhaled the heady scent of her young body & leaned on the door frame, enjoying her proximity as she fussed over him & made small talk. He suddenly noticed her lacy bra covered bosom showing through the thin kameez, even in the evening twilight.

"Aap yahan kyon khade hain? Andar baithiye na!"

"Why are you standing here? Let's sit inside!" She suggested, her fingers caressing his shirt, occasionally playing with the buttons.

"Nahi. Yahin par theek hai. Achhi hawa chal rahi hai."

"No. it's better here. There is a nice little breeze blowing." He said, casually brushing back a lock of her hair that had fallen over her forehead, then allowing his fingers to lightly trail down her soft cheek.

"Theek hai. Thodi der yahin par rahenge."

"OK. Let's be here for a while." She agreed. Her fingers had by now undone a couple of his shirt buttons, slipped inside & started playing with his curly chest hair. Imperceptibly, she moved closer so that they were only inches apart.

"Tumhara visa ka kaam ho gaya kya?"

"Is your visa work done?" He continued their lazy conversation, pretending not to notice what her fingers were doing. But he could hardly keep his hands idle. His fingers slowly stroked her cheeks & neck and then traveled down to her shoulder. He paused at the shoulder strap of her bra & rubbed a meditative finger across it. Her fingers had in the meantime reached deeper inside his shirt & were playing with his nipple. He felt his nipple harden & a current run through his crotch. Her breathing had by now become irregular.

"Unnh…" A moan escaped her lips as she attempted to answer him.

"Hmm." He chuckled. He held her by her shoulders at an arms' length and took a good look at her heaving bra covered breasts showing through the translucent kameez. She lowered her gaze as he admired her beautiful body. He then slowly spun her around so that her back was towards him. His deft fingers worked over her kameez & undid her bra clasp. Working at a slow, leisurely pace, he wormed his fingers through the short sleeves of the kameez & pulled out the shoulder straps of the bra. He then worked them down her elbows & hands until they were free of her arms. Next, he plunged a couple of fingers down her wineglass shaped neckline & delicately plucked the bra out, placing it on a bookshelf close to where they stood. Since the shelf was lit by a small spotlight, her bra was clearly visible for anyone to see.

All this while, he had barely touched her bosom. In fact, the fabric of the bra sliding over her nipples as he pulled it out was the only direct stimulation they received, and that was enough to make them hard & erect. Now, her pretty, full bosom & tight little nipples clearly showed through the translucent kameez.

"Sachmuch, tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho."

"Really, you're looking very beautiful." He whispered, the back of his hand lazily running over her cheeks & shoulders.

"Mmm…" She agreed, giving him a heavy lidded glance. She wasn't in a position to make conversation any more. He picked up the bottle of cold water. Moisture had condensed on the outer surface of the bottle & ran down in rivulets. Holding her by her shoulder, he started rubbing the cold wet bottle over her forehead, cheeks, lips, down the side of her neck & then across her bosom, watching her intently as she squirmed in pleasure & gasped as the ice cold bottle contacted her nipples. The kameez had become moist & transparent where the wet bottle had rubbed over it. Kajal looked unbelievably sexy as her full, plump breasts & thick, hard nipples showed through the thin, wet, transparent fabric of the kameez.

Smiling indulgently at her squeals, Shyam then proceeded to pour a trickle of water from the bottle all over her front until the kameez was fully drenched and clung to her like second skin. He roughly pulled her into his embrace & planted an open mouthed kiss on her lips, licking them and sucking her tongue. Kajal tried to wriggle & resist for a while & then started kissing him back, rubbing her crotch & hips against him. His fingers found a nipple & pinched it over the wet kameez. He bent down and placed his mouth on her kameez covered breast & suckled it. Kajal allowed him to suckle for a while, then pulled him off of her breast by his hair. She impatiently pulled aside the wet kameez covering her breast, causing the dainty little buttons to fly off and the kameez to rip at the neck. She guided his mouth back to her now bare nipple, & arched her back to allow him full access as he took his pleasure with her breast.

***

[Darksam]

Savita had heard Shyam & Kajal's voices and wanted to join them in the living room as soon as she finished changing baby's nappy & put him to sleep. Then when she heard Kajal's little squeals, she decided to just peep out to see what was happening. As she peered out from the shadows, she saw the two lovers in a tight embrace & smiled to herself. She noticed Kajal's bra lying on the bookshelf & suddenly felt a twitch in her own crotch. A little breathless now, she continued to spy on the lovers as they made out…


***

Kajal & Shyam were both fully aroused now. He led her by her elbow to the divan & lay her down on her back. He lay by her side and pushed the kameez off of her breasts. His hand roamed all over her, fondling, kneading & caressing her breasts, pinching & rolling her nipples at will. Whenever he pleased, he kissed her lips & sucked her breasts or pulled the kameez up over her belly and caressed her navel. Occasionally he paused to admire her beautiful, half naked body.

"Kya mai moti ho gayi hoon?"

"Have I become fat?" Kajal asked shyly as he idly palmed her plump breast.

"Ari nahi, pagli! Tu ab aur bhi sundar ho gayi hai."

"Of course not, you silly girl! You are even more beautiful now." He assured her in all sincerity. Kajal had indeed filled out a bit since her arrival in Mumbai, but the extra weight had all been distributed in the right places. Although her breasts were fuller now, they were still very erect, and hardly sagged under their own weight. However, they had lost a bit of their virginal stiffness and now swayed, moved & jiggled fluidly in response to Kajal's movements. This only enhanced her beauty & sensuality. More than anything else, these subtle changes in her body were the result of the sexual stimulation she was now getting on a regular basis.

Shyam's fingers now traveled south. He loosened the drawstring of Kajal's salwar & pushed his hand inside her panties. His hand felt the wet heat of her pussy that was completely soaked in her slippery secretions. Shyam became so aroused, he wanted to take her there & then. He impatiently started pushing her salwar & panties down her hips.

"Nahi Bhaiya. Rukiye!"

"No, Bhaiya. Please stop!" She whispered urgently.

"Kya hua?"

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Didi andar hain. Shayad dekh lengi!"

"Didi is inside. She might see us!" Kajal replied. Savita was indeed watching them from the bedroom. However, Shyam's body blocked her view of Kajal. She could only imagine what they were doing…

It appeared that while Kajal did not mind making out with Shyam & occasionally even have her breasts exposed before Savita, she was not ready to let Savita see her actually being fucked! This was beyond Shyam's understanding. He shook his head & let out a low chuckle. He had long ago overcome whatever inhibitions he might have had & now actually enjoyed exhibiting his sex play with the sisters. He knew how much it excited them. It was better than the verbal descriptions he used to provide them earlier. However, being a considerate lover, he abided by Kajal's wish.

"Thik hai. Teri salwar utare bagair mai tujhe sirf ungli karoonga. Didi ko kuchh nahi dikhega."

"OK. I'll only finger-fuck you without taking off your salwar. Didi will not see anything." He assured Kajal.

His nimble fingers stroked her wet slit. She squirmed her hips & parted her thighs to allow him better access. His thumb rubbed her clitoris while first one, then two & finally three fingers slipped inside her vagina and stroked in & out, slowly at first and then faster & faster as her excitement mounted. In response, she jerked her hips up & down, thrashed her head from side to side & let out deep, throaty moans. He clamped his free hand over her mouth to stifle a scream as she finally climaxed. His kept stroking her face as she cooled down, while his fingers remained deep inside her vagina. After a while, he started probing inside her with a slightly crooked finger until he found her spongy, slightly rough G spot. He started to rub it gently while his thumb played with her clit until he brought her to another orgasm.

His hand and her entire crotch had become sopping wet with her secretions. His fingers kept moving lazily over her pussy until she cooled down after her second orgasm. He pulled his fingers out, sniffed them & held them before her. They were covered in a fine white foam, like whipped egg whites. He rubbed a finger across her lips & made her lick off her own juices.

***

Savita could easily imagine what Shyam was doing to Kajal & grew excited and impatient since she couldn't actually see the action. Her hand rested on her own crotch, trying to still the sweet little itch that had started there…

***

Kajal was now completely relaxed & satiated; looking at Shyam with loving, heavy lidded eyes as his fingers once again stroked her pussy and then slowly moved down & circled her anus. She let out a low moan & lifted her hips to allow him better access. Clearly, she wanted him to continue with his ass play. He moistened his finger with her abundant secretions & started gently pressing into her anus with the pad of his finger. Gradually, her sphincter relaxed & he was able to push the finger inside. He continued to finger her ass, frequently moistening his fingers with her secretions. After a while, he was able to slip first one and then two fingers in her ass & started to stroke them in & out.

"Achha lag raha hai?"

"Do you like it?" He asked.

"H'm." She responded in the affirmative, eyes half closed. He continued to finger her ass for some time.

"Kajal, meri jaan, mai teri gaand marna chahta hoon. Marwayegi?"

"Kajal my love, I want to fuck your ass. Are you ready?" He asked, looking deep into her eyes.

Kajal was in a supremely, deliriously happy state. After all, she'd just experienced two fantastic orgasms in quick succession at the hands of her beloved Shyam Bhaiya and now lay in his embrace, enjoying the intimacy of his breath washing over her face and feeling his heart beat against her own ribcage. What more could she ask for?

"Ji."

"Yes." She responded simply. She trusted him implicitly. She had accepted him as her master. She would never say no to him. He had awakened her sexuality & given her heavenly pleasures that she didn't even know existed.

"Thik hai. Lekin aaj tu isko apne muh mein le."

"OK. But today, please take him in your mouth." He said, placing her hand on his crotch.

"Ji."

"Yes." She responded again. She got up & rearranged her disheveled clothes. Shyam sat in a reclining position on the divan, his back resting on some cushions while his feet rested on the floor. Kajal lovingly unbuckled his trousers & eased them down his legs, followed by his shorts. She then knelt between his thighs, rubbed her cheek against his throbbing, wet cock & deeply inhaled the familiar, masculine scent of his crotch. She gently licked & sucked his cock head, reveling in its hot, smooth, rubbery touch and proceeded to give him a wonderful blowjob, putting her heart & soul into her effort. She occasionally looked up to see his face & redoubled her efforts as she saw how much pleasure she was giving him. She wanted to pay him back as much as she could; for all that he had given her.

Shyam reveled at the sight of this beautiful, hot, sexy young Gujarati nymphet so willingly servicing his tool, her full, sensuous lips wrapped around his thick, hard cock, obviously enjoying giving pleasure to him. He wrapped her hair around his fingers & guided her mouth & tongue to spots where he got the most pleasure.

From where he sat, Shyam faced the bedroom door, while Kajal had her back toward it. So it was only Shyam who caught a glimpse of Savita peeping out at them from the darkened bedroom. He immediately guessed that she had been spying on them for quite a while. He grinned & winked at Savita as Kajal continued to fellate him.

As he felt the onset of orgasm, he started vigorously fucking Kajal's mouth with jerky movements of his hips until he finally blew his load in her mouth. She had by now come to enjoy the taste, smell & texture of his semen and had no hesitation in swallowing the last drop as it trickled out of his fast deflating cock. After a last loving kiss on his shriveled cock, she wiped him clean using her gauzy chunni & then helped him put on his shorts & trousers. He gave her brief instructions about preparations for their first anal fuck & then left for work.

***

It was the morning of the day after their last tryst. Kajal was in her new apartment, awaiting the arrival of Shyam Bhaiya from the factory. She had come there last evening with all the stuff Shyam had asked her to bring. He was going to take her ass today. She was excited & nervous, but not afraid.

Apart from what Shyam had told her to do, she had made some additional preparations. She wanted to be completely clean & hygienic for his pleasure. So she had bought an enema apparatus. Although she never had had to use it herself, she knew how it worked. Her old Bua was a regular user.

After her morning ablutions, she gave herself an enema; repeating it a few times, until the water exiting her body ran clean. She then showered and dabbed a light creamy perfume on her crotch, ass, armpits & cleavage. She wore a light cotton sari and a choli with a plunging neckline and built in bra cups. She didn't wear any panties. She wanted to give Shyam a surprise when he undressed her…

She heard the elevator door clang shut & a knock on her front door. Her heart leapt out as she ran to open the door. Sure enough, Shyam stood outside, bedraggled & sweaty after a long night on the factory floor. As was his usual practice, he had done his morning ablutions at the factory washroom. He had had his breakfast at a restaurant on his way to Kajal's apartment and had also picked up a parcel of hot food for her.
Excited and nervous as she was, Kajal put her arms around his neck, tiptoed & planted a wet kiss on his lips as soon as he had shut the door behind him. She ran her fingers on his stubbly cheeks & moaned in his mouth.

"Chal, tu nashta kar le, tab tak main naha dho loon."

"Come, have your breakfast while I take a shower." Shyam said, offering the parcel to her.

"Aap nahi khayenge?"

"Aren't you going to eat?" She mumbled into his mouth.

"Mai restaurant mein kha chuka hoon. Chal, kha le."

"I've already eaten at the restaurant. Come, eat." He said, pecking her lips.

"Main abhi nahi khaoongi."

"I'm not going to eat now." She said, lowering her gaze.

"Kyon? Kal bahut kha liya kya?"

"Why? Did you eat too much yesterday?" he asked, his curiosity aroused.

"Maine kal shyam se kuch nahi khaya."

"I haven't eaten since yesterday evening." She mumbled & suddenly blushed, hiding her face against his chest. Then the penny dropped & Shyam understood. She had not eaten since she wanted to keep her colon empty & clean for him! Shyam was amazed by her willingness to make sacrifices for his pleasure. He hugged her tight as he felt his cock twitch.

"Bhaiya, aap baad mein nahiye na. Aap mujhe aise hi achhe lagte hain…"

"Bhaiya, why don't you shower later? I like you as you are now…" She whispered in his ear as he relaxed his grip a bit. She had always liked him sweaty & smelly. Now she had become bold enough to say so.

Shyam's cock lurched again on hearing this. He chuckled under his breath as he squeezed her tighter & tighter in his embrace & thrust his hips forward against her. Soon, she could not breathe anymore & started to struggle. He loosened his grip to allow her to take a couple of gasps & then squeezed her once again until she started to become breathless once more. He did this several times until she became limp like a rag doll. She almost slid to the floor when he released her & had to be supported again. Her breathing was irregular & he felt her heart fluttering wildly as he placed his hand on her heaving bosom. Her pallu had slid to the floor as she stood before him, staring intently into his eyes. He hooked his fingers into the plunging neck of the blouse & with a quick movement ripped it open. She was not wearing a bra & her plump, full, high breasts immediately sprang into view.

"Main tujhe ganda hi achha lagata hoon na? Ab dekh main kaisi gandi harkatein karta hoon tere saath!"

"You like me dirty, don't you? Now just see what dirty stuff I do with you!" He exclaimed, as he roughly kneaded & fondled her breasts & pinched her nipples hard.

"Ahh!" She exclaimed, taken aback by his sudden roughness.

"Chal, ab merey kapde utar."

"Come, undress me." He commanded. She picked up her pallu & started to wrap it around her shoulders but he roughly pulled it out of her hands.

"Nahin. Mujhe terey chooche dekhne hain."

"No. I want to see your breasts." He said. She nodded meekly, knelt before him, loosened his shoelaces & helped him step out of his shoes. She then unbuckled his belt & slid his trousers down his legs. He stepped out of his trousers & stood close to her as she knelt.

"Le, soongh."

"Here, sniff!" He commanded as he thrust his crotch into her face. She buried her nose in his shorts & greedily took several deep breaths. She just couldn't have enough of his sweaty male odor that had turned almost rancid in the long hours since he had last showered. He was fascinated to see how much she enjoyed sniffing his crotch.

"Chal ab jangia utar aur mera lund chaat."

"Come, take off my shorts & lick my cock." He commanded while he removed his shirt. Soon, Kajal was peeling back his foreskin & licking off the secretions it was smeared in. All this rough treatment and the high odor of his unwashed body had aroused Kajal to fever pitch. She could feel secretions leak out of her pussy & tickle her inner thighs as they ran down in a steady trickle.

"Chal, ab nangi ho ja."

"C'mon, strip!" He ordered, helping her to her feet.

She lowered her gaze & started to pull her sari out of her petticoat.

"Aise nahin. Meri ore dekh."

"Not like that. Look at me." He commanded. She locked her gaze with his and continued to strip off her sari & then her petticoat and finally stood stark naked before him. Her inner thighs glistened with her pussy juices as they continued to trickle down, testifying to her high arousal.

He led her by her hand to the mattress laid out on the floor and lay her down on her back. There was a mirror propped up between the mattress and the wall. Kajal glanced sideways & caught Shyam's reflection as he knelt between her legs, spread her thighs apart and started licking the secretions off of her inner thighs.

After cleaning up her thighs he turned to her pussy. He spread her outer lips open with his fingers & started roughly licking up & down her wet slit as Kajal jerked her hips & emitted little yelps of pleasure. She came hard when his tongue whipped across her stiff red clit and then again as he shoved it into her hole. The drip-drip of her secretions continued unabated even as he tried to lick her pussy dry. After giving her another orgasm by sucking her clitoris, he finally rose & lay down beside her, his cheeks & chin wet with her juices.

"Le, chaat."

"Here, lick." He ordered. Her tongue rasped over his stubbly cheeks & chin as she licked off her own juices. In the meanwhile, he continued to slowly finger her wet cunt and then gradually started circling her anus. Once again, he gently started probing deeper, frequently lubricating his finger with her pussy juices. Gradually, her sphincter yielded and he was able to move his finger in & out.

He got up, opened her bag and took out the stuff he had asked her to get -- a bottle of coconut oil and a thermos flask containing foil wrapped butter suppositories that he had stored in his freezer many weeks back. He sat by her side & asked her to raise her legs. She obediently held up her legs & spread out her ass cheeks so that her anus was exposed. He unwrapped a suppository & rubbed its pointed end around her anus, allowing her body heat to soften it a bit. When he felt that it was slippery enough at the surface while still hard inside, he pushed it firmly and watched it disappear inside her ass. He continued to gently finger her ass for a while.

"Chal, ab merey lund ko tel laga."

"Come, lubricate my cock now." He ordered. She got up while he sprawled out on the mattress, his cock standing straight up from his thick pubic thatch. She poured a generous quantity of coconut oil on his cock and on her palms and gently smeared it all over his cock, not forgetting to pull his foreskin back & lubricating his cock head.

He got up, retrieved a big Turkish towel from her bag & spread it on the mattress. He then positioned her on her hands & knees, her head turned sideways & cradled in her arms so that her ass stuck out and she could see their reflection in the mirror. He parted her buns, squirted some more oil on her anus and rubbed it in with his fingers. So relaxed was she that he could literally see her sphincter open up before him. By now, the butter suppository inside her ass had mostly melted and her entire outer colon had become slick & oily.

With one more squirt of oil on his cock head, he placed it against her anus. Guiding his cock with one hand & holding her hip with another, he slowly pushed it against her anus. In a couple of strokes, he felt his cock head slip in quite easily past her sphincter.

Kajal had always liked the sensations Shyam's fingers produced in her ass. But his cock was a completely different ballgame. She held her breath unbelievingly as she felt his thick cock stretch her ass open and invade her body. She was anticipating pain, but didn't feel any.

"Kaisa lag raha hai?"

"How does it feel?" He asked her as he looked at her eyes through the mirror. She nodded to indicate that she was OK. He pulled out, squirted more oil & pushed in again, deeper still. Doing this a few times, he finally buried the entire length of his thick, hard cock in her ass.

"Ab yeh le."

"Now take this." He said and started thrusting, slowly building up the tempo, watching her expression in the mirror to make sure she wasn't in pain. She wasn't. The cold butter suppository had produced a very strange sensation in her ass and she was in fact glad when his hot cock and the friction that it was generating warmed her up. She let out a low moan of pleasure and pushed her ass back at him.

"Aah… achha lag raha hai… bahut…"

"Aah… that feels sooo good…" Kajal sighed as Shyam now started to really ram hard into her, his hips slamming into her buns. He grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard as he continued to pound her ass. Her face contorted into a grimace of lust and she grunted in time with his thrusts. She felt her senses being slowly overwhelmed by the heat spreading outward from her ass. Shyam kept up his manic pounding for another few minutes, sweating all over her until he finally hit a big climax and ejaculated a huge load of semen inside her. He collapsed on top of her, his cock still inside her ass.

When his shriveled cock finally slipped out, there was not a trace of waste anywhere. Even so, he wiped her ass with a damp towel, then got up & washed himself thoroughly with soap & water. He did not want to take any chances with infection. He then snuggled up to Kajal & they lay there for a long time.

Their first ass fuck was a great success. It was incomplete, though. Kajal had not achieved orgasm. She did not say so, but he knew. That did not deter them however. In fact, quite the contrary. He made a mental note to finger her clitoris the next time he reamed her ass to make sure that she too climaxed.

"Dekh lena. Agli baar tu bhi jharegi. Hai na?"

"Wait & see. Next time, you'll cum too. Won't you?" He asked her. She nodded shyly & playfully slapped his thigh…

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Epilogue

Like all good things in life, Shyam's dalliance with the two sisters also eventually had to end. No, there were no sensational disclosures, no dramatic showdowns. Nevertheless, the very intensity of their involvement meant an equally difficult parting of ways. Each one of them coped with the traumatic aftermath in his or her own unique fashion. All eventually emerged without long-term scars. Perhaps, the fatalistic ***** belief in Karma helped them overcome any guilt with the thought that the whole episode was fated to happen. In fact each cherishes fond memories of the incidents. Their respective spouses remain blissfully unaware of the happenings.

Kajal soon joined her hubby Suresh in Saudi Arabia. Improbable as it might sound, they got on really well. In due course, Suresh learned to control his impatience & became a reasonably good lover, with discreet help from Kajal from time to time, as the occasion demanded. He never really paused to wonder how Kajal seemed to know so much about lovemaking. They are now back in Mumbai, proud parents of two lively little kids. Suresh is busy running his booming business while her kids take up Kajal's entire time. They have recently moved into a posh duplex apartment at Powai. She is reasonably happy with their love life; the time she spent with Shyam Bhaiya is now just a distant though very pleasant memory. What would she do if she ran into him again? She hopes she doesn't have to find out…

Shyam is now a fast rising middle level executive in his company. He & Renu too have two little kids. Just before Renu's return to Mumbai after her first baby was born, Shyam moved into a new ownership apartment in Borivali. Renu sometimes remembers the good times she spent with Savita Bhabhi in Ghatkopar. Shyam deftly deflects her occasional suggestions to visit Savita at Ghatkopar. Renu, the ever-obliging Indian wife gamely puts up with most of the quirky demands that Shyam occasionally makes on her. Sometimes, she puts her foot down. Shyam is reconciled to this. He knows that he will probably never be able to experience again the good times he had with Kajal & Savita. He now prefers to concentrate all his energies into his career…

Savita continues with her humdrum life as the wife of a struggling middle class Gujarati businessman. Her son is now a school-going kid. Occasionally, she dreamily remembers the quite extraordinary incidents that rocked her life. The memories always bring a smile to her lips…

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