Adultery Talk and Action by misterwho

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"Liar," she said.

"Who was a bitch?" he taunted her. His one hand left her breast and he slipped it between her legs from behind. She shifted without realizing what she was doing and his hand found purchase between her strong thighs.

She clamped down the hand not allowing it any movement.

"Mind your language! Go from here, I will come," she insisted.

He pressed down. "You wont!" he said, unreasonably.

He pinched her thigh with his hand. She had to shift. He slipped it deep between her legs, fighting for space.

"You were busy doing him doggy-style," he whispered.

She was shocked. A term she did not know till the other day and this boy was using it freely!

He lifted her upper leg and positioned himself between her legs from behind. She felt him prod with his proud, erect, young cock.

"Not here!" she said in panic.

He angled his cock with his hand and positioned it further up, near her rear. "Then here?" he taunted.

"No!" she screamed low.

He now hoisted up her upper leg, feeling lesser resistance. Raising himself on his elbow, his cock searched for her cunt. She reached behind and tried to push him back.

"I will scream and wake him," he said.

She slumped. He regained physical control of her. Now she decided that whatever was happening must end quick. She reached below and between and guided his cock to its target.

He raised himself some more and pounded down on her. She raised her upper leg almost vertical to the ground, giving him as much wide an opening he needed.

From a diagonal angle propped up he pounded into his aunt like a sledgehammer.

She shuddered from the vigor of the assault. Her cunt was soppy wet from her husband's discharge and yet this young cock made its presence felt. The boy wanted her so bad he had given no thought to what made his aunt squelchy.

He gripped her breasts best as he could and hammered her into the bed. The bed creaked and squeaked under the strain of the vigorous fucking. Nalini worried about the professor waking, he being right next to them.

When Pappu put his hands to work where he conjoined with his aunt, she sobbed out in orgasm. She grabbed at whatever was at hand, and stuffed her mouth with a pillow in order to not wake up her husband with her sexual noises.

She gripped things hard and suddenly found her hand in her husbands. In his sleep, he clasped her hand. She did not want to pull back. She let him grip her and in fact held on to him for dear life as the young man who had mounted her from behind showed no mercy.

She begged him to finish. She was enjoying this so much but she worried more about the professor.

He was initially angry with her for fucking her husband instead of her coming back to him. The pounding was like a revenge fuck. But no sooner than his orgasm climbed he softened.

"Mausi," he called out to her. It was pleading and child-like, asking for assistance.

She turned and looked back. "What?" she asked.

"I ... uh ... uh ... " he stammered.

She reached behind and pulled him by his buttocks into her. She thrust back. She understood him to be struggling to finish. She fucked him back hard and quick. IT was only she who came again. He -- he could not.

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His body was wracked with sobs at an immediate sense of failure.

"I want to love you," he wept.

Nalini pushed the boy off. He was being too noisy and loud.

She sat him on the edge of the bed. She slid to the floor. Her mouth quickly covered his juice-coated cock.

"Mausi," he wailed, caressing her head between his legs. Her fist caught his cock in a grip and expertly she masturbated the boy. As he wailed she shoved his cock into the mouth that came right after, sucking in his head.

"Ah, ah, ah!" he cried as she showed no mercy to his cock.

"Mmm! Mmm!" she coaxed him through the full mouth of cock. "finish!" she demanded.

"Inside your mouth?" he asked incredulously.

She nodded, her cheeks swollen with his cock.

Reaching up she raked his chest with the nails on one hand. The other hand pumped the cock. Her lips did their magical work.

Pappu filled the mouth of his aunt with shooting jets of cum as he lost control.

He fucked her mouth as if it was a cunt with no thought or regard for his aunt. She tried to avoid taking in the release but some of it was inevitable. Once she managed to extricate the cock from her mouth, she held it in her fist, intermittently kissing the spewing head. As she fisted him he shot over her face and head.

He hunched over her head, giving himself over to the waves of pleasure and surrendering to his aunt. As the waves subsided she felt his body wracked by sobs.

She put her arms around his torso and rocked him.

"Nothing, it is nothing," she soothed him.

"Mausi loves you, will do anything for you," she cooed.

He nodded.

"Go," she said after several minutes of aunt-nephew bonding thus.

She fell back on her bed, exhausted and her mind in a whir over the turn of events. She would never be able to face her sister if she ever found out. She turned warily to look at her husband. He seemed fast asleep as before, the snoring rhythm unchanged.

She did not know when she fell asleep. But she awoke to him stroking her breasts and thighs. That black nightgown had that effect.

He mounted her and fucked her silently. Her pussy was raw from the punishing fucking she had taken from her nephew. She felt him release into her, her cunt full with a mix of semen from her husband and her nephew. Before he had finished spewing and rolled off, Nalini fell back into sleep.

And so Nalini she finished her narrative to Sunil.

"What do I do next?" she asked.

"Nothing. Do nothing. You need no more men," he said. "I am reaching in a few days. My tickets are booked. Wait for me."

The gloves were off for Sunil. He was going to get her and take her in the way the master does. Or so he thought.

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Talk and Action Ch. 08

"No more men, hmm?" asked Nalini. She seemed breathless and slightly disheveled to Sunil. She was peering into the computer screen. As usual, she was leaning forward and her breasts were hanging loose inside the nightdress.

Sunil involuntarily licked his lips and the gesture was not lost on Nalini, now ever more perceptive than she had ever been in her life. She quickly adjusted her dress to conceal her breasts as best as she could.

"Hey! No fair!" complained Sunil. "Show me," he said. He figured there was no way he was going to make any progress with this woman without being brazen.

"What!" exclaimed in feigned shock.

"Oh come on," urged Sunil. "You can be more open. After all, it is just a week or so for us to meet. Are you going to be this coy?"

"Oh, hello!" she replied. "We will meet in a public place," she said with a definitive nod to indicate finality.

"Why?" asked Sunil.

"Because otherwise you will say no men!" she said laughing impishly.

"Why are you huffing and puffing?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said. But then suddenly, she felt the need to rush to the bathroom and wash up - juices, some hers and some the professor's. She needed cleaning up.

She was huffing and puffing because she had rushed to catch Sunil. A few minutes more and she would have missed Sunil, as he would have logged off. For several weeks now they had a set time at which they met each other. And both of them made sure they caught each other. The motivations were different. But she was also huffing and puffing because of where she was coming from.

Sunil liked the seductive, suggestive and explicit events that happened online between the two of them. Nalini liked the exploratory woman that her childhood friend had unleashed. And she was enjoying the sexual woman who stood unleashed. More particularly, she was enjoying the never-before levels of sexual enjoyment with her professor husband. And yet, when she met with Sunil, she felt innocent and naïve. She had truly been that way when they first connected. But now the cloak of naivety had rapidly evaporated in the heat of her unleashed sexuality.

In conversations nothing was forthcoming from her to Sunil. But her camera remained on while she taught the young men once to eat her out, then again to take her from behind and a third occasion to fuck her breasts; that last, just to figure out what it did for the guy and what it did for her.

She found it did lots - for the guy certainly and for her too. She found her sexuality unleashed. The erstwhile infrequent sex no longer did it for her. Nor did the one missionary style suffice. And of late, nor did the single partner do.

She was grateful to Sunil for unleashing so much of her own latent sexuality. Initially, the intention was to savor all this with him. But events had overtaken her. And as Sunil took note of that he tried to re-establish control over his 'discovery' - the "new" Nalini.

And so, the "no man" dictum that Sunil was trying to enforce.

"Sorry, I am late in logging," she said, covering the view of her breasts with a light chiffon veil, the dupatta. "He caught me," she explained.

His eyes flickered in recognition of what she meant. And he had said "no man"; and she had promised him that she would keep herself for him.

"You promised..." he began to register his protest.

"You promised," she cut him off. "You promised that you would not interfere between what happens between professor and me."

He had. In fact, that had been part of his voyeuristic plan. To get into her bedroom and get her to describe everything sexual. Now that his plan had far exceeded his wildest hopes, he had started to feel possessive about Nalini.

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"So what happened?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know all that?" she protested.

"That is also part of the deal," he reminded her. That was true. She had promised to tell him every detail.

"I was in the kitchen," she explained. "I was clearing up the kitchen and he came up to me."

She had been shy. He came up from behind and hugged her, his hands claiming her breasts. She struggled to get away. The professor squeezed the breasts, marveling that one of those globes would not fit in one of his hands. He lifted them, rotated them and pressed them.

"Mmmm!" she had murmured. But this, she did not tell Sunil. Nor did she tell him that she pushed back against the professor, finding his erection with her ass. She ground her perfect, round bottom on his cock.

"I asked him if that did he not have to get back to college," she told Sunil, swaying gently. As she swayed her dupatta fell, unveiling her swinging breasts. As she looked into the screen suggestively, the heavy orbs swung. Sunil's eyes riveted on them. He imagined the professor's hands on them. He imagined his own hands on them.

"Then?" asked Sunil.

"Then he did something he had never done before," she said, smiling demurely. "With one of this hands he reached lower and he stroked the entire area of my pussy with his palm." She omitted to tell him that she had reached back and found the outline of the professor's cock.

"I do have to go," the professor had said. Through the fabric of his pants she managed to locate the head of his cock and her thumb and fingers squeezed on it. He managed to slide his forefinger easily into his wife's pussy as she lowered herself, widening the opening to his hands.

They stimulated each other and quivered in lust. "We have never done this before," she sighed achingly to the professor.

He had whispered into her ear, "No, never!"

What she did mention to Sunil was that they went to the bedroom. She did not tell him that the route to the bedroom was marked by her unraveled saree, her blouse, her bra, her panties and panting they fell on the bed.

He mounted her in a hurry. The professor entered in one swift stroke. He pounded into her establishing quickly the rhythm man and wife were used to.

"Did it last the usual twenty minutes?" asked Sunil, at once excited and jealous.

"No," she replied shyly. "He was more intense and adventurous than usual."

Fresh juices welled up within her and her cunt flowed freely once again, worsening the need to cleanup. But Sunil was not letting her go.

Her mind went back to the unusual behavior the professor had exhibited that day. After thumping into her, he pulled back. Leaving her gasping he withdrew fully. He hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder to give him more access and hammered his wife's now-gaping cunt.

Nalini whimpered under the assault and felt her pussy turn to a pulsating, vibrating jelly. Just when she had thought she could take no more, the professor left her again. This time the vacantness was unbearable.

She screamed low in her throat when the professor returned to her cunt - not with his cock but with his tongue. He lapped at her furiously, his face quickly messing up with the aromatic flavors of her pussy.

His cock though missed her throbbing cunt and just when Nalini was feeling the onset of one more orgasm he left her, babbling like a mad woman. The professor dried himself with one end of her saree and entered her again roughly. He pounded her. The cock was on a rampage. Then the tongue. Cock. Tongue. Cock. She exploded in a huge orgasm, once with the tongue and then man and wife came together, drenching, collapsing in a quivering heap.

She had smiled lovingly at her husband the professor. She kissed him tenderly. He had become an expert. "What, professor sahib?" she said cooingly. " Becoming an expert in your old age?"

She did not tell Sunil any of this.

But they were in some subliminal manner, connected. Her eyes, even across space and spanning the digital world, told him that there was much she was not telling him.

He closed his eyes. He imagined Nalini, his Nalini. Not the Nalini the professor had married. Not the Nalini he had found a few weeks. 'This' Nalini, his Nalini. Voluptuous and yet divine. Impish and yet innocent. Mischievous, yet naïve.

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She was his. His discovery. Her entire new persona was to his credit.

He closed his eyes and wondered how he might have been adventurous. Images flashed of her breast-fucking the professor. Of her head bobbing between his legs. Of her on all fours and the professor mounting her as if she was a bitch in heat. Or perhaps she had been on top. Something.

Each of these visions he conjured up had a different reaction on him. Some made his cock harder. At others he felt deeply emotional and his erection seemed to wilt. He felt the need to revert to a physical release. It had comforted him in the past, it would comfort him today.

When he thought of her doing things to him he felt deprived. She was his; she ought not to do anything for the professor. If he did things, and she reacted like it was a chore, it affected him less. But if she did things to him he could not take it.

He felt tears welling up at the thought of her reaching out for anyone else than himself. She was his!

He quickly turned to a mental image of the professor sucking Nalini between legs and felt better. She could not help anything he did to her.

He felt his cock bulge in his hand and stroked himself. Slow, savoring the pleasure. Faster, as if he was fucking Nalini. Faster still, to bring it all to a happy culmination in which he poured into her, not one spurt wasted in his hands, in his garment. All into her.

He came in torrents at the precise moment he imagined her lower her breasts into his face as she fucked him down hard - a desire mimicked by his fist.

Sunil sobbed out her name as he came in a great thrashing of his body. "Nalini! Nalini! Nalini!" he sobbed out. His cock released huge gobs of cum and overflowed from his hands and soaked his clothes.

Almost immediately his cock wilted and shrank back. Sunil was wracked by sobs as he felt anguish and deep pain at losing the woman he had cultivated. He had not lost her to any one or a competing suitor. He had lost her to the woman's own unleashed sexuality.

He sprawled back in release of sexual tension and his own unexpected emotions when suddenly Nalini appeared on the screen. He was startled. Hurriedly, he gathered himself. She asked, "Yes? Did you call me?"

It brought Sunil back to the present. Fortunately she could not spot what he had exactly been doing because as his need soared Sunil had turned off the camera at his end.

She was now back with him, called back by him. It was as if she had heard the cry of orgasm from his heart. Or had she?

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Talk and Action Ch. 09

He was startled and gathered himself when suddenly Nalini appeared on the screen and asked, "Yes? Did you call me?"

It brought Sunil back to the present. Fortunately she could not spot what he had exactly been doing because as his need soared Sunil had turned off the camera at his end.

She was now back with him, called back by him. It was as if she had heard the cry of orgasm from his heart. Or had she?

"Stay here," she said and vanished.

Sunil stared at the empty screen, fixed on the static view of the empty bed. He had a hard - on. He pulled it out with a sense of urgency. He stroked himself hoping that he could finish cumming before she returned. His body ached with his erection and desire. His mind burned with the idea that right there in that bed he could see, Nalini had been imaginatively fucked by her husband and she was not telling exactly how.

Meanwhile, after washing up, Nalini prepared to return to her friend. Just as she was about to leave the bathroom, her mobile phone rang. It was an unknown number, not saved on her phone. She picked it up.

It was a female voice.

"Ma'am," said the young sounding voice. "I am speaking from the maths department at the University."

"Yes, tell me," replied the professor's wife. She helped her large breasts into the cups of her bra. They never fit her correctly. She had tried various brands and stores. It was the size of her mounds and the location of her nipples. She had given up after several tries. Finally, she settled for a type that showed off the upper slopes of her sumptuous breasts.

Her tailor helped make blouses which allowed her to switch between playing modest and voluptuous with ease. She slipped on one of those now. Today she was in 'voluptous' mode. She plumped up her breasts, pushing them upward and together. The deep cleavage made her look like a bouquet on offer.

She had asked the professor to send one of the students to "help" her. She was hoping it was the submissive one. He was suave and genteel. He was also very respectful of her. And it allowed her to do things with him - he simply obeyed her, taking his own pleasure as it came.

She liked the other guy, too. The wrestler type was just a rough fuck - but his thickness was a novelty in itself.

"Sir said you needed help at home," said the voice at the other end. Nalini had expected male help. That would have meant her first choice, the submissive, genteel, pleasurable student; or the second student who had aggressively intruded her privacy - the wrester student. She had plans for either and she did not intend to share those with Sunil.

"'No man," Sunil had said. That was easy for him to say, but her hunger and her on-simmer cunt had her hankering for more and more sex. The afternoon with professor was a bonus. (Though she now had work to complete in clearing up her kitchen as he had interrupted her in her chores.)

"Yes," she said, wrapping the saree, phone tucked under one ear. She admired her own body for the manner in which she seemed wrapped like a sexy gift. Turning her head around she caught sight of her own sumptuous ass in the saree. It was this rounded gift which the professor had caught sight of in the kitchen. And taken her in a manner that surprised her. Twenty five years after marriage and they were opening new frontiers.

Nalini turned around. The chiffon concealed the breasts optimally - not entirely. She could see through and spot her elegantly wrapped breasts. If anyone wanted to ogle her, he could. She knew her body so well that she knew where to look for her own nipples.

She hugged herself and squeezed herself and felt a frisson of pleasure. She was in love with how she looked and felt, for the first time in her life. She had always been made to feel like an ugly duckling by her own family.

But now she knew, felt, that she was sexy and bewitching. Her conquest with the boys, with her friend of childhood years and the new found sexual activity of her own husband - the wooly headed professor - told her emphatically that, yes! she had all the oomph a woman needed

And she was a on a roll with that.

With the final wrap she stood at a profile angle and looked in the mirror. Her ass curving out and her breasts thrusting out in front, she realized her cousins and aunts who criticized her looks could not have been more wrong. She was, in one word, sexy. She smiled at herself, biting her own lower lip and smiling. Sunil was waiting for her.

"Ma'am?" said the voice in her ear.

"Yes? Oh, yes," she snapped back to reality. "The professor sent you for some work." She thought of the filing of financial papers in which the professor took absolutely no interest. "When are you coming?" she asked. "Now?"

She thought about it a bit. One of the boys was welcome any time. This girl? What was she going to do with a girl? But she could not now refuse the help without having to answer questions from her husband. "Ok," she said to the student waiting at the end of the line.

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Meanwhile, she did have Sunil waiting. While her pussy was purring for more, she had no choices to act on. It was a bad draw today, unless one of the other boys stopped by unannounced as that wrestler-boy had.

She marveled at her new levels of need. Within an hour or so of some wild fucking and tonguing she felt she needed more. But if the student was a girl, there was very little to be had. This was most unexpected. She decided to give the student a quick run down of her requirements and let her go that day and get back to Sunil.

But nothing prepared her for how Sheela looked. Nothing prepared her for the lurch she felt in her heart and tingle in her pussy at the sight of a sexy youg woman. For that is what the female student, Sheela, turned out to be.

The young twenty year old was petite. The t-shirt she wore was tight and while the breasts were smaller than Nalini's they had the full hardness that only youth could boast. The breasts were clearly outlined and the t-shirt neckline plunged to reveal slopes of her pert, full tits and the vale in between. Proportionally, she was just a smaller version of Nalini.

If Nalini was buxom and large in the chest, this girl was filled out given her size and height. Nalini found her sexy. Is this what her husband dealt with in the university on a daily basis? She wanted to touch her, feel her. And she wanted to show this girl how to suck on her. Nalini felt a wanton, strangely maternal lust towards this young student.

Nalini tried to keep her mind on the straight and narrow, reminding herself that the student was perhaps her own daughter's age. But when Nalini showed her some papers and Sheela leaned forward those hard pointy breasts pressed against Nalini's arm. It made her lose focus on the work and she looked sideward at the girl's breasts. She could feel her breath.

Just as Nalini wondered if she was imagining the student's innocent behavior to be deliberate, the girl leaned heavier on Nalini and the crotch of her jeans lodged on Nalini's hips.

It could be that she was naïve as Nalini herself. Or she was being mischevious- as Sunil?

"You are good at this," she said looking up at Sheela. Her eyes took in the girl's face. She was a nice, chocolatey brown. Clearly the girl knew how to select her colors carefully, whether in dress or cosmetics. Her darker skin seemed like an advantage. The complexion was smooth, creamy. She felt her throat catch at the thought of silky, liquid chocolate smoothly sliding down her gullet.

"I think I have a particularly difficult set that I have never been able to crack, which perhaps you can," she pushed Sheela away and stood up.

Standing to her full height and swaying naturally to the new found sexual rhythm of her body, Nalini led Sheela to the bedroom, where the computer was on with Sunil at the other end. Before Sheela could notice anything, Nalini went to the computer and minimized the screen so that while Sunil could see her, her own screen did not show him up.

When she was close to the computer monitor Sunil could see her navel. He noticed the sensuous manner in which Nalini had tucked the saree under, revealing the curve of her tummy and navel itself. When Nalini turned to face the student, Sunil was treated to the view of Nalini's sumptuous ass.

That ass had been the focus of Sheela's eyes. They just focused naturally on the beautiful woman in front of her. Sheela admired the professor. The man was pure brain and obsessed with his work. He fumbled over everything and needed lots of help. And something in that helplessness attracted her to the senior man.

And now his sexy wife. She was beautiful. She liked how voluptuous and sensuous the woman in front of her was. She wanted to be like Nalini. She wanted to be this overtly sexual and luscious.

"Here," said Nalini, handing her a cover of disorganized papers.

As Sheela took the papers she looked into the bag. The younger girl was shorter by a head. Her head was near Nalini's breast as she looked down into the cover. The aroma of the young girl filled Nalini's nostrils and she felt drunk and heady. Her already bubbly pussy was aching for attention and the focus of her attention was the girl in front of her.

She just knew that she wanted to make love to her. And she instinctively knew how, even if she had never been with a woman before. Sunil had taught her that her cunt could be pleasured by a tongue. And he had not told her that it could only be a man's tongue. In fact, she KNEW it could be any tongue. But she was unsure about making the student do this.

Nalini found herself thinking differently about the girl's virginity than she had about the guys. When she thought about the boys, their virginity was a hard turn-on for her. When she thought of this girl, she felt a maternal caring.

"Come and sit down," said Nalini to her, gently, softly. She took the younger woman's small hand in her own and led her to the bed.

"Where are you from and since when are you with the professor?" she asked, gently clearing Sheela's face of the flowing locks. Sheela felt herself tingle at the touch of this beautiful woman. Her eyes dropped to Nalini's large breasts and she was perplexed when she felt the need to touch, feel and may be bury her face in those mammaries.

Sheela's real attraction was to the professor. Quite the confused man, lost in his own world, he had a rakish charm. And somewhere the imp in her thought there was a man in those rumpled clothes she would like to let out and loose. Her boyfriends and other friends did not see the power of the man's intellectual prowess. She found his command over math attractive. And his seeming innocence and naviete at all things sexual, seductive. He seemed immune to any suggestion or temptation.

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And now this ravishing creature, the man's wife. Sheela had noticed every aspect of the older woman. Her large rolling ass must be inviting to every male, considering that she herself felt she could take a large bite of it. And those beautifully wrapped breasts. She was torn between her jealousy of this woman and the idea that her husband was probably not paying Nalini that much attention.

Sheela had heard of lesbian love. But her journey through the jungle of male sexual attraction had itself proved confusing if not bruising. She found the boys in her age group awkward and inexperienced. And she felt instant lust at the sight of the professor. But nothing prepared her for the warm hunger she felt on seeing 'madam', the professor's wife.

Perhaps, it was Nalini who was less clear between the two about lesbian love. All that Sheela knew was that her boyfriend was hopelessly inept. The lack of experience and the over-eagerness for sex - raw sex - left her cold. The professor's wife seemed so warm...

They talked of her arrival at the Unviersity and other minor facts even as Nalini left no opportunity to touch the girl. Sometimes her hand was on the shoulder, at other times on her knee.

Finally, hot and flushed, Nalini felt the need to push ahead with her prey. "You are so beautiful," she said softly, hands going on the young woman's back. She did not pull her close. But the other woman could not pull away, either.

"You must have many guys chasing you!" she said teasingly.

"They are all boring!" said Sheela, her eyes wandering to Nalini's bosom.

"Why?" asked Nalini. She gently applied force so that the younger girl's face was now closer to hers than ever before. Once again the aromas of the woman filled her nostrils. Was it some delicate perfume? Was it the natural smell of the girl? Whichever, it was intoxicating to her.

"They are so rough. Crude. Hurried," whispered the younger woman into the older woman's lips. She moved faster than the hand at her back. In contrast to the words 'rough', 'crude', 'hurried' Sheela moved gently, brought her face to caress Nalini's softly and said nothing more.

Nalini's hand moved from the back to the side and she felt the woman's breast. She paused to see if her move was welcome.

"Oh, Madam!" shivered the young girl. Her hand claimed Nalini's breast quickly, aggressively. The young woman squeezed hard, betraying that youth in itself is hurried, whether male or female. Sheela in fact, admired the large breasts and wanted to touch them, feel them, own them.

If the professor's wife had not provided her the opening, she felt she would have gone mad with desire for the woman. Now that the older woman had touched her first, she wanted to leave her in no doubt, lest Nalini draw back, leaving her hungry, thirsty and bereft.

She mimicked Nalini's actions on her breast, only quicker, to make sure the other woman got the signal. They gently rubbed their faces together cheek on cheek, cheek on forehead, lips on skin... till finally the lips grazed.

Nalini parted her lips to offer Sheela a wet kiss. Sheela gratefully took it. They kissed. For both of them, the first lesbian kiss was a revelation. Soft, voluptuous, searching and as exciting as their first kiss ever. The kiss of a woman just seemed more meaningful.

Tongues searched each other out, snaking, dueling and soon both women were panting in desire. Nalini's pussy was aflame and she wanted to undo her saree and bare herself to the younger woman. 'I will teach her to suck me to orgasm if I have to,' she thought to herself.

But the younger woman had her own ideas. Her kisses changed to small stabs and pecks all over Nalini's face and she continued to kiss down the neck and into the valley of Nalini's deep cleavage. She kissed every spot on Nalini's breast till she found exactly where the nipple was. Then, as if searching out a gem embedded in a rock, her fingers searched and she tried to trap it between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand desperately searched for the hooks of the blouse. Her mouth wetted the blouse enough to make the nipple show up as much as it would.

Nalini threw her head back in pleasure. Her own hands were under the girl's tee shirt. Deftly she undid the bra. Her other hand roamed the front of the girl's chest as best as she could in that position. She was gentle, tender yet demanding of the young girl. She wanted pleasure and fully intended to give it. But without scaring the kid.

Sheela, on the other hand, bit at Nalini's nipple in desperation. Nalini threw off the pallu of her saree and opened her chest to the young woman. "You seem to know what you want," she panted.

The girl brought her face to Nalini's face and said, eyes glistening, "Who would not want these beautiful breasts! Sir is one lucky guy madam!"

Hands trembling, fingers shaking, Sheela undid the hooks of the older woman's blouse. The excitmenet she felt far exceeded anything she ever felt with a guy. This was a warm, full-blooded woman. Look at how she stroked her! Look at how gently her hands worked her body and drew gasps from her. She was loving, delicate and exotic.

The flaps of Nalini's blouse hung loose now and the next obstacle was the bra which was hooked at the back. In frustration and haste, she pulled the offending garment over the breast, her own need taking precendence over Nalini's discomfort. Nalini's large breast was squeezed out the bottom, the flesh cut by the elastic of the bra.

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"Wait, wait!" cried out Nalini as Sheela bit down on the nipple poking out.

Nalini pushed her away and reached behind to undo the bra. Sheela got onto her knees on the bed and peeled off her tee while Nalini peeled off her blouse and pulled off the bra. Both women were topless. Sheela leaned and slapped her taut breasts against Nalini's cushiony breasts. They smiled happily as they looked down and pressed the flesh together. Sheela took care to bring her pert nipple against Nalini's large gbang-nipple.

And when she bent to suck her breast, Nalini wrapped her saree around the younger woman, holding her in a warm embrace. Sheela sucked in as much of the breast as her mouth would take and then used her tongue to tease and toggle the nipple.

With her other hand she held and squeezed the body of the breast as if willing Nalini to feed her. Nalini rocked back and forth. She held the young girl tenderly to her breasts. She felt beautiful, as Sheela sucked gently, if hungrily. She felt as if milk had flowed from her. She would have to ask the girl if she had felt anything.

But she did not need to. Sheela squealed in delight and moaned in pleasure as she felt something flow. She was not sure what it was but she was delighted that she had caused something to flow in the woman she so suddenly and so intensely desired.

Sunil watched the live lesbian action on his computer and his cock was once again at its fullest. He wanted to be there. He wanted to be there for the moment when - surely! - both women would need a male for pleasure?

He masturbated and drank in the unfolding scene.

Nalini rocked her body back and forth as Sheela's lips sucked her and set her body on fire. Unseen by Sunil, she slipped her hand down Sheela's body and went past the band of her jeans. She reached the coarse pubic hair but was deined further access. She rubbed and ground her hand against the crotch searchingly, wanting to find Sheela's pussy.

Finally she pushed the younger woman back on the bed. She hovered over her. Her face was radiant. Her left breast was reddened with Sheela's ministrations. Her breasts hung over the student. The student grabbed the objects of her fascination and milked her like she might have milked a cow.

"You know," said the student huskily, "it is not only the professor who is lucky. You are lucky too, to have the professor."

Nalini arched her eyebrow at the girl's confession. "Oh, so you want him, is it?"

She lay on the girl, face to face and enjoyed her breasts and body feeling the firm, taut woman's body beneath. "How many of you girls have a crush on him?" she asked.

"Most of us," replied Sheela, thrusting her hips upward and grinding her crotch against Nalini's thigh.

"You want him here?" asked Nalini. She shocked the younger woman by slapping her crotch hard and asking, "In your cunt?"

The student was suddenly scared. She felt she might have said something wrong. She just started back into Nalini's glowering eyes where the maternal gentleness seemed replaced by an aggressive wife.

"Let us see how long you feel the need for a cock," exclaimed Nalini. She shimmied down to Sheela's crotch.

"What are you doing?" exclaimed the girl.

Nalini buried her face in the crotch and nuzzled her. The girl gasped and thrust up at the face involuntarily. Her breasts felt the need for touch and she grabbed her own breasts, pinching her nipples.

Then Nalini drew back and unhooked the button of the jeans. She allowed her palm to grind into the girl's crotch. The girl shuddered. "What are you doing?" she asked.

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"I am going to show you how we so 'don't need' men for our pleasure," she whispered, her voice heavy with lust. Nalini grabbed the band of the jeans and the elastic of her panties and pulled down. The student helpfully raised her hips. She peeled the jeans back as far as it would go. She then stared at the patch of hair between the girl's legs. She had never seen a pussy other than her own before. But she instinctively knew what to feel, find and pleasure in there. That was the beauty of loving another woman. She knew exactly what needed to be done.

She moved to the legs of the jeans and methodically pulled down the tight garment till she had it off and the girl's body was bare. Then she kissed Sheela's ankle and dragged a wet lip all the way up the inside of her thigh. She paused at the girl's pussy and looked up. Their eyes met, for Sheela was looking down in anticipation and with bated breath. She could feel her pussy quivering for attention but she had no clue on what was coming next.

Nalini moved up the girl's body, kissing her on her tummy and reached up to her breasts. Those taut, hard breasts deserved special attention and they got some. Nalini returned the favor by sucking on the breasts. She found it odd that there was no particular difference to her in sucking the professor's nipples. But Sheela had seemed to milk her.

And then she brought her face up to Sheela's and said, "Did anyone do this to you?" she reached the student's crotch and caressed it gently with the fingers of her hand. The girl nodded dumbly - yes. The boys had. Then she carefully parted the student's pussy-lips and dipped her finger in to find her moistness. Nalini slowly slid her finger in and out. "And this?" she asked, in a slow finger fuck. Again a 'yes'.

"And like this?" asked Nalini still louder, two fingers in now, fucking hard.

"Yes, yes, yes!" sobbed the student.

Now she moved down the thrashing body, her fingers still mercilessly fucking the girl.

"And how about this?" she asked, looking up at Sheela staring down at her. Nalini's piercing gaze seemed to threaten her with pleasure. Eyes locked till the last moment when contact became impossible, Nalini disappeared between Sheela's legs.

The young woman was shocked and made as if to push Nalini away but she was having none of it. Palm facing upward, fingers curved up inside Sheela she broadened her tongue and slowly lapped at the gaping cunt.

Once, twice, thrice till Sheela thrilled at the action of tongue on pussy.

"This?" demanded Nalini in answer.

Sheela shook her head frantically to indicate 'no' and now pressed Nalini's head to go back to its action. "Madam, please," she begged her to continue.

Nalini obliging lapped at the young pussy. Sheela bucked and moved her hips as if to fuck the older, more experienced woman.

"Does your pleasure need a man?" asked Nalini forcefully. Her face slick with juices and saliva was at Sheela's face. The student's face was contorted in pleasure as Nalini continued to fuck her with fingers. Sheela wanted that tongue too.

"No I don't," she confessed. "But I need this," she insisted, pushing Nalini's head down towards her aching cunt.

Nalini sucked on the cunt. She alternated between sucking and licking driving the girl crazy. Sheela fucked the head between her legs with a vigor and Sunil, watching could well imagine how it would be to have her fuck his cock like that.

Her ass thumped the bed and she thrashed. Nalini held the poor girl down with one hand on the belly and the other hand continuing to finger-fuck. Her tongue mercilessly squeezed out an orgasm from the helpless girl.

She groaned loudly and spent in copious quantities as her body shook in release. Mindful of 'madam' between her legs, she tried to move away, embarrassed by her own cumming. But lovingly and gently, Nalini let her feel at ease and showed her that every drop of what was flowing belonged to her. She kissed, nuzzled, sucked and tongued the young woman till she held herself open and let go of it all.

Nalini lapped it all up as best as she could. She used her face in its entirety to pleasure the girl, putting nose, chin, tongue and mouth to good use. She sipped at what she could and let go what she could not take. The sheets below grew a pool of wetness and she took note to change it before the professor returned.

When the young woman was drained and Nalini's face bore all the marks of her release, Nalini rose. She held her close, hands romaing her breasts and torso. She smeared Sheela's juices on her own body and breasts. And when she came face to face with her, Sheela smelt her own fragrant juices. Nalini gently rubbed her face against her face, kissing and murmuring sweet nothings to her.

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"Did you enjoy that, love?" she asked, her own crotch rubbing against Sheela's thigh. At first she was gentle and then her own needs caused her to rub her crotch more vigorously aginst the girl's thigh. Then the older woman arose. Her breasts dangled invitingly in front of the student.

Straddling the girl, she shuffled up to bring her cunt to Sheela's face.

"My turn now," she said, placing her cunt carefully on Sheela's face and facing Sunil on the computer. Her breasts swung as she fucked down on the helpless girl's face.

Sheela's hands grasped Nalini's round ass and she eagerly ate at the open, flowing cunt. Nalini's juices poured and she rode the woman's mouth, taking her pleasure. Sunil saw her reach for her own breasts, pinching and mauling her nipples seeking her own pleasure. Sunil wanted to reach out and grip those breasts for her.

Nalini spent on the girl's face, drenching her in her juices. She laughed and gasped and moaned her pleasure. She used the mouth, nose and chin of the girl to take her pleasure. Gasping for breath Sheela managed to suck, tongue, drink some and let go some. "So much!" she exclaimed.

"And you thought only men released like that?" laughed Nalini, bringing her face close to the others. "How much did you think you came?" she asked laughingly. Sheela realized that the stains and juices on Nalini's face were all marks of her. And she felt the viscous wetness on her own face and realized she bore the other woman's marks.

"Yes, but the fullness of a cock is unbeatable," said the girl with a blush.

"Wait here," said Nalini and went to the kitchen, returning with a curved, thick cucumber. Nalini knelt between her legs and mouthed the cucumber, suggestively sliding it in and out of her mouth. She allowed her saliva to coat the thick trunk.

She gently spread the young woman's legs and nosed open the cunt with the head of the cucumber. Sheela gasped.

"Nothing that he has is really needed," lied Nalini, herself thinking of the warmth of a cock, its pulsating warmth that flooded into her womb eventually. But right now she needed to enslave this bewitchingly beautiful girl.

She pushed the head within the waiting lips and rotated the head, flexing and stretching the pussy walls, as if preparing them to receive what was to come.

Then, with the fingers of one hand she held apart as much of Sheela's pussy as she could and pushed the cucumber in... gently and in stages, not wanting to hurt sweet, sweet Sheela.

But for Sheela, the impossible stretch only signaled that yes, madam was a good teacher and knew her needs better than she herself knew. Sheela needed what was coming. She thrust herself almost involuntarily, and gasped as she hurt and pleasured herself with her own forcefulness.

"Gently, dear," murmured Nalini, kissing the lower tummy and bringing her lips to where the cucumber was, now slick with her juices. She tasted the sweet juices of the girl and found herself wanting to taste her more fully. She fucked her with the cucumber, sucking and licking the pussy and imagining the cucumber to be a cock. Suddenly, she felt her own desire rising at the thought that the cucumber could well be a hot pillar of real, live flesh.

May be the professor? But he was too much of a conservative to join her in a ménage-a-trois. Perhaps Sunil? She looked towards the computer and with her eyes and demeanour suggested to her invisible and remote lover that the cucumber could have been his cock.

As the pussy beneath her yielded, she found the cucumber going smoother and faster; the girl taking her pleasure in bolder thrusts; her legs flailing, thighs quivering as she gasped out, "Madam, madam, madam!" clutching at whatever of Nalini she could find.

Her hands were on the back of Nalini's head urging her to focus on the pleasure points. She grabbed her arm. She tried to go beneath to find her breast. She wanted to give her some pleasure in exchange for the beautiful, wondrous orgasm roiling her body.

She felt she had never been touched or loved before. She felt all her dalliances with her boyfriend had been a waste of time. Why had she not found and submitted to this beautiful, sexy, raunchy yet delicate woman before?

The effect of the young undulating body, wracked by waves of pleasure was a wondrous sight for Nalini, too. Suddenly, Nalini wanted Sheela's mouth on her pussy, doing for her what she was doing for the other woman. But she was unwilling to let go of her cunt. In fact, she wanted to taste and suck the sweet fluid flowing now freely, and squelching with the cucumber.

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She had an idea. If Sheela were to come on top she would flow onto her face. And if she was turned around, she could still eat her pussy. She rolled off and lay back, swinging around.

"Come," she called out to the student.

"Where madam," asked the confused girl. She seemed shy and wanting to learn from the expert.

"Put your head between my legs and your thighs around my face," she gasped, desperate for the pleasure to resume.

The student girl slowly maneuvered herself into position and no sooner than she came within reach Nalini grabbed her ass and pulled her cunt down on her face.

"Do as I do?" she said, her tones muffled by the pussy in her face.

She tongued Sheela and Sheela shivered as she noted what was being done to her. Then she faithfully tongue Nalini in same fashion. Nalini slipped her thumb into Sheela's cunt, fucking her gently and sucking and tonguing her persistently.

Sheela inserted her thumb in as well. And fucked the cunt, sucking and tonguing her new teacher as gently as she was being fucked.

Both women luxuriated in the loving attention from each other. The sensations rose in tandem. Both bucked and thrashed on to each other's faces. Both screamed their orgasms into each other's pussies. And as the pleasure soared they went at each other with greater gusto.

They both came, once again. Shamelessly and freely. The two women, hugged each other warmly and tenderly, engrossed in their own and each other's pleasure. Both the student and the older woman had just discovered the joys of womanly love. The student had followed the older woman imagining that she knew what was happening. The older woman merely followed her rapidly evolving instincts in such matters. So engrossed were they, that neither had notice the professor enter the room.

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Talk and Action Ch. 10

Neither noticed the professor entering the room. He had in fact been watching the unfolding saga from the door, not wanting to interrupt what was an incredibly erotic scene.

At some point, he found the evolution between the two women to be beyond the point of no return. Till then either of them could have reacted in shock at his appearance. He bided his time, drinking in the fabulous sight for as long as he could. On the on part was his sexy wife of many years, putting on a fantastic show of lovingness.

On the other part was this incredibly sexy young student from his department. He had lusted after for a while. Her clothes, her demeanor attracted him and the casual manner in which she leaned against him was not lost on him. He had taken to fantasizing about her and felt guilty at times, noting that his own daughter might not be too much older or different from Sheela.

And on at least one occasion he had fucked Nalini fantasizing about Sheela. Watching the research student peeling off her clothes had therefore proved an incredible turn on. The sculpted body was exciting. There was a time Nalini was similarly toned. But back then the professor was less aware sexually of the attractions of his wife.

When the two women buried their faces in each other's crotches he knew he had his chance. From where he was, he could see Sheela lying atop Nalini, her butt in the air, spread out. His wife was gobbling with large slurping sounds at the pussy and the young one, in an attempt to get as much of 'madam' into her, had spread herself as wide as she could.

He had dropped his trousers and moved close to where the women were.

Nalini noticed the naked man approaching from the corner of her eye and her initial reaction was to push away Sheela and get up. But then she saw it was her husband the professor. She immediately realized that if he was without clothes he knew exactly what was happening between her and his student and that he was not upset or startled.

She reached out and grasped his cock ever so gently. She let her head hang back from the edge of the bed and brought him to her lips.

Sheela gasped at the lack of attention but her face was still buried. Giving 'madam' pleasure gave her as much joy as her own pleasure. She loved the professor's wife so much.

As Nalini made an 'o' to catch the professor's cock in her mouth, it brushed past her lips as the professor directly mounted his student, prone as she was, with her ass jutting upward.

The pillar of his cock slid along his wife's lips ending with his balls at her lips.

The student screamed at the invasion in shock. She tried to get up but found that Nalini instantly crossed a leg over her back to hold her in place. Nalini was helping her husband fuck the student. The professor placed his hand on the small of Sheela's back and thrust hard, penetrating her as he intended to.

"Madam, there is a man here," came the started muffled voice of the student.

"It is only sir!" explained Nalini. Her lips became busy with the union of cock and cunt. She pleasured her husband by lipping his cock; she pleasured Sheela by tonguing her clit as before.

The girl gave up herself to the wild pleasure. She clung to Nalini's thigh, kissing the flesh hard and burying her face in the thigh. Her fingers sought and intertwined with Nalini's toes. She wound herself against the woman under her.

The professor held her hips and fucked hard. Sheela had not much experience with fucking. Her boyfriend had hardly given her the kind of pleasure she was getting here. She needed 'madam's' lips, and 'sir's' cock and she was getting both.

The professor, while considered a fuddy-duddy was endowed and experienced enough for the girl to be surprised. His cock reamed her fully and she felt prised open and stroked deeply. With her prone and face down; his cock touched her in places that gave her amazing pleasure. And her cunt was sealed with the loving lips of madam under her.

She gave herself in, fully to the pleasure of what the older couple was doing to her.

The manipulation his cock and the sheer excitement of his fantasy coming true caused the professor to nearly come. But Nalini sensed her husband's impending crisis. She pushed him away and instantly caught his cock in a strong grip to subdue his arousal.

Sheela sobbed in desperation when the fucking stopped and she looked back to see what had happened.

She rolled off 'madam' and lay on the bed with her legs spread and knees up. She signaled to the professor to mount her, calling him to her, yearning, pleading.

But Nalini would have none of it. She faced her husband and holding his cock, whispered to him, "This belongs to me. You cum in me. No one else," she hissed.

She turned to the girl on the bed.

"Your release is with me," she said. Heartlessly, she thrust her fingers into the cunt and fucked the girl mercilessly, attaching her lips to the cunt and sucking and licking ferociously.

The girl wept in pleasure and despair as she was denied the professor. The professor moved up to kiss Sheela and stroked her breasts to console her.

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Thinking that Nalini would not spot her as fer face was buried Sheela reached for the professor's cock. She stroked him. She formed on 'o' with her mouth leaving him in no doubt as to what she wanted to do.

The professor hoisted himself up and brought his cock to her face. He held her head as the young woman fed herself on his cock. The professor groaned and threw his head back in pleasure as the warm and wetness of her mouth combined with her tongue to milk him.

She may have seemed young and therefore a novice, but when it came to mouthing she seemed to know it all. She preferred to make her boyfriend cum by mouthing him than by letting him fuck her. It pleased him. She felt more secure from becoming pregnant.

Her boyfriend had taught her where he got his pleasure. Eager to please her professor Sheela held the pillar of the cock in her hand and a tight 'o' worked the head, finding the professor's particular pleasure-spot. The professor gasped at the deftness. He held her head and he fucked in short jabs. She suddenly took him all the way through to her throat.

And yet, she was nowhere near as skillful as Nalini but the excitement of who it was made it up for the professor and he was ready to cum. He could feel his release rising and he groaned and gasped. IT caught Nalini's attention. She looked up and found her husband covering the students face. She did not to explicitly see anything to know what was happening.

Clearly, she was not doing enough to engross the student. She found the cucumber they had used before as a dildo. Without the gentleness and care with of the first time, she rammed the thick trunk into Sheela's glistening, wet and open cunt.

Sheela was shocked by the brutal thrust and twisted and screamed onto the cock in her mouth. Her hands pumped him furiously. He felt he might cum. Knowing that his wife had asked for him to wait for her, the professor pulled back leaving the girl again, gasping for more. She tried to hold on to his cock and pump him to a finish. But the professor pressed down on his head and subdued his cock again.

Nalini clung to Sheela and it was very much a rodeo. The young girl clung to the professor, grasping his buttocks pulling him to her and unsuccessfully trying to get the cock back into her mouth.

The professor had one hand covering his cock, preserving himself for his wife and with the other gripping, caressing and fondling the girl.

The trio clung to each other, shaking, trembling and thrashing. Husband and wife, in reality wanted only each other. Every one else seemed a sexual tool now. It was slowly becoming apparent to Sunil, too, that he was but a catalyst in what was actually an unfolding drama between Nalini and the professor.

For the moment, though, the couple focused on the young woman pinioned between the wife - whose face and hands were at work between the student's legs - and the husband whose torso was in the grip of the sobbing student.

She was sobbing in pleasure and begging as it were, for the professor to give in to her. She wanted him. She had worshiped him for much of her research stint, dressing only to seduce the man. Now, here he was, within her grasp but holding himself back.

She could have taken him instead of that marauding cucumber that 'madam' was ramming in and out of her. She could have made him cum by making love with her lips and mouth. She instinctively knew how to, for he was her 'dream' man. She was looking at him beseechingly, even as her body gave in to the work of the professor's wife.

Holding him, Sheela came in torrents into the face and hands of the expert manipulator Nalini.

Nalini laughed in triumph as she watched the girl cling on to the professor and give up on finding his cock. She admired her husband for holding himself back from the girl.

Sheela bucked and thrashed and finished, drained as a slumped mass of flesh, subdued by the relentless actions of the 'madam'; through the slits of the eyes she watched as 'madam' watched her slow down. Nalini was streaked with her juices and with her hair flowing down and tousled looked more like a wanton temptress than a professor's wife.

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She looked toward the professor and watched his cock bobbing, hard as ever, awaiting its release.

She could barely move from the exhaustion she felt from the violent cumming. She wondered what it would take of her to actually conquer these two beautiful people. She wanted them both so much.

Nalini called her husband to her. The professor had shown himself to be worthy of the best of her attention. Such a beautiful attractive student and he still held out for her. Hair, face, lips and chin streaked with the fluids of the girl, she moved towards him. Some more fluids would do her no harm. She opened her mouth wide and closed it on the rock hard cock of the oh-so-patient man.

Sheela watched hungrily as the shaft disappeared into 'madam's' mouth. Even though she was unable to move from her exertions on release she felt hunger in the pit of her stomach. She could not however, separate her hunger for the man who she so admired from the desire for the luscious woman below that man.

As Nalini shimmied into a position her breasts, spread out flat on her chest and Sheela reached out lazily to caress those large nipples. And as she did so she found that Nalini's face and the professor's now-all-too-willing cock was within reach, too.

She caressed Nalini and stroked the cock as it slid in and out of those lips that had only just been sucking on her.

Nalini felt her husband swell and pushed him away. He had to cum inside her. He liked that. She wanted him to have that pleasure of a full release deep into her. She wanted to show Sheela and Sunil how she took him, how he belonged and how she fucked him like she would let no other fuck him. He was, after all, her husband of many years.

The professor positioned himself to mount his wife. But the grateful Nalini had different plans. She pulled him down and had him lay back, his cock ramrod straight in the air. Taking his hands to her breasts she climbed atop and shivered as he slid up her, filling her. She marveled at how her cunt felt full at his average sized cock compared to the impossible wide stretching and fucking the wrestler had rendered her.

He held her breasts in both his hands, holding her up, teasing and working her nipples. She bounced on him, fulfilling his permanent fantasy of his wife riding him to a finish.

Her eyes were radiant with pleasure as she felt the release of pent up desires. Sheela watched in wonderment at this woman nearly twice or more her age, moving with the agility of that she herself would have been happy to emulate.

She also looked in envy, the professor was fucking upward, and holding on to his erection and giving his wife every bit of the pleasure she clearly wanted.

Finally, willing herself to move, Sheela moved to kiss the professor. It was the first time that she kissed him on his lips, even though in her dorm fantasies everything started with the kiss in the hallway. Here, in real life, it was quite the other way round, the kiss came after her mouth and her pussy had been taken in every way. In the process she passed on his wife's juices and he possibly tasted a bit of his own self on her lips.

Then she proceeded to kiss him on his chest and rapidly moved down to where she found the union of the two, where Nalini's cunt was slapping on his belly and juices were flowing freely. She kissed and sucked as best as she could but without interfering. She tasted them both. She wanted more. But Nalini's hands were trying their best to push her away. When Nalini rose, Sheela inserted her hand around the cock. It reduced the extent of Nalini's descent onto the professor's cock.

In desperation, Nalini reached for the girl and lifted her up. She held her close, kissing her deeply and resumed her bouncing on her husband. The sight of the two women kissing, fondling and the excitement of the catch in his hands - one on his wife's large breast and the other on the student's hard breast - drove him higher and higher, till he exploded up into her.

She felt the surge and she heard him bellow. She left Sheela and concentrated on her husband. Sheela clung on to Nalini best as she could. Nalini concentrated on milking the spurting cock and taking her own pleasure. Timing it to perfect she thrust down on the cock between spurts. It had the effect of maximizing the professor's pleasure and each shot was hard and deep up, into her, where she liked it to slather and spread deep inside her.

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She laughed her own pleasure at his cumming - it seemed to enhance her own pleasure. She fucked down, again and again and again.

The professor softened faster than he normally might have leaving Nalini short of her full pleasure. She smeared herself on his rapidly dwindling crotch rubbing herself hard and fast on him. She quivered and shuddered as her pussy responded with tremors that gave her some of the pleasure she needed.

As she collapsed on top of her husband she kissed him deeply, leaving Sheela in no doubt that, even though stripped of all her clothing, smeared with their juices and watching the professor and the 'madam' completely nude in her presence, she was an outsider.

Man and wife, woman and husband clung to each other. They shivered, shuddered, trembled caressed and spent every little bit of juice that they had for each other.

Sheela sat and watched, the rank outsider. Spent as she had been, drained as she was, she felt a hungry vacuum between her legs. That spurting cock should have spurted in her, she felt. She wanted that man. The aching hunger between her legs belied the fuck-fest that had just gone by.

But the professor and his wife had eyes for no one. Not for the nude girl sitting like a Japanese tea drinker next to them. And Nalini had long forgotten the wide-eyed and desperate Sunil far away.

They drank and consumed each other as both Sunil and Sheela plotted their own next steps to pursue their own independent needs.

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Talk and Action Ch. 11

It was at a time when Sheela lay between Nalini's legs, resting back on her. She felt the soft breasts against her back and let the full weight of her body rest back and slump in comfort on the motherly warm woman who had just finished loving her, ever so tenderly.

"Do you mind?" asked Sheela reaching for her discarded jeans and pulling out a cigarette to light.

"You smoke?" asked Nalini, somewhat shocked.

"We all do. We smoke. We drink. We have boy friends. And," she added thoughtfully, 'we fuck."

At the use of the 'f' word, Nalini's hand protectively closed around the girl sitting between her legs, one hand on one breast and the other holding her lower tummy.

Smoking, fucking. She thought back to her own youth. All prim and proper with some serious limits on what was acceptable and what not. A glance or a smile at any one of the guys was a big deal. Pausing to exchange a sentence with any one was a major expression of romantic interest. And here was a contrasting generation.

"Fuck?" she asked Sheela.

They had just finished a serious bout of pleasuring in which once again, Nalini played the dominant, if maternal role. Sheela returned the favor, but only in small measure and Nalini was still on simmer, unsatiated.

But she had time during the day. She had a choice of lovers, and she was not excluding or counting out the lovely firm body of the young woman couched between her legs.

"Yup!" replied the young student, casually. "Mostly among friends. They are called 'fuck-buddies'. But most of the guys are a complete disappointment," sighed Sheela, pressing backward and rubbing herself against the warmth of the mature woman as if to contrast with the guys.

"Hey! Don't say that," said Nalini, idly lipping Sheela's earlobe and sending a shiver down that woman. These delicate touches and the ability to cum again and again and again were some of the things that the guys never could enjoy.

"Why?" asked Sheela.

"My nephew. He is in your age group. I don't think he is interested or into this sort of thing. And if he was, dashing young man that he is, he must be good," said Nalini protectively.

Sheela laughed. "That's like having a car and not knowing how to drive it. That is how most of these guys are," she said. The younger woman's mind drifted to her completely unsatisfying encounters with her 'fuck-buddy'; and then the contrast to the electrifying encounter she had with the professor and his wife.

Deeper for her, was that the threesome opened the door for her to approach the professor. She cornered him at the university office afterward and she had him to herself. In that threesome the professor and his wife had pleasured her, no doubt. But they kept the best of each other for themselves. And Sheela wanted to taste the best of the professor. That she got in his office. And she enjoyed the mature, measured pace of the man's loving.

It was a question of quality (with the professor) over quantity (with the fuck-buddies) who had the ability to go several rounds in the course of one night.

"None of these guys know anything about treating a woman," said Sheela, turning around and looking Nalini deep in the eye. "They don't know a thing about kissing," she said, nibbling at Nalini's lips the way she had been taught. "They don't know a thing about to arouse a breast before wanting to suck it," and she leaned down and weighed and gently kneaded the breasts as if to bring forth the milk before applying her lips to gently suck on Nalini's mammaries.

"And they definitely don't know how to do this," she whispered hoarsely as she sank between Nalini's now spreading legs. It was time to return the favor. She sucked and kissed and tongued Nalini, coaxing the lips open wide. Fingers slid in ever so gently, caressing the walls, willing them to yield their juices to the waiting woman between the legs.

And when Nalini was all jelly, she focused on fucking and tonguing the opening of the labia and the nub of flesh, fingers doing the work of stimulating her insides to give way.

Sheela proved a good student as Nalini groaned first, then screamed and finally shouted out her orgasm. She thrashed her cunt into the persistent mouth of the young woman as if to fuck back.

Sheela held Nalini's tummy gently down, as she had been taught to. Nalini beat against the body and every ounce of pleasure was release and she spent to a wonderful finish. Pulling up the woman between her legs, she kissed her fulsomely tasting her own juices in the process.

And Sheela whispered to her, "Teach all this to that young man if you are so worried or proud." She meant it as a tease. But the sudden surge in Nalini's breasts and the resurgent warmth between her legs told her something different.

And Then

All of this played in her mind when her eighteen-year old nephew came by. Sitting for hours with the Professor for his math coaching for which he came, the young man felt the need for a proper back massage. And who better than his aunt to provide him that relief.

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She had done that on many occasions but this time Nalini was conscious of Sheela's advice to her. In fact, she had been conscious of all that from the moment the young man stepped into the house. She noticed his body, his muscles and the bulge in his crotch.

When she entered the room to massage the back she found him lying on his tummy. Nalini was torn between desire and wanting the young, presumably virgin flesh and relief that he was not on his back so that she would be inhibited by the front of his body being open to her.

She straddled his back her hands pressing down jointly as she knew shiatsu was done. She worked quietly with not a word exchanged between them. Each was quiet for their own reasons.

She worked his lower back. And then steadily her hands moved up the spine. As she moved up, she shimmied her body up to reach farther up. At the angle needed to put weight on her hands she found after a while that her groin was against the young man's taut ass. It provided too much of a temptation for her. She ground her self on the flesh beneath.

It felt good. The relief her pussy needed came from the grinding indeed. She leaned forward again, hoping her nephew would not notice that it was intentional. She changed her angle, spreading her legs still sider so that her cunt lips would receive the full impact of her grinding. When she leaned forward the next time her lips splayed open and she massaged herself well.

The pleasure was so intense that Nalini forgot about being careful. She rocked back and forth, her movements slowly resembling that of a fucking woman and the effects on her pussy was as desired. She groaned... for the most part inwardly, but for some part it was audible.

A few more thrusts later she was completely without regard for the finer aspects of what she was doing. She humped without restraint and her moaning and groans become more audible, till in a shudder she spent... holding down on the boy's ass.

None of this was lost on Nikhil from the very beginning. He had felt her coarse hair through the think fabric of the nightdress. After a few more thrusts he knew for sure that his aunt was masturbating by grinding against his ass. The boy froze.

Reddened with pleasure and with the embarrassment of having let her physical needs get the better of her, Nalini fled the room, leaving as quietly as she had come.

Later

"I ran out of nightclothes," he mumbled.

"But how? You only just got here!" blurted out Nalini.

"Its dirty - just run the washing machine once more for me. It will dry by night" he said and ran off.

Nalini sighed and thought to herself, "Boys, boys, boys!" she went to the clothesbasket and pulled out the pajamas and her hand felt the sticky mess in them. She looked and saw the gobs of semen. The boy had done what all boys do: masturbate. She had no way of knowing it but it the boy had fantasized about his buxom aunt and imagined fucking her.

She was his fantasy woman, every time, regardless of where he was. And in her presence not only did she retain her prime position; he just had more of her to see and masturbated more often than he ever did otherwise.

Her cleavage, her damp blouse, her soaked armpits, her round rolling ass ... he imagined each of those parts of her and masturbated furiously. Already today, he had to adjust his pjs to find a dry area for his second and third rounds. By night he was surely going to need them again. He told his aunt only when he considered the situation unavoidable.

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But he never thought she would check. She did. And he had no way of knowing that his Nalini aunty was not the same one he met last time. Since then she was a woman unleashed. And that unleashed woman had lusted over him as much as he had lusted over her.

Nalini did not know how to manage her lust for Nikhil. Her husband's brother's son was family. And family was sacred.

Neither did Nikhil know how to get ahead with his lust for his aunt. His father's brother's wife. She was game. But what if she slapped him? And worse, reported him?

The boy in the house posed the additional problem of making it impossible for her to get any of the students to come and fuck her. It was a paradox: the more she needed the fucking because of the boy, the less she could get - also because of the boy.

Professor too spent additional time at home coaching the kid for that was the main purpose of his presence here. If she was going to be naughty, when would that be?

The bubbling cauldron between her legs made her restless, hot and flushed. She planned on fucking Professor, knowing that she wanted to test or explore the boy.

It was a question of guts and opportunity on both sides. Neither had any.

The next night when he heard her enter the room, he turned around. There was no doubt about what impact she had had on him. And any inhibition Nalini had was overcome by the sight of his wondrous cock.

It bobbed on its own weight. The boy gritted his teeth and clutched at the sheets tightly, as if doing so would absolve him of this display of lust.

"What is this?" gasped Nalini, feigning shock. She needed to test waters and make sure that nothing would go wrong if she succumbed to her feelings of lust. She liked what she saw. Large, heavy, strong, erect - and virgin.

"Nothing!" he gasped. He wished it would shrink. But as Nalini leaned forward towards him her breasts swung and he felt himself swelling more. He groaned.

"What?" she asked, severely.

He shook his head.

"IS this not why you needed your pajamas washed urgently?" she asked accusingly.

A drop formed on the head and flowed down as if in answer.

Nalini found herself involuntarily licking her lips as is she might have licked off that clear, viscous streak.

Unintentionally, Nikhil squeezed his muscles and the cock jerked. What was a drop became a trickle.

Nalini was frozen, leaning forward. Her breasts were visible to him, though the jutting nipples faded into the shadows within.

Lips hanging open she slid her mouth down on his cock. Her wide-open, wet mouth closed on the pillar of flesh. He shivered, "Auntie!" he cried out.

"Mmmph!" she whimpered, enjoying the helplessness and her own dominance. He held her head. It was all too brief -he was after all, a virgin. He spurted and she drew back. She let him shoot in the air - thick ropes. But knowing his needs she fisted his cock. She did let some cumming happen in her wet warm mouth, knowing the needs of the thrusting and flailing male lying in front of her. Between a combination of fist and mouth she let him finish, taking the edge off his desire.

When it ended and he groaned "I love you, auntie!" she knew he was ready for her own consumption.

The fountain of youth was a marvel she thought as she watched the undiminished cock. She would have liked to teach him to fuck her but her own pleasure was super-important at that moment. There was time enough for everything else.

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She waddled on to him and holding his cock, slick as it was with his own exertions and her saliva, sank on it. Instinctively, the boy grabbed his aunt's sumptuous breasts. She put her hands on his chest and raised her hips. She fucked down with concentration and rhythm.

He babbled about love, pleasure, marriage, running away and other nonsense. She ignored it all and concentrated on the cunt reaming the cock and cock ploughing the cunt. She knew all the angles she wanted.

She threw her head about. She held his hands to her breasts. She made him squeeze her hard - so hard he thought he was going to hurt his goddess. She made him treat her like a whore. When he sat up to suck her nipples, she forced him to bite on her.

Her breasts bore marks of his assault on her. Her saliva was everywhere as she let herself go.

He didn't cum in a hurry, just so soon after his first time. She came all through. Orgasm after orgasm washed over her and the woman starved of pleasure took it all. When she was so wet that they could feel nothing, she stuffed a sheet inside her and dried his cock. And when they were ready, she let herself drop all the way screaming in pleasure as he seared and stung her cunt.

"More, more, more!" she thought triumphantly.

"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!" he babbled as he felt himself boiling up to cum.

She opened her eyes and looked down at him. "Fill me!" she commanded. He spurted and thrust upward. She jammed down. It was animal and combative. Both thrust into each other as if to finish the other off.

She finished him. He came. He held her breasts. He sobbed and thrust. He drained. She rode him all through, her thighs quivering and her cunt a wet mess. She was not done. She felt like a new woman of monstrous appetite was inside her.

But when his cock depleted rapidly under her assault she collapsed on him. And they slept.

Later

She awoke before him. She noted that old or young, the man always slept, exhausted, spent and sated. Was it a cultural thing, she wondered that a woman had to get up? Arrange matters around the house? Look well kept? Get the lover moving? Get food ready for the husband? Or return home from the arms of the lover?

She glanced towards the youngster. His cock stood semi-erect, occasionally twitching. He seemed rejuvenated. Her limbs ached and she felt the thrust of his pounding upward even now, in a manner of speaking.

She decided to get up and go back to her husband's room. It was some where in the wee hours of the morning and she did not want the Professor to wake to find her missing. Worse, he might come looking.

She tried looking for her clothes but not everything was available. Somewhere in the tangle of sheets her bra and her petticoat were stuck. She found her blouse and her panties. Nalini got on her knees to crawl out of the bed.

No sooner had she got on all fours, she was startled by a sudden movement behind her. Hands roughly caught her and pushed her down, mounting her brutally from behind. She felt the weight of his body pushing her down on the mattress as she pancaked down. As she twisted herself she saw it was nephew.

"Don't go!" he growled, penetrating her swiftly and aggressively. The cock that had seemed semi erect a few minutes ago seemed full and loaded. He had seen her breasts swinging as she looked about and that was enough for him. When she kneeled and her cunt present an agape target, he moved with alacrity.

"Hey! Yaah!" yowled his aunt, as he plunged in. he was pleased with himself for finding the target easily. His aunt tried to move away but he had his hands on his hips and he forcefully hunted her down, mounting her with brutal efficiency.

She tried to get off the bed and he followed her, pressing down with each thrust till his aunt was spread-eagled like a frog. He was in her and in order to subjugate her completely he pulled back so he could thrust with greater vigor.

He left the smooth, silken, wet refuge of her cunt and both aunt and nephew gasped. Even though she was trying to escape, the sudden vacuum in her throbbing cunt caused despair. For the boy, missing his warm grabbing sheath was agonizing.

He grabbed Nalini's large buttocks and prised them apart, repositioning his slick cock for entry. In the poor light he aimed wrong, and with his limited skill he knew little. But his cock told him it had found a haven. It was a little tougher but with his thrusting determination he sank in.

His aunt howled in agony and pleasure, combined.

"Haaaaa!" she went. "Nikhil, you have invaded me!" she sobbed.

The boy paused. "But, but, but ..." he stammered, "We already did this before!"

"Aaah!" she wept. When she thrust back it was not because she wanted to but more because of her reflexive reaction.

The grip on his cock was super tight and the pleasure was intense.

"Waah" groaned the young man in satisfaction.

Nalini felt her anus stretched as Nikhil unknowingly took her virginity there. The cock was unrelenting in its ignorance. The stretching massaged her deep inside.