Romance My Experience with Love

[avsji]

After the bath both of us boys came out of the bathroom - naked and wet - for drying. Kajal clearly was enjoying this whole motherly, care-taking activity for the two boys. She wiped Sunil dry and then started to do the same to me. Sunil playfully bounced in the entire house, while his mother was busy with me. She spent more time on my privates and then finally she was done. Now came the clothing part. First up was Sunil - so, I sat waiting for my turn. While she was helping him with his half-pants, she playfully kissed his penis. Sunil was overjoyed. Before you jump to any conclusions, let me make it clear that it was a very loving and playful, motherly kiss. I have seen many women in India kissing their young sons’ penises, so, I think it is normal, whether you agree or not. When she was done with him, Kajal turned to me.

"I also want a kiss…" I demanded.

"I thought you would…" she teased.

"So?" I again demanded.

"You will get your kiss." she smiled and sat in front of me. She took my penis in her hand and planted a rather un-motherly kiss on it. On Sunil’s, it was only a peck, but on mine, she pasted her lips really snug. Then, she pulled its foreskin back and stroked its glans with her tongue. I was instantly in heavens. She then detached and mouthed ‘later’ to me. She then took out clothes for me to wear but I refused.

"Someone is not in mood to wear any clothes today?" she teased pleasingly. I simply smiled. She said further, "Okay - come now, we will eat."

All three of us ate peacefully, occasionally cracking jokes, and sometimes laughing at my nakedness, and finished the breakfast soon. Then she went out to drop Sunil off to his college and return in half an hour. I spend that time reflecting on the events thus far. I was still very much naked when she returned, which seemingly pleased her very much. She asked me to sit on the bed and proceeded to clean up the house. After another half an hour, she returned with a plate full of Pears, which reminded me of her breasts. As she peeled pear for me, I longed to feast on her tasty, fresh nipples. She tasted a piece of fruit before she offered it to me.

"It is very sweet!" she promised.

I opened my mouth signaling her to feed me, which she did. Since lots of new things were revealed to me about Kajal’s life, I thought I should weigh in with my thoughts too. I told Kajal about my own childhood and how my mother used to breastfeed me till a very advanced age. She smiled and may have made appreciative comments about why I have turned out to be such a strong and handsome young man. She also told me that she was disappointed because Latika, her daughter did not seem to like breastmilk anymore and was more in to solid foods. But she told me that Sunil had found a new interest in breastmilk and that she feeds him. That is the reason she is continuing to make milk. I told her that she does not have to worry about it anymore, because she now had a new mouth to feed.

I said that and asked her to get up, and I sat on the edge of the bed. She stood there at the edge, looking at me, unsure. I reached out and holding her waist, pulled her in a tight embrace. I felt a familiar tremble arising in her. Next, I pulled the pallu of her saree down till she was standing there clad only in her blouse and petticoat. I could see the string of her petticoat tied together at her left side - that had to go eventually, I thought. But before that, her upper body had to be stripped naked. I started to unbutton her blouse.

"Not now, please!" she pled, “I have to go to other houses as well for work.”

Her protest did not sound serious at all, so I pretended not to hear.

"I am hungry…"

"You are always hungry… and your nunu is hard too... always hard..." Kajal replied, noticing the erection I was sporting, "Very hard."

But she did not move as I continue to unbutton her blouse and slip it off her shoulders.

"Mommy is so beautiful," I compliment as I let my eyes drink the sight of her cleavage.

"I am not your mother," she interjected, with a hint of complain.

I did not comment and continued what I was doing.

"No way, don’t you dare." she hissed pleasantly, not really complaining, as I unhooked her bra.

She seemed a little shy, because it was broad sunlight and yet something in her voice told me that she was happy that I continued my ministrations to her womanhood. She seemed happy that I was looking at, and desiring and admiring, her body and her essence as a woman. Soon the bra was gone. Unrestrained, her breasts parted from each other. Her nipples stood erect in anticipation. I also noticed goose bumps around her areola. I instinctively moved my hands to place them on each breast. Perhaps Kajal was already prepared for such a move for she did not move away from me. To feel every part of her breast under my touch was like heaven on earth. Her eyes were closed as I enjoyed her. She was beautiful… like a Goddess!


I pulled her slightly nearer to me and lead my head down to kiss her flesh. She lovingly caressed my cheeks whilst I kissed and suckled her breasts. There was so much tenderness in her touch that I melted.

"Just… a little bit. Okay?" she nervously tried to draw limit to my freedom on her body.

She herself knew that the floodgates were opened, and her admonitions will not work. I started savoring her delicious milk. She let me use my lips as I wished, wherever I wished, without any further complaints, without any restraints, showering me in return with unspoken love. I felt extreme weight of emotion, so much so that the feelings almost dribbled out of the corner of my eyes. My penis, huge and upright must have warned her of my intentions. However, it felt that she did not really care. Finally, her breasts were empty.

"Sit on me... with your legs on each side of me," I instructed.

"Like this?" she asked as she climbed onto my lap. She rested her knees, spread widely apart, on the mattress, on each side of my thighs. I felt her buttocks settling down onto my thighs as I pulled her head towards me.

"Yes… like that." I confirmed, before kissing her lips. She was shocked by my move. She looked at me strangely.

"We shouldn’t do it…" she started her mild protest, her hand moving wantonly over my chest down to my stomach. My hands found and squeezed her buttocks.

"It is so big!" she exclaimed, as her hand moved over my penis. Her petticoat was proving a hindrance. So, she lifted its hem higher so that she could sit properly.

I continued to feast on her breasts - kissing, nibbling and still sucking them, alternating between the two at will. I was fully aroused by that time. Kajal was also enjoying, oblivious of anything, as my mouth was busy titillating her sensuous body part.

My erection was looking directly at her crotch. I had already noticed her discomfort wearing that petticoat, so, I reached and undid the string of petticoat. She must have felt the sudden slack at her waist and that must have alarmed her. But before she could act, I slipped the piece of cloth down her buttocks. She tried to hold it in its place, but I pulled it with so much force that she almost fell backwards. It was easy to slide it down her legs after that. Kajal was now completely naked in front of me - for the record, Kajal was the first, unrelated woman who got completely naked in front of me - for the first time. She wore no panties.

She looked at me with a bit of more curiosity, which resembled that of a mischief. She faced me, and said jokingly,

"If I were an unmarried girl, I would have married you right now!"

"Married you by now" was her way of putting modestly her desire to be fucked.

She continued with a smile, "… but it is too late for that!"

Saying this she pulled away and alighted from my lap and allowed her petticoat to drop completely. I started to pull her towards me again, but she stopped me,

"No. Please listen to me for a while." I waited. "You know, I don’t even feel ashamed standing nogno in front of you."

I pulled her again.

"Wait! Amar please. Please listen to me… I am married, so this (indicating her vagina) belongs to my husband. But that does not mean that we can not help you…" and saying this, she pressed her breasts from the sides, so that the space between them resembled that of any fuckable area.

"Do it here… between them. I want to see you while you do it."

I understood her meaning and lay her on the bed and proceeded to straddle her. I had to do it any which way - inside a woman, or outside of a woman. She pressed her breasts together to receive my penis. My fully engorged penis was close to her face. She gave it a small peck and nodded her head for me to proceed and I complied. This experience itself was fantastic for me. The little tunnel between her two squeezed breasts (close to her chest) was warm, and was lubricated with her natural skin-oil. I inserted my penis inside the tunnel and started the in-and-out motion. I now know that it was very different from how it feels inside of a vagina, but that was more than exciting for me then! I must have pushed in and out of this crack for about 30-40 times and started to feel a build-up inside my testicles.

"It is coming… it is coming… it is…" I announced in a broken voice, and thrusting.

"Don’t worry… just keep doing it." She encouraged me.

So I did. Another 5-6 thrusts and I exploded. My seeds flew in the air and accurately shot on her mouth and nose. She was kind of startled, still she held her ground. A few more strokes and I stopped. I was completely satisfied and happy.

"Thank you…" I said smiling, "… thank you very much. Thank you thank you thank you…"

I stayed on the bed for about ten minutes, trying to catch my breath. In the meantime, she got up, wiped the semen off her nose and mouth, washed her face and came back to the bed. She stood at the edge, looking at me. I saw her looking at me.

"Thank you so much, Kajal. Thank you! You have changed my life."

"Am I your first?" she asked a question, of which she knew the answer already.

"Yes." I lied.

She smiled satisfied and pleased, "Good. One day you will make some girl very happy!" and then as if to coming back to her senses, "… now tell me what you will eat for lunch?"

[avsji]

After that day, Kajal and I bonded well together had a very close relationship. You will be surprised to know that our relationship was based more on mutual respect and trust than on sexual proximity. Kajal exerted so much positive influence on me. I told her about my childhood, and how I liked to be naked, to which she encouraged me to continue doing. It was funny that whenever she saw me wearing any clothes, she would simply walk to me, and strip me down and then be happy.

She also never forgot to kiss my penis - it had to be kissed at least twice every day, exactly how she did for Sunil! This routine was only broken when my parents or some other guests came to visit me. It was true that she did not allow me to have access to her vagina - any kind of access - and I too never tried to force myself on her. I however had complete access to her other body parts. I once bought a sexy lingerie set for her to wear. She was surprised, shocked and happy! She occasionally wore them (only them) when she was at my place. She was really amused by my desire to suckle her milk, and she never stopped me from sucking her breasts. Whenever I wanted, which was like all the time, all I needed to do was to unbutton her blouse and latch on. She also felt some level of rights on me - she allowed (and to a large extent expected) me to be naked in front of her. I would often walk in the kitchen while she was working and stand there naked. Whenever I was naked, she never missed to touch, caress, and kiss my penis. She also did not hesitate to masturbate me and allow me to titty-fuck her when she had more time at hand.

Kajal also started to sleep for 3-4 times a month at my house, and each time I too slept along with her and her children. I do not know how her husband felt about it; I never asked about him and she never said anything. She usually tried to keep our growing closeness from Sunil, but one night, when we were preparing to sleep, I too joined him. Sunil was on her left, while I was on her right side. As soon as I lay down, I started to unbutton her blouse. She was scandalized and kept saying hushed no-no’s, but I stopped only when her breasts were completely bare. Then Sunil and I happily and leisurely feasted on those fantastic mounds. To Kajal’s comfort, he thought that it was only normal that I too suckled his mother’s breast. His only objection was that I was able to take more of her breast in my mouth, which he thought was an unfair advantage of being older.

After that night, when we slept together, Kajal and I used to be mostly naked. Sometimes, when Kajal came to my house, she would straightway come to me, sit in my lap, and thrust her breast in mouth before she did any housework. Once she had fed me my fill, she would start her daily work. Overall, my life with Kajal was very happy. She was a matron, a friend, a lover, and a companion too. Since I never hid anything from my parents, especially from Ma, I told her about Kajal and our relationship. Ma was bit uncomfortable hearing about all this and asked me to be careful. She told me that because Kajal was a married woman, what we were doing was really an adultery, which should not happen.

Cautioning me aside, when Ma met Kajal, she was very pleased: Kajal touched both my parents’ feet and spoke in very civil manner. She also felt sad for her that such a well mannered and woman had to work in other people’s house because of poverty. They became instant friends. It is worth noting that there is not much age difference between Ma and Kajal. Ma was probably only three years older than her. All of us found it funny when Kajal would address her as ‘Ma ji’ and me as ‘bhaiya’. One evening, since I had gone too long without feeding, when Kajal came inside my room for cleaning, I caught hold of her hand started to fuss with her blouse. I knew Kajal too must be hurting; she had started to make more milk since I started to feed, so it must have been difficult for her too. I knew she wanted to do it too but was worried about what Ma would say.

While we were discussing and debating in hushed manner about what will Ma ji think, Ma came inside the room and said,

“Kajal beta, please feed him. I have already told this idiot that I do not object to what you do… and I know your breasts too must be hurting now. So, it is okay.”

“See, it is okay!” I emphatically repeated what Ma said to Kajal and proceeded to hastily unbutton her blouse.

Poor Kajal could do nothing but to sit helplessly and sometimes laugh shyly and other times hide her face behind her hands, as I breastfed from her and Ma watched with great amusement. Indeed, Kajal was hurting. I used to take about 3-4 minutes to empty her one breast of milk, but that day I took close to eight minutes. To make Kajal comfortable, Ma removed her blouse, started to massage her neck and near her shoulder blades, and engaged her in little chit-chat, as if it was one of most ordinary thing to do under the circumstances. Slowly, Kajal relaxed.

“Kajal beta, I am so thankful to you that you take such good care of my son.” Ma said kissing her forehead. It was her real affection. I sometimes wonder whether Ma could ever get angry over anything!

“Ma ji… I have not met anyone like you in my whole life. You are so affectionate. It is not surprising that bhaiya too is so affectionate and so pure in heart.”

Hearing my praise, I started to suckle with enthusiasm, which may have hurt her.

“Aaaoooo… but Ma ji, recently, he has become a badmash (naughty)…” Kajal complained pleasantly.

I pressed a bit hard on her nipple; Kajal winced.

“Badmash? Kaise (how)?” Ma asked.

I was wearing a pajama with an elastic band on the waist. Kajal knew I was not wearing anything underneath. She slipped it down. I could not have imagined that Kajal could any such thing, so, I was not ready for it. I was erect.

“Ye dekhiye (See this)!”

“Ye? Ohhh! Ha ha!” Ma laughed, “Tum to sach me bade ho gaye beta (You have really grown, son)!”

Ma came close to me to have a closer inspection. After some time, she playfully slapped my one buttock.

“He became a badmash because of you, beta. But I would request you to kindly keep doing what you two are doing. I will keep you safe.”

Later Ma told me that after meeting Kajal she understood why I liked her so much. She told me that she would protect me and Kajal both before anything bad could happen. But she also added that I must find a girlfriend who is unattached.

[avsji]

Guys... please let me know your views and feedback about this story.
If you like it (I have posted a big enough chunk of the story for your feedback), I will continue.
If you don't like it, or if I do not get any response from you, then I will stop it.
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[masfin007]

Bhai this is the most awesome story ever.

[avsji]

Wow! So many and so many large updates.... and just one response!
My thread really is a pariah. Guess, I must read the writing on the wall, and stop this story at once.
Thank you all... for nothing.

[Doom]

Guys... please let me know your views and feedback about this story.
If you like it (I have posted a big enough chunk of the story for your feedback), I will continue.
If you don't like it, or if I do not get any response from you, then I will stop it.
It is as simple a trade between us    

Good writing skills

[frank00ch]

Wow! So many and so many large updates.... and just one response!
My thread really is a pariah. Guess, I must read the writing on the wall, and stop this story at once.
Thank you all... for nothing.

Wow Super Duper story please continue... You will get replies with time as ...More people read

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One of the best stories in recent times, don't feel bad and don't stop , people here aren't used to anything existing these days here with so many unfinished stories and no hope of any updates, its a wonderful story though keep going don't stop.

[Himanshu1979]

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[avsji]

Bhai this is the most awesome story ever.

Thanks, bhai!

[avsji]

Wow Super Duper story please continue... You will get replies with time as ...More people read

Thank you for your comment. 
I know replies etc. won't come on this story. I don't expect it now.
Something has changed in people... they simply love incest, and that too with their mothers.
Guess, most want to be motherfuckers.

[avsji]

One of the best stories in recent times, don't feel bad and don't stop , people here aren't used to anything existing these days here with so many unfinished stories and no hope of any updates,  its a wonderful story though keep going don't stop.

Thank you so much for your kind appreciation.
Unfinished stories might be a direct result of readers' action.
Like in my case, if I do not get any encouraging response, should I be faulted at stopping the story?

[avsji]

Sir best story I have read on this forum Just continue this story

Thank you. I will post a few more updates, and see how readers react.
If I keep getting a cold shoulder, I think I would stop wasting my time.

[avsji]

Good writing skills

Thanks! What about the story?

[avsji]

Later Ma told me that after meeting Kajal she understood why I liked her so much. She told me that she would protect me and Kajal both before anything bad could happen. But she also added that I must find a girlfriend who is unattached.

 
 
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Kajal too was in complete agreement with Ma’s point of view. She saw herself as more of my caretaker… a big sister if you will. So, she took it on herself to find me a suitable match. She often used to tell me about the suitable girls in houses where she worked or from her network. Her efforts seemed cute to me, but I asked her to stop… for I might have found one for myself. The first woman, whom I could even begin to consider as my girlfriend, was a foreigner - a Brazilian. Even more interesting was the fact that she was also a woman who I never met in person. Her name was Gabriela (Gabi) Sousa. We had a chance meeting on one of the very primitive chat rooms at that time. That was when I was in the last year of my engineering. The engineering college had a well-kept computer center, which not many people used. It had good internet connectivity, although you needed to book in advance and pay for it. Since the fee was not too much, I could afford it. Some people used it, and mostly for chatting related activities.
 
When I graduated and started my new job, I invested in a new personal computer and internet connection (really a dial up connection, which as excruciatingly slow, unreliable, and damn costly around that time). My parents could not really make any head or tail of it, but I found it useful as many of my friends had found jobs overseas (USA, Canada and Europe) and it was fun to be able to talk to them at the same time despite them being in different time zones. They were my coach and guide when it came to the ‘cutting edge’ of the technology. They told me about the chat rooms’ concept, which I think was based on Java? People who know this kind of stuff can tell better. But I was able to afford this luxury because my job paid well, and I hardly had any expenses. Anyway, so I met Gabi during one the chat room related to India. There were hardly any chat rooms related to India then, and I was curious to see what was being discussed on it. What caught my eyes was an intelligent discussion lead by one of the foreigner girls (during those days, people did not really use aliases much and it was way more easier to know about each other just by their screen names).
 
When we think of Brazil, we think of a country where women wear skimpy bikinis and even show-off their bodies, especially during the world-famous Carnival. We all have seen those bizarre costumes, haven’t we? But it would come as a surprise to all my readers here that contradicting Brazil’s hyper-sexualized global image is rather unknown conservative social underpinning. Some observers rightly noticed the ‘great paradox’ that Brazil is - it is the land of carnival (who has not seen those videos of scantily dressed women), dental-floss bikinis, and plastic surgery. But Brazil is also a place where many traditional attitudes and values persist. I will now digress slightly from the topic, so that I am able to better present my understanding about Brazil and her people. Brazilians are predominantly a mix of three races - indigenous Indians, European settlers, and African slaves. During the recent times, these three races mixed and blended, and therefore they are more open about race-mixing than any other part of the world. Despite that liberal attitude towards race, there is surprisingly an underlying racism. Reports indicate that dark skinned people are less likely to be employed, therefore, are more likely to be poor. But that aside, one thing that seems to bind them all is their love for music and dance. Most of the Brazilians start learning to dance since a very young age.
 
Okay, I have digressed from the main topic, and should come back to Gabi. She was extremely fascinated by India, her idea and almost anything related to the country. In that zeal, she even joined the Hare Krishna sect, when they set up their shop there. Of course, after that association, her knowledge about India and Hinduism grew tremendously. But her knowledge was very orthodox and kind of outdated. I thought I could also tell a thing or two to her and at the same time can have an ‘international’ friend. In the first few conversations, I could see that she was very intelligent. She had keen observation and amazing ability to develop insights. I liked her mind, her knowledge about India and the different parts of her culture. I liked her stand on several issues and the way she looked at things.

Her questions on several religious topics and her stand on them were the most productive times that I ever spent on the internet. Searching and exploring answers to her questions challenged me intellectually. I will be honest to you – I had a strong desire to be able to see her. But somehow, I just fell short of asking her for her photos. But then, barring the initial few days, I stopped caring about how she looked (she never voluntarily shared her photos at the beginning anyway). I was completely fascinated by her intelligence. Sure enough, I too caught her attention. She shared her email with me, and we started to exchange emails and found that she had a good sense of humor too.

[avsji]

I told her about my experiences living in India, our ways, practices etc. While studying, I was able to visit many nearby hillsides and mountains and I used to share those with her along with the stories from my journeys. I used to scan those images and email them to her. It used to take a lot of time to scan, copy and email, but it was fun. She told me that she would finish her masters level education at the same time as I would finish my bachelors level, and that was hoping to enroll for PhD, hopefully in some good Indian university, because she wanted to pursue research related to Indian culture. Because she was further along in education than me, I knew that Gabi would be at least two or three years older to me. It did not matter to me anyway, because by that time I was aware of my affinity towards women who were older than me. It must have something to do with my over attachment with my Ma. It must have taken her about six months before she finally shared her photos with me. I had already sent her my photos from my travel. She was about twenty-five years old, white female. Her built was athletic and petite - she had a cute pair of 34B sized breasts (this I came to know later… much later) and an equally cute ass. Although she was of small frame as compared to me, it did not really bother me - I was sucked in by the appeal of her personality… and anyway, it was not like we were going to meet - was it? But we continued to share our stories and images when I started my job. There was not much use of that internet anyway. She was very happy to know that I had started my first job and used to ask me regularly about how I was doing, and whether I was liking it.

 
This time we started to discuss about more personal things. She told me that she came from a rather financially constrained family, and that she had to work very hard to get her education. She could not find the love and care from family that we take so much for granted. Her mother discouraged her for any attempts, be them educational or entrepreneurial and even derided for her pale, thin looks. This initially came as a major shock to me. But later I found out that just as in India, Brazilian social fabric is also leaning towards males. There is major inequality of gender there - women earn only two third of males’ average salaries, and people favor the male children. I told her that the things were same in India as well and that too came from a modest family. But because I was a single child, I may have had it a bit easy. Also, the fact that my education expenses were less, my parents would afford it. But now I had a good job that paid well, and I was happy with it, I can help my parents in living some of their dreams.
 
Gabi was happy to know all that and wished that she too could do something like that. But she had a strong desire to pursue a PhD, to which I encouraged her to pursue. I told her that if she does not do it, she may regret that decision later. I also encouraged her to come to India and live with me. What are friends for if we can not help each other? Right? I don’t know what she made out of my offer, but she told me that all of these acts of derision from her family, and especially from her mother, took heavy emotional toll on her. Her major outlet for emancipation came in form of sex. She made erroneous judgment calls in finding men, who always wanted just one thing - sex! She too freely gave it to many people and now she repented doing that. Loveless lovemaking is always futile. I would not say that I was not a bit disappointed initially, but when I came to know more about their culture and Gabi’s situation, I understood. And slowly that feeling evaporated. I told her that she should not worry about petty things. Love matters a lot.
 
In her reply, she said that with me she felt different. She told me that I had liberal mindset, was a good listener, and a very assured and accomplished person for my age. I agreed with most of her assessment. I offered to become her boyfriend, which she gladly accepted. So, we started to have a relationship, which was based on mutual trust, respect, and friendship, and was blooming on the internet. We exchanged very long e-mails, sometimes we even wrote postal mails. We even spoke with each other on ISD calls – that act quickly made me poorer by almost a quarter of my monthly salary, but it was all worth it. She has a sweet voice. We grew to become more comfortable with each other. In one of her postal mails, she shared a few photos in which she was wearing two-piece bikinis, and promised me more, but only when we met in person (was that even possible?).
 
Before long, we started to refer to each other as lovers, and started to share several intimate details. She once began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex, and indicated that she wanted to have it with me. Gabi told me that she had been celibate since the time we started our little online love affair - this is what she told me, and I trusted her. In Brazil people are very open about their love life; if they say something, they say it because of good faith and mostly tell the truth… in other words, they talk about love and sex, because they mean it. And Gabi meant to do it with me!

[avsji]

But what could we do? It was around this time that Ma and Kajal were kind of pressuring me to find an ‘unattached’ girlfriend of my own age. I thought at least at the emotional level, I had bonded strongly with Gabi. I told her that, and she too agreed. She told me that she felt more stable emotionally after she started to talk to me, and in her heart, she considered me her soulmate. I did a little something for her. I got one classy nude shot taken by a professional photographer and posted it to Gabi. In the photo I was sporting a strong, blood-gorged, raging erection, so that she understood how I felt about her. In my latter, I told her that I will make love to her with passion. To which she agreed that I would. She also told me that my penis was more than adequately endowed for her, and that many people in her own country were not as lucky as I was to have such a beautiful manhood. I am sure she added the last bit to make me feel good, because I had read somewhere that Indian men had smaller penises as compared to their westerner counterparts. She told me that she loved my penis’ color; cinnamon is how she described it and hoped that it tasted as good as fresh cinnamon!

 
Since we were talking about colors of our private parts, it gave me enough courage to ask her the color of her nipples and vagina. I hoped that she did not categorize me for another of that sex-greedy line of men that she met. She told me that she laughed heartily for a long time after reading my desire. She told me that she thought I was not interested in more intimate aspects of her. She also encouraged me to ask her anything without being shy or hesitating, because everything that she had was mine… and that she wanted to be naked with me, to dance for me, and to dance with me, naked. She hoped that one day she was able to do all that and more. And then she wrote that the color of her nipples and her vagina was that of salmon and told me that she was being shy writing all this to me.
 
After that, in my communications, I always asked her how my salmons were doing, and if she was taking good care of them for me! She always laughed at that reference, which was a kind of code-word for us. She once told me that once imagined cinnamon stick in a salmon flesh and fantasized how my penis would thrust into her warmth. Sometimes, she became very philosophical in her communication. These were the effects of yet another round of ridicule that she suffered at the hands of her mother. She said that she told her mother about ‘us’ and her desire to be with me. She showed her mother my photos - all of them, including that in which I was naked, sporting a prominent erection (I still fail to understand why she did that!). according to Gabi, her mother liked me but told her that she was no match for a solidly built man like me, and she even suggested that perhaps I was looking for an easy romp with a ‘white woman’ (as most Indian men desired white flesh). She humiliated her further by telling her that my penis would tear her. This was such an intimate insult that Gabi became dull and resorted more into her inner cocoon. It took me a lot of persuasion, in email, postal mail, and even a couple of phone calls for her to start coming out of shell again. While chatting with me, she told me all about it and remarked that her position in my life was as that of Radha in Krishna’s life: to be loved and then to be forgotten. It was such a heartbreaking remark. I honestly did not think so. I told her that she had my lifetime of love, and if possible, even marriage, is she was up to it. She was delighted at the suggestion.
 
At that juncture, I upped my ante and encouraged her to pursue PhD. I took it upon myself to help her realize her dream. I used whatever resources I had (some of my senior colleagues were well connected) and got her enrolled in the research program and even a small scholarship in one of the best universities of India. They even accommodated her despite being a bit late in the academic session, a concession granted because of her foreign student status and because PhD usually takes a long time and also because Gabi had already published a paper on a related topic. Professors in this university were convinced that she would be able to produce a quality research and that she deserved scholarship.
 
Thus, with a little bit of effort from our side, our destiny played its hand and soon, Gabi was all set to come to India to pursue her PhD. I told to her that she must live with me - a position that was non-negotiable. I also offered her financial help, but she declined saying that she has a scholarship, and she should manage within her means. She added that I was offering her a place to live was a great help. I was slightly disappointed, but since I had succeeded in persuading her to live with me, was a big win. Gabi was extremely happy with my offer to live with me at my house, and gleefully accepted it. My flat was big… too big for just one person. My parents were rare visitors, so it would be nice to have a permanent company!

[avsji]

Gabi was to arrive on one Friday night, which suited me best and gave her a weekend to get her acclimatized to Indian climate. It is never easy for foreigners, wherever they may come from. I was there to receive her at the airport. I remember long agonizing wait (I hate waiting for people at the railway stations or at the airport) before she appeared in the aisle!

 
Gabi was as slim as her photos suggested. She had dark auburn hair tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a thin off-white shirt and a pair of light-blue denim jeans. It was easy to notice her black bra from her shirt. She clutched the handle of her suitcase protectively. Her face had a startled, anxious expression - not surprising for she was out of her country for the first time and experiencing India could be a daunting task for anyone new. Her eyes swept quickly around her. She was not carrying too many bags. I understood how hard it was for her to manage everything on her own, and I had a hard time in convincing her to come to India in the first place. I assured her that as her ‘better-half’, I had rights to help her and if she wished, she could always pay me back. I pursued that line for several weeks, and then only she agreed. She even asked me how much I paid my maid, so that she could take her place and get paid for that work! I told her that I loved my maid very much and would not like to let her go! That poor girl was so unsure that she was not able to decide whether coming to India was the right thing to do, despite proclaiming that we were lovers. Anyway, it was good that I had broken through and finally, my wait was over. 
 
I felt a warm glow wash over my face as soon I saw her. I broke into a wide smile and called to her,
 
"Gabi! Here!" I waved frantically to get her attention.
 
The moment she saw me, her face lit up and she started to run towards me.
 
"Honey!!" she screamed. Her voice was heavily accented. She looked like a shipwrecked sailor about to be rescued. Relief, joy, excitement replaced the terrified expressions.
 
"Honey!" she repeated as I rushed up to her. How emotional she had become seeing me!
 
So much love! I knew I too loved her so much! Almost screaming she ran towards me, leaving her luggage trolley behind and jumped on me. I lifted her in my embrace - in a way that her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. What happened next was slightly embarrassing for me as everyone was watching. She planted her mouth on mine and started to kiss me hard, with open mouth! I took a few seconds to recover from this assault and then I responded. I too gave her deep French Kiss. I was clasping her around the waist and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, moving my lips and sucking my tongue into the heated pit of her mouth. I had not kissed anywhere close to this intensity in my whole life, and it had an obvious effect. My penis started to harden. People around were looking at us amusingly, and curiously, some were surely thinking that we were a married couple.
 
"Gabi….?"
 
"Hmm mmm?" she was lovingly looking into my eyes - she looked way more beautiful than how she looked in her photos.
 
"You look ravishing! And I am so happy that you are here with me!"
 
"My Heart! Everything that I have is yours. Please believe me that I don’t ask you of anything in return… Just your love…"
 
"Gabi, you’re a gift… from God! And I love you so much!!"
 
We must have exchanged many more sweet pleasantries, most of which I don’t remember right now. But finally, we broke our embrace and gathered her luggage from the trolley, hauled them to the parking, and put them in my car. I usually drive fast, but that day, I wanted that drive to last. I drove slowly. A light, romantic music was playing on my car’s stereo, which she also seemed to enjoy. She touched me lovingly during the drive. She always admired how I looked and how strongly I was built. Today she did not want to let go of the opportunity to feel the muscles of my arms, chest, and thighs. When she touched my thighs, it tickled - partly in response to her touch and partly in anticipation of what she would do next. I hoped that she would feel my penis, and she did not disappoint. As if reading my mind, her palm reached over my penis,
 
"My cinnamon…" she said, smiling. It was already hardening.
 
"Do you want to be free of this stupid fabric?" she was not talking to me; she was talking to ‘it’ now.
 
I wanted something like this to happen. She unzipped the zipper and reached for the flesh through my underwear. In a matter of seconds, her hand freed my penis, and it felt the cold from the air-conditioner. Gabi gasped looking at my rigid, fully erect penis for the first time in the flesh. It stood straight up from my crotch, the foreskin was stretch a bit backwards and its head was gleaming wetly with my pre-cum, fully erect and hard as a railroad spike. She wrapped her palm and fingers around the shaft, as if to gauge its thickness.
 
"Do you know honey," she started; her voice clearly hoarse with sexual excitement, "… you have much more than what I can handle. My vagina is tiny as compared to this… monster…" she was talking and squeezing and milking my penis at the same time.

[avsji]

I was already at the height of my sexual tension. I had not masturbated for the past 3 days, as I was ‘saving myself’ so that I could ‘perform’ well with Gabi. But now the same was giving me trouble. There was real danger of ejaculating soon, while I wanted to take a lot of time before doing that. I stopped the car and parked it on the curb.

 
"Gabi, if you do not stop it soon, I will come in your hand."
 
"Is that so, honey? Good!" saying that, she leaned and took my penis in her mouth.
 
She started to suck and tug alternately, and slowly, as any fast friction will bring about an immediate ejaculation, and she knew it. The warmth of her mouth of my penis, and the sweet erotic service made me swoon with pleasure. I was hanging in there by sheer willpower. I somehow found a secluded spot and stopped the car. Gabi worked slowly and gently extending the moment for me. She herself was aroused by the animal smell emanating from my sack. She pulled the skin back and tickled my glans using her tongue as she continued to suck. She sucked lovingly until she knew that I was about to explode. It came too quickly. The first spurt began inside her mouth, and she continued to suck. She did not choke, and continued sucking - emptying it, and even drying it completely, and then she pulled away.
 
"Was it good for you, honey? You liked it?" she asked.
 
Liked it! God! I was floating. I just nodded, smiling. It took me some time to regain my senses and breathing before I started to drive again.
 
When we reached my house, it was late at night. Obviously, Kajal had already gone; she had cooked a few special dishes as per my request and kept them neatly in microwavable containers for reheating later. My flat was at the top floor, which was really the third floor. It had nice vista of the neighborhood, and the breeze came inside easily and with plenty of Sun and rain. The openness of my flat was a problem in summers, and fantastic during other seasons. We got her stuff inside the house and I carried it inside the second room for her, while she waited in the hall. She was still waiting and standing when I returned.
 
"Oh, Gabi!" I exclaimed, "Where are my manners? Please sit down. Be comfortable."
 
She laughed and said, "No honey! Please don’t be formal. I am just amazed at how you have decorated and maintained this place! It looks beautiful!"
 
"I will convey this compliment to Kajal!" I said smilingly. Gabi knew about Kajal and her influences over me. Of course, I did not give her the full account of Kajal’s ‘intimate influences’ over me. That was for later.
 
"Please sit!" I continued.
 
"Honey, I would like to take a bath first. It has been such a long journey. I am too tired and smelly."
 
"Oh sure! The bathroom is just besides the hall. If you want to use the toilet, use the other door. But we don’t use toilet tissues… we use water-spray." I added laughingly.
 
Gabi winked at me, "I know as much! Ha ha." and proceeded towards the bathroom. She swiftly began to unbutton her shirt, as if she was peeling it off. Next, she unzipped her jeans, which fell to the floor. She was wearing matching black panties (I have already told you that she was wearing black bra). She simply hurried off to the bathroom to freshen up. Gabi took her time and emerged fresh only after 45 minutes. I was starving. In the meantime, I had reheated all the delicious food that Kajal had prepared. Gabi emerged and exclaimed,
 
"What a delectable aroma! God! I am so hungry!"
 
She was wearing a light green colored cotton nightie. It had spaghetti straps and small floral prints. It fitted her nicely, although the top seemed to have slightly low neckline. It was tight enough not to have any loose fabric, and still allowed her to move easily. There was nothing sexy about it though, as it a piece of clothing in which you can open the door to someone unknown.
 
She continued, "Just one minute more honey." and went to her room. She returned with a bottle of a fine Brazilian wine - something they call, the ‘vinho fino’ (fine wine). It was an expensive port wine.
 
She said, "Thank you so much for having me!" and handed over the bottle to me.
 
"You’re most welcome!" I started simply, but I thought about the unintentional double meaning of her sentence, and added, "I think I will be glad to have you." and winked.
 
She smiled and complained, "English!"
 
The meal was delicious and became even more enjoyable by our small talks. Somewhere along it, I kept thinking about the fellatio (oral sex) that she gave to me in the car. Its effect was that by the time dinner was over, I was sporting a hard on.
 
She obviously noticed it and whispered in my ear, "Honey, do you want to make love to me?"
 
"Yes, of course I do." I confessed.
 
She kissed me on the lips and said, "You know I love you… don’t you honey?"
 
I nodded - where is this going?
 
She laughed, "All I am saying is that I also want to make love to you… possibly even more than you want to do it to me. But before we do that, I wish that you want me - not only my body - it is all yours already, but also my soul and my being. When that happens, we will make love."
 
I looked at her quietly and she noticed that I did not deny what she said.
 
She smiled, "Till then, my marido, just this." and kissed me hotly on my lips.
 
I sighed. The erection was gone. There was no need of any more stimulants. I needed to sleep, so I kissed her good night and went to my room. Gabi on the other hand was looking refreshingly beautiful. In Brazil, it would be only early afternoon around this time, so she was not feeling sleepy. I do not know when she left for her bed.

Marido in Portuguese means husband. At that moment, I did not know what it meant. But interestingly, Gabi already considered me her husband. Interesting, isn't it?

[avsji]

When I got up, it was late morning - about 9:30 am. I had overslept by more than three hours. I immediately went to check on Gabi. She was sleeping - so peacefully. Her nightie’s hem had risen high enough and was tantalizingly close to showing her private parts. As I mentioned earlier also, I sleep naked and therefore, I was naked. There was no need to hide from Gabi anyway. At the sight of bare legs, my penis grew instantly hard. I just could not tear my eyes away her shapely legs, and her sweet body. The nightie was a snug fit, and I was able to make out her figure well. I moved towards her slowly and gently grabbed one of her feet. Her toenails were a light pink color and her skin felt so smooth and soft.

 
And then it struck me. I had not realized before that moment how beautiful Gabi was! Not only she was incredibly sexy, but also her beauty was innocent. I ached to kiss her soft lips, but somehow controlled the urge. I sat next to her stroking her hair and very gently caressing her angelic face. I felt extremely warm inside, and then suddenly could not fight it any longer. I leaned down and placed my lips on her very gently hoping not to wake her up. It was a soft kiss and Gabi still laid there - asleep. I stood there looking down at her.
 
‘God! She is so beautiful!’ I thought and longed to see more of her. I pushed the hem of her nightie a little higher and stood there in amazement looking at a very beautiful vagina. It was hairless and very small and appeared tight. She had a long slit. I was surprised that her sex was not blatant, as her vagina lips were tightly closed together, and folded mostly inside, with no visible mons. It was interesting because I expected a well-fucked woman like her to have more ‘obvious’ vagina. I swallowed hard. What I was doing was not only immoral, but also a breach of her trust. I pulled the hem down and left her room.
 
"Never do that again", it was Kajal, standing on the door of the room, "… never breach the trust of a girl."
 
I halted. She was right.
 
"Give her some time, and she will allow you access to her everything. In fact, she will welcome you." Kajal continued.
 
It is amazing how women’s sixth sense work. I still wonder how she managed to guess that Gabi and I had not yet had sex! I swallowed hard. My throat was parched. Kajal, although she was smiling, her voice had enough admonition to stop my immoral act. I got up and stood near her. It was emotionally draining experience. True I loved that girl, and so I should wait. She herself had told me that she would make love to me, but when the time is right - when I love more than just her body. But my body was demanding it. My penis stood upright with raw sexual excitement. Kajal noticed that too. I was now sporting the best morning woody.
 
"Well, I will treat your condition - don’t worry!" she murmured.
 
She grabbed my hand, and motioned me from Gabi’s room into my bedroom, and closed the bedroom door behind us. Before she could do a thing, I stopped her with a hot kiss, and started to undress her, fast - almost in an animalistic manner. Could you believe that during all the intimacy that we displayed, we never ever kissed? Her lips foretold her arousal, and soon she was rubbing her pelvis against my thigh, as I disrobed her. But I did not have enough success there. Kajal stopped me.
 
"Wait! I have a better plan for you." Kajal smiled sweetly at me, pushed me to sit on the bedside, dropped to her knees, and took it inside her mouth.
 
"Ooooohhhhh!" I thought as I felt a multitude of erotic sensations around my penis.
 
In the next few moments, a big part of my length was inside her hot slick mouth. The thickness was causing her some discomfort, but she was not letting go now. Then she started to bob her head up and down, allowing my penis to slide in and out of her mouth and across her tongue. In just a matter of seconds, I had lost all realization about time. I gazed down lovingly at Kajal’s pretty face slide up and down my length. I did not know that Kajal knew this art, and in fact she was well-practiced. So, I was receiving my second fellatio in under twelve hours!
 
‘That is so nice... almost hypnotic!’ I thought.
 
My penis in Kajal’s mouth was a soothing sight, while at the same time, the incredible sensations she was producing in my penis were wildly arousing. I really liked the experience! Suddenly I felt different. While maintaining the bobbing motion, Kajal sent her tongue to probe all around the head of the penis, then up and down the shaft, all the while recording my reactions. I started to groan, as Kajal licked just under the head, flicking it, and tickling it with her tongue.
 
"Yes..."
 
She briefly released the penis to suck on my testicles. First one, and then the other… and then both together! I LOVED that! Then she switched back to the penis.
 
"Oh God!" I groaned. "That’s... gooood!"
 
I was now weakening fast. My whole body was twitching with ecstasy; my breathing was becoming short and irregular. Kajal knew that my face was showing those funny expressions when a guy is about to cum. She looked up and a brief smile appeared across her lips.
 
I erupted, finally.
 
I shot my first big load straight down her throat, and the quickly two more sizable shots. She did not release my penis and kept sucking everything that I gave. Two more small spurts later, I was finished.
 
"Oh God!" I exclaimed, dumbfounded. "That was... amazing!"
 
She still did not release it and continued with some gentle sucking and tonguing while my orgasm fully subsided. Only then she released it. Amazing - my second fellatio in less than 12 hours! Things have never been better! She then stood up and looked at me straight in the eye, playfully smiling.
 
"Thank you!" I managed to continue, "I also want to return this favor."
 
Kajal smiled very pleasingly, "Later. Not now."