Romance My Experience with Love

[Ram Prasad]

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[venkygeethu]

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[avsji]

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[avsji]

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[avsji]

Right then, she was more interested in knowing about the white girl sleeping in the room next to mine. I had not told Kajal about Gabi. She asked me so many questions - who this girl was, from which country (she doesn’t look like an Indian, Kajal mentioned), why is she here, was I going to marry her, and also, if I had taken her already. I almost got tired answering her barrage of questions. I patiently explained her everything about Gabi and told her that I didn’t have sex with her, and that we may as well become a serious couple. Kajal was very pleased to hear all that and congratulated me. I asked Kajal whether she was angry or sad. She told me that she was not and reminded me that it was also her who encouraged me to find a woman of my age.

 
Kajal was, just as I was, fascinated with Gabi. She told me that she was immensely pleased that I was going to marry a ‘gori mem’. Since she had noticed my sneaking in to Gabi’s privates, she felt at liberty to give me some advice on how to be gentle and how not to hurry with a girl, who was petite, during the first time sex, and how my thick penis could cause damage with one stray action. I decided to hide the fact that Gabi had a well-fed vagina. Of course, Gabi too was a little wary of my penis’ size; but with her experience she could manage to fit it.
 
That day, I helped Gabi in unpacking her stuff, and buying what she needed for a comfortable stay. She made friends with Kajal, who explained to her a few things from her own domain. In the evening we walked to the nearby places - such as the general market, vegetable and fruit market, and even a shopping-mall. While returning, Gabi exclaimed something about ‘a very appetizing aroma’ from around the corner. I realized she was talking about "Chaat".
 
So, we walked to the chaat vendor and I got one plate aloo-tikki made for her and then I also made her eat six gol-gappas. The next day she had a runny motion! Yes, let us not talk about that. Anyway, over the next few days, I got busy in explaining and getting Gabi familiar with Indian ways. She was already trying to learn Hindi and had a good understanding of it. She quickly learned our accent and continued to build upon it; made friends with our neighbors and some of my friends and office colleagues. Without any doubt, all people were interested in knowing her, meeting her, and talking to her. They also were curious about the nature of our relationship, to which she calmly explained that we loved each other and that she came to India to pursue her PhD. No need to say that this explanation alone could not alleviate those curious minds. They often wondered about our sexual relationship.
 
Her research guide was a well-educated professional of great repute and was also a very nice person. He gave her difficult subject based on the theory of truth and knowledge, which was a very vast subject and encompassed a varied degree of understanding of the status of religions in contemporary Indian context. She was completely taken by the program’s rigor, and soon started to enjoy the topic, her new friends, and everything that she was presented with.
 
To my dismay, she also got accustomed to the Indian way extremely fast - she would dress in salwar-kurta, opt for only vegetarian food (because I was a vegetarian) and sometimes even tried cooking vegetarian versions of Brazilian food. When we had time together during the evenings, we used to discuss her subject topics, while I presented her with extremely scientific views that helped her with her research. Many times, I accompanied her on her various field works, when she had to meet people to have more understanding on various topics.
 
Now, with all the academic rigor, and being busy with assimilating new things, Gabi had to put the love-life on hold. It would have been unwise for her to be both a doctoral candidate and someone’s girlfriend - both being full-time jobs. I understood this completely and supported her with everything that I had. And yet, we managed to accommodate tender moments on times when it was most unexpected.
 
One day when I was back at home from office, my shoulder was sore, and it was extremely hard to move. Gabi could see the uneasiness and stiffness in my neck and shoulders. She asked me about what happened and then suggested that she would give me a massage. I liked the idea, so she suggested that I remove my shirt so that she could apply some oil too. Soon, the massage began - her oiled hands started to trace patterns across my neck and shoulders and back. I could feel the tension dissolving as her hands slowly massaged away the pain. Gabi worked on my shoulder for about 10 minutes. The initial pain was so much that at first it hurt. But slowly the pain got better to the point that I thought it was healed. Once done, she massaged my cheeks, forehead, eyes, neck, and chest. My mind is still fuzzy about how and when my penis entered her mouth for a beautiful fellatio. It was a very happy evening.

[avsji]

I also came to know that Gabi used to work as a part-time teacher in a college for kids from the slums - back in Brazil. She taught Portuguese grammar and composition. Her students were not like the regular college kids - they were mostly poor and tough and had seen extremely hard lives. Many of them were offspring of junkie parents, many were on drugs themselves, and many were not even kids. To teach them, Gabi herself became tough. I asked her to teach me Portuguese whenever she found time.

 
Gabi smiled at this proposal, "Sure, if you want."
 
I nodded, "Yeah, I do!"
 
And thus it began. Whenever we have free time, I would ask her, "How do you call that?" and she would patiently describe the pronunciation and enunciation. If I got that wrong, she would ask me to repeat it - even several times. I started to refer to her as my professor.
 
Whenever I said that, she would laugh and correct me, "Profesora, honey! I am a woman."
 
Anyway, in six months’ time, Gabi got nicely settled in her new surroundings and her academic program, which thankfully started to relax. So, we were now able to add more activities in our schedules. We would go jogging together, shop for vegetables & fruits from the local farmers’ market, visit temples (she really liked visiting temples), and on weekends, we went for long drives outside of the city.
 
As I said earlier, my parents were very open-minded and tolerant people. So, I told them that about Gabi and that she was staying with me. They did not say anything positive or negative about this; just told me to keep safe. In our phone conversations, they always asked about her. Gabi knew this and sometimes asked me to allow her to talk to my parents. I don’t know why I never did that! Perhaps at the back of my mind, I was not sure about her. Perhaps I was afraid that my parents would not like her or maybe they even reject her! Anyway, I thought it was best that they met in person first - telephonic conversation could happen later.
 
The first time my parents visited us was during Dussehra festival. That my parents were curious and happy meeting Gabi is an understatement. They simply loved her. Ma and Gabi developed an almost instant liking for each other. Dad too seemed to like her… he is anyway not too expressive of his feelings to new people, but you can read his feelings for someone on his face. There were no less than a thousand questions that my parents shot at me, and at Gabi. They really wanted to know whether, and when they were going to get a Brazilian daughter-in-law! I told them that it was highly likely. Gabi too said the same thing. Coming together and living with each other was the logical step in that direction. My parents were delighted hearing this! I was surprised at their reaction!! I thought they might discourage us from living together before marriage.
 
The second time they visited us was during Diwali festival, which happens after twenty days of Dussehra. We had not had a vacation in a long time, so we decided that Diwali would be when we will do that. My office had a couple of days of vacation declared and I applied for a few days of leave. Gabi too had easier few days around Diwali. Dad too applied for a rare leave from his office. My parents came because we were planning a vacation out of the city, and my city was more conveniently located for that trip. While we celebrate many festivals, even from other religions (who can say no to tasty food!), Diwali has always been a biggie for us, as no other festival seems to match its beauty and fervor. All those colors, lights, and sweets; what can beat such a festive celebration?
 
They arrived on the Diwali morning, and immediately started fussing about my laziness. I was to do the lighting decorations, and arrangements for evening pooja, and I did neither. Kajal was on leave today, so nothing was cooked. But Gabi took to herself to prepare breakfast for my parents - she made Aloo Parathas and Tea for all of us. Ma was overjoyed to say the least! Even in her dreams, she could not have imagined that Gabi could do all that! In Gabi, she already started to see her ideal daughter-in-law.
 
After breakfast, I was unceremoniously thrown out of the house to purchase all the needful things. So, I went to the nearby market to purchase Diwali lightings, candles, diyas, vegetables, flowers, milk, paneer, and sweets. When I returned after about two hours, I immersed myself in doing the decorations. My father conveniently excused himself from that menials’ task. By the time I was finished, I had put garlands (toran) on the various doors, lightings wherever humanly possible, candles and diyas tastefully put across the house. We were ready for Diwali. It was already lunchtime. Ma took care of lunch herself, with Gabi as an able assistant. It had to be light lunch for a bigger feast for dinner. Gabi was working as an eager assistant to her and my father was sleeping (apparently, he was too tired)!
 

[avsji]

By the time we all had our lunch it was about 4 in the evening. I went to sleep for a while to get up fresh for the evening festivities. I finally took a bath at 6 in the evening so that I am completely fresh. When I came out of the bathroom, my mother pulled me to Gabi’s (?) room. Gabi was already there. I was a bit embarrassed because I was still wrapped in a towel, but she did not seem to care. Ma said that she brought presents for us, and then she opened her suitcase. Gabi and I both were surprised to see that my mother got a gift for her - it was peachy-pink colored designer chiffon sari, very light in weight, matching petticoat, and choli-like blouse. Ma also got a gold necklace, designer bangles, and a pair of thin, gold-plated silver anklet. Wow! That was something. Oh yes, she also brought a silk kurta pajama set for me. The kurta was embroidered in silk. I liked the gift but did not think too much about it.

 
I quickly changed into the new dress, while both the ladies closed the room behind me and started to change for pooja. It took ‘some’ time for them to emerge (you do know how long ladies take before they are satisfied with their self-decor), but when they emerged, I was stunned! My eyes got focused on the gorgeous lady dbangd in chiffon saree with her loose hair flying when she walked. For a few seconds it was difficult for me to imagine what I saw - it was Gabi, so gorgeously decked, her hair loose, and her body swaying as she walked. Her blouse was slightly snug and short (Ma must have used her observation to evaluate her measurements), revealing a lot of her flat tummy and naval. She was also wearing all the jewelry that Ma got for her and looked absolutely ravishing. It was great that for the first time, we offered prayers as a couple; at least my parents treated us as such.
 
All four of us performed the pooja. Dad acted as the chief priest during the ceremony, singing shlokas in Sanskrit. After about half an hour, the pooja was over. I always liked when Dad did poojas. He had this natural innocence and purity, which made me feel and hope that when he did pooja, it would be heard. Ma did a curious thing after the pooja. She held Gabi’s face and touched Gabi’s forehead with her forehead, and in doing so, some of her sindoor (vermilion) got applied on Gabi’s forehead. Ma later explained to her that she did it as an act of giving her blessing for perpetual happiness and long married life. I guess Ma was simply eager to bind us in wedlock sooner than later. Afterwards, we lit the diyas together, did a bit of firecrackers, and finally sat together to have a stomach full of delicious dinner. This was an amazing family time! We chatted for some time after that, and then my mother dropped a bomb,
 
"I hope you two wouldn’t mind sharing a bed tonight."
 
"W… what! Wait! Ma… we don’t…"
 
"You don’t what?" and then she added, "Don’t tell me you haven’t yet made love to this lovely girl!"
 
"How embarrassing! Ma, you shouldn’t say such things!"
 
"Ha ha! You are young and an idiot! Anyway, your Dad and I are taking your room, so, you can decide for your own sleeping arrangements!" saying this, Ma disappeared inside my room with Dad and closed the door behind her.
 
"Honey, are we sleeping together tonight?" Gabi asked, amused.
 
"Would you mind? Thing is that my parents make love on Diwali night. It is like a … a ritual for them!"
 
"Do they? Wow! How cute!! I love them even more now. They are such a beautiful couple… perfect! So much in love! Do you think, honey, that we will be like that when we get old?"
 
"I wish!"
 
Yes, my parents were so much in love. They had seen a lot of hardships together and overcame all of them to provide me with great education and eventually, a good life. I really respected them and loved them. They let me be me. They gave me all the freedom to do as I like, and at the same time provided me the much-needed experienced support. Oh yes, I wish that Gabi and I grow old together just like my parents did.
 
We went into the other (Gabi’s) room, and since I felt awkward. I did not close the door and kept it open. Sure enough, soon we could hear a moaning coming from the next room.
 
"Honey, is that what I think it is?" Gabi observed smiling, referring to the sound, despite all those loud fire-cracker sound from outside.
 
"Yeah! Sounds like someone is getting lucky."
 
We both giggled when I said that, but it was true though. You could clearly hear them now, albeit the sounds were muffled, and all you needed to do was to use some imagination to realize what was going on in there.
 
"Honey, could you help me with getting out of this blouse?"
 
It was a backless blouse, with a lot of strings. Puzzling. Ma must have selected the blouse design from some trendy magazine and asked the tailor to stitch it.
 
"How did you get in to it, by the way?"
 
"Ma helped me." Gabi referred to my mother as Ma!
 
"In fact," she continued, "she saw me naked…" she whispered the last word.
 
She was smiling. Sure, she must have! Since the blouse had strings at the back, Gabi could not have worn a brasserie underneath it. Too bad that I did not see her naked!
 
Till now.
 

[avsji]

I got behind her and started to solve that puzzle! It took me a while before I was able to undo all the strings. I stopped and came in front and looked at her - not really sure of what to expect from there. My parents were certain that Gabi and I would have been living like married couple already, however, nothing could be so far from the truth. I really wanted to make love to Gabi. The urge was so strong that could have practically ravaged her then and there itself. But it was our love that kept us restrained… When she and I did not do anything for some time, I asked,

 
"Well?"
 
"Well? Hmm… don’t you want to see what is under this pretty blouse?" she was smiling.
 
"Believe me Gabi, when I say that no one wants to know it more than I do!" I laughed.
 
"Honey, then what are you waiting for?"
 
"W…what? Are you sure?"
 
"Ma saw me… it is only fair that you see me. Yours is the first right on me."
 
I was delighted to hear that. A man needs no further encouragement. I saw a movie, in which they said that there is a certain way a man looks at the woman he loves. The man looks like a boy on his birthday. And he treats the woman as if she were a gift. He looks at her in a way that he has waited so long to open that gift and now he can not wait to see what the treasure is inside! I was behaving in the same way! My lovely Gabi, gift wrapped in that peachy-pink colored designer saree & blouse, and I was extremely eager to see the treasure that lay inside. In one smooth move, I grabbed the blouse from her either sides and gently pulled it away from her. That Gabi stretched her hand in front of her helped my action. And then I saw them.
 
My lovely Gabi! She had flawless skin and perfect breasts. For so many months I had tried to imagine the sight that I was now beholding. Her breasts were creamy peach in color, high (not sagging at all), round, and firm. Her nipples were modestly small, but visible, surrounded by matching small areolas. Her nipples and areolas were not salmon colored. Rather they were pinkish orange in color. Her nipples were erect and were in the exact center of their areolas. I knew why they were erect. I knew that I was the reason who had stiffened and swelled her nipples. And did I mention that she really did not need any bra!
 
Now I could resist no further. I touch her naked breasts; she arched backwards - as if to give me a better access. Her breasts felt firm under my hands, and it was an awesome feeling. Although, small as compared to Kajal’s, they were special, because this girl belonged to me, and so, these breasts were mine and mine alone! This is an awesome feeling, isn’t it? Agreed that Gabi was well experienced in the matter of sex, but she did not belong to those men with whom she did it. I knew her soul… and that was an exhilarating feeling. I traced the curve of her breasts with my fingertips, and finally, I leaned forward and opened my lips to take her nipple in my mouth and started sucking. Gabi let out a satisfying gasp as I squeezed her breast with my lips engulfing her nipple and sucking it and teasing it with my tongue. Today was my chance - I sucked her breasts for a long time alternating between her two breasts.
 
Gabi’s body was shaking and arching in excitement and she was moaning softly. I suddenly stopped and held her head and pushed my lips against hers. We kissed. Initially, her mouth was not wide open. Her tongue was inside her mouth; but her mouth was not tightly closed either. It opened wider as we kissed more, and instinctively our lips drew each other’s apart so our tongues could taste each other. I had held her around her back, and slowly started to caress her smooth buttocks. Her arms were around my neck, and she pressed her body against me, her body surging against my booming, blood-engorged member. Gabi responded enthusiastically to my kisses and kissed me back as her tongue danced into my mouth. It was a whole-body kiss, vibrant with passion.
 
After a long passionate kiss session, I detached and started to work on her sari. I know from observation that the sari’s front pleats are secured in to the petticoat with safety-pins. Surely, I found one large safety-pin holding it together for Gabi. I undid that and started to disrobe her. In about a couple of minutes, Gabi was standing in front of me in only her panties. Throughout her entire disrobing, she did not utter a word. Without wasting any time, I slid her panties down. As she stood before me in her birth suit, I drank in every single inch of her. Gabi’s beautiful vagina! When I saw it first, it was hairless, but today it had very sparse growth of pubic hair there. Rest was same as I remembered. Her vagina was very small and looked tight. She had a long slit, and its vaginal lips were tightly closed together, and folded mostly inside, with no mons. I swallowed hard. Her flat, smooth stomach was accentuated with a dimpled belly button.
 

[avsji]

I reached and ran my fingers lightly through her pubic hair. It felt springy on her slightly bronzed skin! I felt her slit, she was wet… very wet! I teased open her outer lips, and stroked her up and down, my finger entering her slightly each time. She was still standing, but her whole body was trembling. Still, she parted her legs, giving my finger more access to her sex. I gently rubbed against her clitoris, and then pushed in further, feeling her tight wet vagina expanding to let my finger in. She was really very tight. I leaned forward to smell her scent. It was sweet! I licked my finger - she tasted sweet too! I never thought that a woman’s vagina could smell and taste like that!

 
I smiled softly at her and said, "Gabi, I love you with all my heart! You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen! You are stunning!"
 
I kissed her naval, and quickly proceeded to undress myself. In no time, I was ready to mount her. I helped Gabi with lying on the bed and positioned my penis on her mound. With its tip, I teased her clitoris a few times. With each stroke, Gabi let out deep sigh of ecstasy. Her eyelids were heavy and she was so ready to be fucked. I knew it and she knew it. It was about time. With the help of the other hand, I parted her vaginal lips and positioned my penis on her entrance. As I started to slowly enter her womanhood, Gabi let out a deep breath, smiled gently and said,
 
"Honey, I love you! … and I am ready for you and your love. But…"
 
"Now that can’t be right." I thought and stopped with questioning look. I waited. My glans was already inside and her vaginal lips were stretched open.
 
"Honey, I can’t stop you… even if I want to. I do not have any self-control on me… for it has been such a long time! I have waited for your love for such a long time… Oh God knows how badly I want you inside me… But, honey, if you can please stop now and wait till, we are married?"
 
I was confused. This beautiful woman was lying in front of me. Naked. Ready to be fucked… and yet, she was hoping that she will not be fucked, and spared for later!
 
"B…but Gabi, I am so ready!"
 
She smiled gently and her tears began to drop.
 
She softly said, "I know honey. I know that this is wrong thing to say. I know you are ready, and even I am ready. I lead you up to this… I love you. But would you like it more if I gave you my all on our wedding day?"
 
I patiently listened to her. Now that is called KLPD! Fuck!!
 
"… I know I led you up to this stage, and it is so unfair. And as I said earlier too, I can’t stop you. I feel you inside me, and God, I know how I want you to thrust once and go deep inside me… God is my witness that I want you inside me right now. Yet I ask you this…"
 
I understand. I withdrew. I somehow controlled my breath and heartbeat. I sat on the bed, feeling slightly cheated and defeated. And that is when Gabi leaned forward, and with a slow, tentative swipe of her tongue, licked the tip of my penis.
 
She said, "I can’t let go my King go dry like this. Now can I?"
 
She squeezed my penis. A drop of pre-cum formed at the tip. She licked once more.
 
"Did I tell you your taste?"
 
I smiled. So, the game was still on. Gabi continued.
 
"Not much taste really… A little salty, and I love it."
 
She then stuck out her tongue and slowly licked around the head of my penis, and licked up another drop of pre-cum. Holding the shaft about midway down my length, she then slowly opened her mouth to take it in. When her opened mouth was directly over the head of my cock, I felt the sudden warmth of her breath on my penis, and I almost shot off before she even took me in! She placed her lips about midway over the head and slid me into her mouth and I felt her stop as her lips slid over the helmet of my glans. It was a sensory assault! I was shock to feel Gabi’s warm mouth engulfing me.
 
She was licking and sucking it like little children do a lollipop. My thick shaft was stretching the sides of her small mouth, and still she was enthusiastic about giving me oral pleasure. She must have gauged how much she could fit in her small mouth because she lowered her mouth about three inches to the top of her hand, and slightly gagged. She slowly began to swirl her tongue around its head and back down. I noticed and felt her applying a small amount of suction as she pulled out by the slight concave shape of her cheeks.
 
She responded when I softly said, ‘a little faster’, and she picked up a little speed. I felt my testicles start to tighten up and I was going to warn her I was about to come when she suddenly stopped and pulled her mouth off of my cock!
 
She looked up and said, "Honey! What happened?"
 
"I am about to come!"
 
"Yeah! That is what I want." saying that she again reached for my penis and plopped it back in her mouth, sucking. This time she started to gently squeeze my testicles. Very soon, I was close to shoot my load. I felt that tingling in my testicles, my legs start to tremble and I said,
 
"I am coming…!"
 
Gabi just hummed, and with the vibration of her reply, I fired the first shot into the back of her throat groaning loudly and a white light flashing in my eyes. I guess she did not expect me to shoot with that much force and she heaved a little. Some escaped her lips before she could swallow when the second salvo hit her and a third right after that. She had recovered and I could feel her mouth tighten as she swallowed three or four times. She then slowly pumped the remainder into her mouth and swallowed. Finally, she let go of my penis.
 
She said, "Thank you honey! You know? You must have squirted at least a cup of your semen! Ha ha ha! Did you like it? Did I make you happy?"
 
I was still zoned out in post-climactic shock. I said, "I was in heaven, Gabi! Thanks!!"
 
After relaxing for a few minutes, I realized that I must return favor. I must also do oral on her. But as I started to do it, Gabi stopped me.
 
"No honey! Don’t do it. Please don’t. First of all, I don’t deserve it and second, I want it to be thoroughly pulverized by your penis alone. So, this wait is my punishment, and that is also my reward, for an amazing pounding is what I receive! I will wait, till my wedding night!"
 
Then she kissed me and spoke lovingly to me. She said, "Honey, I love you… and I wish we can be together always."
 
I said, "I wish so too Gabi!"

[avsji]

Not sure when the two of us drifted into sleep. I woke up when I felt someone stroking my hair. I thought it was Gabi. I smiled and opened my eyes and saw that it was Ma! The room was dimly lit in red light of the night bulb!

 
‘What is she doing here?’
 
"Ma! What are you doing?" I said in my hoarse sleepy voice.
 
"Just checking on you two. The door was open, you know." She said simply, "Did you and Gabi have a good time tonight?" she whispered.
 
Suddenly everything came back rushing to me. Damn! We forgot to close the door before we fell asleep, and, we also did not have a single shred of cloth on us. And Ma was there! How embarrassing can it be?
 
I protested, "Ma! We are completely naked!"
 
"I see that, yes."
 
"Then why did you come?"
 
She smiled, "Not the first time I have seen my boy naked… I saw the door open and could not resist the urge to see my children!"
 
It was then I realized that I was sporting an erection. Ma too looked at my penis, smiled and exclaimed, "I never imagined your chhunni would become so big! I am proud of you."
 
I smiled. Ma can make me smile any time. She has always been my bestest friend!
 
“So did you two…?”
 
“No… we decided to wait till we got married, Ma.”
 
“Oh! Did you? Interesting! I wonder how you two could control yourself! She is so beautiful. You are so handsome! I salute you two.”
 
“I don’t know Ma. We came excruciatingly close to doing it, before somehow being able to control us.”
 
“Hmm… did she… use her hand, then?”
 
“Mouth.”
 
“Mouth? Interesting.”
 
“Why, Ma?”
 
“And what did she do when you… you know?” Ma asked me.
 
“She drank it.”
 
“Did she? Wow! The girl really loves you then.” Ma said.
 
“Thank Ma. But why do you say so?”
 
“Well, honey I too take your Dad’s penis in mouth… but he never ejaculated in my mouth… I have never let him. I love him, yes, but I guess there is more I can do. So thank you for letting me know.”
 
“I love him, Ma.” That was Gabi, speaking to her in her half-awake state.
 
“I know sweetie, I know. I thank you for that.”
 
Ma got up from the bed and started to leave the room. She stopped at the door and turned. By that time Gabi was already squeezing my rigid penis. Ma saw that and smiled.
 
“Gabi, beta, do you know I breastfed Amar till he was fifteen or even sixteen?”
 
“Yes, Ma… I think that is the reason why his pau (penis) is so strong… so thank you, Ma.” Gabi had let go of my penis when Ma turned to talk to us again.
 
“Gabi, beta, don’t leave it. It is yours. You can hold his penis, even when I am around. You two don’t have to stop loving each other, even when I or his Dad is around.”
 
Gabi hesitated, so Ma again encouraged her, “C’mon. Hold it again. It is okay.”
 
This time Gabi smiled, and took my penis in her grip.
 
“Honey,” Ma seemed to hesitate a bit.
 
“What is it, Ma?” I asked, “What is in your mind?”
 
“Honey, tonight is Diwali… and seeing you both like this has kindled my motherly urge…”
 
It flashed in my mind, ‘Ma wants to breastfeed us! Wow!’
 
A faint smile appeared, which neither Gabi nor Ma could see.
 
“What is it, Ma? Please tell us.” Gabi asked.
 
“Beta, I want to feed you both… from… here,” Ma indicated her breast.
 
“Ma! Will you really!” Gabi was ecstatic! Ma never expected that kind of positive reaction from her, so she was indeed surprised. Gabi practically jumped from her bed, and hugged Ma. In her child-like excitement, she kissed her cheeks many times and her hands started roaming all over my mother’s breasts. Her nipples erected in response. Gabi did not seem to care that we both were sitting butt-naked in front of my mother.
 
Gently squeezing near her nipples, and hoping to express some milk, Gabi asked, “Ma, do you have milk in them?”
 
“No beta, I don’t anymore… it has been a few years since I stopped making any milk.”
 
By then Gabi started to behave as if she had a license to access Ma’s breasts. She was already unbuttoning her blouse. Ma could not stop herself from giggling at Gabi’s childish behavior. She knew about her background and knew about the loveless relationship between her and her mother. I still suspect that it was Ma’s way to welcoming Gabi into the family and making her feel accepted. I don’t know whether Gabi saw Ma naked earlier, but she seemed unwilling to give her any space to back out from this wonderful offer. Soon, she removed her blouse. Ma was not wearing any bra… Dad must have taken it off.
 
“Ma, aap beech me let jaiye (please lie in the center). Amar can suckle your right breast, and I can take the left breast.”
 
Ma had always been beautiful. She must only have been thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old then. She was still young, and it showed. The last time I had seen her like that was when I was writing my engineering entrance exams. There was no visible change in her. She was Goddess like even then, and Goddess like even now. All three of us lain down. Gabi had already started suckling. Ma gave a very tender motherly kiss on her forehead and then looked at me in anticipation. I was looking at her… at them. Ma looked at me as if to ask me what was wrong?
 
I shook my head and said softly, “Ma, you are Ma Annapoorna to me. You are my life force.”
 
I got a bit emotional taking her nipple in my mouth… emotional because it had been almost five years since I received my Ma’s purest love. It is amazing how I had two different and opposite reactions to the same action: when I suckled Gabi’s breasts, or Kajal’s breasts, I got a pole-like rigid erection, but now that I was suckling Ma’s breast, it was gone…!
 
No milk was to come, so no milk came. But we could feel the love originating from my Ma’s heart and flowing into us through her breasts. Gabi and I were lucky to have received Ma’s blessing and love in its purest form. I was gentle in sucking, but Gabi was over-zealous. She was sometimes tugging at her nipple, sometimes kissing, and sometimes biting her breasts apart from suckling. Ma did not object and let her do whatever she needed, and kept caressing her head and back, and kept kissing her head and forehead to assure her of her love. After about five minutes, Ma said,
 
“Have you children had your fill? Hmm? I will now leave you two to sleep. We have to start early to reach Jaipur.”
 
Gabi jerked and left suckling her breast and got up.
 
“Ma, you are Annapurna mata. Thank you so much for your kindness and blessings…”
 
Ma smiled and started to get up. Gabi added,
 
“Ma, I don’t know what you will think of me… but I need to do it…”
 
“Do what beta?”
 
Gabi reached out for the string of Ma’s petticoat (she was wearing only petticoat and blouse when she entered the room) and undid it.
 
“Do you want to see me naked, beta?”
 
Gabi shook her head, “Ma, I want to worship you.”
 
Ma was very gentle. I think she thought that everyone was as pure, and as gentle as she was. Soon Ma was completely naked. I was an audience to this unbelieving event that was unfolding in front of me. Ma was sitting cross-legged, and Gabi sat in front of her on her knees, and with folded hands. Ma lovingly held Gabi’s folded hands and kissed them. She then held her face with her two hands and gently pushed it into her bosom. Ma too had become emotional. Overwhelmed with love, Ma started to kiss Gabi all over. This night could never end!
 
When Ma let go of her, Gabi again started to pray in front of her. Then she closed her eyes, and with folded hands, prostrated in front of her. Gabi’s head was on Ma’s feet. She did that thrice! On fourth time, she leaned a bit forward, and kissed Ma’s vaginal lips.
 
“Ma, what great luck it would have been, had I taken birth from here!” she exclaimed.
 
I was amazed. It was almost an echo of what Rachna said a few years back. Ma’s own emotional dam broke and her eyes were now oozing tears.
 
“Oh beta! Oh beta! But I am your mother. I am your mother.”
 
She said repeatedly, as she pulled Gabi in her warm motherly embrace again. After a few minutes of emotional high tide, finally all of us calmed. It was beautiful to reconnect with Ma like this, and we just hoped to be a family soon. Calming herself, Ma said,
 
"Ok ok! Now I am leaving. Take rest… But get up early. Now sleep." Ma said, kissed my and Gabi’s forehead and left the room shutting the door behind her.
 
 

[avsji]

Our family vacation was now long overdue. It was great that this time Gabi too was there with the three of us. Our long family vacation was a week-long Rajasthan road trip that included a visit to some of the most colorful and exciting places. We drove to Jaipur, did some shopping there, from there we drove to the Ranathambhore National Park, and took a few safaris. This was the first time that Gabi saw Tigers and Leopards in the wild! She was ecstatic, and so were all of us. It is not every day that you see Tigers in a jungle. After that, we went to Pushkar for celebrating post-Diwali fair, and finally to Jodhpur. In Jodhpur, more shopping followed. And finally, we returned. It was fun to be with family and spend so much quality time together.

 
As expected, throughout our trip the central topic of discussion was Gabi’s and my wedding. In that excitement, my parents purchased a few Rajasthani bridal dresses for Gabi for future use. I was extremely glad to see that Gabi and my parents came so close, in such a short time. Not for one moment it felt that she was from a foreign country. She came so close to all of us. We covered long distances and when we returned, we were extremely tired. Next day was the end of our vacation - I was to join office, Gabi her university and my parents were to return to their hometown.
 
Gabi & I both came to see my parents off to the railway station. Both my parents kissed Gabi lovingly. For them, she was already a member of our family. Gabi was extremely happy to be accepted in the family. To be accepted like that, to be accepted for what she was and that too without any pretenses - she loved every second of it. We were her family now, and she knew it. When we returned home, Kajal was already waiting for us. She rued missing an opportunity to meet my parents, as she too had taken off for Diwali vacation. And with all that fuss, she started to get on with her work… and so did we. Within a few days, we went back to our former ways - busy with our work. But all that talk of marrying Gabi lingered in my mind. I am sure, that Gabi too was affected by all that.
 
The prospect of marrying her was exciting and comforting at the same time. Of course, taking such big decisions in life needs time and a lot of conviction. But being with Gabi felt so right! To bolster my confidence, my parents were already taken by her. They would talk to her in the evenings, talking about how her day went, how her PhD work was progressing etc. Even Gabi participated excitedly in those talks, so much so that she looked forward to speaking with her ‘mummy’ each evening! So, it all came down upon me as a revelation - I will marry Gabi and marry her soon. I decided to take the necessary next steps.

[avsji]

One Saturday morning, I woke up with rumbling in my stomach. So, I decided to freshen up fast and have my breakfast. I quickly freshened up and brushed my teeth. Kajal was doing her work in kitchen; I woke Gabi up. I asked her to quickly get ready to eat. I usually didi not make such fuss, so Gabi was a bit surprised. But she went with the flow. Soon enough, Kajal served breakfast, with tea, which we happily ate. Shops would open for business soon, and I wanted to be the first customer. Soon, we got ready and left for the nearby market.
 
When we reached the market, the shops were in process of opening. Still, the place was already bustling with people - this being the weekend. There goes my plan for being the first customer, I thought. Gabi, on the other hand had no clue why we were there. She wanted to finish some of her work in the morning, but on my insistence, she accompanied me. After walking for about ten minutes, we stopped at a textile shop. It was a small shop, and the fares were sorted by style and fiber content. I know that they were the seller of authentic stuff and I wanted to buy Gabi a wedding dress!!
 
I privately explained the shopkeeper my situation and he was gracious, albeit amused, enough to immediately serve us. While looking at the fabrics, I explained to Gabi that I was going to buy a Lehenga and Choli for her and then explained what that dress was. Finally, both of us liked a pink and green colored gorgeous (I wanted the piece to accentuate to Gabi’s figure and make her look sexy). They suggested bizzy-lizzy fabric for petticoat and inner lining for Choli. A seamstress immediately took Gabi’s different measurements and asked us to come back to pick up the ready piece in 3 hours’ time. I paid for the fare and left. Next, I went to a branded jewelry shop and asked Gabi to choose a ring. I only told her that it was to be a wedding gift. She picked a very simple but looking ring. On asking, she even tried that on her finger - just perfect! I paid and picked up the ring. This shopping took some time, so we ate our lunch outside. Gabi enjoyed this gastronomic delight. She wanted to try so many things, but her tummy was full in just a few bites. En route, I picked up the Lehenga & Choli set and finally, we came back home.
 
Once inside, I embraced her, smelling her aroma.
 
"I want to ask you a question…?"
 
"What?"
 
"Ms. Gabriela Sousa, would you like to spend the rest of your life as my wife?"
 
"What!!" she turned on her heels, stunned.
 
"Will you marry me honey?"
 
"Oh God, yes! Yes… yes!" her eyes were welling.
 
I removed the beautiful ring that I bought just a while ago and slipped it on her waiting finger.

[avsji]

After a couple of emotional hours, I called the company lawyer of my workplace, and explained my desire to get married to Gabi. He listened to me attentively and then explained me the complete procedure for a Civil Marriage. He said it was not a problem to get married in the temple too, but I must get a receipt from the priest and must have at least three eyewitnesses and photographs of the wedding. Then I was to file for a wedding registration at the Marriage Registrar and it can be done on any working day. He suggested that Gabi should apply for a ‘no impediment certificate’ from the Brazilian embassy as soon as possible. Once it comes, everything is straightforward.

 
Of course, before that he needed to have additional information of Gabi about her home address, birth details, contacts for reference check, and her marital status for a thorough background check. I asked him to complete the formalities on my behalf and explained that we are planning a grand wedding later. He was amused to see me behave like a kid and said that he would need copies of all the documents, and he will do the needful. I arranged for a meeting with the lawyer the next day to complete all these necessary formalities and paper works.
 
Next, we called home. Ma and Dad were super excited. They asked for all the details. I explained to them that I really wanted a simple wedding, preferably at an old temple, with only very close family members. We can later throw a grand party for everyone else. My parents loved the idea, and said that they will get a date, and find a location in our hometown for us to get married. I thanked them and requested them that the location be an ancient temple. Next, Gabi called a few of her very close friends and told them how I proposed her, and how she agreed. She also explained the situation and their support for the necessary paperwork. Her friends were super excited, and they were happy to help us. Finally, Gabi called her home.
 
It is worth noting that it had been a couple of months since she had called her home. With her studies, and with their dry reception to her calls, Gabi’s calls back home reduced. And to her own surprise, they did not seem to miss her. She never received any calls or emails from them! Ordinarily, we would expect that parents, after hearing from their children after such a long time would be happy. But not her parents. Whatever hope that Gabi held for having a nice chat with them, or having a happy reaction from them, faded almost instantly. First her mother lambasted her for contacting her after such a long gap, which turned into accusation and counter accusation on who could have contacted, if the other could not. It soon started to turn ugly, and before it could really reach a level of boiling point, I jumped in. I never spoke with Gabi’s mother before.
 
"Hello Mrs. Sousa." I tried to smile.
 
"Oh… so YOU are the one keeping her these days?" she teased me.
 
God! This woman IS ugly - ugly in heart, ugly in her mind, and ugly in language! Is Gabi really her daughter?
 
"Excuse me?"
 
"You Indians like white skin so much that you will do anything for it, eh!"
 
I was shocked. Was this woman out of her mind?
 
"What did you promise her? A shelter? So that you could fuck her every day?" that woman was spewing shit. I could take it no more. Gabi was already crying. The whole happy mood was destroyed.
 
"Now, wait a minute. You are such a foul woman that I can not stand to talk to you even for a minute. I wonder how Gabi even tolerates you! It is anyway going to be our last conversation with you. She only wanted to tell you about our decision to get married. Do you hear me? We are getting married. I thought this news could do something good for your miserable shitty life." and saying that I disconnected the call.
 
My head was spinning. I really could not fathom the amount of negativity and venom in Gabi’s mother. What was her problem? Why can’t she be happy for a change? Gabi was crying uncontrollably. She was mumbling apologies for her Mother’s rude behavior. I held her close to me, trying to pacify her, saying soothing words. It took me some time and lot of effort to calm Gabi down… at least from the outside. Her inside must still be crying. I kept on stroking her hair, while holding her near to me. Kissing her occasionally. Saying assuring words. I was pleased that she fell asleep in sometime. I noticed that there were goose bumps on her forearms. It was getting cold after all. November was already passing. I stayed like that for some time, so that Gabi goes into deep sleep and then lifted her in my arms and took her to my room. I laid her on the bed and covered her with blanket.
 
Kajal came a bit late that night. When she pressed the call-bell, Gabi startled and woke up letting out a loud cry. I opened the door, and when Kajal came inside, she was also worried. She had heard Gabi’s cry.
 
"What happened to Didi?" she asked.
 
"Nothing. She was just startled. That’s all…" my answer did not pacify Kajal. She marched in to my room.
 
She immediately understood that Gabi cried a lot. Gabi’s eyes were puffed, her tears dried on her cheeks, nose, and cheeks red - all these were telltale signs. I did not go inside; I was already sad. After about 10-15 minutes, Kajal came out and looked in a menacing manner at me.
 
"What did you do to her?"
 
"Nothing Kajal. I proposed to her today, and she wanted to tell her mother about it. They had a fight. That’s why she is sad."
 
"Oh…" Kajal said, and then after a couple of moments in dawned on her, "What? You proposed to her? Wow!" she was visibly happy. She was so happy that she hugged me and kissed me several times. Finally, she happily went to the kitchen to do her chores. Gabi by that time had gotten out of the bed and saw Kajal kissing me. When I saw her, I took her hand and came out to sit in the balcony.
 
"Gabi, I am sorry I spoke indecently with your mother."
 
"No dear! There is nothing to be sorry about. She deserved what she got. She didn’t have any rights to speak like that with you. I know you and your nature. I must have hurt you. I am sorry."
 
"No honey! Please don’t be. I am your family now. Mummy and Daddy both love you very much. In you, they see their daughter."
 
"Yes honey, I love them too. Mummy loves me very much. And you are right, all of you are my family now… and I can’t stress more to tell you how happy I am! Really!!"
 
We kissed. We kissed for a long time. When we finally disengaged, Gabi asked,
 
"Did you fuck your maid, honey?" she asked - not complaining, just asking, and sitting beside me. I decided to be truthful.
 
"No. But she has seen me naked so many times that I have nothing to hide from her now."
 
She seemed to understand what I said, but still she teased me, "Yeah? You are not so simpleton, you old goat!" she remarked jokingly.
 
I then told her in brief about all my encounters with Kajal. Gabi was fascinated and even aroused hearing all that.
 
"She IS beautiful woman, and I am very happy that she gave you happiness." She said.
 
"That means you are not angry or offended?"
 
"Nonsense! Why will I get angry or offended? Are you angry with the fact that I have had so many sexual partners?"
 
"No." and that was truth.
 
"Then how can I, and why will I be offended? In fact, I am a bit sad, knowing that I could have been here doing all those things and much more for you."
 
"They say it is never too late to say sorry" I smiled.
 
"Indeed!" She paused for a while; her face was serious. She was thinking. I waited. Then she said, "Honey, do you know that when I thought about our first copulation, I wanted it to be special. If you ask me, I will not deny you at all - you have more than hundred percent rights on me. But I wanted to make it special for you."
 
"Gabi, for me you are special. Being with you makes me feel special. I do not care about circumstances or settings. With you, even a hut is a palace for me. I love you and that is the only thing that matters to me. It is all right that you want to wait… I will not push you into anything… even after we are married. But, honestly, I just want you, and I want to give you all the happiness that I can manage."
 
"Honey. May I ask you something?"
 
"What?"
 
"Do you trust Kajal?"
 
"Trust as in?"
 
"Do you TRUST her?" I know what she meant.
 
"Yes, I do. I trust her with everything."
 
"Great! Can you ask her to stay overnight?"
 
"I can. Sure. But it is up to her, really. What is on your mind?"
 
"I just want to be surrounded by people who love each other."
 
"…and I am not sufficient?"
 
"Honey, you are more than sufficient. But I also want a womanly or you can say a ‘motherly touch’. Please. Honey, please ask her."

[avsji]

I spoke with Kajal about what Gabi said, and she agreed to stay overnight. We knew that her children will also accompany her, which was fine with me. Kajal had to finish working at one more place, so we decided to wait for her to return so that we could eat our dinner together. In the meantime, I went and purchased ice-cream for Sunil. As I said, Sunil was a happy child and did not make any fuss. After the dinner, all four of us played ludo, which was extremely enjoyable. Gabi’s sadness almost evaporated, with the fun and laughter that all four of us had. Sunil loved the ice-cream, and before long after he finished it, he was feeling sleepy.

 
Kajal proceeded to make sleeping arrangement on the floor, but I forbade her. It was cold, and there was no need for any such formalities. Kajal’s place was very special - in my heart and in my home. Gabi asked her to make use of her bed, and Gabi said that she would join her there, as she was also feeling sleepy. I was not feeling sleepy, so I stayed in the drawing room, watching television.
 
I was not sure what Gabi had in her mind, but I let her be. If she wanted her space and if she wanted to talk to Kajal then it was alright with me. In Gabi’s bedroom, Sunil and Latika adjusted between his mother and Gabi. Sunil kind of felt funny when Gabi stepped out of her pajamas and joined him and his mother only in her panties and night shirt. This might have been the first time for him to see a woman’s bare legs, but he was too young to make anything out of it. Anyway, after all three settled in the bed, Kajal hesitatingly took out one of her breasts and put it in Sunil’s mouth. She covered his face with the pallu (the way Indian mothers breastfeed their children). Gabi was indeed surprised.
 
"You still breastfeed him?" she asked Kajal.
 
"One night he was not sleeping, and when I tried to make him sleep, he started to pester me to breastfeed him. Resigning, I did, and he fell asleep soon. Since then, he has been doing it. But since it works, and I am too tired to look after him till late in night, I do it."
 
"Naughty boy!"
 
Both women were talking and soon Sunil fell asleep. Kajal proceeded to put her breast back in her blouse but Gabi held her hand, removed the pallu from over it and caressed that breast for some time. Then she proceeded to remove her blouse. Kajal was a bit surprised but did not say anything and let Gabi do what she wanted. Since they were in lying position, there was a limit to how much clothes could be removed.

So, Kajal adjusted; she carefully pushed the children to one side of the bed and brought herself in the middle. Kajal can be very curious and adventurous. This was one of her side that I was not aware about. I was also amazed at the level of ease that she had with me - I think that is why she felt so much as ease with Gabi too. Gabi, on the other hand, coming to know about my closeness with Kajal must have felt the need to connect with Kajal too. Kajal, for all purpose and reason, was my guardian in this big city. I never treated her like a maid; she was really my family. Gabi realized it and under her own need to get the love of family she was unwittingly doing all this. Kajal coming at the middle quickly removed her blouse and bra freeing her magnificent breasts, for that is what Gabi was interested in.
 
When Gabi first saw Kajal’s beautiful pair of breasts, her jaw dropped in amazement. They were amazing! Even after having a couple of children, Kajal’s breasts and her figure were in top condition! She reached for them and them touched them; first tentatively and then surely.
 
"Can I kiss … them?" Gabi asked.
 
Kajal smiled.
 
"Your husband too likes to kiss them. I have breastfed him many times and would be happy to do it for you too."
 
Kajal paused, observing the effect of her declaration, thinking that Gabi might get shocked or surprised. But, Gabi only smiled. Kajal peacefully lay down on the bed on her side. In this position, it seemed as if her breasts were eager to get into Gabi’s mouth. She obliged and started to suck and kiss.
 
You may ask how a woman can be attracted to other woman’s breasts. But let me tell you, that there is something magnetic about breasts. We make such a big deal if a male is attracted to breasts. People often describe how this fascination originates from the early childhood when a mother breastfeeds him. As if, a mother does not breastfeed her girl child. You see my point? I will not be surprised to see anyone attracted to a pair of nice and round breasts. They are like the most wonderful creation of nature. It is not hard to imagine what must have happened thereafter.
 
Gabi sucked those luscious breasts for a long time. Kajal responded in a motherly way; her sixth sense told her that Gabi needed emotional assurance of some sorts, and she was willingly and unknowingly offering her exactly that. But when the women came out of the room, I was surprised (they went inside to sleep, after all). I thought that I would watch movie on the television tonight. First, it had been very long time since I indulged myself in late night film, and second reason was that they were showing Casablanca, one of my all-time favorites. I was sitting on the larger sofa, and when the women came out to join me, I sat in the center, while Gabi came at sat at my right and Kajal on my left side.
 

[Snigdha]

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