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[Blue Bull]

How I Lost My Virginity To My Sexy Cousin

By: Shyguy101

I was regular guy starved for real sex since the time I was a teenager. My only pleasure was watching porn and shag twice a day. I had friends from opposite sex but they were female friends and not girlfriends in the real sense. I never thought I would do the real thing that too with my sexy cousin. It was a chance meeting where one led to the other…

This happened 3 years ago in Bangalore where I was working in an IT company. I was bachelor then. My cousin Navya (name changed) had come to Bangalore for some training from Cochin and was staying in 3-star hotel alone. She called me to see if I can meet her. Let me describe her. Lissy is unmarried, well endowed far more than her 22 years. Around 5.5 ft, she’s a dusky beauty with ample breasts, long hair, sharp nose and am attractive face. When she walks her ass swings sexily. I used to secretly lust after her but was worried and scared to initiate anything because I had a very respectable image.

As I received the call from her, I jumped at the opportunity to see her after almost 2 years. I drove to the hotel in my car and was happy to see her. It was around evening 7.30 pm when I reached her hotel after many traffic jams.

She opened her room door and she shook my hands warmly. She was wearing a black kurta and blue jean. I tried hard not to look at her prominent breasts (no shawl covering). She is a conservative type who wouldn’t even wear sleeveless tops or any skin tight dress. We had a great time catching up on family, career, Bangalore, etc.

Soon I wanted to relieve myself and I excused to the washroom. Until then I never had any thought of having sex. Only when I entered into the loo I got sexcited. For I saw her black bra hanging in the towel rod. After quickly relieving myself, I took her bra and sniffed it hard. The onrush of sexcitement is something to be experienced to believe. Then sexy thoughts took hold in mind – try to have fun with her but was scared to start. But I was open if she was OK and she initiated sex. That was too naive of me But how? Quickly I came out after carefully placing the bra in the same position so that she’ll not suspect, just in case she notices anything amiss.

My mind was full of sex after sniffing her bra – her body odor seduced me. I was imagining how she would look in just her black bra and panty. I was salivating at the very thought!

Soon we were hungry and she suggested a restaurant nearby. She got bored of the hotel food. We walked over and she leaned on my shoulder and I was confused. Does she imply she wants sex? Dunno!

The restaurant was upmarket with lots of young couples romancing each other though there were no candle lit dinner tables, just dim lit ambience. We relished our leisurely dinner and at least twice the topic came to her boyfriend and she flatly refused having any. I imagined that she is a virgin like me. I was wondering with such sexy features how come she didn’t have boyfriends.

At least thrice our legs touched underneath the compact 2 seater table. We were quick to apologise to each other. I was confused whether she’s signaling me since I was sure I didn’t do that on purpose. I played a thorough gentleman!

With mixed feelings I walked back to her hotel. It was already close to 11 pm. Instead of going all the way to her room on 4th floor, she suggested I take leave in the hotel parking lot. It made sense. She came to see me off to my car. I don’t know whether it was my luck what I saw next set me on course to realise my secret desire.

My car’s front tire was flat! She was the one who noticed it and pointed it to me. I was tired after a long day and had a long way to go home and the car tire gave me trouble! I was opening the boot to take out the wheel spanner when she proposed to me! I mean she told me its long day and don’t bother about fixing it now. What I heard next I couldn’t believe my ears. She asked me to come over and stay overnight in her room and get it fixed in the morning. She knew I worked flexitime so no issues with my office. I pretended to hesitate but was jumping with joy inside. She insisted to close the boot and pulled my arm.

After mild protesting, I obliged and asked her will that not be a problem for her. She gave me quizzical look, I asked innocently whether the hotel will allow an outsider. She said come on don’t worry after all you are my cousin.

I followed her like a puppy back to her room all the while excited checking her out discreetly. For the first time in the brightly lit hotel corridor I saw the the outline of her l bra through her fairly thick black kurta. My cock started to harden and peak and I had tough time hiding it from her. I let her walk in front of me and admired her well rounded bums.

I was a bit nervous and started to sweat a bit at the prospect of staying for the first time alone with a girl that too my sexy cousin.

She went in to the loo for a quick change and when she came back she looked more sexy though her night wear wasn’t revealing much. A grey color tight round neck t shirt with short sleeves, not sleeveless, but good enough to show her sexy underarms when she raised her arms. She wore a black Capri. She looked sexy with her boobs clearly jutting out screaming to be kneaded and sucked. To hide my tent I rushed to the loo and freshened up. With great will power I avoided shagging with the fervent hope that I’ll get some action in the bed with her. But my eyes fell on her bra which was left hanging in the towel rod. I sniffed once again and got a high! I pre cummed in my underwear! Luckily I was wearing a Jean and the leak didn’t show.

By the time I came out, the room was chilling thanks to the AC. She was in front of the full size mirror doing up her hair. What a sight! Every time she tied her hair, she lifted her hand high enough to reveal her sexy armpits! I have a thing from armpits from my teens. I just love them. Hers was unshaven with a short crop of dark hair in her dusky skin. Looked like she hadn’t waxed in the last few days. I wasn’t sure whether she did it on purpose or casually, I had many glimpses of her sexy underarms and it made my hormones go wild. She was talking about mundane things of which I was least interested but kept it going only to see more of her sexy pits. For all her decent, traditional image, she was least bothered about the free show she was giving me.

I climbed on to the bed. It was a queen sized bed with night lamps at either end. I took a magazine to wear off the sexual tension and was flipping through the pages aimlessly. Soon she switched off the tube light and sat next to me with a mills and boons romantic novel. With only the dim night lamps she looked even more ravishing. She asked me to make myself comfortable given that i didn’t have my night wear. Normally I sleep bare bodied. Today I didn’t want to as she was there. I tried acting like gentleman but my mind was full of sex.

After few mins I was surprised to see her snoring softly with the open book covering her big boobs. What caught my eye was she put her hand above her head fully exposing her right armpit with short crop of hair. And her navel was visible as her t shirt went a few inches up. Wah! I knew it was my night!

I carefully removed the book and switched off her side night lamp. Her body odor was overpowering. That’s the first time I was ever in close proximity of a girl. I wasn’t sure how to go about. Should I start or just shag and sleep. It was a great opportunity and wasn’t willing to let go.

At the same time was worried and afraid what if she creates a ruckus – my image will go for a toss irrevocably. Anyway, sex is too powerful for such correctness and I decided to take a chance to feel her up. After all if I’m caught I would say it was by mistake while sleeping! I had my excuses ready.

After coming back to my side of bed I saw her again lying sexily with her underarms exposed, boobs heaving, big thighs covered by her capri and exposed legs. My heart started to beat faster in excitement and fear of what I was going to do.

I checked too see if she was really asleep and after being sure I slowly put my hand on her exposed tummy very gently. The touch of my bare hand of on her skin was electrifying! I slowly moved towards her without shaking the bed. I pulled my face near her armpits…my heart was pounding loud I felt I will lose control of myself and wake her up and spoil everything.

I calmed down a bit till my breathing became normal. Again I came near her armpits slowly. Her body odor mixed with her perfume drove me crazy. My cock made a huge tent. In the excitement I started sweating too. I took the plunge finally!

I put my nose softly over her right hand armpit and sniffed. It gave me a high! I must have pre cummed again. What a smell! I didn’t want to push my luck too far. I withdrew quietly to my side of the bed thinking what’s happening. I was scared my breathing so close to her armpits will wake her up.

After a while making sure she isn’t awake, I again put my hand on her tummy softly. I remained like that for few minutes to see if she wakes up. No response. Those few minutes seemed like long time. Despite the AC, I was sweating out of sexcitement and fear.

Then I mustered courage and passion took over reasoning. I slowly inserted my right hand inside her t shirt moving up towards her left boob. I wanted to feel her tits. I couldn’t locate it but kept my hand gingerly worried she might wake up and put me in a spot. Her body odor was nice and seductive. I was enjoying and my heart was pounding with excitement.

It seemed like ages but maybe it was just a minute or so when I kept my palm cupping her left bra covered boob. I wanted knead and massage it badly. Just when I was thinking what to do next she suddenly shifted her sleeping position by turning towards her left showing her back to me. My hand was caught under her t shirt shifting its position automatically to her right boob. I was scared for a moment – this is it I’m caught in the act.

As my luck would have it nothing happened. Due to her shifting position my hand rested awkwardly on her right boob causing slight discomfort to me. I was afraid that my breathing down her neck literally would wake her up. I held my breath carefully and wanted to withdraw my hand to free it up.

I slowly moved my right hand down to free it up from her t shirt. As my hand made its way down I was literally caught red handed by her. I thought this is it I’m caught in the act and I’m done for. She caught my hand and my heart fluttered. My mind was racing with what response I should give by way of excuse when she confronts me.

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

What she did next was the most incredible thing. All this happened in few seconds and I just described the range of emotions my mind went through. As she caught my hand she pressed it hard over her right boob and squeezed it hard. I just couldn’t believe what was happening. It was a sure sign she wanted sex.

I played along. I started to squeeze her boob and shifted to her left boob too. I started kissing her neck…what an aroma she had! Kissed her exposed right fore arm before giving a peck on her right cheek. She turned around and I planted a soft kiss on her luscious lips. I didn’t take my hand off from under her t shirt but shifted the position to her back touching her bra straps.

Then I launched a proper lip kiss – my first to a girl and for her too first lip lock I learned later. She opened her mouth and we both explored each others tongues. It felt awkward first and the sounds of sucking each other’s lips was adding to the sexcitement. My chest was resting on her boobs as we embraced each other. She said softly “Shyam, make love to me”. I pretended to ask her for permission” are you sure?” She responded with a long kiss. Then passion took over.

I lost no time in making her sit in the bed. I took her t-shirt off her head when she raised her hands. Omg! I saw her black bra covered boobs so sexy they were in the dim night lamp. I started to squeeze them when she pushed my hands away and pulled off my t shirt and under shirt in one swoop. I was bare bodied. We both hugged each other.

That was the first time I’m hugging a girl. I was taking in her strong body odor mixed with perfume. Her hands on my bare back – for that matter the first time a female was touching me sexily – sent shock waves and sent my hormones on a wild ride. It was too much to handle.

We both fell on the bed and I started planting kisses all over her face, neck, boobs, tummy, navel. She started moaning in pleasure and held my shoulders. I kneeled in the bed and undid my pants and slid off my legs. I pulled off her capri. She helped me to remove it by raising her hips. As I pulled it off, I saw her black panties, sexy thunder thighs. What a sight it was! When I put my hands in her hips to pull down her panties she stopped me by pushing my hand away and pulled me up by my shoulder. Now we both were in our underwears. She in a sexy black bikini was a sight to behold. Soon I wanted her bra and panty on the floor to see her in full glory.

Our almost naked bodies touched each other. We again kissed our lips. My cock was rock hard and was over panty covered pussy. As were busy in our lip lock, my hands wandered off to her back trying rather fumbling with her bra hooks. I wanted to remove it. She pushed my hand away and giggled like a college girl. She said, “Not so fast Shyam”. I put my hand under her her bra cupping her right boob for the first time touching her tits. It was hard and pointed while her boobs were soft. She let out a hiss.

Without losing a moment I pulled down the right bra cup to reveal her naked boob. She didn’t object. I put my lips on her tits and started sucking to my hearts content. Her tits were sharp. I did the same to her left boob and kept alternating between them. Her moans added to the fun. I slowly went down kissing below her boobs and hit her navel with soft kisses. She went on a high as she pushed my head towards her navel. Then she couldn’t hold more when she pulled my by my hair up to her face. We lip locked again. We started sweating as she hugged me tight. She pulled back her bra cups to cover her boobs.

I took both her hands and put them above her head. It was hitting the bed post making her uncomfortable. Then I picked her up by her shoulder and shifted her horizontally in the bed. She asked me why. I told her I’m taking her to the moon. She giggled. I pulled her hands and put them over her head to reveal her sexy armpits. I put my lips on her right armpit and she smelled great. My left hand was caressing her right boob. I started licking her armpits and she started moaning. I switched to her left armpit. It was heavenly. She tried to catch my head but I didn’t allow that as I would be losing sight of her armpits. I caught her palms and pinned down above her head. Soon she was loving my kisses on her pits and her moans peaked.

I moved down to her boobs, gave love bites. She was in full heat…she pulled my head and buried my face in her cleavage. It stank a bit but I tolerated.

I pushed her bra cups to kiss her tits. She moaned sexily. I sucked them and fondled them with my fingers. I went down to her navel and started kissing them. She was ecstatic. I put my mouth to suck it and she pressed my head against her navel. She loved it.

I looked up to see her mounds but I don’t know when she did that her bra cups were covering her naked boobs. I started kneading the mounds.

I went down further to plant a kiss on her panty and inner thighs. I further explored her thighs by kissing them all over. It was a bit hairy. She turned over in a quick movement showing her back thighs. I caressed them and planted a kiss on the back of her knees and she squealed in pleasure. I went up to kiss her bum, back and tried removing her bra hooks. Before I could unhook, she again turned over and her boobs touched my chest. She was teasing me.

We lip locked again. She put her hands over my shoulders. My cock was making a big tent and poking her pussy. I went down and pulled her panty to reveal a bush over her love hole. She raised her hips to help me pull off her panty over her legs.

I buried my face in her bush and she sighed. I parted the bush to search for her love hole and she guided my fingers to it. I slowly inserted my fore finger. It was tight. She started moaning again. I didn’t want to hurt her. I inserted a little and she immediately pulled my hand and I put it on her mouth to suck it.

My cock was throbbing and it was too much for me to delay any further. I was worried I may cum any time and spoil my chance to have my first intercourse.

I climbed over her and laid over her. As if on cue, she raised her legs and wrapped around my hips – perfect missionary position. I was struggling to find her love hole. She squeezed her right hand between our hips, caught my cock and guided it to the opening of her love hole. The moment her hand touched my cock, I felt electrified and I moaned.

I took over from her and with my fingers I positioned my cock on the mouth of her hole and gave a thrust. No movement. I rested my left elbow on the bed for support and again gave a thrust to insert. It went in a bit. She asked me to go slow as it pained.

My foreskin came off, it was burning my cock head. I gave a massive push with my hips and my cock went through smoothly like a banana. She gave a big jerk and let out a short scream and dug her finger nails on my shoulders. She said it is paining. I consoled her telling it will be alright and soon she will start enjoying.

My cock head was burning as it was my first time and I was worried whether it will lose its bulge and become flaccid. I wanted to ensure it is fully aroused to have fun. I was slowly moving my cock up and down. She was screaming softly in pain. I lip locked to calm her down. I put my hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her boobs sprang up as if they were released from a cage.

As I increased my pace of shoving my cock inside her pussy, I lifted off her bra and removed it over hands and head in a quick move revealing her naked boobs. I had planned her bra removal this way inspired by Richard Gere doing the same to Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman while having sex. We both were fully nude.

I started kissing her tits and grabbed her boobs to fondle, knead, caress and massage them with one hand and used the other to support my thrusts. She was squealing in delight and said “Shyam, don’t stop, keep f****g”. I asked her to tighten her grip over my hips with her legs. We lip locked again. We were sweating like horses. As i increased my strokes into her pussy, she scratched my back with her nails and started talking dirty – full of expletives I never knew she could speak that language.

In the middle of this action somehow my cock started to lose its mojo. I didn’t want to lose steam midway. To keep it hard I began thinking of all the girls I’ve seen in porn movies. Didn’t help much. Then I started to imagine Navya making sexy cues and kissed her tits.

I grabbed her boobs. In the silence of the night, apart from the AC purring, the only sound we could hear was the ‘that, thap’ sound of my cock banging her hole.

Eventually I slowed down a bit as I was about to cum and couldn’t hold it any longer. I shot my full load inside her and a bit of the warm gooey liquid (semen) spilled over. We both were exhausted. I tried pulling out my cock of her pussy and the bare foreskin was paining. I stopped to take stock. She asked me what happened. I told her to relax and slowly pulled it. It was flaccid and sticky. I fell over her boobs exhausted. We both hugged each other and smelled like each other. Finally, I lost my virginity that too with my own sexy cousin.

Tailpiece:

She was caressing my hair. I was fondling her boobs. Soon we got off the bed, went to the loo and cleaned ourselves. I was worried how she will behave or react post our sex – I mean after the lust has worn off like in movies the girl would be remorseful and crying. To my relief, she was normal. We hit the bed again naked and started kissing each other and exchanged sweet nothings. I told her to take the pill in the morning which I said I will buy for her.

Soon she came on top of me and took my cock in her hands. Only then I realized the power of sensual touch by a girl – my flaccid cock sprang back to life….its another story as to what we did next, rather what she did to me….I will narrate another time. Until then bye…keep rocking!

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[Blue Bull]

~:Bangladeshi Maid:~
(An Indian Man enjoys his lactating maid.)
This is a fantasy story surrounding real events - I did have a Bangladeshi maid and I did have sex with her.
By: smartalex1978

Introduction:

This story dates back to when I was 25 and I was renting a flat in one of Mumbai's many suburbs.

I have always used domestic help since I lived alone and I was never good at cooking & cleaning. Over the years some of the maids were young, some were old, some interesting and some not worth looking at. I never did or even tried to act fresh with any of them and that's why I always had a very good impression with my maids. In fact throughout my building I was known as a very genial and helpful person. I have always maintained good relationships with everyone -- from my watchman to my neighbors. When it came to maids, I always preferred locals because I had had some bad experiences with illegal Bangladeshi women.

So it was very surprising when one day my maid (who was Indian) asked me a very strange favor. She wanted to give up her job at my place and wanted me to shelter an illegal Bangladeshi woman who would also act as my new maid. The reasons being that she was thrown out of her shanty by the cops and because she was illegal there was no respite in terms of harassment. To top it all, her husband ran away leaving her with a 5 month old infant. She was in a desperate situation. She knew my maid because they worked in the same building and asked her for help. My maid is a kind hearted middle aged lady who took pity on her and decided to help her out. According to her I was the only 'kind-hearted' guy living in a large house without any family or other commitments. And so she asked me whether Memoona (the Bangladeshi woman) could live in my house and work full time. I was dead set against it simply because of the kid. But I was pestered persistently and I finally gave in. I asked her to bring her in.

Memoona:

The first time I saw Memoona she was in pitiful state. She was carrying a small battered suitcase in one hand and a small infant in the other. Her clothes were old and worn out. She felt completely out of place and kept uttering 'Shukriya' (Thank you) repeatedly. I showed her the house and since I had a spare bedroom I asked to take it up as her temporary residence. She was very grateful and happy and even I felt good about myself. I was still concerned about the child and wondered what kind of a nuisance that would turn out to be. We decided that I would still pay her for her maid services in addition to sheltering her. However there wasn't enough work in my house to justify a full time maid. So we decided that she could keep some of her old clients and that would help her get some extra money. I told her not to worry about food since feeding 2 extra mouths wasn't a big deal for me. On this she told me that it would be only one mouth since her baby was breastfeeding. I remember this was the first time I explicitly thought of her in a sexual way and my cock gave the slightest of a twitch in my pants. I was wondering what it would be to have a breastfeeding woman live in my house. But those thoughts were quickly dispelled by my worries of having a new person in my house and how it would affect my daily routine.

First Week:

The first week was chaotic at the best. Even though the baby didn't cry all that often, it bawled once in a while and that drove me nuts. Memoona immediately sensed my irritation and she would do her best to pacify her. She would lock the door of her room to reduce the noise and at the same time give herself some privacy for breastfeeding. We quickly slipped into a routine. We would both get up early and do our morning chores. After that she would prepare breakfast for me while I got ready and watched TV. I would leave by 8:30 and she would clean up after me. After I left, she finished cooking and cleaning in two other apartments. I would return home by 6:30. She would be back home and have tea ready by then. After tea I would either hit the gym or watch TV while she prepared dinner. Dinner was served by 9:00 after which I retired to my room or watched some TV. After dinner I encouraged her to join me in the main room to watch TV and I would keep the Hindi channels because she was pretty fluent in Hindi.

But of course there are so many other things that she had to learn. I had to explain the difference between a shampoo and a body wash, how to use a commode, how to operate my washing machine and microwave oven etc. She was an enthusiastic learner. These small things made us grow comfortable with each other. We would share a joke occasionally. She learned quickly and within a few weeks made herself right at home.

But within that time I also realized that neither she nor her baby had the right or adequate number of clothes. She would wear her set of 4-5 sarees over and over again. And I had no idea about the status of her underwear department. Even the kid needed new clothes. Once when her saree pallu wasn't covering her chest completely I noticed 2 damp spots on her blouse in the general area of her nipples. I realized it was her milk and although I was a little aroused, I felt sorry for her. This was also the time when I first started noticing her body more closely.

Let me describe Memoona to you. She was a tall woman by Indian standards (about 5'6") with a perfectly oval face. Her skin was dark, smooth and had a beautiful sheen to it. Her eyes were almond shaped and her lips were full like most Bengali women. She had a beautiful smile and excellent teeth (no tobacco or other bad habits). Her hair was waist long, jet black and bordering on curly. She was on the slim side and because she was tall she had a slight hunch. Her blouses didn't go a long way down and she wore her petticoat just above her navel. Hence there was a lot of gap between the end of her blouse and the beginning of her petticoat. She generally kept her chest well covered with her pallu dbanging it completely. But her back was always exposed and it was long, slender and her spine was well accentuated. There was only the slightest hint of fat on her waist. I couldn't make out the size of her tits although from their outline I felt that they were nice and full probably because she was lactating. She had wide, rounded hips. She would wear a saree day in and day out while relaxing, sleeping or working.

After about a month I finally asked her if she would like new clothes. As expected she refused flat out. I insisted and she said that she would buy new saree's in a few days time. I gave her some money to help her out and she took it reluctantly. Apart from saree's I knew she needed some night clothes and I asked her if she would mind if I picked up a few. I could easily estimate her size and anyways the fit didn't have to be perfect. She stared blankly at me for a short while but she didn't say anything. I took that as a yes. Of course I also wanted to buy her some underwear made for nursing mothers but I didn't know how to ask her size. That evening when she was preparing dinner I went into her room and checked her small pile of clothes. There were no bras in the pile so I assumed that she wasn't in the habit of wearing them. Her panties were all multi-colored without any markings.

So the next day I had to go through the embarrassing ordeal of buying nighties and underwear. The nighties had an enormous range from plain to fancy. Even within the maternity ones I couldn't decide. So I picked 2 maternity and 2 regular ones for her. I chose the more fancy ones with smoother materials and a lot of lace. Shopping for panties was a little easier. I simply bought half a dozen of them in different colors. On returning home I first gave her the nighties telling her to wear them while at home. She became a bit uncomfortable but she accepted them gratefully. I showed her the zips on both sides near the chest area and told her "bacche ko doodh pilane ke liye" (for feeding the child). She was visibly embarrassed. The panties were all rolled in a brown bag. I just handed her the bag saying "maine socha iski bhi aapko zaroorat hain" (I felt you needed this too) and fled the room.

The rest of the evening passed without incident. When she came to server me dinner I asked her if everything 'fitted' well and she gave me a smile and said everything was just fine and thanked me again. Next morning when I woke up and walked into the kitchen I was surprised to see Memoona wearing her new nightgown. It was a regular one which turned out to be quite figure-hugging. It showed off her curves very nicely. She had just come out of the shower and her hair was undone and a little damp. She saw me checking her out and smiled at me. I grinned and blurted out "Acchi lag rahi ho" (You are looking nice). She didn't make any comments but I could sense a smile at the edges. I felt some tension in the air. Because she just had a bath and the AC was on I could detect her nipples under the soft fabric of the gown. I convinced her to take some money and buy some saree's and clothes for the infant.

Getting to know each other:

Memoona turned out to be a very easy going person with a ready giggle and happy-go-lucky attitude. We would chat in the evenings -- she would be talking and I would be listening most of the times. She asked me about my work but I found it difficult to explain what I did for a living. That didn't discourage her from asking questions with her usual enthusiasm and inquisitiveness. She was taking good care of me and the house and I was thankful for that so I didn't mind her talkative nature. Actually I liked hearing her voice and she had a pleasant smile. I also loved playing with the kid which she particularly liked.

As the days passed I was unmistakably getting attracted to her. Just observing her move around in her saree was a huge turn on. Her short blouse with deep back left a lot of flesh exposed. Her slender waist contrasted her large child-bearing hips which swayed beautifully as she walked. Her thin cotton sarees that clung to her bust was a source of numerous wet dreams. My apartment had a narrow corridor which connected all the rooms and I got plenty of chanced to brush past her. Soon I started fantasizing about fucking her. Every part of her body -- her eyes, lips, hair and even her fingers began to turn me on.

But I also knew that I had some amount of affection for her so I wasn't about to try anything stupid. I knew she felt obliged by my action of sheltering her and hence she took very good care of me. And that in turn made me feel responsible for my actions. She would care about every aspect of my life -- appearance, health, work timings, eating and sleeping habits. It felt nice to be cared and wanted. On occasions she would catch me staring at her but she would always give me a wonderful smile. I wouldn't know what went on in her mind during those times but I am guessing she liked me as a man and found me attractive.

Sometimes when I would get bored I would stand at the entrance of the kitchen or the bathroom as she cooked or washed. Initially she was surprised but later on she chatted me up sensing that I was getting bored. While washing clothes on the bathroom floor she had this habit of bunching up her pallu so it would run up the middle of her blouse. I could clearly see her milk-laden breasts straining against the blouse and she rocked back and forth. Because she didn't wear a bra I could sometimes see the outlines of her erect nipples through the blouse. After talking with her for a few minutes I would excuse myself (saying I needed to use the WC), jack off and rejoin her. This happened so frequently that it would take an idiot not to recognize the pattern. I am sure she did but did nothing to discourage me from talking to her and neither did she adjust her pallu.

Our inhibitions were melting fast. I made it a habit to come out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. I didn't have a six-pack but I had a broad, hairy chest which I made sure she saw on more than one occasion. All these actions made her only more friendly and talkative towards me. I couldn't understand whether she was flirting or just being overly friendly. So I just didn't know how to take it to the next step because she had never behaved inappropriately with me.

Malaria:

My lucky break came with a disease endemic to India -- Malaria. I have got it about 4-5 times in my lifetime and I know the symptoms so well that I can pretty much diagnose myself. One evening after coming back from work I was already feeling feverish and stiff. After dinner the fever increased and by midnight I got the chills. I knew it was the mosquitoes at work and I took some tablets to reduce the fever. In the morning I went to the doctor and got my blood work and got started on my treatment. I hadn't bothered Memoona with the details till now though she knew I wasn't feeling well.

After coming home I was feeling extremely weak. I told her about the Malaria and she immediately started fretting over me. I called work to take the week off and went to my room to lie down. She came into my room and I instructed her to keep checking on my fever and keep giving me pills at regular intervals. Over the next few days she was constantly at my side checking on me, giving me food and medicine and in general giving me company. She tucked me in as I suffered the chills and even slept on the floor in my room for a couple of nights. By the night third day I was reeking and I needed to bathe. But she stopped me as soon as she saw what I was about to do. I sensed an opportunity and asked whether she would give me a sponge bath. To my surprise she didn't hesitate and asked to me remove my shirt and lie down while she went and prepared the warm water.

My first sponge bath at the lovely hands of Memoona was exquisite. She sat next to my waist and started to clean me with the warm and wet towel. She started at my neck and had to lean over me to do that. She was still wearing her day saree and I could see one of her breasts was outside the pallu. I could clearly see its shape and its heaviness as it strained against the fabric of her blouse. It gently swayed as she delicately cleaned my entire torso. At the moment all I could think of was to rip her blouse and suck on that tit of hers real hard. I could even smell her musky aroma after a hard day's work. In my drugged and weak state I didn't realize that I was staring at her chest area until she coughed and adjusted her pallu to cover her exposed breast. Our eyes met as I looked up sheepishly. I gave her a weak smile to which she responded with a faint smile of her own. She turned me over and cleaned my back. After she was done I asked her to hand me the wet towel and leave the room as I had to clean 'down there'. As I wrapped the wet towel around my flaccid dick I realized that it had been a long time since I was inside a woman since my college girlfriend. I again debated if making a move on Memoona was the right thing and if so what would be the ideal time. As I lay down there, thinking about the 10 minutes during which she cleaned me I knew I had to have her. It was just a question of how delicately I could put forward my intentions. I called for her and when she entered my room I noticed she had showered and changed into her nightie. I told her my head was paining and whether she would apply some balm and massage it. She immediately got the balm and sat at the head of the bed on my right. In this position she was behind me and I couldn't see her. But I could sense her left thigh and hip was close to my head. After a few minutes I gathered the courage, lifted my head and placed it on her left thigh. My eyes were shut tight as I hoped for the best. To my relief she adjusted my head a bit more and continued with her massage! I was really happy that she had allowed me to become a bit closer to her. After some time I asked her to stop, slid down from her thigh and feel asleep.

The next night we followed the same routine -- sponge bath with head massage. On the third night when she came to give me a sponge bath I noticed that she had her pallu bunched up just the way she did when she washed clothes! I didn't know what to make of it but I decided to stare at her chest brazenly. I felt her movements were a bit exaggerated today. Her chest was closer to my face than other nights. Or maybe I was imagining things. While massaging my head she even took it and placed it on her thigh herself. I was overjoyed with this marked changed in attitude! I decided to take this a step further. When she asked me if she could stop I pretended I was sleepy and she didn't disturb me. I actually fell asleep in that position and didn't realize when she left my room. In the morning everything was back to normal. I was feeling much better but was still weak.

I decided to take complete rest for 2 more days not only to recover but also to receive the special treatment I was receiving from my lovely maid. I noticed there was a definite change in her demeanor. She appeared more confident and in charge. But apart from that it was business as usual during the day. It was only during the night that I could sense some tension between us.

Breaking the ice:

Obviously my sponge baths had to stop within a few days but I didn't want to lose the intimacy that we had developed. I found a perfect excuse. I told her that my feet got tired at the end of a hard day of work and they needed massaging. I used to sit in a cube the whole day but of course she didn't know. She immediately offered to massage them. She usually massaged my feet as I watched TV. She would sit on the ground and I would be seated in my sofa. I would wear pajama's at home which I would hoist up to my knees. These became a nuisance and I switched to wearing a 'lungi' (a men's sarong if you will!) with nothing underneath.

She massaged my legs facing the TV so she would place my foot on her knee to get access to the calf. I was shirtless most of the time. Just a lungi was my preferred attire in presence of Memoona. And she became really careless about her pallu which was mostly bunched up between her jugs or dropping all the time. She even fed the kid in the same room as me a few times, although with her back turned towards me. I bought her a few more nighties and sarees. These were mostly gowns with no sleeves and a sexy, satin material. She would wear these during our massages and I would compliment her often which flattered her to no end. Touching each other became more commonplace. I had now progressed from tapping her shoulder to touching her back if I needed to get her attention. She would massage my back, shoulders, and arms.

Finally one day I decided and told her to massage my "injured" hamstring. She asked me to lie on my back. But I told her that I wanted to watch TV. I was sitting in an armchair with my lungi lifted to my knees. This time she had no option but to turn towards me and squat between my legs. She told me to sit on the edge of the chair so she could reach it. Her face was just a couple of feet away and level with my crotch. She took some warm oil and dipped her hands into my lungi and starting massaging my thigh. It was an exquisite feeling and within minutes I was rock hard although the lungi cleverly hides erections. She was also careful not to touch my crotch. I complimented her on her technique and told her to work on the other thigh. 30 minutes of memoona's thigh massage and I was ready to burst. I purposely let out loud contented sighs to let her know the pleasurable effect she was having on me.

The next day when she came to massage me, she was wearing a new sleeveless, satiny robe. Her dark skin was glistening with after shower sweat. Her hair was loosely tied and still slightly damp. The fell in curls on her back where it made the gown wet. Her arms were slim with just the right amount of flesh. She was looking like a sex goddess that descended on earth to serve me. I knew I had to do something that night. I asked her to work on the hamstring again. When she turned to face me I saw her mammaries straining against the satin and her nubs making unmistakable imprints on the smooth & soft fabric. She caught me staring at her but didn't comment. My cock was pulsating visibly and I saw her sneaking glances at the rhythmic movement of the fabric. I was becoming desperate. I told her that the oil had given me a rash or something. She felt the area but said she couldn't find anything wrong. I told her the skin was itching badly and lifted my leg to show her the spot. This caused my lungi to slide all the way back to my waist revealing my raging hard on. My balls had bunched up and were swollen to the size of eggs. My head had enlarged to an impossible size and was bright red. And my shaft was covered with bulging veins and throbbing violently.

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Memoona, a young, single, beautiful, mother living with a man unrelated to her for the past 3 months, needed no further encouragement. The next few minutes were in slow motion. She placed both her hands on my thighs and moved slowly towards my crotch. One hand cupped my balls as if she owned them and the other hands snaked around the shaft and bent it towards her. Her fingers were wrapped around my cock while her thumb was pressing and playing with the head. She put pressure at the base which caused pre-cum to escape. She caught the flow with her thumb and spread it on the head with all her fingers. Her attention was solely focused on my cock head. She kept pressing it, checking its firmness and kept lubricating it as my pre-cum flowed like a river. I realized her face was inches away from my cock. She extended her tongue and caught the next drop. I grabbed her by the back of her neck and nudged her closer. She got the message and opened her mouth into which I guided my cock head. She sucked it like an expert biting on the head every so often. Both her hands were on my shaft and she looked a small girl with a lollipop. I wanted to see her breasts but the feeling of her warm mouth on my mushroom was too good to let go. I did untie her hair so that her lovely curls were all over my crotch.

I wish I could say that I did more but the truth is I had been without a woman for way too long and so within 5 minutes I was ready to cum. I pushed her back, lifted her chin and came in long intense spurts all over her neck and shoulders. My orgasm was so intense that it left me sweating, panting and a little woozy. When I opened my eyes she was still squatting between my legs, with her hands on my naked thighs watching my cock shrink. I told her 'Chal saaf kar' (Clean up). I was surprised to see how quickly she reverted back to being a maid. She brought a wet napkin and wiped my now flaccid cock. She also squeezed out a few remaining drops and lowered my lungi to cover me up (I thought her husband must have trained her well!). She cleaned the floor which had a few drops of jizz and left the room for me to ponder the next steps. I retired to my room without any further interaction with her.

The next day:

The next morning everything was more or less back to normal. She smiled at me a lot and tried to chat me up. She was looking at me with expectant eyes hoping that I would say or do something different or special. But apart from out usual morning banter I didn't venture out. I had thought about this night before and I realized that I didn't want a companion, girlfriend, or worse, a wife. I just wanted a maid with privileges and it was important for Memoona to recognize her place -- she was my maid, I was her employer/provider and even though we could use each other to satisfy our urges it would never change our overall relationship. That evening we found ourselves in the same position. After working on my calves, I invited her to work on my hamstrings. This time I didn't expose myself even though I was rock hard. After finishing both my hamstrings she looked up to me to figure out the next move.

Now imagine my friends: your pretty, dark skinned, lactating maid is kneeling between your legs. She is resting her oil-smeared hands on your exposed thighs. You are wearing nothing but an old lungi that is now only covering your rock hard erection. She is wearing a green saree with a plain, orange colored, cotton blouse. She has just stepped out of a bath and her hair is open and slightly damp. Her pallu is bunched up so that you can clearly see both her blouse-covered globes. Her blouse is thin and almost transparent and she is not wearing a bra. Not only can you see the bump of her teat you can also see the shadow of her dark brown nipple through that paper thin blouse. You know she is eager to please you. What would you do? Here is what I did.

I looked at her and told her "Khol na" (Unwrap it). She lifted the lungi to free my lund (cock). It immediately assumed it natural stance which is curved upwards with the head almost touching my belly button. With each hand she held one of my balls. With her fingers she delicately examined and gently pressed each nut. She picked at my sac, feeling the overgrown hair and licked each nut delicately till it was completely covered with her spit. She also lightly traced her fingertips over my perineum. Then she took some oil and massaged both my perineum and nut-sac leaving me breathless. I wondered if she was really a whore or just an amazing wife. With her oily palm she then pressed on the underside of shaft causing me to moan loudly. She smiled at my reaction and starting rubbing the underside with her palm in leisurely strokes. Her other hand greased my scrotum thoroughly leaving nothing dry. She then held my lund and bent it towards her so she was looking directly at the eye of the snake. She squeezed my shaft and a big glob of pre-cum escaped from the eye. She carefully took the whole drop and rubbed it back onto my shaft along with the oil. My cock, which had never received such detailed and loving attention, was throbbing in her hands.

I was close to coming but unlike yesterday I wanted to see Memoona in just her skin. I told "ek minute, hataa" (let go for a minute) and she obediently let go of my cock. She was still kneeling between my legs. I lifted the pallu of her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. I drank in the sight of her in her weathered short sleeved blouse. The fabric was completely stretched as it was trying to prop up her milk-laden breasts. Her tummy was almost flat with her navel just peeking over the top of her saree. Her saree and petticoat were tied tightly digging into her soft fleshy waist creating delicious love handles. Saree blouses are typically front closing with 4-5 metallic hooks. As I leaned forward to unhook the first one, we heard a whimpering from the room where her kid was sleeping. By the time I reached the third hook the whimpering turned into a loud cry.

For the first time I had seen Memoona's cleavage and I was all worked up. But when I looked up I saw that all her attention was now focused on her crying child. I sighed and let go and motioned her to check on her kid. She immediately sprang up and ran to her baby with her blouse half unhooked and pallu trailing behind her on the floor. I was left nursing a throbbing erection. I could hear her trying to pacify the kid from the other room. I waited for 10 minutes during which time my blood cooled down. I shut off all the lights and went to sleep

Milk and Oil:

In the morning I woke up with my usual hard-on. I could hear Memoona's patter from the bathroom. My heart beat quickened and my cock stiffened as I walked through the events of last night. I started rubbing my lund over the lungi. By the time I was completely awake I realized that now I didn't have to wank off to get my monkey to behave.

I shouted her name. She came scurrying to my room and stood at the door. I called her inside - 'Idhar aa' (Come here). She was wearing the same saree from last night. I realized I had interrupted her cleaning the utensils because her petticoat/saree was hoisted up revealing her smooth calves. Her hands were wet and there were splashes of water all over her. Seeing her walk towards me caused my lund to become erect and I went back to stroking it. She looked at my hand and understood why I called her. I held her by the wrist and directed her to sit down on the floor between my legs. I took her hand, lifted my lungi and wrapped her fingers around my shaft. She immediately started stroking it. She was wearing her pallu modestly so I dropped it to the floor, quickly unbuttoned the top few hooks and fished out one of her boobs. It was soft and surprisingly lighter colored compared to the rest of her body. Her areola was large and almost black.

It had been a long time since I had held a woman's tit and Memoona suffered the consequences. I mauled her tit first with one hand and then with both hands when I realized she was leaking. I couldn't express more than a few drops of her sweet milk but the sight of it drove me wild. I removed her last few hooks and almost tore the blouse off her body. I made her sit up on her knees and put one of her mammaries in my mouth. I suckled on her teats trying to tease out as much milk as possible. I drank hungrily, biting her as her strokes became more urgent and rapid. I knew I wouldn't last more than a minute if I entered her so I decided to come all over her naked chest. I pulled her closed towards me and rubbed my cock-head over by her teats. Then I handed my shaft back to her and she rubbed the underside of my shaft all over chest and breasts. My pre-cum was not enough to lubricate her actions so I took some hair-oil and and rubbed it on her chest, her breasts and her neck. The result was amazing. Not only was the feeling of my meat getting rubbed on her warm, slick tits exquisite, but the sight was also very erotic.

But I wanted more. I told her 'thoda doodh nikaal' (Express some milk). She expertly squirted some milk all over my groin. The feeling of my cock getting rubbed in a mixture of oil and milk on my maid's naked chest was enough to push me over the edge. I pulled her towards me and wrapped my thighs tightly across her chest. I came violently with all my pent up jizz from last night erupting in thick ropes and coating her entire chest with a mixture of oil, cum and her own milk. After I recovered my composure I looked at her and saw a hint disappointment in her eyes. She was still working my now deflating cock, dutifully squeezing out the last few drops of my man-juice.

As I watched my half naked maid, sitting on the floor, cleaning me with a cloth, I realized that she had taken care of my needs on three occasions and in return I hadn't even touched her sex. I felt bad for her and took her in my arms. I planted a kiss on her cheeks (our first) and nuzzled her nape & shoulders. She seemed to like that as she looked at me and smiled. I knew she was craving affection and appreciation. I told her 'bahut mazaa aaya! tumko yeh sab kisne sikhayaa?' (I really enjoyed it! Who taught you these things?) She answered 'mere mard ko accha lagtaa tha' (My husband really enjoyed this).

My suspicions were confirmed. She was well trained by her husband in the art of pleasuring manhood. I understood this was a woman to be treasured. I thanked her husband in my mind and felt sorry for the fool to let go of such a woman. I decided to fulfill any and all of Memoona's sexual desires. I knew that a mixture of discipline with affection and appreciation would allow me to get all my fantasies fulfilled by my maid. I kissed her cheek again and whispered in her ear -- 'Aaj raat ko chodugaa tujhe' (I will fuck you tonight). She smiled coyly, hurriedly covered her tits with her blouse and scampered out of my room leaving me to get ready.

I finally nail her:

The day passed in a sexual daze. Work seemed tremendously harder to accomplish when all I could imagine was Memoona's pussy and its warm slick texture on my needy cock. By the time I navigated through Mumbai's traffic it was late in the evening and I was tired. Memoona was already home and making food in the kitchen.

I showered, prepared a drink for myself and sat down to watch TV. I saw her move around the house. She was wearing a nightgown for breastfeeding mothers that I had bought her. Her body was clearly silhouetted when she walked in from of the TV a few times and I could see that she was not wearing a bra. I then heard her child cry out and heard her go into the spare bedroom and lock the door. I was horny and decided that I couldn't wait for dinner or her customary foot massage. I chucked my vest and went into her room with just my lungi covering my body. This was the first time I had entered her room while she was feeding and I was a bit apprehensive. She was sitting on the floor with her back towards the door and she immediately turned when she heard the door open. Our eyes met and I smiled. She returned the smile and her gaze fell to my crotch and she noticed the bulge. I foolishly asked 'kya kar raheen ho?' (What are you doing?). She said 'doodh pila raheen ho' (Feeding him milk). Then she went back to feeding her child while I stood foolishly behind her. Her son was about 8 months old but he still needed an occasional feed. The little guy had Memoona's teat in his mouth and was asleep.

The sight of her exposed breast made me rock hard and I lifted my lungi to expose my lund. I patted Memoona on her shoulder to show her my urgency. Her head was at the level of my groin and at first she was a little taken aback to see my cock so close to her face. She then looked down at her son and then looked at me as if making a decision. Since the kid was sleeping she turned around and planted a light kiss on my upturned cock which enraged it all the more. I bent my shaft and brought the head close to her mouth. She gobbled up more than half of my fat 7 incher in one go. With one hand cradling her son, she used her other hand to blow me. I bent my knees and move in front of her to give her easier access. I untied from lungi and lifted it over my head. Standing buck naked with my knees slightly bent I held her by her face and starting fucking her mouth.

This was new to her and she resisted at first. So I gently unwrapped her fingers from my shaft and told her 'mooh khol' (Open your mouth). She let go of my cock and opened her mouth wide. Fucking her mouth was not as enjoyable since she wasn't experienced. She even gagged a couple of times. Sensing she was losing interest I decided to skip the appetizers and go directly for the main course. I told her to keep the kid on the side and made her lie down on her back. I lifted her gown to reveal her unshaven pubes. I pushed her legs apart to examine her sex. The entire vulva was extremely dark in color -- almost black. She had nice protruding meat-flaps which I love. They were already moist and when I separated them I could see the bright pink of her canal into which my lucky cock would make an entry tonight. I took my time to caress her inner thighs, her pubes and her sex. Occasionally I would plant kisses and lick her inner lips to get a taste of her salty juices. All this while I kept making eye contact to gauge her reaction.

She was extremely docile and only her slight smile and occasional twitches in her pussy gave me indication that she was ready. I moved between her legs and placed my cock at her moist entrance. I rubbed my cock head all over her inner lips and opening to coat it with her juices. I squeezed at the base to release a large drop of pre-cum that slid down and fell into her opening. I looked at her one final time and pushed the head pass her opening. She immediately let out a groan that caused me to stop. I leaned forward and placed my hands underneath her pits so I was directly above her. I pushed a little and backed out. I did this till the top half of my shaft was covered with her juices and then I gave one final plunge and rammed it in to the hilt. Despite her pregnancy she was nice and tight. I could feel her moist innards closing in on my cock. I started stroking her gently at first and then picked up the pace. She lifted her hips off the ground to meet my strokes. She had turned her face to one side and closed her eyes. I stopped to remove each of her tits through the openings in the gown. I lowered myself, and suckled on each tit till it was completely wet. When I looked up, she still had her eyes closed.

To be honest, our first fuck was an anti-climax since she was non-responsive except for a few occasional grunts. Because she was so chatty otherwise, I had expected a lot more action from her. Nevertheless my cock was thoroughly enjoying itself and pretty soon I came forcefully all over her crotch and her nightie. I was tired from the action and my knees were burning pretty bad because of the hard floor. I just lay on my back next to her panting. I could feel the last few drops of my cum escape through my now-flaccid cock and drip on to my thighs. I nudged Memoona and told her 'saaf kar' (clean up). She immediately found a napkin to clean me up. I collected my lungi and left her room and had a nice deep sleep.

'Submission':

The next day was a holiday and I woke up like a kid after his birthday. I had a new toy and I was going to spend my weekend playing with it. I went to the bathroom wearing just my lungi where I found Memoona washing clothes. My bathroom was narrow was structured such that first came the washbasin, then a shower area and then finally at the rear in a corner the WC. Between the basin and the shower area there was enough space for maids to wash clothes the Indian way by squatting on the floor.

She looked at me and I told her 'peshaab lagi hain' (I need to pee). On prior occasions she would leave the bathroom but this time I held her down by her shoulder and told her she could stay. I went to the pot and did my job standing with my back to her. I looked over my shoulder a couple of times but she was busy with the clothes. After I finished peeing I took a stool (Indian version, only about 6 inches off the ground) and squatted down facing her. She was wearing a red and white saree with a crimson blouse and petticoat. The only thing exposed were her legs below her knees. But her pallu was bunched up as usual and I could see her well endowed chest being restrained by a front closing, short sleeved blouse. I couldn't control myself. I placed my hand on her breast and pumped it a few times. She didn't respond and continued to look down and wash her clothes. I held her face by her chin and lifted it and asked her 'sharmaati kyon hain?' (Why are you so shy?). She didn't answer but smiled coyly.

Her mannerisms stoked my erection and I started rubbing myself over the lungi. She glanced at my hand and my crotch but continued her work. To distract her even more, I untied my lungi and lifted over my head. Now I was stark naked and my hand was nursing my angry lund. She kept looking at my crotch while trying to keep busy. I forcibly took her soapy hand and placed it on my dick. She let out a giggle but immediately wrested her hand free. It was great to feel her cool soapy fingers in the hot & humid Bombay climate. That gave me an idea. She had already filled a couple of buckets with water and so I took a pitcher and poured some water over myself. I gave her some soap and told her 'badan pe saabun lagaa de' (soap my body). After some cajoling she agreed to set aside the clothes. She asked me to turn around and poured some water over my back and took some soap and started rubbing it in. The bathroom was filled with the tinkling of her glass bangles and the squishy sounds as her palms massaged my back. She did a thorough job of cleaning my shoulders and back all the way down to my butt crack. I turned around and she did my front also.

I noticed that a lot of water was getting splashed on her sari. I told her 'sari geeli ho jayegi' (you'll wet your sari). She promptly stood up and removed her sari to reveal her red blouse and petticoat. She sat down and continued washing my chest, pits and hands. I then stood up and turned around so she could work on my legs. She lightly soaped my buttocks but avoided my crack. By this time I was thoroughly enjoying her massage despite my erection. But when I turned around and saw her squatting on the floor, cleaning my calves, I felt a sudden surge of blood to my loins. From top I could only see a hint of cleavage but as any Indian man knows a sari blouse worn without a bra leaves very little to imagination. Her blouse had splashes of soap and water and was getting transparent in several places. After working on my calves she started massaging my thighs. I noticed her staring at my upturned cock several times.

Contd......

[Blue Bull]

Without prompting, she caught my sac in both her hands and starting soaping it so sensuously that a groan escaped my lips. Pretty soon she was giving me what I call a trademark Memoona handjob -- one hand working my nuts and the other palm rubbing the underside of my shaft in slow and deliberate strokes. She was now kneeling on the bathroom floor and her jugs were proudly jutting out. She used a liberal amount of soap and had worked up lots of lather on my cock.

I told her 'chooos' (suck). She took the pitcher and poured water over my groin. Because she was kneeling, what ended up happening was that a lot of the water bounced off my body making her wet. I noticed she didn't care. So I took the pitcher from her, filled it with water and poured it over her chest. She squealed in surprised. Her blouse immediately became transparent and she instinctively crossed her arms over her chest. I grabbed her by her hair and shoved my cock in her mouth. I took her hands and placed them over my buttocks. Trained as she was, she didn't need further directions. She dug her fingers deep and her head starting bobbing rhythmically as she worked my lund like a pro.

Meanwhile I kept pouring water over her till I emptied the bucket. I lifted her up and she stood in front me completely soaked from head to toe. Her blouse was transparent and despite the dark color I could clearly see the outlines of her nipples. Her petticoat was clinging to her body outlining her fleshy thighs and her mound. I undid her petticoat by opening the drawstring that was holding it up. It fell down to bathroom floor under its own weight with a big splash. I pulled her towards me and tugging at the top of her blouse with one hand I poured some water down her cleavage with the other. Her blouse overflowed from the top but some of it dribbled from the bottom. I undid her blouse and her hair and stood back to examine her.

Memoona looked an absolute beauty standing full naked in my bathroom. Her wet hair fell all over her shoulders and drops of water were dripping from them on to her breasts where they collected around her black areolas and fell to the floor. She was looking at me with eyes that were both coy and expectant. She was covering her mound with one hand and the other hand was wrapped around her midsection holding on to the other elbow. I took that hand, put some soap on it and placed it on my cock. She grabbed it hungrily but instead of pumping my shaft she went straight for my nuts and lathered them thoroughly. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her to me. I took her other arm and put it around my neck as out wet bodies met. Her soft breasts pressed against my ribs and my shaft poked her in her bush.

I went straight for her neck and started kissing and licking her all over her neck and shoulders. She giggled and squirmed in my arms as my actions tickled her. I was running my hands all over her back and grabbing her fleshy buns. She continued to stoke my lust with her 'ball-job'. I engulfed her in my arms and nibbled on her ear and kissed her cheek. I licked her shoulders and moved down to the rise of her breasts. I bit her all over her chest and rubbed my face between her tits and suckled and fondled them. Her right breast immediately gave up milk and started dripping. I went down on my knees and let my tongue trace circles around her deep navel. I invaded her nether region with my hand and it came out slick with her juices. I replaced my hands with my mouth and tasted her early morning juices. I heard a loud moan from Memoona and she suddenly grabbed my hair with both her hands and started thrusting her groin in my face! After the initial shock I recovered and thrust my tongue out as far out as possible so that she could rub her labia & clitoral hood on my tongue. She bent her knees and rhythmically moved her hips. I was so aroused by this crude gesture from my docile maid that I drank all her juices even though it was a bit too strong for my taste.

After servicing her pussy for a few minutes I got up and gave her a deep kiss so that she would taste herself in my mouth. Then I turned her around and made her bend over. She held on to the bucket for support. I slipped one foot between her legs and pushed her legs apart. From this angle I could see her puckered asshole and the bottom of her mound was perfectly in line with my cock. Without any ceremonies I slammed all 7 inches of my meat into her waiting cunt. A loud 'aaaaaaah' escaped her mouth. I started banging her sloppy cunt. After a few strokes I heard rhythmic grunts of 'unnnghh', unnnghh'. Now let me tell you that Memoona has a typical high-pitched voice normal to south-asian women. But the sounds that were coming from her mouth were more guttural and in fact primitive in nature. Her grunts were really driving me over the edge so I stopped and slapped her upturned ass as hard as I could, leaving dark red stripes in her dark brown skin. She squealed loudly but didn't ask me to stop. I alternated between fucking her and spanking her to make sure I lasted long enough. After some time her grunts became louder and more urgent. I guessed she was close to her climax, so I kept my pace and struggled not to come. At last she came with one loud uunnnnnnnnggghhh!! I saw her back spasm a couple of times and felt her cunt tighten on my cock.

Both of us were panting and she simple collapsed on the bathroom floor. But I wasn't done with her yet. I made her turn around and sit down with her back and head pressed against the wall. I told her 'mooh khol' (open your mouth) and shoved my cock deep down her throat. I held her face in place by putting one hand on her head and one under her chin. Between the wall and my vise-like grip she could not move her head and I was in complete control. She gagged a couple of times but she understood my urgency and opened her mouth wide. As I was about to come I instructed her not to swallow. I shot a huge stream but somehow she managed to keep most of it in her mouth without swallowing. After I regained my composure I asked her open her mouth and spat several times mixing my saliva with my seed and then I asked her to drink up which she did dutifully. As my final act, I took a few gulps of fresh milk from her leaking right breast and left the bathroom after having had my morning shower and morning fuck.

That session pretty much set the tone of our sexual relationship -- she accepted being completely submissive to my demands. This didn't mean that I could take any liberty with her (for example she never allowed me to perform anal) but I did get to do pretty much whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and however I wanted. It was much later that she let me know that she enjoyed giving herself up to me. Her initial reluctance was a fear that I would get violent with her (which her husband did on a regular basis) or I would pimp her out (which her husband tried to do). As for me, I never had any intentions of sharing this good fortune and she never gave me any reason to get angry enough to hurt her. But all this came later. For the first few weeks I was still nervously testing Memoona's limits.

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My apartment building was in a busy area with a lot of buildings around us and I could see into my neighbor's homes from every window in my home. This put a crimp in my style since we had to make sure that all windows/doors were closed before we did anything. Now friends, I, as most men, like some spontaneity. I don't like restricting sex to a night-time activity just before going to bed.

A few weeks into our affair and I was still unsure about initiating sex with Memoona. Even though she never said no, I was a perfect gentleman by making sure she was not inconvenienced. But I wanted the freedom you have with your girlfriend or wife -- the freedom to simply grab your woman and fuck her right then and there.

Mumbai in the month of May is sweltering hot and humid. And working in the kitchen in front of the hot stove made you sweat. For that matter any household activity made you sweat. Even sitting under a fan made you sweat! Seeing Memoona carry on her household chores was a huge turn on. Her blouse would perpetually have huge sweat patches under her pits, around the cleavage and on her back.

This is specific to India, but maids generally squat on the floor while they are sweeping or mopping. Memoona would lift her sari plus petticoat to her knees before squatting which means her meaty shanks would always be visible. Watching this activity is very erotic as the woman has to contort her body in various positions as she takes a wet cloth in her hands and tries to clean every nook and cranny. Sometimes she is bending down displaying her cleavage and sometimes she is on all fours looking like a bitch waiting to be fucked. Anyone who knows what I am talking about knows exactly what a turn on this is. But of course it is also frustrating when you know you cannot do anything about it. In my case it was all the more frustrating since I could fuck her but I had to wait till evening when she was finished with her work.

It was on one such hot Sunday that I was overcome by the constant teasing. On that day, I was sitting on a chair in the hall watching Memoona mop the floors. Both our bodies were covered with a film of perspiration. In her case, she was sweating more profusely because of her work. As she came to mop the floor below the chair I was sitting on, her pallu dropped a couple of times revealing her sweaty cleavage. I could see drops of sweat collect around her cleavage and trickle down into her blouse.

I was panting watching this awesome display and she saw me ogling at her but continued to tease me. This finally drove me over the edge. I grabbed the edge of her pallu and pulled it hard. She fell forward on her hands but since the sari was wrapped round her I wasn't able to get it off her. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and fright. I told her 'Chal utar kapde' (remove your clothes). She launched into her usual saga of work that needed to be done. The more she talked the more pissed off I got. Finally, I removed my lungi, showed her my hard-on and shouted at her 'Dikhta nahin khada ho gaya hain? Chal jaldi utar kapde warna faad daluga!' (Can't you see I am hard? Quickly remove your clothes or I will tear them off). She looked apprehensively at the open window. I asked her to go and shut it. She did that and came back and stood next to me, her pallu dragging on the floor.

Her braless tits were heaving in her tight, sweat-patched blouse due to a combination of the heat and anticipation of being fucked. Our eyes met and I could see the raw lust in the eyes of my sexy Bengali woman. I asked her to remove her blouse and I grabbed her pallu and removed her saree. I undid the knot of my lungi and asked her to remove it over my head. As she bent over me to do that, her bare chest came within striking distance of my eager mouth and I grabbed onto one of her breasts and started suckling it. I put my hands under her petticoat and found she was not completely wet. I was like a kid in a candy store. I wanted to drink her milk and fuck her. Finally my penis won. I was too eager to wait for her to lubricate and so I took some hair oil and coated my penis. I slid down on the sofa and spread my legs. I turned her around and lifted her petticoat and told her to put my cock inside her. She bent over and took my cock in her hand and aimed it at her cunt. As she sat down my cock parted her lips and entered her burning hot vagina. Since she was new to this position, she just sat with my cock all the way in her and waited for me to respond. I put her hands on my knees and told her to balance her weight on them. This caused her to lean forward. I grabbed her delicious ass and lifted her off my cock.

Memoona was a quick learner and she understood that she will be in charge in this position. Within seconds, she was bouncing on my cock like a pro. Within minutes, she had worked up a thick layer of froth on my cock. Her years of hard and grueling work were working to my advantage. Unlike some of the other women I have been with, Memoona did not tire easily. Her strong back and legs kept going while I sat back and enjoyed the spectacle of my disappearing/reappearing cock. I undid her hair which fell on her back in neat little spirals. I grabbed her meaty hips and licked her slim and sexy back. Finally I took my hands in front and started squeezing and milking her bouncing jugs. As if nature somehow transmitted that I was playing with his food source, her little boy started suddenly started crying. I never interfered with her maternal duties so I let her go. I tried to calm myself down but even after 5 minutes my cock was still eager and pulsating. From her room, the sound of her crying child had stopped but no sign of Memoona.

I went naked into her room and saw that she was sitting on the floor still in her petticoat with her kid latched on her teat. That scene was such a turn-on that I went and sat behind her, my legs around her and continued kissing and licking her back. I located the knot of her petticoat's drawstring and opened it. My hands moved to her front. One of the pinched and twisted her erect nipples while the other one dove into her petticoat loosening the drawstring as it went along. She lifted her child off her lap to give that hand more access. I sat up on my knees as I tried to locate her clitoris. My cock was now trying to dig a hole in the middle of her back. In this position, I also had access to her neck, earlobes and her smooth, strong shoulders.

I launched a four way assault -- my cock rubbing her back, my mouth kissing, licking and biting her earlobes, neck and shoulders, one of my hands milking her free breast and the other one messing her clitoris. This attack must have provoked a battle between Memoona the mother and Memoona the woman. Very soon, the woman won and she ran her hand through my hair and pulled it hard launching her own attack by kissing and biting my face. I asked her to put the kid aside and made her lie on her back and yanked her petticoat off her making her completely naked. But the kid woke up immediately! She turned on her side, slid the kid towards her and once again put her teat in his mouth. With Memoona sleeping on her side, missionary sex was not going to happen but I was desperate. So I lifted her leg that was on top and tucked it into her chest. I told her to hold on to it with her hand and I immediately sat down on her other leg and pushed my cock into her cunt. It was tight squeeze and there wasn't a lot of room to maneuver -- I had to squat on my knees and keep her hips parted with my hands to get some kind of a thrusting action. I knew I couldn't last long because the friction was just too much as I scissored her. Plus seeing her in this position -- performing two womanly duties simultaneously -- was too much for me to take. Our eyes were locked throughout and with one final thrust I finally came inside her, releasing rope after rope of cum deep inside her.

She did not raise any alarm about our unprotected copulation and I didn't care. She just kept looking into my eyes as my spasms finally ended. Her gaze told me that she had really accepted me as her man. Even though inconvenienced, she would take care of all my needs day in and day out. This she did for the remainder of our time together without ever voicing it. She just took it upon her as her duty to keep me happy. During the first few weeks there was a lot of trepidation on her part when it came to sex. I was snapping because I didn't get enough and she was scared that I would turn brutal just like her husband. But she realized a couple of things. One that even though I lost my temper I was never violent and two that she could quickly soothe my anger using her voluptuous body.

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Memoona found it unusual that I would want her during the day especially when she was working. Her husband would only touch her at night, usually after he was drunk and he insisted that she took a bath right before the act. So she found it strange that her sweaty and her musky smell body would turn me on. But she did come to accept and in fact enjoy my sex-on-demand nature. And she didn't mind me banging her in front of her son.

I ended up fucking her in every room in my flat in every position. Sex was just a snap away. All I had to do was to lift my lungi or grab her tit and she would drop everything and make herself available. I loved knowing that she was at my beck and call. Plus I did change the way she groomed herself. She started keeping her fingernails and toenails in impeccable condition. They were always cut short and kept clean on a daily basis. I also bought her razors, toothbrushes, soaps, lotions, napkins and other beauty & personal products. She started applying lotion to reduce the calluses after years of hard labor. I asked her to keep her pits clean and smooth for me. I liked her pubes as is although she did start trimming them on a more frequent basis. Luckily she was relatively hairless on her legs, arms and other parts of her torso. I didn't buy her any deodorants as her musky smell was a huge turn on for me. Like a lot of Bengali women she parted her hair sideways and I changed that to a middle parting. She always oiled her thick wavy hair and I asked her to stop that. She fought with me on that one and finally we agreed that she wouldn't oil on weekends. She always kept her hair tied in a bun and I encouraged her to leave her hair open or plait them. I asked her to wear bangles on a daily basis especially during our lovemaking sessions as I like the tinkling sound.

Memoona constantly amazed me with her totally obedient and submissive behavior. But of course, she was docile but not stupid. Friends, women are very observant and they quickly recognize a man's weakness. One thing she figured out was my weakness for women wearing just a petticoat and blouse. Whenever she was horny she would walk around wearing her most transparent blouse and petticoat and some jewelry including bangles. If she wanted to be bitch-fucked she would wear her hair open or plait them since I had a habit of grabbing her hair in that position. She was too shy to ask for sex and this was the closest she got to demanding something from me. During her periods, she would dress up in the best of clothes to let me know that she was not ready for me. But then it was also an indication that I was going to receive delicious blow-jobs.

I constantly tested her level of obedience. Sometimes I would ask her to serve me breakfast in the nude and sometimes I would cut holes in her blouse where her nipples would poke out. I bought her a pair of open nipple bra and crotchless panties. Towards the end when sex got routine I became more and more kinky. I loved to come on her cleavage. At the climax of my blowjob/handjob session she would dip my cock into her décolletage and I would flood her blouse with my seed. I would then make her wear the same blouse to work.

And the one thing that I never got tired of was her blowjobs. Her technique was world class. The way she played with my balls or rubbed my shaft or licked the head was unbelievable. But it was her intensity, care and willingness to please me that drove me over the edge. When she was sucking me nothing could distract her. Whether my groin was sweaty after a workout or my shaft was covered with our fuck-juice, she would take it all. She never complained about overgrown hair or smell like my wife now does! If I told her to suck she would suck me till I came. Plus there was no fuss about semen. She was comfortable with the smell, taste and texture. Unlike some of the other women who throw a tantrum if they are asked to swallow, Memoona was ever willing to drink my cum.

Of course all good things came to an end. And in my case they came to a strange end. Our affair lasted a good nine months and during the last 5 months or so we simply gave up on protection. I liked to feel her hot velvety cunt envelope my cock and she liked the feel of my hot seed filling her up. Our constant copulation led to Memoona becoming pregnant. But before I even came to know she was pregnant we decided it was best for her to move out. A lot of people had come to know about her living at a bachelor's apartment and now the open sneers were becoming a nuisance. She moved to a low rent slum a few kilometers from my apartment. She still worked for me till she was 5 months pregnant and before the tummy started to show. I knew it was mine and she knew that I knew. However I never brought up the topic and she never claimed any rights for her unborn child. I told her to switch her entire clientele to avoid the scandal. She stopped coming to my house.

I never saw my daughter till I moved to my own apartment where she had a client. By then I was already engaged. She introduced me to my daughter and I forced her to accept a huge sum of money. I invited both of them in my house and while the little girl watched TV, her biological parents reignited old passions in the bedroom. Memoona would stop by occasionally to fulfill my needs till I got married. I told her that my future wife was not very keen on sucking my cock or drinking my seed. She felt pity on her old lover and would service me several times a week just like old times. We did it even after my wife moved in but very infrequently. By the time our daughter was four, she moved to a completely different part of the city and we moved to another country. I haven't seen them since.

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[Blue Bull]

A Widow's Life Wrecked

(A widow from India is forced to submit to her in-law.)

By: Jayashree100

My name is Sangeeta Rawat. I am a simple and educated woman, living at a rural village named Madhupur in Madhya Pradesh. I am 24 years of age now and the mother of 2 very young children. My eldest daughter is 2 years of age and my youngest son is now, a 4 month baby. This is my real life story, on how I have been exploited and subjected to a life of shame, due to circumstances in life ......

Having lost my daddy in my childhood, I was brought up by my mother, who worked hard in other people's houses to take care of my up-bringing. Luckily she was able to ensure that I was educated. I grew up in economically extremely difficult conditions. The only son of the richest Zamindar ( Landlord ) in our entire district, took a fancy for me. My mother was happy to get me quickly married to him, as his family did not ask for any dowry. We were married 3 years ago. My husband was a good man. He loved me deeply and we led a happily married life. We were blessed with a daughter two years ago. But tragically, around nine months ago, when I was pregnant with our second baby, my husband was killed in an automobile accident. Being pregnant, I went back to stay with my mother. But again tragedy struck. A month after my son was born, my mother died of a heart attack -- leaving me -- with no money and no place to go. I could not even go to work, due to my 2 small children.

My father-in-law, Mohar Singh Rawat, a 71 year old man, was the richest man in our district. He was a widower, who lived in his palatial bungalow alone with tens of servants to take care of him and his needs. Despite his age, he was almost frightening in his physical appearance. He was very dark, very tall, muscular and with blood-shot eyes. Everyone was frightened of him, because of his cruel nature, arrogance, wealth and temper. He terrorised the whole district with his demands on everything belonging to others -- properties, fields, etc.

It was rumoured that he did not even spare the young wives, of labourers working in his fields. His labourers were very frightened of him. When my father-in-law instructed them to bring their wives to him at nights, they would meekly accompany their wives to his house, to satisfy his perversions and lust. It was rumoured that babies born to the wives of almost, half of the labourers working in his fields, were actually fathered by - my father-in-law!

Despite knowing all this, though I was totally terrified of my father-in-law, I had no option, but to visit his house and request him, to allow my children and me to stay there. I reached my father-in-law's place in the evening and went to his drawing room, where he was watching television. I knocked on the door and he looked up. I cast my eyes down, touched his feet and said,

' Namasthey -- Baabuji ' ( Meaning ....... greetings -- father-in-law )

My father-in-law simply did not reply. Instead he stared at me for some time. Then his eyes slowly started roving all over my body. I could see lust in his eyes and was getting very un-comfortable with his staring. He was my father-in-law after-all! After a few minutes of staring, my father-in-law replied,

' Bahu ( daughter-in-law ), I am surprised to see you here and that too at this time '

I explained to my father-in-law, all my misfortunes and pleaded with him to allow my children and me, to stay at his house. I told him that we would not be a burden, or disturb him in anyway. I explained to him, that I would do all the cooking in his house, along with other house-work, in return for his permission for us to stay there. I even offered to stay with my children at one of his out-houses for workers.

My father-in-law again did not reply. Instead, he continued staring at my breasts openly for some time. After sometime, he replied,

' Bahu, if I understand you correctly, you wish me to help your children and you to stay here and take care of your needs. And in return, you will take care of my needs. Is it not? '

I said, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

He called out for a servant and asked her to take my children to another room. She took the baby from my arms, caught my little daughter's hand and led her away. After she had gone, my evil father-in-law got up from his chair, walked up to me, put his right arm over my shoulders and walked me to another large sofa. He sat and then to my shock, pulled me over to sit on his lap! His arm remained on my shoulder. With his left hand, he started softly touching my cheeks, lips etc. saying,

' Don't worry -- Bahu ( Daughter-in-law ), you are my only son's widow. It is my duty to take care of your children and especially, a young and healthy widow like you. I know that a beautiful woman like you, has needs. I shall keep you like a queen in this house and satisfy all your womanly needs. So just relax! '

So saying, he leaned and suddenly kissed me hard, over my lips -- thrusting his tongue into my mouth, while he began fondling my breasts, over the palloo of my saree ( Saree, is a garment worn by Indian housewives, instead of a dress ). I was shocked beyond imagination. I knew that my father-in-law was a sex-crazy man. But never in my wildest of dreams had I imagined, that he would do such things to me. I was his daughter-in-law. His only son's widow. The mother of his two grand-children! How could he even think of touching me like this? It was so shameful. I began struggling to get away from his grasp. After sometime, I managed to free myself, got up from the sofa, went to a far corner of the room and said,

' Baabuji, what are you doing? Please do not do such things. I am your son's widow. I have always thought of you, as a father to me. What you did, is so wrong. I am a decent lady. No man except your son has ever touched me. Please do not do such things. It is so indecent. So sinful '

My father-in-law said, ' Bahu -- don't talk like an old lady! Yes - you are my daughter-in-law. So what? You are a young and healthy woman. You are a widow. I too am a widower and live all alone. You said that you would take care of my needs. So, what is the problem if I kiss you and fondle your lovely young breasts? '

I said, ' Baabuji -- when I said that I shall take care of your needs, I meant that I shall take care of all the work in the house, so that you can live comfortably. Not such sinful deeds '

My father-in-law said, ' Bahu -- Don't make me laugh. I have tens of servants to take care of housework. That is not a problem for me. But being a man, I have other needs. The need of my cock. The need to chew upon your tender lips. The need to fondle, kiss and suck your luscious young breasts and nipples. The need to touch and play with your widowed cunt, which has been unused for 3 years now and the need to thrust my throbbing cock into it! '

I started crying and said, ' No, Baabuji -- please do not say such vulgar things '

My father-in-law got irritated and said, ' Look, you little girl - let me be straight. Your lovely & delicately tender body has always excited me to make my cock erect. I have always wanted to caress, kiss and suck every part of your amazing body. Even when you were getting married to my son, I was fantasising on how I could enjoy your body '

He continued crudely and shockingly, ' As a matter-of-fact, I had even seriously considered having you kidnapped and brought to my other bungalow, on your wedding day with your bridal clothes on, so that you could spend your wedding night with me - instead of my son. I wanted to have the pleasure of roughly tearing open, your virginity and seeing you bleed and scream with pain, when my cock was in the process of doing so. But then -- taking pity on my son, I did not do so '

He went on, ' And now that you are a widow, the opportunity has presented itself again. Let us come to a mutual agreement. Let us agree on taking care of each other's bodies. You are my daughter-in-law. I do not have any other family member. So, all my property will come to your children and you, after my death. You need not do any work here. You can live like a queen in this house. You can have whatever you wish - sarees, jewellery, clothes, delicious food, good education for my grand children. Whatever you wish. You will have tens of servants at your beck and call. Servants to take care of you and your children. You can relax & sleep during the day, watch television & cable, go to movies, go shopping in the town, play with your children and be happy throughout the day '

He suddenly asked me, ' Did my son fuck you in your anus? '

I was shocked at his vulgarity and involuntarily almost screamed, ' No!!! Please don't say and ask such vulgar things, Baabuji! '

He continued, ' I want you to be clear now. If you wish me to take care of you and your children, you will have to agree to become my personal property. You will massage me, bathe me, dress me up, feed me and later will come to my bed-room to satisfy me in every way, as I fancy. You will be my mistress. My sex toy. I will fuck you with my strong cock, in every way and for any number of times that I wish, during every night. I will squeeze and play with your delicate and fleshy young body. I will fuck every part of you -- your mouth, your breasts, your tight cunt and even in your virgin anus '

He finally stated, ' If you follow exactly, what I have explained to you, then you can stay here as my daughter-in-law. If you do not agree, then you can leave now with your children. I shall legally cut out all of you from my properties. You will be on the street. For all you know, you may get bangd by hooligans on the street and may end up as a road-side prostitute. So, tell me -- what is your answer going to be? Yes, or no? Will you be agree to be my mistress, or do you wish to leave? '

I was shocked at his words! I was his daughter-in-law and yet, this horrible old man was so shamefully telling me things, that no father-in-law would ever say to a daughter-in-law. He did not even seem to care that I was his own son's widow. I began to cry.

Sobbingly I pleaded with him, ' Baabuji, what are you saying? Please do not say such things. I am your daughter-in-law. Please do not ask me such things. It is so wrong. So indecent. So sinful. But I understand your need for a woman. I will try and help you by finding a nice lady for you, so that you can get married to her and do all that you wish, with her. That would be the right thing to do. '

He angrily replied, ' Look Sangeeta, don't waste my time. I can get any woman that I want any time. I am interested in fucking you. Not any other woman. So don't give stupid lectures. I don't care about right and wrong and I don't care about sin. Just tell me -- do you agree to be my sex toy, or not? '

I again pleaded, ' Please . . . . . Baabuji . . . . .please do not make me do this '

He replied again, ' I am asking you for the last time -- yes, or no? If you again waste my time, I shall ask the servants to throw you out of my house now '

I was sobbing and crying hard. But I was also thinking. Where would I -- a young 24 year aged widow with 2 young children, go? I had no money and no place to live. My father-in-law was right. If he did not allow us to stay at his house, I would have to stay on some foot-path with my children. And if I did so, as he stated, I would obviously get bangd, or even gang bangd. I would perhaps be forced by those gangs to become a prostitute. I got frightened for my daughter. She was so small. She would also be exposed to all kinds of perverts on the street. Maybe she too would get bangd?

That made me frightened and think hard. Did I wish my daughter to get bangd because of my principles? No! Never. And if I did agree to my father-in-law's perversions, only my life would be ruined. At least my children would be safe and enjoy the luxuries that his wealth would provide them. They would also inherit his entire wealth. So, I decided then, to agree to my father-in-law's terms.

Sobbing, I told my father-in-law, ' OK -- Baabuji, I have no other option. So, I agree. You can do to me, whatever you wish! '

My evil father-in-law, started smiling happily. He said, ' That is better Sangeeta. Now you are being sensible. Don't worry. You take care of me and I will take care of all of you -- forever. After all you and your children, are my family. Now stop crying and wipe your tears '

I wiped my tears with my palloo and said, ' Baabuji, where do you wish me to keep our luggage and stay? '

He replied, ' Now that you are going to be my mistress, you can put your personal luggage in the bed-room, next to my own master bed-room and use that. The children can stay in the guest bed-room. I will arrange for 2 or 3 servant women to take care of them, day and night. Especially at nights, as I do not want you to be disturbed or to start worrying about them, when you are being fucked by me '

He then came close to me, placed his hands on my breasts over the palloo of my saree, pumped them and said, ' Sangeeta, since your baby is only 4 months old, you must be breast feeding him. Is it not? '

Though I was feeling repulsive due to his hands over my breasts, I bore that and replied him, ' Yes Baabuji, I do breast feed my baby '

Fondling my breasts, he continued, ' Yes -- your lovely breasts look so large and full. I can feel in my palms that they are full with delicious & warm milk! '

So saying he pulled me close to him, and continued fondling my breasts. Due to his pressing, the milk from my nipples, started to ooze onto my bra, making it wet. I wanted to get away from him, as that was my baby's milk - which was getting wasted.

I said to him, ' Baabuji, can I go and feed my baby now? '

The evil man replied, ' No! Certainly not! I want the pleasure of sucking that warm and delicious milk, straight from your nipples, to-night. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk '

He asked me, ' Sangeeta, do you still have the saree, that you wore on your wedding night, with my son with you - now?

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji. I have it in my suitcase now '

He asked again, ' Did my son, break your virginity on the wedding night, or was it on some other night? '

I replied, ' I lost my virginity on my wedding night, Baabuji '

He said, ' Were you wearing your wedding night saree, when he first fucked you and tore your virginity? '

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji '

He said thoughtfully, ' God! How disappointed I am. How I wish I could have been the man who opened the seal of your virgin cunt - first. I would have enjoyed it so much '

He then called for some servant ladies. Two of them, Janaki and Nayana, came quietly to his room, quickly. I could see fear on their faces. They were the wives of his labourers in the fields and were made house-servants to serve in his house. He instructed them,

' This is Sangeeta Memsaab ( Madam ). She is my daughter-in-law and will be the mistress of this house-hold. You two will be her personal maids from today onwards. Tell everyone. Now listen to me carefully and do exactly what I tell you '

He continued, ' Tell Maya and Leela that their job from today is to look after the children. The baby can be fed pure cow's milk for tonight. From tomorrow the baby can be fed her breast milk. Take Memsaab to the dining room and feed her '

He went on, ' After her dinner, take Sangeeta Memsaab to her bed-room, next to my own bed-room. Help her un-pack her clothes. Give her a leisurely good bath, in warm scented water. Dry her delicate body with a nice soft towel. Be careful not to spill any of the milk in her breasts. Apply the most expensive perfume all over her body. Comb and plait her long and silky hair. Apply talcum powder and some soft make up, with a light pink lip-stick on her beautiful face. Though she is a ***** widow, yet - put a nice red bindi ( Vermillion ) on her fore-head and lots of flowers in her hair. Dress her up in a clean and attractive, bra and panty. Dress her up in a white petticoat. And then help her wear her saree. It should be the same saree, that she wore on her wedding night with my son, three years ago. Make sure that she looks exactly like a bride on her wedding night. At 10.00 p.m. sharp, bring her to my bed-room and leave her - in there '

The servant women looked at each other -- shocked and confused. That is because they knew that I was his daughter-in-law and yet -- were being instructed by my cruel father-in-law, to dress me up like a bride and take me to his bed-room at night. They could not believe that my father-in-law was going to use my body, like he did with all the wives of his labourers and workers!

Janaki and Nayana, quietly accompanied me to the dining room and served me a delicious dinner. They then took me to my allocated bed-room, which was a huge luxuriously furnished room. Nayana started un-packing my luggage. Both of them were quiet. Nayana went and filed the bath-tub. She poured some floral perfume into the water and got everything ready for my bath.

Janaki said, ' Memsaab ( Madam ), your bath is ready. Shall we give you a bath now? '

I politely replied, ' No Janaki. Thank you. I shall have my own bath '

Janaki nervously replied, ' Please ....... Memsaab ....... Your father-in-law has instructed us to give you a bath and dress you up. If he comes to know that we did not follow his instructions, then our husbands and us, will be in very deep trouble.

Nayana too nervously pleaded, ' Please ....... Please Memsaab ....... Allow us to do exactly what he has instructed us to do '

Looking at their fear and feeling pity on them I agreed. Both of them gave me a bath and dried my body. They applied perfume all over her body. They combed and plaited my long hair. They applied talcum powder and make up, with some lip-stick on my face. Then as instructed by my father-in-law, they put a large red bindi on my fore-head and lots of Gajra ( flowers ) in my hair. They then helped me wear a white netted bra and a white cotton panty. They helped me wear a white petticoat.

Janaki asked me, ' Memsaab, can you show us which was the saree worn by you, on your wedding night with your late husband? '

I pointed to my wedding night saree in the wardrobe. Both of them helped me wear my saree and the blouse. Then they adjusted my saree, blouse, my hair, the flowers on my hair, etc to be in the right position, so that I looked like a bride. As it is, I was only 24 years of age. So, I suppose though I was a widow with 2 children, yet all this dressing and make up, did make me look like a real bride being readied for her wedding night!

Nayana said, ' Memsaab ....... It is only 9.30 p.m. now. Your father-in-law has instructed us to take you to his bed-room at 10.00 p.m. I think that we should wait now in this room itself '

I sat on the sofa. Janaki kept looking at me with pity and gradually asked me, ' Memsaab ....... Can I ask you something ....... If you don't mind? '

I said, ' Yes Janaki, go ahead '

She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Have you agreed to become your father-in-law's mistress, of your own accord, or has he threatened and forced you to agree? '

I hesitantly replied, ' I have been forced - Janaki '

She continued, ' Memsaab ....... Nayana and myself can see that you are a very decent lady. You are so young. Being the daughter-in-law of this house, we are sure that you must have earlier heard about your father-in-law's sinful life. So, why did you come here? We are surprised that you have come inviting trouble! '

I replied, ' I had no where else to go Janaki. I am a widow now. I have 2 very young children. I do not have any brothers or sisters. My parents are dead. I do not have a house. So, my children and myself were completely stranded. I cannot even find work because my children are so young. So, that is why, I was forced to come here. Only that, I never expected that my own father-in-law would lust for my body and force me to become his mistress! '

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

Janaki hesitantly said, ' Memsaab ....... I shall give you the bottle of hair-oil. Please carry it when we take you to your father-in-law's bed-room and keep it on the draw next to the bed, so that you can reach for it, when you need it '

I replied, ' Janaki, why would I need hair oil in his bed-room? '

Janaki kept silent and looked at Nayana. Both the women exchanged silent glances with each other.

I persisted, ' Come on Janaki. Tell me. I am a woman just like both of you. If there is something that I need to know, which would help me, then please tell me '

She hesitatingly said, ' Memsaab ....... You are going to be brutally bangd by your father-in-law, tonight. You are such a young girl. He can be extremely rough and violent, when he is at the peak of his lust. At such times, he will not care for your pain. So, in order for you to be able to bear the pain, at least you can plead with him to use the oil and if it is immediately reachable, he may even listen to you and use it. That is why, you will need the oil '

I was confused, ' Janaki, why would I be in so much pain, as you say? '

It was Nayana who cut in and replied, ' Oh Memsaab ....... Your father-in-law is ....... Aaah ....... Aaah Errr ....... simply too huge '

I was still confused, ' Nayana, please speak clearly. I still am not understanding '

Janaki then replied, ' Memsaab ....... You are too innocent. What Nayana means is that ....... The size of your father-in-law's organ is ....... un-believably huge and gigantic. It is too massive and powerful. None of the women here in our village, have ever seen, or experienced, such a mammoth male organ - ever - in our lives. His organ is almost like an elephant's organ -- when it is erect. It is colossal. His monstrous organ is almost 10 inches long and maybe around 3 to 4 inches in thickness - when it is raging with lust. His testicles are equally huge -- like tennis balls! We can actually feel their weight, while resting on our vagina, when he is roughly thrusting into us '

I exclaimed in shock, ' No!!!!! That cant be true. How would you know? '

She replied, ' Yes -- Memsaab. What we are saying is true. That is because, like he uses most women in our village, he has used Nayana and me many times - to satisfy his lust. So both of us have seen, experienced and even enjoyed his huge organ '

I was really shocked and said, ' Oh Nayana -- that is so shocking! '

After some time, Janaki said, ' Memsaab ....... It is almost 10.00 p.m. We have to take you to your father-in-law's bed-room. He will be waiting for you now '

Janaki covered my head with the palloo of my saree and pulled it over my face -- like a typical Indian bride. All three of us, entered the room. My father-in-law was sitting on a huge sofa in the bed-room. He was wearing a thin cotton kurta & a cotton dhoti. There was a bottle of alcohol and he was drinking. When he saw us entering, he stared at me again with lust. I was a nervous wreck by now. Janaki & Nayana led me slowly to the bed. They helped me to sit on the bed, like a typical bride -- with my face covered by the palloo of my saree. My father-in-law kept looking at me. He was drunk. The women went out, closing the door after them. I sat silently on the bed -- shivering with fear. My father-in-law kept sitting on the sofa, staring at me and continued his drinking for some more time. After sometime, he got up, came near my bed and sat close to me. I was shaking with fear.

He asked me, ' Sangeeta, is this the wedding saree that you wore, on your wedding night with my son? '

I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

He asked, ' Did my son, make you naked and then tear open your virginity, or did he do it with your saree on? '

I hesitated with shyness and fear. He said, ' Look little girl, when I ask a question in this house, I expect an immediate and frank answer. I do not like all this hesitation. It makes me angry '

I quickly replied, ' I was wearing this saree when it happened. Your son had pushed it up over my hips, when he did that '

He asked, ' Did it pain you a lot, when he tore your virginity? '

I replied, ' Yes Baabuji '

He asked, ' Did your cunt bleed a lot? '

I replied, ' Yes Baabuji '

He lifted the palloo of my saree from my face. He brought his face close to mine and started staring at me. He touched my lips with his palm and traced his palm over my cheeks and hair. He lightly kissed me on my lips.

He said, ' Sangeeta, you are so beautiful. What is your age now? '

I replied, ' I am 24 years of age, Baabuji '

He said, ' Do you know my age? '

I replied, ' I think you are 71 years of age, Baabuji '

He said, ' Yes. I am 71 years old. And here you are -- my beautiful 24 years aged daughter-in-law, on my bed, for my pleasure. I must say that I am lucky to have your young and healthy body, all to myself, for my pleasure. Don't you think so? '

I replied, ' Yes, Baabuji '

He said, ' Sangeeta, get down from the bed and stand in front of me. I wish to see your beautiful body in your wedding saree '

I got down from the bed and stood shyly in front of him. He kept staring at me and then turned me around. He touched my long plaited hair and the flowers that I was wearing. He slowly again turned me around, to face him. He removed my saree palloo, to expose my breasts which were enclad in my bra and blouse. I stood before him with my head down, while he was staring at my breasts.

He said, ' You have such lovely breasts. They look so enticing. So large, round and fleshy. Really beautiful. My cock has stood erect just by looking at them '

I did not reply. He then got up and removed his kurta. I glanced up. Though he was 71 years old, just like Janaki and Nayana had told me, he was extremely strong. He was very tall. Almost 6 feet & 4 inches. His chest was huge like a barrel. It was dark and very hairy -- with grey hair. His shoulders were rippling with muscles. He looked like a mountain -- standing beside me! That was because, compared to him, I was very short. Just 5 feet and 2 inches.

As he was wearing a thin cotton dhoti, I could clearly see that he was wearing a black coloured langoti ( a loin cloth ), inside his dhoti. I was shocked to see his langoti stretched out completely, as if it was covering with difficulty, a large cricket bat! I could make out that he had a huge erection. I got completely frightened looking at the size of his erection. My father-in-law came behind me and hugged me. His huge erection was poking in between my buttocks, through my petticoat and saree. He caught my breasts from behind and started lightly fondling them, while pressing his erection into my buttocks.

He kissed and nibbled at the back of my neck, saying, ' Your young breasts are really heavy with milk, Sangeeta. Have you have safely stored all your delicious milk, for me? I hope that you did not feed some of the milk, to your baby? '

I replied shyly, ' No -- Baabuji. My baby was fed cow's milk, as you had instructed '

Fondling my breasts, he said, ' Good Bahu. I like you. You are a good daughter-in-law. You must do your duty to your father-in-law - by feeding your milk to me '

He then asked me, ' Bahu, after my son died, from how many men did you get fucked? '

I was shocked at his question. I replied, ' No -- Baabuji. I would never do such sinful things. My husband and I loved each other. Though your son is no more, I am still in love with him. I would never even think of letting another man touch me '

Caressing my hips, he asked me, ' Really? Does that mean that my son is the only man, who has fucked you in your life? '

I replied, ' Yes -- Baabuji '

Pressing his erection further into me, he asked, ' What was the size of his erect cock? '

I said, ' I do not know Baabuji '

He said, ' Tell me the length and thickness, approximately -- Bahu '

I replied, ' Maybe around 5 inches in length and maybe around 1 inch in thickness '

Nibbling upon my earlobes, he asked, ' Did you enjoy, when my son fucked you? I mean, did you get your orgasms whenever he fucked you? '

I shyly replied, ' Sometimes Baabuji '

Pressing my buttocks over my saree, he asked, ' When was the last time he fucked you, Bahu? '

I replied, ' It was the night before his accident '

He came up to my front -- all the while staring at my body, pulled me close and kissed me -- pushing his tongue, deep into my mouth, while his hands were kneading my breasts over my blouse. Then, with his right hand, he started lifting my saree and petticoat, gradually exposing my thighs. His hands started roaming all over my thighs, right up to my panty. I was feeling so ashamed. He knelt in front of me and began licking and kissing my thighs. As his lust grew, he began biting my thighs. Gradually the intensity of his bites increased and they became painful. But I stood there silently, enduring his painful bites and his rough hands on my thighs, as I did not wish to put his mood off and make him angry. He then removed my saree and flung it on the sofa, leaving me, in my red blouse and white petticoat.

He said, ' Bahu, I am going not going to remove your petticoat. Though you are the mother of two children, yet, because your cunt is only used to the small cock of my son, it is possible that your cunt may bleed, when I tear it open to accommodate my massive cock. I wish to have the pleasure of seeing that blood on your petticoat! '

I was feeling so frightened. I kept silent. My father-in-law removed his dhoti. His black langoti was stretched to the limit, by his un-believably gigantic penis, which was raging erect with lust now. I was feeling so shy and ashamed to see my father-in-law, standing in his langoti, in front of me. My father-in-law then un-buttoned my blouse and removed it. I was now left only with my bra and petticoat! He again caressed my breasts over my bra, for a while. Then he lifted my petticoat from one side slightly, exposing a part of my left thigh and tucked it on my hips -- like how Indian housewives tuck their saree on their hips, while doing housework. He then made me sit on the bed and lay down on my lap. He pushed my bra up, to pull out my breast from under it. Due to all his touching and fondling, my nipples had got erect. I have very large and round black nipples -- which seem to have excited him! He immediately un-hooked my bra and flung it away.

Squeezing my nipples, he said, ' Bahu, you have dazzling breasts with such stunning nipples! I have never seen such out-standing nipples in my life - ever! '

He took one of my nipples in my mouth and happily began sucking my milk, while caressing my exposed thigh. He continued chewing upon my nipples, while sucking out the milk. He was swallowing the milk greedily, like some hungry baby! After emptying my left breast, he now caught my right nipple and started drinking my milk. I waited patiently, until he drank all the milk in both my breasts and made them empty! He then looked at me happily and smiled at me.

He said, ' Wow! Bahu, that was so delicious. Now that you are staying here, I shall come frequently to you, to drink this tasty milk of yours, whenever I am in the mood '

He then got up and stood in front of me. I was looking down shyly. He came close to me, bringing his huge organ in his langoti, near me.

He said, ' Bahu, what do you think of my cock? Is it nice? Is it not massive, as compared to my son? '

I was feeling so shy, that I did not respond. I kept looking down silently. He lifted my face to see his huge organ in the langoti.

He said, ' Bahu. Don't feel shy. Touch it. Feel it. Play with it. After all, it is going to tear open your little cunt in a short while now! Come on -- touch it! '

I still did not move or talk. He caught my hand and placed it on his mammoth organ. I was taken aback, at my first contact with his enormous organ. But, to keep him happy, I started daintily touching it, over his langoti.

He said, ' Bahu, don't be frightened. Remove my langoti and play with it. Don't worry, in a few days, like all the other women of this village, you too will love it '

Though I was feeling miserable at having to touch my own father-in-law's penis, as he was insistent, I bashfully untied his langoti. As his langoti became loose, his mammoth organ shot out towards me. I was bewildered to see such a gargantuan monster! His organ was simply un-believable. His pubic area was covered with thick, grey & curly hair. It was even more in size, than what the women had told me. It was about eleven inches in length and about three and a half inches in thickness. Several veins protruded from the sides running the full length of his cock from the base to the head. I could clearly see the veins on his penis, stretched taut, with lust.

The head of my father-in-law's penis was swollen. It was red and bulbous. Like the size of a large tomato! It was emitting a pungent, yet, sensuous smell. His testicles were huge. They were the size of tennis balls. His organ was wildly throbbing. It looked supremely powerful, as it majestically stood completely erect. I was horrified with fear, at the thought of how I would be able to accommodate such a bulky organ, in my comparatively tiny vagina! In my disbelief, I continued staring at it. Within a few moments, to my own surprise, I could feel wetness in my vagina! Though frightened, there was an involuntary feeling in me, of wanting to grasp and cuddle such a magnificent organ!

He said, " Bahu, I want you to suck my cock, right down your throat "

With a sigh of defeat, I watched as his hands snaked through my hair and pulled me close, positioning my head just where he wanted me. I nervously extended both my hands and clasped his penis. Slowly I pulled his foreskin down to fully expose his bulbous head. I stared at it for some time, in wonder. My hands went downwards to clutch his huge testicles. My father-in-law was gurgling with pleasure. I stroked his erect penis with my right hand, while softly grabbing and pumping his enormous testicles with my left palm. This continued for quite some time, while my father-in-law was relishing the pleasure that my hands were giving to his penis. His passion was rising. As I was massaging his organ with my hands, he caught my breasts and squeezed them roughly, tweaking my nipples very hard -- making me excited too. My vagina started watering all the more. I was sick with shame, that my own father-in-law's penis was exciting me and producing in me - sinful thoughts!

My father-in-law withdrew his penis from my mouth and said, ' Enough Bahu. I don't want to spill my semen in your mouth. I want to ejaculate them, deep into your widowed cunt. I am going to plant all my sperms in your widowed womb, tonight! '

I panicked. I said, ' Baabuji -- I am a widow. You can ravage me and take your pleasure from my body, as much as you like. But please wear a condom, when you are marauding my body. If I get pregnant, what will the village people say? Please wear a condom '

He pushed me roughly. I fell over my back, on the bed. He laughed, ' Little girl, you are asking me to wear a condom? Don't make me laugh. I want my cock to feel your tight cunt, when it is tearing and opening it up. I want my cock to relish the blood of your tiny cunt, when it is being torn. I certainly would not wear a condom '

My father-in-law turned me over again. He lifted my hands up and looked at my armpits. Being a widow, ever since my husband's death, I had stopped shaving my arm-pits. They were full of hair. My hairy armpits seemed to excite him. Mumbling with pleasure he fell upon me and began playing with the hair on my armpits. He then licked both my armpits for a long time. After doing that, he got up and sat again on the bed beside me. He pulled up my petticoat right up to my hips. He started touching my vagina over my panty. He put his face close to it and began smelling it!

My father-in-law caught my legs and roughly pulled me, to lie on the centre of the bed. His colossal penis kept throbbing wildly with lust. He then began to feel my legs with his hands, going from my feet, gradually right upto my thighs. My thighs seemed to excite him a lot. He then bent down and started licking my thighs. I was feeling all kinds of sensations, as he licked my thighs and I could feel my vagina getting further moist. He then began nibbling at my thighs and as his lust grew, he began biting them hard. His bites were becoming painful. He then roughly turned me over. He began to fondle and pump my buttocks with his hands over my panty. He again bit my buttocks and thighs very roughly. I was in pain due to all his bites.

He said, ' Bahu, you have lovely thighs and ample fleshy buttocks, for a short woman. I am really enjoying playing and biting them '

He asked me, ' Sangeeta, do you shave your cunt? '

I said, ' No Baabuji '

He asked, ' So, does your cunt have as much thick hair, as you have in your armpits, or is it much more? '

I replied shyly, ' I don't know - Baabuji '

He beamed with pleasure and began removing my panty. He removed it completely and flung it away. He spread my thighs apart and began staring at my hairy vagina for a long time. My vagina had an unusually thick growth of silky, black and curly hair. I was feeling so humiliated and ashamed, at having to expose my vagina, to my own father-in-law - for his personal pleasure. But, I quietly bore my shame and humiliation.

He said, ' Bahu, wow! What a thick growth of curly hair, you have on your cunt! What a beautiful, fleshy & pouting cunt you have! Wow! Now that your cunt has become my personal property, I am going to enjoy playing with it every night! '

So saying, he began playing with my curly pubic hair. He put his face next to my vagina and started sniffing. He thrust one finger gradually into my vagina and began slowly thrusting it, in an out. I was getting excited at the feeling and my vagina started watering. My father-in-law now started licking all over my vagina. Gradually, he thrust his tongue into it. The feeling was simply heavenly. I was getting very excited now. With his finger still in my vagina, he suddenly poked another finger into my anus. I was shocked. Involuntarily, my anus closed itself and he was unable to insert his finger into my anus.

He crudely said, ' Bahu, do not be afraid. Just relax. I wish to feel your tight little arse-hole. Relax and loosen it, so that my finger can go inside '

I tried to relax my body, so that my anus would become normal and he could do what he wanted. Gradually my anus relaxed and he thrust his finger little by little into it, until his full finger disappeared into me. My father-in-law now started massaging my anus and vagina simultaneously and thrusting his fingers in and out of them. His action was so crude and so vulgar, that I was almost sick with shame. But, at the same time, I was getting more excited. He kept moving both his fingers in and out of my vagina and anus for a long time, all the while licking and sniffing my vagina. After some time, he removed his fingers and sniffed at them.

My father-in-law, spread my thighs wide and once again began staring at my vagina. He put his mouth to my vagina and thrust his tongue into me. Nuzzling his nose in between my vaginal lips, he started licking softly at my clitoris, making me jump sharply, every time he hit it - dead on. His eyes were on me, piercing me with the knowledge that he would taste every crevice and sample every pleasure from my body. He writhed his tongue all around my vagina, working it against me and then inside. He shoved his tongue as far into me, as he could, making appreciative little moaning sounds. His rolled his tongue all over inside my vagina, while flicking it over my clitoris time and again.

He happily said, " Bahu, your cunt tastes so good. It is watering like a fountain "

Contd....

[Blue Bull]

I was shy with shame -- listening to him. While thrusting his tongue in and out of my vagina, he thrust one finger into my anus once again and started moving that too, in and out of my body. Despite my revulsion, I was getting very excited and my vagina got very wet. I began moaning slowly. Seeing that his tongue in my vagina was getting me excited, he flicked his tongue over my clitoris all the more. After some time, my father-in-law abruptly removed his finger from my anus and got up.

He said, ' Enough Bahu. Now raise your legs, until your knees touch your breasts and spread your thighs wide apart. You need to position your cunt properly to receive my cock. The cock of your own father-in-law! '

I raised my legs until my knees were touching my breasts and spread my thighs wide apart. My body was almost curled up and my vagina was facing his penis upwards -- ready for him to pillage my vagina. He once again inserted one finger into my vagina and began massaging me. He was getting me moist enough to be able to penetrate my vagina a bit more easier. Pulling, pushing and spreading my little lips. Getting me ready for the assault about to take place.

I meekly told him, ' Baabuji, I really wish to give you pleasure. But, your organ is so mammoth and powerful. It is going to kill me with pain, when it is tearing open my little vagina. Can you help me a little, by applying oil on your penis and into my vagina, so that my pain would be slightly reduced? The bottle of oil is right next to the bed '

He said, ' No Bahu. I want to enjoy the pleasure of my cock, rubbing against your raw cunt, when it is being opened up roughly. So -- no oil '

I was now shivering with fear, at the thought that my little vagina was going to get torn by his gargantuan penis. He knelt in front of me, between my thighs. I looked up at him and couldn't help but see, his one most dominating feature. His rock-hard colossal penis. It stood out so long and so thick. I closed my eyes and tried to focus my energy on relaxing my body to receive the monstrous appendage. He toyed with my vagina for a few minutes, jabbing the thick head of his organ against it and slid it up and down, rubbing it in, between the slits of my vagina. He then took his enormous organ in his hand and started lightly beating it on my vagina, around my clitoris. My father-in-law now positioned his penis to finally penetrate my tiny vagina.

He began inserting the huge bulbous head of his penis into my vagina. Anxiously I spread by thighs further to be able to accommodate him easier. I braced myself for the pain. He pushed forward a little and the purple head slowly parted my pink vaginal lips. My little pink lips were really being stretched. I gave a shrill scream and tossed my head about, flinging my black silken hair across. My eyes almost popped out of their sockets, as the bulbous head slowly drilled into me.

My mouth opened in surprise and I gasped, " Hey Bhagwan! " ( Oh God! )

He pushed a little more. My vaginal lips made a strange sucking sound as they closed around the crown of his organ head. He now tried to push further into me. Push as he might, he was not able to proceed further! That was because my vagina was simply too small for his gigantic size. I could see his fat organ head, embedded in the mere entrance of my vagina. The head of his penis was about two and a half inches long and it felt as if he had completely filled me up already! I could see that he still had nine inches of organ to thrust into my little vagina! I stared at my father-in-law with unbelievable shock and fear. We both knew that he would not let me go, without thrusting his full organ into me. I did not even know where I could accommodate such a huge monster.

My father-in-law pulled his organ out. He toyed with my wet folds and then slipped his organ head in, again. I groaned, as it slipped into me, this time considerably easier than the first time. He began to thrust into the entrance to my vagina, with the mere head of his organ, sliding it in and out with slow, gentle jabs. I was loosening up slowly now. With every push, he was able to worm his organ into my vagina, a little further. He suddenly grabbed me by my knees, pushed my thighs further apart, prodded and jabbed his organ deeper into me. Three inches. Four inches. Loud squishy sounds erupted from my vagina, as he slowly drilled into me with a short, cork-crewing motion. Five inches. My eyes rolled about in their sockets and I panted and groaned. Six inches. My hair flounced about my head, as I flung my head about - like a mad woman.

I just lay there, softly sobbing and crying out, " Hey Bhagwan, Hey Bhagwan " every few seconds. My father-in-law managed to slowly drill at least seven inches of his organ into my vagina. Three quarters of his organ was inside me now. I moaned, as the bulbous head was stretching the walls of my vagina, wider and wider, with every thrust. With a huge forward thrust, his penis reached the bottom wall of my vagina. He had thrust in eight inches into me and his organ head slammed up against the back of my vagina, right up against my cervix. I stared at him, with my mouth agape.

I was in pain now. I pleaded with him, " Hey Bhagwan! Enough. Please stop Baabuji. No more. You have reached the end of my vagina. Please stop further thrusting more of your organ into me. Please ...... Please Baabuji ...... Please stop. It is paining me horribly "

He simply smiled his evil smile and said, " Shhhhhh ...... Bahu. There is still three inches of my organ outside your cunt, which I intend to put into you and your lovely cunt has to accommodate. Just bear the pain "

Watching my small body shake and quiver, as his organ pounded into me, was driving my father-in-law mad with lust. I stared at him with wide eyes, as he thrust into me again. My father-in-law grabbed my waist, spread my thighs even wider with his shoulder blades and started slowly to slide those eight inches of hard penis, in and out of my vagina.

I gasped. I arched my back and started to pant and moan. I rolled my eyes and squeaked every time the head of my father-in-law's huge organ thudded against my delicate cervix. He again pulled out, until only the head remained lodged inside my vagina. He laid himself on top of me, roughly grabbed my breasts in his hands and began to suck and nibble upon them. I moaned as he teasingly pulled at my swollen nipples.

He said, " Bahu ...... You like my big cock inside your cunt, don't you? You want me to slide it in again? "

The head of my father-in-law's penis was still half embedded inside me. With a powerful jerk, he thrust his hips forward. I shrieked, as my father-in-law slammed his penis into me, with one solid thrust. He began to slide those eight inches of his organ in and out of me, with slow, even strokes. I began to pant and moan. He avoided thudding against my cervix and contented himself with a good, solid intercourse instead. We continued like this for another ten minutes, both of us panting and moaning. My tight vagina was driving him wild and soon his penis became engorged with blood. I got a feeling that maybe he was ready to ejaculate his sperms, into my vagina!

I pleaded with him, " No Baabuji. Please do not put your seed into me. I will become pregnant. I am the widow of your son. What will people say? Please pull out of me. I shall make you ejaculate with my hands "

But my pleading was in vain. It was obvious that he wanted to plant his seed deep inside me. He stared at me. There was mad lust in his eyes. There were still three more inches of his organ that my vagina had not yet accommodated. I could see that he was now determined to push his whole organ into me. He again pushed and prodded, jabbing deeper into me. He started to really spread my vagina open. I wailed as he thrust forward. My father-in-law grabbed my slim shoulders, in his strong hands again and pulled me against himself.

I groaned as the head of my father-in-law's massive penis, thudded against my cervix. He pushed deeply into me. Slow and gentle jabs, each forward thrust spreading my narrow cervical sphincter wider and wider. I was in tremendous pain. I howled and bucked my hips. I spread my legs as wide as possible to allow him to thrust deeper into me. My father-in-law stopped jabbing and just simply pushed forward. I groaned as his penis started to spread my insides wide.

The back of my vagina was soft, but extremely narrow. His penis head pushing against that rubbery barricade was causing me horrific pain. But his thick and swollen bulbous organ head kept drilling into the deepest part my vagina, with unrelenting forward pressure. Sweat was just pouring off me. My father-in-law pushed harder. I was crying & sobbing with acute pain now. But not caring about my pain he kept pushing his rock hard penis into me. In the midst of my terrible pain, I could hear my bones creak in protest, as my father-in-law's penis spread the muscles of my cervical ring wider and wider apart. The tapered tip of his huge organ head was now actually piercing through my narrowest of openings, spreading my cervical ring far apart, widening it for the massive length behind it.

I again pleaded, " Baabuji it is paining me too much. You are tearing me apart. Please remove your organ. I shall die with pain now "

Instead of listening to my pleading, my father-in-law thrust his organ head into me more forcefully! I gritted my teeth and stared at him with shock, as I felt my cervix surrender to his organ. I exclaimed with shock " Aaaah " as my father-in-law's bulbous organ head pushed through me. There was a sudden, slight rendering sound, as my cervical sphincter was forced apart and then his organ head was through it! I gave a shrill cry as the fat head pushed past my cervix, inching its way deep into my womb. My father-in-law leaned forward even more and continued pushing the rest of his eleven-inch penis into me, until his testicles slammed up against my moist vaginal lips and the head of his penis connected with the back of my womb. Now my father-in-law was in - all the way! He had realised his dream!

I stared at my father-in-law with awe! Despite my terrible pain, I was amazed at his manliness. Amazed at what he had done to me now. I simply was awe-struck that he had managed to thrust his entire organ through my vagina and further through my cervix, so deep - right into my womb. Despite the fact of what he was doing to me, was by force, yet as a woman, I was thrilled at being able accommodate my father-in-law's massively monstrous penis, so deep in my womb. I was getting excited that I was able to give pleasure with my body - to such a virile man. As a matter of fact, Exquisitely pleasurable sensations were developing deep in me, where his penis was embedded into my womb. Among such sensuous feelings, I gradually decided to forget the fact that this was my father-in-law, who was in me.

I stared with a new found passion at my father-in-law. My eyes were now as big as saucers, as I felt the swollen & throbbing head of his enormous organ, tickle the most sensitive lining of the back of my womb. Now my pain was slowly subsiding. I was gradually getting short, little bouts of pleasure. As seconds flew by, I was enveloped by a long-lasting wave of delirious ecstasy. I emitted continuous short grunts and arched my head back. My father-in-law withdrew his penis from my vagina very slowly. The secretions from my vagina and his own pre-cum dripped off the tip of his penis. I stared at it. My own lust grew. My breasts were thrust up like cones. My nipples became erect.

My father-in-law said, " Bahu -- now that I have managed to open up your tight little cunt, I am going to drown you in my fertile sperms and put in a dozen babies straight onto your eggs in your womb now. Are you ready to receive my fertile seeds? "

I shyly said, " Yes Baabuji. I am ready. Ejaculate your manly seeds onto my eggs and make me pregnant tonight. I shall be proud to have your baby "

He again spread my thighs. I held onto him. I gave a little squeal of protest when the swollen and bulbous head of my father-in-law's penis tickled my vaginal lips. He held onto me firmly, sliding me down further, inch by inch. His hands clasped around my waist. I grunted and groaned, as it slowly drilled into my moist vagina. I had been superbly wetted and it slipped in rather easily. My father-in-law gave my body another thrust downwards. My breasts bounced in front of his face. Half of his penis was inside me now. He let go of my waist and cupped my tender breasts in his hands instead and used them as a hand-hold to guide me down. He began to roughly squeeze and knead my breasts and I gave a sigh, as his thumbs rolled over my nipples. The seventh inch of his penis disappeared inside me. About four inches of solid penis was still poised outside my vagina. Although I could not see, I could feel how wide my vagina was being stretched around the massive girth of my father-in-law's penis.

Eight inches slipped into me. I threw back my head and groaned. Nine inches. I squirmed a bit, rocked my hips and squeaked, as the head of my father-in-law's penis slowly wormed its way past my tight cervical ring. It started paining again.

I began groaning, " Baabuji ....... slowly ....... your organ is hurting my cervix now ....... It is paining me again "

He just kept forcing me down. Though I was in pain, he held on to me and thrust his organ much more forcefully. I emitted a loud squeal, as more of his penis pushed through my cervix into my womb. He kept his penis in my cervical ring static for a moment. He seemed to be gathering his breath. Suddenly, with a powerfully violent thrust, he tore through my cervical ring and embedded his colossal rock hard penis deep into my womb, almost directly over my eggs. And then he was gain in to the hilt in me. The shock of his violent thrust made me momentarily almost die with pain.

I screamed, " Aaaaah ....... Aaaaah ....... Baabujeeee ...... I am dying with pain ....... you are killing me "

My father-in-law replied, " Its OK ....... bahu ....... Your tight cunt has swallowed my whole penis into it now. My cock is completely in through your cunt into your womb and directly over your eggs. So relax. I shall keep it still so that you can get used to the size. Only when your pain eases, I will fuck you "

So saying he again kept his organ completely still, deep in me. Both of us were breathing rapidly and sweating profusely. Our bodies were joined. Crotch to crotch. Pubic hair to pubic hair. My father-in-law and I, were one now. We lay still. My pain was easing off. Gradually, my excitement returned and I started feeling pleasurable sensations again. I slowly thrust my hips up a bit further onto my father-in-law's penis -- trying to accommodate him better.

He asked me, " Sangeeta beti ....... Are you OK now? Has your pain reduced? "

I replied, " Jee Baabuji. I am feeling much better now "

He asked me, " Can I now fuck your womb to my heart's content, beti? I want to fuck you roughly and violently "

I shyly replied, " Jee Baabuji ....... Take your pleasure from me to your heart's content in whatever way you wish. I am ready to give you all the pleasure that you want "

My father-in-law now began thrusting his penis deep in and out of my womb. It was rubbing against my sensitive nerve endings there -- which I never even knew existed! With the pleasure that I began getting, I emitted a deep resonating gurgle and drew my nails down his back. He again plunged his organ with force. I gave a little cry and braced my hands on his shoulders. I began to meet his thrusts into me, with my own thrusts upwards onto his organ. Slowly and carefully. My eyes closed and my hands digging into his shoulders. Up and down he rode. sliding half of his rigid penis in and out of my womb. I grunted as the bulbous head of his penis repeatedly thudded through my womb.

My father-in-law cupped my breasts in the palm of his hands, bent his head a little, popped the left one into his mouth and began to suck and pull on my nipple, slurping his tongue over my nipples or teasingly pulling at them with his teeth, while I thrust myself slowly up and down onto his penis. He began to thrust faster and faster with total frenzy. I squealed and wailed as his organ thudded in and out of me. He grabbed me real tightly then. His fingers dug into my waist. He rammed into my womb all the way violently. My father-in-law began to propel his organ into my womb like a mad man, lifting and lowering my small body, continuously jack-hammering through my tight cervical sphincter. I was in ecstasy. I could feel my orgasm building up. He noted that I was getting into my peak and began to drive his penis all the more violently into my womb in and out. My excitement was climbing rapidly. Sweat was pouring out from both of us. Both of us were gasping. He went on shoving his massive organ in and out of my womb -- almost brutally. My climax was building up faster and I could not control myself any longer. Finally my orgasm burst out of my womb

I screamed, " Aaaaaah ....... Baabuji ....... I ....... I ....... Aaaaaah ....... I am cumming ....... Aaaaah ....... "

I let myself go completely. He went on viciously thrusting into me, when I was having my orgasm making it more intense for me. My juices and secretions were bubbling and pouring out of my vagina. I was completely out of breath. I threw my arms around his neck, groaned deeply, then thrust my lips on his, with such fierceness that he was momentarily shocked. He let me kiss him for a few moments, holding me against him and allowed my orgasm to subside. My whole body was quivering and shaking.

My father-in-law relaxed for a few minutes and stroked my hair. Without a word he slowly lifted himself way up so that just his organ head was lodged inside me and slammed into me again. Ramming the entire eleven-inch organ into my womb to the hilt. All the way up and all the way down again. I shrieked as he pumped his penis viciously up and down. He was lifting himself one foot off me, so that he hovered in the air, only to slam into my womb all the way, so that our bodies collided with a crunch. With every thrust his organ head slammed through my tight vagina, thudded through my cervix and slid deep into my womb - actually connecting with the very back of it. It looked like his violent propelling into my womb, was re-arranging my insides. Almost like pushing my stomach and intestines aside, with his gargantuan penis!

He was sweating and gasping. He was propelling his penis into me like a machine. His speed was increasing. I could guess that he was about to ejaculate his virile seeds directly onto my eggs. He had been practicing considerable restraint in the last hour or so. I knew that he could not hold back much longer. Although he had loosened me up, my vagina was still extremely tight and all that pushing, shoving and plunging of his penis was creating enormous friction between my vagina and his penis, which was driving him insane.

As his organ was being thrust completely in and out of me and that too violently, he was probably feeling two sensations on his penis. One - the sensation & pleasure from my vagina. The other - the sensation & pleasure from penetrating my cervix with every stroke. It must have felt to him, as if he was having the pleasure of two vaginas! He was thrusting into me sadistically now. I wailed and clawed, as his groin slammed against my vagina with every thrust. My breasts were being flung about too - considering how firm and stiff they actually were. After a few more violent thrusts, I could feel the head of his penis swell, all the more. I moaned deeply and groaned, as it spread me even wider apart. He shut his eyes gasping. He grabbed my waist and heaved into me, with ferocious thrusts. And then the moment came .......

Contd...

[Blue Bull]

My father-in-law's mammoth organ began bucking with incredible force, with an animal-like roar from his throat. My womb was whipped violently around by the first bursts of his manly seeds. I felt the red-hot pellets, fired directly onto my eggs, deep in my womb. A torrent of his hot semen fired against the sensitive linings of my womb, each continuous sperm blast, orchestrating an orgasmic shout from him! I could feel spurt after spurt of his sperms hitting the back wall of my womb. He must have fired-off half a litre sperm inside my womb, each sporadic ejaculation bouncing off my womb, like cannon balls. My father-in-law and I held each other closely, lips locked and tongues entwined in a passionate kiss, each simply overcome by the force of what we were feeling. After emptying himself into my womb, he collapsed on top of me.

After lying on me for 10 minutes, he pushed himself up and tried to withdraw his organ from me. Amazingly his organ would not come out! Both of us realised that though he had ejaculated, it probably had not become completely soft and was still semi-hard. His bulbous organ head was not coming out of my small cervical ring, deep within my vagina.

My father-in-law said, " Beti ....... My cock seems to be still hard and hence still stuck within your cervical ring. I would need to rest more, so that it becomes completely soft and then I could remove it "

I said, " Jee Baabuji ....... You just sleep on me and rest. When you are ready, we shall try and remove it from my cervix "

I lovingly hugged him and allowed him to rest upon me. He lay upon me. I kept softly rubbing his back and his hair with affections for this amazing man.

After a long time he said, " Bahu ....... I think my cock is soft now. Lift your thighs apart, let me try and withdraw it from your cervix and cunt "

I separated my thighs wide apart. He pulled his penis and the head plopped out of my cervix. He slowly withdrew his penis from my vagina, drawing out both our juices & secretions, that dripped onto the floor beneath us. We lay in each other's arms for awhile, both of us trying to regain our composure. He took me that night two more times, until he fell asleep on me.

Since that night 3 years ago, I have become my father-in-law's main mistress. Our whole village knows about it. Though he still forcibly makes the young wives of his labourers to submit to his sexual perversions, he still comes to me every night. Some of the women that he takes, are certainly much more younger and much more beautiful than me. But still -- at nights, he wants my body. I realised that it maybe, because I am his daughter-in-law and perhaps the fact that he is enjoying his own son's widow, must be exciting him all the more.

Now I have become almost like a sex-toy for him. When he is drunk, he does anything he likes to me. He bangs me anally, has intercourse with me in any place he likes -- for example -- the living room, the balcony, the kitchen, even in the garden & his farms. Many times, he has taken me, right in front of the house servants and shamefully, even in front of my own children. He has even forced me to give my body to him, in front of a few of his friends. Thankfully, he has not allowed them to touch me -- at least up to now. But who knows? Maybe someday, he may even give me to them, to take their pleasure. I am unable to stop him, in any way.

I have to bear his perversions & lust. As he never uses a condom, over the last 3 years, I have given birth to 2 babies fathered by him. This is in addition to my own 2 children from my late husband -- my father-in-law's own son! In all probability, he will certainly make me pregnant again. My life goes on. Only that -- as he is so huge, my body responds to him well and as a woman I am extremely satisfied. But, as a mother to my children, I do not know what our future holds for us .......

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[Blue Bull]

Would you like to share a cab?

(A sexy, drunk girl was sharing my cab ride seduced and....)

By: jacobdxxh

Being stood up by your boyfriend in a discotheque can be quite embarrassing for a girl. But sometimes, bad things happen for a reason.

He had promised her that he would meet her at the entrance when happy hour started. She waited there till 7:30. But the lecherous looks of the guys hanging around near the entrance got on her nerves. She went inside in a fit of rage. She sent him a message as she made her way in.

The first thing she did was to order her favorite drink. She had just gotten off work and was extremely thirsty. While waiting for the drinks, she looked around for some company.

“I might as well have a good time while waiting,” she thought. But there were no other customers in the bar that she could indulge in. Not much time passed. She was all set for her fourth drink, a little tipsy and a growing rage for being stood up.

She had a hectic week. Since her roommate was out this weekend, Susan had been looking forward to a romantic, possibly sexy weekend. She thought fondly about their last time together. She hoped he could do an encore – not just tonight but throughout the weekend, with no rest.

The more intoxicated she became, the more her thoughts became ecstatic and erotic. She needed an orgasm or twenty at least. Her thoughts wandered into the future moments of having them. Her loins heated up, and she felt her wetness.

The lace panties she had chosen for the night were getting soaked up by the time happy hour ended. She was becoming more and more frantic by the minute. It was time to get something done before she exploded. She got up.

All the while, horny thoughts were running wild in her head, unfulfilled desires mingling with her lust-filled fantasies. She went to the restroom. In the bathroom, she entered the stall and sat on the seat. She then started to squeeze her nipples.

She started playing with herself again, imagining what he would do to her in bed. She was way too far gone for this bar. She needed sex now. She couldn’t wait any longer. Nearly an hour passed, and she was still waiting. She knew he wasn’t going to show up.

The bar had gotten full, and no one bought drinks for her either. Then, she decided to go home, disappointed but not broken-hearted yet irritated. She decided to check the phone, only to realize there were two missed calls and a message from him.

Between her distracted mind and the noise of the discotheque, she hadn’t paid attention to her phone at all. She took the call, wondering what he needed to say. The phone rang for a few seconds before he answered it. She didn’t hear his voice at first, but then she did.

All of her thoughts were washed away in a wave of sensation. She was in the moment. She felt like it was her right to be there. He started speaking to her about how he needed some time off for personal reasons. He apologized and said it was a pretty long story.

She should call him back at some point so they can talk more about it. “His loss,” she thought. The only downside was that she wouldn’t be able to feed the growing hunger between her legs.

“Fuck you! Don’t bother calling or messaging me again,” she shouted at him. She was finally done with him and his excuses. She hung up, not paying attention to what he was saying.

She went back to the bar and ordered another drink for herself. She felt a little more relaxed but still wanted something she couldn’t have yet. After her second drink, she decided it was time to go home. She paid the bills for her drinks.

She got up, thanked the bartender and left to make her way home. Fuming, she stormed out of the discotheque. She was tipsy and accidentally booked a shared ride on her phone app. She felt too lazy to change it and waited by the curb for it to arrive.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have had these many drinks,” she thought. The alcohol combined with the cool night air of Bangalore made her feel a little dizzy.

She was feeling quite horny. She was trying to distract herself from it by thinking of what she could have done that night, but nothing came to mind. She felt the urge to masturbate. She decided against it because she didn’t want to appear promiscuous slut.

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“We have to pick up someone else, sir,” the cabbie told me as soon as I got in.

“Ok, no problem,” I replied, “I am in no rush.” The app said we were picking up Susan — a nice name, I thought. I also looked out for the location and noticed we were picking her up from the discotheque. Not safe for a girl to take a cab after drinks. None of my business, though.

The car pulled up at the discotheque. I noticed the cute drunk girl swaying on her unsteady legs, checking her phone every few seconds and looking anxiously in the direction of the cab. She was wearing a stunning short black dress.

I also noticed that her shoes were extremely high and uncomfortable to walk in. Again, not safe for a girl to be walking around after drinks. As she struggled to open the door, I jumped out and helped her get into the cab.

She mumbled something that sounded vaguely like ‘thanks.’ A few minutes into the drive, she had dozed off. A few minutes later, she was dreaming and sleep talking. I honestly didn’t understand a word she was saying. She was sexy. Her hand was between her legs, giving me direct eyesight of her boobs.

“Wow!” I thought, going hard, watching this horny beauty. “Someone’s going to get lucky tonight,” I thought.

By the time we reached her destination, she was fast asleep. “We are here,” the cabbie said. “Are you ok? Do you need to go home?” I asked her. She just mumbled something and continued to sleep.

“What should do we do now?” the cabbie asked, turning back to me in a voice of desperation.

“I don’t know,” I said, cringing, “if she was awake enough to tell us where she lives, maybe one of us could help her get home,” I said in Kannada.

“Her address is on the booking,” he said and hurriedly started checking the address and then looking out at the door numbers. “I think it’s upstairs of that one there,” he said, pointing to a building diagonally opposite to where we were parked.

“Let me check,” I said, getting out of the cab. I walked to the place and up the stairs. Sure enough, the door number was the same that the cabbie had told me.

“Here’s what I suggest,” I said as I returned to the cab, “I will get off here and help her up the stairs. Hopefully, her folks will be able to take over from there.” The cabbie merely shrugged, eager to get rid of the nuisance that kept him from accepting the next ride.

She was half awake by the time we got out of the car. I carried her to keep her from falling over and somehow climbed the stairs. The cabbie waited till I got her to the door and rang the doorbell (perhaps to make sure I had no nefarious intentions) before leaving me hanging and also canceled my trip.

I rang the bell again. The lights were on, but nobody was home. I decided to try and see if she would wake up and tell me where to go next. “Hey!” I said, shaking her shoulder.

“Hey!” I said again in Kannada, using my most convincing voice. She finally opened her eyes and looked at me with a blank expression on her face. “Where are you from?” I asked in Kannada, “Can you speak English?” She took a few more moments to comprehend what I said and then nodded.

I asked her, “Is anyone home?”

“Ummmm hmmm,” she said, shaking her head in the negative, still swaying, quite drunk, “just you and me and lots of naked fun,” she added, thinking I was the guy she wanted to meet at the club. Still wanting it to be true, I had to have control.

She put her hands around my neck and leaned in as if to kiss me. But she almost passed out again, plopping her pretty head on my shoulder. I shook her awake again.

“Hey… hey…,” I said, shaking her shoulder till she woke up again, “Keys? Where are the keys?”

She fumbled around looking for them, asking me if I wanted to come in. “Nah, thanks.” But I’m just glad she wasn’t planning on giving me a blowjob! I thought to myself.

She was fishing the keys out of her purse herself. She handed them to me, swaying back to my shoulder again. I balanced her on one arm and opened the door with the other. Once we were in and I had shut the door, she was all over me.

Throwing her arms around my neck, she leaned in for a kiss and this time. She didn’t pass out.

“Oh my, you are beautiful!” she said. “I like your long hair. You know what? We could be friends or something. I think at least to start with,” she added hesitantly while still leaning in for a kiss. She smelled good too, but not quite the way I had thought when she was passed out.

She smelled like flowers, jasmine. I think it was called. As she pressed her open mouth on mine, sliding her tongue in my mouth. It was just too much for me to resist. So I kissed her back and started pursuing her.

Hard, biting and sloppy with little gentleness in my treatment of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of that dress she was wearing. She was sucking my tongue. I enjoyed the effect it had on me. When she suddenly wrapped both arms around my waist, lowering herself on me, I subdued.

She was pulling at my belt and unzipping me, tugging my shirt up with one hand while kissing my neck and ear. I stood her in the living room, still holding her around the waist with both hands on each side of her hips. I had every intention of leaving after getting her situated.

Up to that point, this was a nuisance. But she was looking at me with such an expression of need and desperation. I couldn’t leave without giving her what she wanted. There is only so much you can resist by way of an open invitation from a beautiful and sexy woman.

The ladies I have met or otherwise experimented with are readier to carry on than anything else. And once the situation is in motion past their resistance, I’m afraid it’s practically impossible to stop. So, when she stuck her tongue out to be sucked, I obliged, licking and sucking it, tasting her saliva and kissing her hard.

She was still kissing me, trying to reach my belt buckle. I could feel the arousal in her body as she started grinding against me. Her dress had ridden up over her ass anyway. So my hands were free up on her ass, fondling it. Nevertheless, she said, “Why don’t you take me here?” pointing to my pulsing, rock-hard cock.

I muttered, “You pester me too much when I come here.” With her insistent invitation holding sway over, the inarticulate reserve of denial lingered no longer.

I unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor in a pool of fabric. She was wearing black lacey underwear that hugged her round ass tightly. But I still saw the outline of her pussy through them with its engorged lips sticking out, waiting for me.

No wonder she wanted this so badly as she stood there in front of me. I could feel her breath on my neck as I asked, “Are you sure?” She whispered in an erotic voice in my ear, “Yes.” Then I ran my hands down from her back to her firm little ass.

Her panties were wet against my hands. I could feel the warmth of her pussy through them. It seemed so different from when she’d worn panties earlier that day. That was just a game, not what this is.

I pushed off her lingerie top with one hand. Her bra came off next, and her gloriously full breasts were exposed, perky, erect nipples standing proudly, two-toned mounds of flesh jutting out swollen, inviting to be sucked. I cupped both breasts in the firm grip, pinching one over the other. She gasped and groaned.

She slid her hand between my legs, rubbing my erection — that was my final push. Pushing her against the wall, I started kissing her — no, I started eating her mouth and tongue. Cupping a breast in my hands, I squeezed, making her moan in my mouth.

I unbuttoned and dropped my pants first, relieving the raging erection and setting my cock free when I shed my underwear. Susan’s hand grabbed my shaft and started stroking it vigorously. She responded to my kissing with just as much hunger and intensity.

Still kissing, I guided her towards what looked like a bedroom and threw her on the bed. Her panties were wet, and so was I. My lips stretched over her boobs, my tongue rolling along with one nipple, sucking lightly at the other.

I reached behind me. I took hold of that lovely ass in my hands — spreading them wide open for me. I kissed and sucked her tits some more, feeling them swell up in my hands. I moved down to suck on that sweet pussy, nibbling around the edges of lips with tongue, massaging clit with fingers.

Her legs wrapped around me tightly. She moaned against my mouth, ass grinding into my crotch. I knew I was going to fuck this beauty over and over again.

Susan moved her hips against me, grinding and fucking my face as I drove my tongue deep into her pussy. She was so wet and hot. I wanted to fuck her now, but I needed a condom. I stood up from between those amazing legs of hers.

I had one in hand and put it on Susan’s swollen clit in seconds. She moaned as I gave it a few tugs before moving my cock between her legs. She tasted so nice, her pussy all warm and wet for me.

Getting on top, I shoved my pole down her mouth, spread her legs wide and, opening her pussy, shoved my tongue down her hole. I heard a moan and an involuntary sucking of my cock as I started shoving it in and out of her mouth.

She was gushing, and I lapped up her delicious juices hungrily. After tongue-fucking her for a few minutes, I shifted my attention to her clitoris. It was swollen, and I flicked it with my tongue twice. She moaned, and I moved my cock in and out of her mouth while rubbing it against her clit.

I felt a surge in my balls as Susan sucked me deeply, enjoying the taste of her juices on my dick. Her body trembled with pleasure as I rubbed that swollen nubbin between thumb and forefinger — pinching hard at times to bring her to a fever pitch.

I could feel the end of my cock pulsing. I shoved it into her mouth and held her head down on my shaft — she was going nuts! Her pussy gushed, coating me with wetness as I slowly came back up from between those sweet thighs of hers. She kissed my neck and moaned against me. I sat there, drenched in her juices.

She was not done yet. I lay down as Susan crawled onto my lap. “Did you like that?” she asked seductively, leaning forward to kiss me.

“You’re amazing,” I replied as she leaned over and began sucking on my nipple. She worked her way down the front of my body with those soft lips and tongues, kissing every inch of skin before nuzzling at the base of my cock. It was getting hard again!

I grabbed her head and shoved it back into place on my arousal, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock as she sucked me. I ran one hand through her hair and held it back with the other, bringing her to a climax I couldn’t control myself.

She moaned against my member as I reached down and pulled off her panties. They were wet with lust! A few minutes later, she was on her back, legs spread wide as I slid into her. I grabbed her legs and pulled them up against my chest, pushing myself into her with force.

She was still slick from our earlier escapades. So I made quick work of it until I felt the tightening in my balls again. Again he reached down to rub at that sensitive nubbin as I fucked her hard.

“Oh! Oh, fuck!” Susan exclaimed, pressing herself down on my cock. “I’m… I’m going to cum!”

“Cum all over me,” I replied as she reached back and started rubbing at her clit. She was moaning like crazy now! Her head rolled around with the force of her passion. She was furiously making herself climax while still impaled on my erection!

I came inside her, thrusting against her to get every last drop of my seed out and into her. I moaned as I finished. She was still moaning like crazy!

After a few minutes, we both calmed down and got up off the bed. We were both sweaty, and our clothes were disheveled. “Wow!” she sighed, still panting heavily, “Do you fuck all the drunk women you find on the road this way?” she exclaimed.

Somewhere along the way, she must have realized it wasn’t her boyfriend fucking her.

“Nah, only the one who seduces me over the rides,” I replied.

“Thanks for a good weekend,” she smiled, kissing me again, full of ecstasy.

After a while, still hungry for more, she pushed me on my back and went to work on my limp cock with her mouth. She sucked it as her life depended on that dead man’s cock! I pushed against the back of her throat until my skin stung. What slut had made me get so hard?

Our hands gripped at each other, still frenzied. After she worked on my newfound hardness with both hand and mouth, I asked if she wanted to fuck again. Instead of answering, she started to suck me harder.

“I could get used to this,” I thought. As I got hard, she took it off her mouth and started to stroke but continued to stroke me. She said, “When I called the cab, I was pissed at my boyfriend not showing up. I had no idea I would have a great night.”

I told her to go into a doggy-style position with a wicked smile. I was amazed at how tight she was. Thrusting into her, I started drilling her hard and fast, grabbing her waist for leverage.

She was whimpering and moaning loudly, urging me to go faster and harder. We both moaned in unison, taking at my dick. She was still rock hard and couldn’t wait for me to fuck her.

She started moaning. I stroked back and forth, until at last fucking furiously after 5 minutes!” We climaxed again.

“What are you doing tomorrow and Sunday?” she asked, her voice hoarse.

“Nothing much,” I said. “I just arrived in town today. I have interviews from Monday, but nothing is planned for the weekend. Why?”

“My parents are out of town for the weekend,” she said, winking.

Then the fun started till Sunday morning when her boyfriend called her telling her he would be home in 5 minutes.

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[Blue Bull]

House Warming To Erotic Pussy Warming

(My best friends house warming function gave me an amazing opportunity to have a quick hot fuck with a young hot tender girl.)

By:
Vk30177

Hi Guys, I hope you guys are doing well. Life has become very unpredictable. You never know what will happen next. Happiness and enjoyment matter in life. Self-belief in chasing our dreams and following our hearts with purpose can lead us to make magical memories.

Either we keep thinking about sex without experiencing it and regret it later. Or we can find our right partner and enjoy wonderful sexual encounters with them. It is a matter of personal choice.

I am Vinay here from Chennai. I just touched 40 this year. It feels great to be in the fabulous 40s.

I had a short and crisp encounter with a hot young girl while attending my best friend Nitin’s housewarming function.

It was my best friend’s Nitin’s housewarming party. They had booked a swanky 3 BHK flat on the 15th floor of a new residential complex. The House warming party was a limited gathering of around 75 people. The interior work was in the final stages.

Dinner was arranged in the hall of the clubhouse on the ground floor. Guests were invited from 6.30 pm onwards. My wifey, my young son and I joined them during lunchtime. Nitin and Sneha wanted us to help set up a few things. We were the first ones to reach.

After a brief chat, we started to help them pack the return gifts for all the guests. By 4.30, a few of Nitin’s cousin sisters joined us. By 5.30, 40 to 45 people were already in the apartment. It got a bit crowded, so we had to stop the packing work.

We all started to chat. Being his 20+-year-old friend, most of his relatives and other friends knew us very well. Nitin’s talkative cousin, Nisha, introduced me to her daughter Diya.

Nisha told me that Diya was doing an internship at an IT company. She would be looking for a job in a few months. She requested that, if possible, I should help her to find a good job.

Nisha also complimented me that we were the only couple who had not changed. We looked almost the same as we were 20 years back. I asked her to be honest, not use sugar-coated words and flatter us. Nisha jokingly told me to ask any male about your wife to get the best answer on how she looked.

She said that as a female, she has already complimented me. I praised her that she and her daughter look like friends, not like daughter and mother. Diya was standing beside us, enjoying the banter. She pitched in, saying that my wife still looks fabulous and looks hot at this age.

I called my wife and told her about this. She talked with Nisha, and I started to speak to Diya. Diya was in her twenties, maybe 24 or 25. She was wearing a very simple cotton one-piece cold shoulder dress. We moved to the balcony to avoid the crowd.

As soon as we stood holding the balcony’s steel grill, the good cool breeze blew up her dress from her legs. I could see her bare legs. She was wearing black shorts inside. She bent to hold her dress down and exposed her lovely hot boobs.

I turned my head to the other side as she made herself comfortable, holding her dress between her legs. She turned red in embarrassment as she stood there. I laughed and told her, “You have made up my day.” She sportingly said, “I am happy about that.”

We spoke for some time. Then Nitin told me that I should take one set of people down and start dinner. I quickly went to the dining place to ensure things were in place. The whole hall was full in half-hour time, and everyone enjoyed dinner.

Nitin came and gave the keys to the flat. He told me to take care of the packing of the remaining return gifts. I asked Nitin to send someone along to complete the job. Nitin spoke to Nisha, and she called Diya requesting her to help me.

We both left for the apartment, and Diya asked me, “How long you guys have been married?”

I replied, “Almost 15 years now, I have seen you grow up in front of my eyes.”

She said, “Mom was so correct. Honestly, your wife looks so hot and sexy even now.”

I replied, “Yeah, I know that I can see men staring at her when we go around.”

She asked me, “Does that make you feel bad or jealous?”

I replied, “It does not matter now as there is no choice. I can’t stop people from staring at her.”

Diya laughed and said, “That’s true. Sometimes even I feel the same when I am out. We can’t help it.”

Diya had grown into a beautiful young hot lady. As we walked back, I started to scan her tender young body. We were waiting for the lift. She asked me, “How much difference do you find in your wife since you married her?”

I asked her, “What does that mean? You mean her nature, character, behaviour or something else?” She said, “I mean in her body, has she undergone massive changes, or she was like this itself.”

I looked at her and asked, “Too many doubts. Are you getting married?” She laughed and replied, “No, just trying to understand.” I looked at her and replied, “She has put up a little weight overall.” She asked me, “Ok, so is she sexier now, or did you like her earlier.”

Her questions were crazy. I don’t know why she asked all this, but I kept replying. I told her, “Every time her body undergoes some changes, I love it as I get a new feel of her.” She told me, “That’s a very nice way of thinking, was she like me before marriage.”

I looked at her and said, “Not sure, but I think yes, almost like you.” By now, we had reached the flat. We quickly moved to the room to finish the packing work. She sat beside me, helping me cut the tapes and packing papers.

She asked me, “What are her stats now?” I told her, “36d – 32 – 34.” She said, “Woooh, 36d is huge, the centre of attraction always.” I told her, “You have 34, 30 and 32. Don’t worry. They will grow as you grow up.”

She looked at me surprised and said, “How can you be so precise on my measurements, my god.” I smiled and said, “I saw them some time back and my experience, so just guessed.”

She asked, “How is your sex life? Are you guys still active?” I looked at her and said, “What do you think? You tell me.” She said, “I think you guys are still active. But you may have other commitments, so it’s not so frequent now.”

I did not reply. I just stared at her and focused on the job at hand. She looked at me and asked, “What, am I correct?” I looked at her and said, “We are still very much active. It’s in our weekly routine, sometimes even more.”

She said, “Great, so when was your last time.” I said, “3 days back.” She said, “Do you guys try new places or only on the bed?” I replied, “Kitchen slab, dining table and sofa are our most sought-after places, and shower is our favourite hot place.”

She looked surprised and said, “Wow, that’s fabulous. The shower is the best place where I enjoy it.” I shot back instantly, “With whom do you enjoy Diya?” She stumbled and mumbled, “Uhh, my boyfriend.”

I again shot back, “Lucky chap, when was your last time.” She said, “It’s been a while, maybe 3 to 4 months.” I tried to focus on work as I replied, “So you have had dry days.”

We sat on the floor, and she kept bending down to pack the gifts. She was giving me a clear view of her lovely hot boobs. I could not resist looking at them every time she bent down. She said, “Yes, dry days. Have you guys tried doing it on the bare floor?”

I told her, “Yes but just once or twice.” She slowed down her packing and asked me, “Did you enjoy it?” I said, “Don’t remember, Diya. Maybe I have to try again to know how enjoyable it is.” She stopped packing and looked at me, “So when are you planning to try it.”

My eyes lit up as she moved her face closer to my face. We were sitting on the bare floor, and what better time to try some quick hard sex in the bare floor. Well, down in the multipurpose hall, there was a housewarming. Here this bitch wanted her pussy warmed. I looked at her and asked, “Are you sure about this?”

She looked at me and replied, “We have very little time, don’t waste it.” She did not reply. She brought her lips closer to me as we lip-locked in a maddening kissing session. She pushed aside all the packing stuff as I made her lie on the floor.

I crossed my legs across her body and kissed her neck, boobs and moved down. I squeezed her boobs and kissed her navel as I moved down further. I pushed her dress up to her waist. I could see her lovely smooth legs. Her black tight shorts looked sexy on her fair tender body.

I kissed her legs and moved back to her thighs, kissing them softly. I pushed her dress up again. She raised her body, allowing me to push it above her boobs. Her lacy bra exposed her cleavage as I moved my hands, feeling her soft body.
I stood up, removed my T-shirt, and pushed down my jeans and underwear.

My huge monster popped out as she looked at it with her eyes wide open. I moved back to the same position, grabbing her boobs in my hands. Her soft boobs juggled as I grabbed them to squeeze them in my palms. She caressed my head and moaned, “Ah, yes, Vinay.”

I moved up to suck them one after the other. I licked her nipples and rolled my tongue around her hardened nipples. I unhooked her bra and pulled it down from her body. Her boobs pooped out and stood there like glowing bulbs. I kept moving my hands on her soft boobs, which turned hot and tight.

Her amazing boobs looked beautiful inviting. I held both her boobs squeezed them softly in my hands. I crushed them and slowly took one boob in my mouth. I sucked it softly and kept squeezing the other some. She closed her eyes and bent her head back, moaned, “Ufff Vinay, oh god.”

I turned my attention to her nipples, with were now hard and erect. My warm tongue licked across her swollen nipples in circles, sucking them. I moved down and kissed her pussy from the top of her shorts. She moaned as I kissed her more intensely this time.

Slowly I removed her tight shorts and kept them aside. I could see her lovely clean-shaved pussy glistening in the bright, newly installed yellow lights. I pushed my lips to her pussy lips, taking a slice of her pussy in my mouth. Slowly, I was licking and sucking it.

She moaned as I licked her pussy lips in long deep licks. Just a few deep intense licks were enough to make her go mad. She tried to hold me tightly on her pussy. I spread her pussy with my fingers to lick and suck it deeply. I played with my tongue on her outer lips.

I let my tongue probe her swollen pussy lips, sucking, kissing them. I held her legs firmly by her thighs and started to suck and lick deep inside her pussy. The deeper I moved my tongue in her throbbing pussy, the more restless she got. I moved my tongue up and down in slow, ticking motions.

That set her pussy was on fire. She moaned loudly, enjoying the incredible pleasure she had never felt in her life. I kept licking her pussy, tasting every part of it. She never wanted me to stop. She lay there with her legs wide open and her body relishing in the magic of my tongue.

I kept licking and eating her love hole as she moaned like an animal. Sweat was pouring from her body. She was starving and yearning to be entered. I moved up and positioned my dick on her burning pussy. I quickly rubbed my hard dick a few times on her pussy.

She held my dick in her hand and said, “This will hurt me, bastard, oh my god.”

I squeezed her boobs softly and said, “Don’t worry bitch, you can take this pain for your pleasure.”

I cared a damn about what she said. I sat between her legs spreading them wide open. I positioned my dick on her lovely throbbing hole. I could see the fear in her eyes as my massive manhood stood outside her tiny tunnel. She placed both her hands on her mouth.

I gave a feel of my hot throbbing dick again, rubbing it on her love hole. She fell back eagerly, spreading her legs. I was rubbing my overpowering dick against her pussy lips. I held my dick and kept tapping my monster on her pussy, gently hitting on her outer lips with my dick.

I wanted her to starve for my dick. Her pussy was swollen and wet. I placed my dick on her hole and pushed it gently inside. She screamed in pain as she felt the first pain of a hard insertion. She closed her eyes, one hand on her mouth and the other hand trying to hold me.

I held both her hands and pushed them back to her head as slowly I pierced her hole with my throbbing monster. She tried to contain her loud moaning, but she could not hold back. I allowed her to breathe and inserted half of my dick in her burning hole in a forceful push.

She moaned, raised her body and dug her nails deeply on my back. I paused for a moment to look into her eyes. I took her lips in my mouth and sucked them. She struggled to release her hand from my hold. I pushed my dick deeper into her tight tiny hole.

I left her hands. She wrapped her hands tightly around my back as I kept pushing my dick deeper into her hole. Her tight burning hole was stretched. I pulled out a little, again. In a fierce hard jerk, I thrust my dick to the deepest corner of her pussy.

Her pressure to breathe easy made me release her from the intense lip-lock. Diya desperately moved her head from one side to the other. My dick ripped her pussy hole and made its way inside. She gripped her hold on my back as I pulled out.

Again in a forceful thrust, she pushed my dick to the deepest corner of her pussy. She kept kissing and licking my lips as I penetrated her deeper and deeper. My dick was way too big for her hole, which made her pussy hole stretch to its core.

She was screaming with ecstasy. My pulsating thick hard cock started to move slowly in and out of her lovely hole. Her hole was too small. My dick skin ripped down. I slowly thrust my dick in and out of her lovely hot hole. I looked into her eyes and began to pump her hard.

I asked her, “So bitch, is the floor sex enjoyable?” She said, “Fucker, my pussy is aching like hell, but I love this pain.” I began to thrust my dick deeper and faster and replied, “So let me take you from hell to heaven.”

Diya looked back in my eyes and said, “Fucker, yes fuck me hard make it more enjoyable, come on, son of bitch do it faster.” Diya wrapped her legs around my waist. She dug her fingernails in my back as I increased the speed of thumping her pussy.

She held me tightly as I started digging my full rock-hard dick in and out of her pussy hole furiously. My meatballs started making noises as they slapped her ass with my every thrust in her lovely hole. We were not in this world, and we were lost to this world and our conscience as I fucked her hard.

She could not hold anymore and withstand my assault. Moreover, we both were too scared of someone coming up. She asked me to finish it faster. I was having the best time of my life. What more can you ask them an unexpected good hard fuck with a young chic.

She was equally crazy and giving her best shot to enjoy this crazy fuck. I firmed my grip on her body and the speed of drilling her. After thrusting a few fierce, forceful strokes, Diya was getting restless. My quick hard thrusts pushed her roughly against the floor, but she was determined to take it in her stride.

Diya clung to me by the neck, pushing back her pussy to match my hard thrusts on her burning pussy. My hands moved to her soft boobs slapping them and crushing them firmly. I dug deeper into her. She kept pushing herself against me and shouted, “Oh god, yes, fuck, ahh, Vinay.” I felt my release building up.

I increased my pumping speed and held her hands again behind her head. I pumped her hard for a deeper fucking. Diya moaned in anticipation of her release as she could feel her release building up. The assault of my humps on her pussy and squeezes on her boobs took her to the next level of ecstasy.

She felt herself quickly climbing to an orgasm, and she moaned loudly. Her head fell on the floor as she cried under the intensity of her imminent release. She shouted, “Vinay, yes, don’t stop, I am cumming.” Her body bucked under the pleasure of her release.

In no time, we both came together. I filled her pussy with my heavy load. She came so hard that she bit my shoulders with her face buried in my chest. I kept moving my dick in small motions. Her hot juices flowed from her pussy in a steady stream.

We lay there for a while again, kissing each other. This time her kissing was with a lot of love, because of the pleasure that she got. After a few minutes, we quickly cleaned and packed the return gifts again. We spoke, and she said she never dreamt that she would have gotten a chance to be fucked like this.

She removed her shorts and kept them in the bag, saying her pussy was itching. We went down. In the meantime, few guests had already left. Nitin and others went back to the flat. There were very few people. My wife was busy with Nitin’s wife helping her.

She asked me to join her in the flat once I finished dinner. Diya and I filled out plates with food and sat at the same table. I picked a piece of cucumber, slipped my hand beneath the table, pushed my hands between her legs to place the chilled cucumber on her pussy.

Diya looked at me shell shocked as I gently rubbed the cucumber on her pussy. I gently whispered, “Hope this cools you down.” She looked into my eyes and said, “I think your mouth would have been better.”

I asked her, “How about my finger?” She looked at me, and to her utter shock, I let go of the cucumber and pushed my finger in her hole.

She said, “You don’t look like that you are. You are a real asshole. Tell me when and where should we meet again.”

I said, “As quickly as possible, let me see how you taste.”

I pulled out my finger from her pussy to lick it, looking into her eyes...

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[Blue Bull]

Her Revenge

(Wife's revenge on adulterous husband....)

By: Vk30177

Part 1 (Caught Him Red Handed)

Women are marvelous. Their mental and emotional strength is unmatched. So is their special ability to balance their personal life and to keep everyone around them happy. Making several sacrifices is indeed very special. Right from remembering birthdays, anniversary and other special occasions and to keep a tab of all the other important happenings around them.


Let me tell you women are best at this they are at a different level of multitasking and mental strength. Men are of no match to this special ability of women. Women deserve a better life, respect, and independence. A personal identity which many times is deprived of them.

This is due to men’s personal expectations, ambitions, and aspirations. The only expectations women keep from their man is honesty and loyalty. If anyone of this expectation is breached then it is a very different and difficult situation for men. Vinay here from Chennai, 37-year- old.

I and Nitin started our careers together in the same company. After working for 7 years I moved out and started my own successful venture. Nitin is at a high post in the same company from 17 years. We have remained best buddies standing with each other in good and bad times.

I got married a few years back and have a child. Nitin also got married a few years back but he is yet to build his family. Nitin’s wife Sneha and my wife have a strong bond between them. We are like a family celebrating and living all our good and bad times together.

We both get a lot of foreign junkets for our business achievements. Nitin keeps traveling abroad. I always redeem the trips unless it is a new destination. Nitin is flamboyant, a flirt and always loves to travel single. His mantra of travel is WWE (women, wine, entertainment).

He keeps talking about his adult and sexual travel tales whenever we meet. In Nitin’s absence. Sneha spends her time with us. Sneha is a very pretty looking women with a lovely body structure, slim waist, lovely eyes, and nice boobs. She always dresses up well and is very stylish.

She may not look like a hot sexy bomb kind of babe with spectacular features but is a very attractive woman. I always fascinated and wondered thinking with lies beneath those lovely dresses of Sneha. But I also believe that size and shape do not matter in a sexual relationship.

Enjoying being together and being comfortable with each other is most important. If you are comfortable with your partner then the whole game is much more exciting and thrilling. I always had a fascination for Sneha. Nitin used to share with me shamelessly about his previous night fucking details with Sneha.

I used to pretend not liking it but always managed to get full details from him. There were many instances when the neck of Sneha’s dress would be deep. If she would bend unconsciously her lovely tits could be seen. I would always try and steal a glance at her lovely body whenever possible.

A few times she had caught me staring down her cleavage and she would hold her hand to her neck area to cover up. I usually wore boxer shorts and a t-shirt at home. I had caught her a few times looking at my crotch. I would have a sudden hard-on looking at her wonderful sexy body.

It was September vacations. My wife and kid were away to their grandparent’s place. It was a Sunday. I was watching TV and Sneha dropped in. She had come walking and due to the Chennai heat and sweat, her t-shirt clung to her breasts. And one could see the outlines of her bra.

She had climbed 2 floors and so was panting. Her breasts were heaving as a result. And the rushing adrenalin had caused her nipples to stand out erect. At 5 feet 6” and with a body of 34-26-34. She stood there like a goddess. She reached for me and I hugged her as a friend.

I tried not to feel her lovely chest press against me and smell her wonderful, exotic cologne. But, as I said, I’m a guy. Once I felt her close my erection was stirring in my shorts as I felt her lovely body smell. I expected Nitin to accompany her.

But she informed that he was on a business trip to Bangkok and Pattaya. She was surprised that I was not aware of his travel. She said that she was trying to reach Nitin from yesterday but could not. The previous night he disconnected the call saying he is a conference and today he was not picking her calls.

Having known Nitin for so many years I was sure he was enjoying his time in massage centers having erotic massages and fucking girls in his rooms. She asked me to try once maybe if he picks my call. I did not want to call him at any cost. I knew if he was free.

He would start boasting and explaining about all his sexual adventures there. It would be disastrous with Sneha around. She sat speaking to me and I tried to divert her from that topic. But she again asked me to try his number. I reluctantly dialed praying he should not pick the call.

After a few rings, he disconnected my call. As usual, Sneha had dressed up beautifully and I sat admiring her beauty. Her long hair, the pink shiner she had applied on her lips, beautiful eyes. Tight fit sleeveless black top and low waist blue jeans made her look very sexy.

The semitransparent shoulder material revealed the straps of her wine-colored bra. She looked incredibly attractive. I could not resist stealing glances of her lovely boobs. I was relieved and kept the phone on the table. But my relief was short lived as he sent me lots of photos and videos.

We both noticed that it was from Nitin. Sneha pounced on my phone and started to look at the pics and videos. I also peeped and we could not believe our eyes. She was in a state of shock as he had sent a lot of dirty, nude pictures and videos of having fun with many different girls.

The video of Nitin and his colleagues selecting call girls sitting in bikinis in the glass display. Then caressing their boobs and ass and going into a room for fucking shell shocked her. Next minute I received a WhatsApp video call from him. I forcefully took back the phone from Sneha.

She stood a little away from where she could see my mobile clearly. But Nitin could not see her. I picked the call and my worst nightmare turned true. Nitin was sitting nude in his room with 2 nude girls in his arms. A glass of wine in one girl’s hand and the other girl had a bowl of nuts.

One girl was feeding him wine the other nuts and he was playing with their boobs. Without giving me a chance to speak he waved at me and said, “Buddy, do you want to enjoy them?” and he squeezed their boobs and told the girls. “Say hello to brother.” Both the girls waved and said hello to me.

He had covered his lower half with a pillow. The girls had huge boobs. They were caressing Nitin. They were feeling his dick by playfully pushing their hands under the pillow and also licking his nipples. It was just embarrassing and disgusting.

I looked at Sneha. She was shocked, with utter disbelief on her face. Nitin asked the girls, “What do we do now.” The girls replied, “Chapi, chapi. Pom – pom and double fuck,” and they all started to giggle. I was speechless and numb.

He continued, “Buddy, just see the photos and videos! What fun yesterday at the Russian show. I was taken to the stage. The girls stripped me nude and gave me a sensual bath. After that, I went for 4 hands nude massage. It was just amazing, man. Now it’s threesome time. Fucking 2 pussies, man.”

Before I could say anything Sneha snatched the phone and said: “Is there anything else that you have missed then fuck that also. Just disgusting Nitin.” Nitin was taken aback to see Sneha. He tried to get up from between the girls and we could see him nude.

Sneha shouted at him, “ Just look at you. Shameless fellow. Ashamed of you. Don’t call me and let us meet at your parent’s place. I am going there right now.” Nitin said, “Sorry Sneha.” She interrupted him and said, “What the fuck sorry. You have just finished everything between us.”

Nitin tried to calm her down but she screamed, “See how shameless you are. I have seen your photos and videos also. Now I know how important your meetings and seminars are. You are a fucking asshole.” She disconnected the phone.

Even in my wildest dreams, I could not think of soft-spoken Sneha using such language. She was just shivering with anger. She again took the mobile and I stood beside her and she flipped the pics. We got another video. Nitin was in full flow.

Being stripped in front of almost 500+ people and given a bath by the Russian girls. People cheering him and he was happily dancing and the other pics were with the massage girls. Sneha asked me, “This is why you did not want to call him! You knew about this.” I said, “I didn’t even know that he has gone there.”

She looked at me and said, “How disgusting Vinay. I still can’t believe all this.” I asked her to calm down and made her sit. It was a very difficult situation to be in. The girls in Nitin’s room looked bloody bootylicious and luscious. I envied his courage and luck.

But also felt bad for this current luck that he was caught by Sneha. She was fuming with anger. I kept my hands on her shoulder to calm her down. I told her, “Let him come. We will speak to him and sort out things. Do not go to his parent’s place. It will be a bigger disaster.”

She said, “ You are just trying to protect your bloody friend.” I said, “No, Sneha, don’t complicate this further. If you involve his parent’s they will be heartbroken. I would not advise that.” She retaliated, “What about me? Do you know how it feels to be in this position?”

I said “I agree. I am also feeling very bad and ashamed.” She said. “sitting with 2 nude prostitutes. Shit, it is just disgusting. Never expected this from Nitin.” I said, “For him, that is a way of entertainment and enjoyment. But it is really not at all correct.”

She said, “It’s so demeaning and insulting to me as a woman. I feel that I am not able to satisfy him physically so he is looking for happiness outside.” I said, “Why do you think like that?”

She said, “You said entertainment and enjoyment, Vinay. Which means I can also bloody sleep with anybody for my entertainment. Shit, just can’t believe it. All you fucking males are ass holes,” and she stormed out of my house. I held her hand to stop her but I could not. She asked me to leave her alone.

Whatever it was that needed to be done, we would have to do this as family friends.


To be contd....

[Blue Bull]

Part 2 (Husband Has No Regrets)

Sneha saw the pics and videos sent by her husband, Nitin, on my phone. He was fucking prostitutes and taking erotic massage in Bangkok. Sneha got upset and went back home. I called my wife and updated her and asked her to speak to Sneha. She would certainly listen to my wife.

I was completely taken back by her behavior towards me. I expressed it to my wife. It was in the heat of the moment I understood that. But I felt very bad. My wife called me later and told me that she has spoken to Sneha in length and she is ok now. She also informed that Sneha was also feeling bad for her behavior.

She would call me shortly. Sneha called me 2 times but I did not pick her call. She left a sorry message also but I did not reply. I left for the beach as I can’t find any better place to calm and refresh my mind when I am in this kind of situations.

I returned home little late to find Sneha sitting on the staircase waiting for me. She asked me, “Still angry, Vinay. I am really sorry.” I said, “That’s ok.” She told me, “I am feeling hungry. Shall we have dinner? Did not have lunch also. Did you have your lunch?”

I said, “Even I am starving.” She had changed to a single piece frock kind of dress yellow colored with floral prints. It was just up to her knees. She had no makeup but she looked radiant in the dim lights of the corridor lights. The dress was not revealing.

But very sexy outlining her bra marks and revealing her curves magnificently. We went to a nearby restaurant and ordered food. She looked at me and said, “I feel betrayed and let down. In full public view, he was stripped nude. And he was just enjoying it. Just can’t believe it,” and her voice started to choke.

She said, “Bloody with me he doesn’t have sex for weeks. And just look at him he is behaving like a sex-starved man sleeping with girls all the 3 times.” I never expected her to speak like this. It was new to me. I said, “ Sneha, even we don’t have sex regularly.”

She said, “Vinay, you have a child and that is one of the reasons.” I said, “Yes you are right. We are not as active as we used to be a few years back.” She said, “Once you have children it does not happen on your choice of time. You have to make out from the available time.”

This was the first time ever I saw her speak with so much clarity on this subject. I was loving it. She asked, “Do I lack something? Maybe physically I am not like what he expects. Being like those big curvy girls. Like the bitches who were sitting beside him.”

“Oh my god, still I can’t believe that he did not want to pick my phone and was with 2 girls for a threesome. Even in my wildest dreams, I could not see this coming. Just feel let down, Vinay,” she continued. I moved beside her and held her hands and calmed her down. I did not leave her hands and held them firmly.

She looked at me. What do I tell her I was wondering. I told her, “ You look beautiful and sexy Sneha. Also, physical appearance does not matter if a person knows how to enjoy and be happy with what is available.” She asked me, “Do you think I am sexy?”

I said, “Yes Sneha. You are beautiful and attractive. But maybe looking for sexual pleasure outside has become a habit for Nitin now.” Our dinner had come and we ate as we continued our intense discussion. I sat there beside her feeling her hot body, at every possible occasion placing my hands on her thighs and shoulders.

She did not mind or object to it. I was aroused intensely sitting beside her having this discussing. And at the same getting a feel of her hot body. She was hotter due to the anger raging in her and she looked more beautiful and sexy. I could not resist myself from having a glance of her boobs. They stood out in her dress.

I kept feeling her shoulders and it drove me crazy for her. She asked me to call again and check where Nitin was and reluctantly I called him again. She plugged 1 piece of the earphone and moved more close to me. The feel of her body heat stirred my dick. It raged to stand in its peak form living a very ugly bulge in my shorts. I looked down.

Her legs looked incredible as she sat with crossed legs. Her skirt had moved up little while she sat crossing her legs. My surge did not die down and it was quite embarrassing as she looked at it as I tried to adjust myself. Her facial expression changed as she saw my bulge. She behaved normal and looked at another side.

Nitin picked the phone and said, “Tell me, spymaster.” I got furious and was unhappy with the choice of his words. But I ignored and asked him, “Where are you? What are you doing?” He behaved as nothing had happened. He replied, “I don’t know when I am going to go for a foreign tour again. Courtesy, Vinay.”

“So I am making the best use to the available time. I am in Walking Street (Pattaya red light area). Just picked up my fuck for tonight.” I told him “ Nitin so much has happened. Still, you are not feeling bad.” Nitin replied, “Now go and tell this to Sneha again. I will reach the hotel and call you.”

He abruptly disconnected the call. He was unhappy and I felt humiliated. She looked at me. My anger clearly visible on my face. I was furious on Nitin and told Sneha, “I told you not to call him. He is an asshole.” She said, “I can’t believe it is Nitin and why is he behaving like a fucking scoundrel?”

I looked at her and she said, “I am really sorry Vinay. Don’t feel bad please,” and she firmed her hold on my hand. I had never been so close to Sneha. Maybe just a few hugs and handshakes once in a while. But this kind of closeness was very warm, sensual and tempting.

We headed back. I dropped her home and stood on the gate speaking. She asked “Coffee?” I said ok and as we stepped in her flat. She hugged me as soon as we entered. I tried to be good to her understanding her current emotions and kept my hands on her head. I felt very bad for her. She was such a nice lady.

I patted her back softly and she stayed in my arms not breaking the hug. I kept moving my hand on her back. I could feel her holding me more firmly. As I felt her in my arms. I realized my feelings towards her started to change from emotional to sensual. The nice smell of her hairs and body aroused me.

As I felt the heat of her body with my full senses every pore of my body was getting awakened in lust. I was getting turned on. Her open soft arms and the feel of her lovely soft boobs on my chest aroused me. My erection was at its prime. I tied to move away but she held me firmly not allowing me to move.

It was a very delicate situation. I was getting aroused and I wanted to move away. But I did not. I was liking her touch. The soft feeling of her skin. The hotness of her body. Her hold on my back. I wanted to feel more of her. I wanted to take those lovely melons in my hand and feel their softness.

I wanted to see how her nipples would be and I wanted to suck and pinch them. I wanted to squeeze her tight ass. I wanted her to hold my thick hot dick in her soft hands and play with it. I wanted to lick her pussy softly inch by inch and hear her moaning. I wanted to see her facial expressions when she was horny.

I wanted to squeeze her boobs. Lick her lips and hump her pussy tandem. I wanted to see her boobs jump when she would ride me. I wanted to pierce my burning dick deep in her restricted zone. I wanted her to shout my name when I would move my burning dick in and out of her throbbing pussy.

I wanted her to leave her scratch marks on my back when she ejaculated. All my desires, fantasy, and want of her were making me lose my morals. I controlled my desires as I knew I had to play cool and safe. If I try to rush I could spoil everything as things were already out of hand.

To be contd....

[Blue Bull]

Part 3 (Seducing Husband’s Buddy)

I was trying my best to calm Sneha down. But all my desires, fantasy, and want of her were making me lose my morals. I controlled my desires as I knew I had to play cool and safe. If I try to rush I could spoil everything as things were already out of hand.

I tried to keep my erection away from her. But the soft material of her dress and my nylon shorts were made up of very thin material. I was sure she was feeling my hot hardness. She moved her head from my chest and looked at me. She pushed her hairs back. I did not loosen the grip on her.

She looked in my eyes and rose on her toes to kiss on my cheeks. She had started breathing heavily. Her face was flush and red. My dick was almost at full length and very hard now. I did not expect the kiss coming but it was a surprise. I smiled and released my hold.

But she pushed back my hands and on her back and she again kissed me this time on my lips and she held me firmly. After the initial passiveness. I started to respond and kissed her back. For some time we just stood kissing each other. Then I wanted to place my hand on her boobs and squeeze them.

But I just resisted my feelings. With her arms in my neck, she asked me, “When did you have sex last time, Vinay?” I said, “1 week back.” She said. “I had almost 3 weeks back.” She kept looking in my eyes while speaking and asked, “So what do you say?” I said, “I don’t know.”

She said, “That fucker is having a fuck of his life. He has put a dagger in my heart and I want to put the dagger back in his soul.” I looked at her and thought so she wanted to use my dagger to settle her scores. I said. “I would be more than happy to satisfy you physically if that satisfies you mentally.”

She said, “It’s all about my satisfaction only now.” She moved 1 step closer to me and stood there. Her pussy just millimeters away from my raging dick. Her boobs touching my chest and her face closer than ever to my face. I behaved as if I did not want to pull her into this or compel her. I left it up to her.

She looked into my eyes and said, “It’s not one-sided. You know. I’ve wanted it for a long time. Sex has never been too exciting for me. No passion. No emotions just a one-way satisfaction.” I wanted to fuck her hard. But I kept my desires and feelings under control as you never know how things can change.

I did not want to miss such an opportunity. Her dress was very sexy. The Kajol-Madhuri type of late 90s dress. You know the single piece costume. A deep neck. Bare open arms. Just up to the knees. It’s easy, lovely and sexy without getting too exposed.

I released her from my hold and she moved little back. I told her, “Sneha. I don’t know. But something about this dress is making me crazy.”

“Yes. It’s one of my favorite dresses. Very nice easy to wear and remove also,” she teased me moving little back. Lifting it a little, she was flashing more of her lovely legs. I asked her, “Just wanted to know what’s under this dress? She said, “Good. I like your question.”

I pulled her by the waist and leaned into her and whispered, “Tell me what’s under that dress?” She smiled, “Why don’t you just see it for yourself, Vinay?” She replied in a seductive tone. I grabbed and pulled closer to me so she could feel me getting hard, “Did I tell you I have a hard in my shorts?”

She said, “You don’t have to tell me. You have been making me feel it.” Now, this was the point of no return. I wanted to fuck her hard and long. I wanted to do to her all that she could have never imagined. I wanted to explore every inch of her body. I wanted her to beg me to fuck her hard and for her life.

I did not want to miss this chance to pound and pleasure her to infinity. I adjusted my hips to make sure my dick press against her leg and to let its length cover the evidence of my thoughts. Sneha kissed me again fully, gently, sweetly on my lips. I responded and placed my lips on her.

She was stunned to feel my tongue licking her lips instantly. I pulled her and embraced her. Our tongues found each other and we kissed passionately. This time she was more responsive and warm. She was not tense anymore. She tried to take off my clothes and began helping me by hurriedly removing my t-shirt.

She pulled back and looked into my eyes. Like a young girl. Waiting to receive approval for her advance. She pulled me close and our tongues met together for a pure heavenly kiss. She waited slightly and her eyes shifted down at that moment. She moved her hand down to feel my hard dick.

She started to gently feel and caress my hard erection. I admired her looking down at my dick which was fully firm and erect in her fingers. It was responding at the full mast to her delicate sensual touch. The movement of up and down of her hand was driving me crazy.

Her slender fingers wrapped around the material of my shorts that now clung tightly to my fully erect dick. Our lips and tongues met in passion in a kiss that seemed would never end. The kiss finally broke and we embraced as both of us tried to catch our breath. My hands moving all over her back.

I lifted her dress and sneaked my hands to hold her soft ass and squeeze it. I pulled her closer towards me. “I can’t wait. Please fuck me, Vinay,” she whispered in a husky voice. Her lips were just centimeters from my ear. I felt her hot breathing against my neck as her lips began to nibble under my ear lobe.

Her fingers were doing its job on my dick and perhaps all the blood of my body had rushed into my penis. I raised her dress and she raised her hands. Her single piece dress lay on the floor. She pushed down my shorts and underwear. I pushed down the straps of her bra and kissed her shoulders and neck.

I moved my fingers down feeling her lovely hot soft boobs. Sneha looked at me again. “I want you to fuck me hard, Vinay,” she said. “I want you to touch me. Feel me all over, please. I can’t wait.” She pulled my hands to her chest and I felt those breasts I had admired for so long.

They were a proper fit in my hand. I felt them by pushing down her bra. She turned around and I unhooked her bra. As I pulled her bra from her body she looked down and tried to cover them with her hands. “Oh god,” she moaned as I pulled her and made her feel my dick on her panties.

Her breath caught with my touch and she kept moving her hands on my body. She leaned in and rose on her feet and gently kissed my earlobe again. “It feels so good,” I said with a somewhat husky and aroused voice. I wrapped my hand around her slender waist and pulled her towards my naked body.

Her tender, huge, soft breasts crushed against my chest as our lips met. We licked, kissed and chewed each other lips and tongues. Her soft breasts and firm erect nipples were feeling nice against my bare chest. I raised her face and kissed her on her lips, embracing her tightly.

The kissing turned very intimate and passionate. She was reciprocating with equal zeal and passion. Our lips parted and tongues met. Saliva mixed and the flow of dance of love and lust reached newer heights. I moved my hands between our hug and massaged her breasts.

I could feel her tongue lick and flick across my ear. She licked and played with my ear and she was a very skillful tongue player her soft licking was making me mad and again her hand moved back to my burning full sized dick. I moved down and kissed her lovely soft boobs and squeezed them gently.

I moved to her nipples. I started to suck her both nipples in turn, rolling my tongue and playing with them between my fingers. She moaned, “Ah, Vinay do it softly, please. Yes. Suck them in circles, please. Yes, I like that.” I obliged and kept rolling my tongue there.

She stood to enjoy the pleasure of her nipple licking. I moved my hands and explored the wonders of her amazing boobs. My hand didn’t stay quiet and my fingers moved to the elastic of her panties. I tried to push it down. My hands tried to work inside her waistband but I could not.

I had to sit down and pull her panties that held the most beautiful place of her body in its covers. Her dripping pussy looked like a fresh strawberry dessert. I wanted to taste it and top it up with my cream. I lifted her in my arms and she locked me in a tight embrace. She made me wait and switched on the ac.

I took her to the large sofa cum bed and made her sit in my lap. Her lovely melons stood in front of my mouth. She hugged me in her warm boobs and I kept feeling them with my lips. The cold ac air made her shiver when it hit the sensitive areas of her thighs.

I did nothing and pulled her slowly on my dick making her pussy feel the hotness to my burning dick. “Oh god. Yes, Vinay. Fuck me,” she moaned as she moved back on my lap to feel my raging dick with her bare hands for the first time. Her hands cupped my meatballs.

She moved her hand feeling my entire length of manhood. “Oh god. You have such a huge thing,” she said in my ear and moved her face to look me in my eyes. “I knew it would be big but never thought it would be so huge.” She smiled as she held my piece of meat in her soft delicate fingers.

I took her lovely boobs in my mouth and sucked them softly. I saw her face and there was a lovely smile. Teasing me with the idea that she had visualized this earlier. Guys remember this only you can’t have masturbation fantasies. “Well it is very big,” she said slowly, feeling and playing with my dick.

Her eyes fixed on it as if weighing up the pleasure of being pierced. “Yes indeed it is big and you are going to have a good time,” I said proudly. Any man would go the extra mile for a sexy woman who praises you for the sheer size of your dick. I pulled her closer to me making her pussy feel my dick.

I said, “I want you to moan loudly. I want you to be a bad girl with me. I want you to use bad words to me. I want you to tell me you’re coming. I want you to scream my name. I want you to come all over my dick, Sneha.” She replied, “Oh my god Vinay. You are such a fucking bastard. Fuck me like your whore.”

She looked at me and seductively said, “Do you like this?” I said, “Yes my dirty bitch.” We were on this big sofa, naked, in the middle of the night. I could only think of Sneha riding me hard and fast. There are clothes scattered all over. Her maxi, bra, and panties, my clothes. She was in my lap, nude, hot and thirsty.

And I was here to satisfy this beautiful lady, whose husband did not cherish her.

To be contd....

[Blue Bull]

Part 4 (Fucked Husband’s Best Friend)

We were on this big sofa, naked, in the middle of the night. I could only think of Sneha riding me hard and fast. There are clothes scattered all over. Her maxi, bra, and panties, my clothes. She was in my lap, nude, hot and thirsty. And I was here to satisfy this beautiful lady, whose husband did not cherish her.

She moved closer to me. Moving her hands softly in my hairs and grinding her lovely pussy against me. I closed my eyes and rested my head back in the sheer bliss of pleasure she was giving me by moving her lovely ass there. I was breathing very heavy.

I kept feeling and playing with her boobs punching them back and forth with my fingers and squeezing them. My fingers squeezing her nipples and twisting them. With every minute passing that delicious sensation rose stronger and stronger inside both of us. I took her boobs in my hands and squeezed them.

They were so hot and soft. One lick would never be enough and I licked them a few more times and her lovely nipples protruded out and I rolled my tongue and started to lick her nipples. They had turned pink and hard. She stopped moving her ass and her hands played with my hair.

I said, “I would like to lick and eat your strawberry pie,” She said. “ yes it’s waiting for your tongue. Lick it. Suck it. Fuck it. It is all yours, my fucker.” I pulled her closer and kissed her neck and lips again. I moved down and kissed her boobs and made her lie.

I kept kissing her boobs and moved down and she spread her legs and relaxed. I moved down to her navel and then to her pussy and placed my fingers on her pussy and started to circle it. She had turned very hotly and mad with desire. She raised her hips and pressed them to my hand.

While rolling my fingers I slept beside her. We now lay side by side. I kept rubbing her pussy and playing with her pussy. She looked towards me she held my finger and pushed it in little deeper in her pussy and placed it on my lips. I licked her finger and slowly moved down.

She said, “Lick my pussy, Vinay. I can’t wait.”  She pushed me down and opened herself for me. I moved my tongue in circles around her outer pussy lips and she started to moan. Her body twitched with the sheer sensation of the flicks that I was giving her.

I rolled my tongue on her outer lips and she moaned. I kept licking her outer lips and side walls. Then I flicked my tongue on her pussy crack and she moaned. I flicked again and she raised herself moaning, “Yes Vinay. Don’t stop please.” I kept playing there softly tantalizing her pussy with my tongue.

She gently pushed my head. I slipped my tongue deep into the folds of her pussy. My tongue made its way deep between her burning walls my nose rested firmly against her clitoris. My mouth was feeling her warm hot juices. I moved my tongue deeper. I swirled it through her wetness, licking every fold deep inside.

I slowly moved my tongue to the outer and circled her pussy lips with my dripping tongue. I slid my lip up and down over her clitoris. I increased the speed and started to lick alternatively. Fierce licking between the hot burning walls and pulling out to the delicate licking of her outer clit.

She screamed in pleasure. She could not in control and was reaching new heights of sexual ecstasy. She moved her head from side to side. Holding my head and with a hand on her mouth, she raised her boobs. They heaved in desperate attempts as she started to moan in loud screams.

That was the pleasure that I wanted to give her making her mad in pleasure and demand more from me. I did not want this to be a onetime affair with her. My licking was now more forceful and deeper. I sensed that she could not hold her release. My face was being drenched and covered in her juices and the wetness.

Pushing her pussy lips to my mouth. She begged me to lick her faster. How could I say no? I obliged and licked her tender spot. Sucking away as I went along. The more I sucked. The harder her clit became. I carried on until she screamed, “Fuck. Ahh, Vinay!”

That’s when I increased the speed and burrowed my mouth into her wet spot. She leaked her juices as she shuddered and finally begged me to stop. I could sense that Sneha had reached that point of no return. Her breathing turned very heavy and moaning loud. I began to lick and flick her pussy faster.

Her body twitching and pussy was desperately aching now under her imminent release. She moaned loud as I moved my tongue in circles on her pussy. She was about to explode in orgasmic ecstasy. She had reached her pinnacle of sexual enjoyment.

I could hear her crying out and felt an enormous release race through her body as her legs were trembling. She arched her back. Trying to pull away from the intensity. But I held her legs firmly and licked her vigorously. She splashed fountains of juices on my face in a forceful ejaculation.

As the force of release subsided. She opened her eyes and looked at me in utter disbelief. To her embarrassment, I said, “Your strawberry pie is so delicious.” She closed my eyes with her hands and said, “It’s all yours Vinay.” I moved her hands aside and said, “I would like it to be my every night dessert.”

She did not speak a word and buried her face in my chest and hugged me tightly. My hard dick saddled firmly on her wet hot pussy. We lay there on the bed for some time. I pulled her to the edge of our bed and she wrapped her legs around my waist.

She said, “Vinay. I want to feel every inch you inside me.” I wanted her to remember this fuck for long. I told her, “Yes my bitch you will get my every inch deep inside you.” This excited her and she started to kiss me aggressively. My lips found her lips again and I crushed them.

My tongue opened her mouth and pushed its way inside. My hot, wet and powerful kissing and licking made her melt. She tried to wrestle with her own burning passion. She got lost in my tight embrace of her body heaving with desire as I took over her with all my sensual passion.

She hugged me tight and pressed her against me. Feeling my burning dick against her pussy it aroused me deeper. Neither of us held back. We both knew what the other wanted now and we weren’t going to wait for any more for it. This made me crazy.

I started to pinch her nipples and wildly suck and bite her soft boobs. She got some love marks on her boobs and she moaned, “Vinay, you bastard, slow, it hurts.” I rushed to the refrigerator and picked 2 ice cubes and started to move them on her navel. She moaned as it left great.

She was getting restless and out of control as I moved the ice cube and kept sucking her whole body. I kept kissing her all over with little drops of chilled water. I moved to her navel and placed an ice cube on her belly and started to lick her. She was enjoying this madly and also to the fullest.

I kept moving the ice cubes licking the ice water from her belly. I moved to squeeze her boobs which were firm now and her nipples stood erect. I rolled an ice cube on her lovely lumps of flesh and licked her. It drove her mad and I started licking the whole area. As I rolled it on her erect nipples she screamed, “Fuck me now.”

She pushed me down to her pussy. But I spared her pussy making her plead with me to play with it. She was getting out of control with every minute passing. Purposely I did not go down to quench the thirst of her throbbing pussy. I just kept dripping the water and licked her all over except her pussy.

As the water moved down I would lick it. Make her starve and struggle. I moved down and slowly sensually started to kiss and caress her thighs. I rushed again to get a few ice cubes and took one in my mouth. I placed it on her lovely thighs moving it up and down on her sexy legs. She was moaning and asking me to lick her pussy.

But I waited to make it get achingly desperate for my touch and feel. Then I wanted to butcher it my with dick and mouth by a rough hard ride. She could not hold it anymore. She forcefully moved my hand to her pussy which was already flowing with her juices.

I started to lick her barren thirsty pussy and she moaned. I rolled the small piece of an ice cube on her pussy and she rocked in ecstasy and pleasure. I started to lick her hard and deep pushing the ice cube inside her pussy and sucking the dripping water. She moaned as if she was in a different world.

She begged me to fuck her. “Vinay please fuck me. Please put your tool inside me. I can’t hold it please.” I gripped her legs tightly and started to lick her aggressively and moved my hands to squeeze her boobs. I played and tantalized her clit and rubbed it with the leftover ice cube.

She started to buckle under the pressure of her inevitable release. She could not hold and she released another huge load of juices. They oozed out of her throbbing pussy. Now I desperately wanted my cock to fit it firm in her burning love hole. This time she got on top me started kissing me from top to bottom.

She moved down to be face to face with my 8-inch cock fully erect. She said it was the first time she was seeing this monster size cock in her real life. She started playing with my cock and said, “Now it’s my turn.” She dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock in lovely warm mouth.

She held my dick firmly and moved her lips up and down. Forward and backward feeling my entire length with her lovely warm mouth. She stopped looking at me and licked my balls. And twirled her lips around my cock head. I felt the sensations run in my veins to my dick.

She sensed the swelling of my dick in her mouth. I pushed her head downwards and thrust my cock more forcefully in her mouth. She was breathing with difficulty as the size of my massive dick took her breath away. She was looking at my face as she tried to engulf it in her mouth.

But I felt a little sorry that she wasn’t going to be able to get the whole thing down her throat. I had made her delightfully cum 2 times. She was desperately trying her best to give me the best pleasure. She pulled out and looked at me and took a deep breath.

Her hands gently moved to caress the shaft of my dick as she moved to lick the pre-cum off the tip. She moved her tongue sliding it up and down and around my dick smoothly. And slowly building my sensations. I started to moan in anticipation of my build up. She could sense my pleasure.

She instantly began to shake and pump my dick up and down in gently speed. She kept licking and massaging my meatballs. I was loving the pleasure and started to moan, “ Yes Sneha. Yes oh god. Suck it faster my bitch I can’t hold it. Oh god. Yes. Uff. Sneha fast.” I begged her.

She loved my moans and looked at me with a wicked smile. I moved my hands to the back of her head. I started to force her head further and further as I pushed my dick deeper into her throat. She was almost gagging and choking on my dick as her soft hands played with my meatballs.

She pushed my cock out of her mouth. Her warm tongue moved furiously on my piece of meat increasing the intensity of her sucking. As my breathing increased and my body firmed she increased her speed. In no time I felt my body ache in pleasure and she took my dick almost down her throat.

My huge dick released a huge amount of cum with incredible force. With my cock still in her mouth. It overflowed down to her chin. She kept her soft sucking on my dick squeezing every single drop of my hot juice in her mouth. When I pulled out from her mouth she cleaned her chin.

She looked at me with immense satisfaction. She slept beside me and looked at my face and said, “This is the longest sex I ever had.” I said, “ We are not yet done.” She said, “I am ready for it. Anything that you want to do. I am all yours,” and she hugged me.

My dick had tuned limp due to the intense blow job. She looked down at my dick and smiled. She moved her hands to feel it. She moved her lips on my mouth kissing me with a lot more intensity and passion. My dick started to spring back in action. I pulled her into me feasting on her boobs like a hungry man.

In no time my dick was firm and hard again to ride her lovely pussy. I squeezed her boobs hard and twisted her nipples. I looked in her eyes. She moved her eyes and head back. She enjoyed the pleasure of a man feasting on her breasts and that of the cock firming up and feeling it on her pussy.

“Vinay, yes. Please fuck me now,” she said with her eyes burning. She moved up and rested on the pillow and slept spreading herself there. I held her by her hips and spread her legs a little wider. I moved on top of her and rubbed the head of my big dick along the small slick opening of her pussy.

I kept rolling and rubbing my dick there making her moan. I held her there and spread-eagled on the bed. I pushed up to her stomach and held her boobs. I moved my dick there between those lovely pair of melons. She looked at me and said, “I love tit fuck and here is your surprise.”

She squeezed and pressed both her melons making it little difficult for my dick to move between her boobs. As I forced it up to her neck she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of my dick. With my every move between her hot boobs, she kept licking my dick.

After some good tit fuck and dick licking, I moved down. I held her by her waist and bent down in front of her open legs. I played with her pussy. My tongue licking again all over her pussy and clit and in and out of her pussy walls. Before she could understand I pushed my dick and in a single hard jerk inserted in her pussy.

Sneha was completely surprised. The feeling of her pussy skin being ripped apart deep inside her surprised her. She screamed, “Vinay. Fuck you bastard.” She started gasping as I took her in a single hard insertion. I waited for her to relax and looked around. Her dress was on the floor.

She was nude around my waist. Here pussy is torn by my hard dick. Her breasts squeezed out. Her hairs tangled. Her makeup spoilt due to the sweating and blowjob. My 8” thick hard dick firmly inserted in her love hole. She moaned as I entered her wet pussy deeper.

I was teasing her as I inserted only ¾ of my dick. I slowly pulled it back. She looked at my face in anticipation and curiosity. She held me tightly to brace herself for the insertion of my entire hard meat deep inside her. I looked at her face as I forced my dick again in her burning pussy.

She opened her legs wider to allow me to drive deep inside her. I pressed it hard in her pussy her mouth opened wider. She relished in the penetration pleasure and pain. I pushed it all the way deep inside her and stayed there for a few seconds. She moaned.

As I pushed deep to the hilt in her pussy she released me. I moved my dick in and out a few times slowly and she got used to me inside her. She said, “Do it fast please.” I began to slowly move my cock in and out of Sneha. But she was in no mood for a slow-motion screw.

“Fuck me harder! Fuck your whore hard. Right there baby. Tear my pussy Vinay.” I love it when its talk dirty. I began thrusting her fast and deep. She angled her hips so that my cock was right on top of her clit. I pulled out my dick and rubbed it again on her outer pussy lips.

She looked up at me and begged. My hands cupped her breasts and squeezed them hard. I screamed at her, “You like to get fucked hard, my dirty girl, take this now.” I rammed my pussy again in her in a hard insertion and started to drill her with a lot more intensity.

She started enjoying the feel of that huge hard lump that kept digging her pussy deeper and harder. My hands and fingers moved down her boobs massaging and squeezing them. She had kept her lips and mouth calm. But my deep hard thrusts broke her and she whimpered in pleasure.

I held her hands tightly against the bed as I furiously fucked her dripping pussy. She screamed. She was mine and I was hers. This was our first fuck of the night. Her body buckled in pleasure and her first orgasm broke out. She cried and I relaxed for a minute for her to recover.

I sat on the bed made her sit on my lap. She moved up and held my dick. She placed it on her pussy and in a single jerk took it deep inside her. She started bouncing up and down on my cock. Her ass clapping up against my thighs. I rocked back my hips to match the rhythm of her.

She moaned louder. She could feel my throbbing cock growing harder deep inside her. She kept humping with her lovely melons bouncing. I held them to caress and feel them. Sneha looked deeper in my eyes. I could see happiness and a spark in them as she kept riding my dick.

Both of us started breathing heavier. I started to punch her hard from below. She increased the speed on her riding. My hands continued to explore all over her body. I stopped her as I could feel my climax nearing. I pushed her back to the bed on her face. I pulled her back from the behind raising her ass and spread her legs.

She held my dick and guided it. I made in a single hard push entry from behind. Sneha turned back to look at me. I pulled her hands and punched hard strokes deep in her. Delighted by the intense pleasure she collapsed. I was also carried away being able to hold for so long.

I started to fuck her even harder and faster than I had never before. Sneha was happily taking it all. She was awestruck by the waves of intense pleasure and pain that were flooding through her as I penetrated deeper into her. “Vinay, I have never been fucked like this.” She lost it all as I reached my final climax.

As I began to pound her for one final time I pounded her furiously. My huge dick was now reaching the deepest parts of Sneha. She experienced my hardness all the way deep inside her. She kept coming again and again. So many times that I lost count and kept on going.

I pulled her back on the bed and made her sleep. I kissed her pierced my dick again and started to drill her. I kept my thrusts on her pussy with reckless, animal thrusts. I could feel my inner muscles strain and firm up and looking at my imminent release. She held me tight as my intensity increased.

I wanted to pull out and cum on her. But she said, “Cum deep inside me. I am on loop.” She moaned as we released our juices in tandem. The climax was exactly what I wanted. She screamed as she relaxed her back. I kept my dick inside her for a few minutes and then pulled out.

She used my t-shirt to clean herself and my dick. I looked at her as she was immensely happy and satisfied. I was proud of my work. She looked up at me with a look that I’d never seen in a woman before. I moved closer to her and asked her is this one time fuck or I am entitled to more.

She said, “Whenever we wish we will do it. No more emotions. It’s only about my enjoyment and entertainment now,” and she locked me in a deep kiss again.

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[Blue Bull]

Lockdown with my SIL

(This tale is about a brother-in-law and his SIL locked together during the lockdown. Will they fall for each other? Or will they ignore their feelings?)

By: shadow.lover

Hello everyone. Please do not proceed if you want to experience sex from the first line. I believe that the sequence of events that result in two people having sex is the most erotic if described in the right way.

A brief intro about my family. Dad, Mom, Me and my elder brother. Dad is a businessman and used to travel a lot. Mom is a homemaker. My brother works in an IT firm. I followed in his footsteps and ended up in an IT job. We are from the southern part of India.

My brother moved to Bangalore a few years back for his job. Eventually, when I finished my collegeing and was looking for colleges, I got an option to move to Bangalore. Since my brother was already there, I was happy to move. My parents were in our hometown.

For almost 3 years, my brother and I stayed together. We didn’t have any restrictions or anyone to control us. We used to roam at night, attend parties, go on long drives, and have a lot of fun. He even used to bring his girlfriend home during weekends. I kept it a secret from my parents.

He was good with girls. On the other hand, I never had a girlfriend till now. I have seen them kissing and cuddling. Probably he would have had sex with her. At least they didn’t do it when I was around. After a year or so, his girlfriend’s parents wanted to get her married.

But they didn’t like my brother and our family. She left him as she didn’t want to marry him against their wishes. My brother was heartbroken. A couple of years passed, eventually, my parents found a match for my brother, and he got married.

But then he didn’t love his wife like he did his girlfriend. Or at least that is what it felt like to me. I have never seen them romance as he did with his ex-gf in front of me. Or maybe that’s how married people are, confined to boundaries, who knows!

My SIL is a sweet, caring, homely and understanding person. She works as an HR. She is a bit short, shorter than me, at least I am 5.8, and has a wonderful smile.

Once they got married, I moved out and found a small flat. I used to visit them on alternate weekends. Staying alone, I channeled my inner chef. To did cook some amazing dishes. I mastered cooking mutton biryani. When I visit my brother and SIL, I cook and impress them with my culinary skills.

Within a few months of their marriage, my brother got an onsite opportunity, leaving for the USA. He would settle down in a few months, and my SIL will also travel. For a few months, my SIL had to stay alone. I used to visit her on weekends.

When you plan something, life will plan something else for you. It was 2020 March, and there were rumors about an emergency lockdown. No one took it seriously initially since we have never seen anything like this before.

My brother is in the USA. My parents are in our hometown, some 800 km away. My SIL and I were stuck in Bangalore in two different places. Within a few days, the government declared nationwide lockdown. We didn’t know how long this lockdown was going to last.

After discussing with my parents and my SIL, my brother insisted that both (me and my SIL) stay at his home until this is all over. I was okay with this because I could take care of my SIL, and we shared a good relationship

So, we had a day to prepare and buy all the essential items. I left from office early that day. I picked up my SIL. We went grocery shopping and bought what we thought was enough to survive for a few weeks.

I never imagined that my life would change in a few months. So, the first day of lockdown began.

Day1.
It was the first day after lockdown. I consider myself an early riser. I woke up at 6 AM and usually went for a jog. But remember! Lockdown! We live on the 24th floor. I had no other option but to do my early morning workout session inside our home.

All I did was pack a pair of dumbbells and a pull-up bar. I started my workout and ended it after 2 hours by 8 AM. On the other hand, My SIL goes to bed late and usually wakes up at 9 or 10 AM. So, I decided to have a quick bath and cook breakfast.

Eventually, she woke up at 9 AM and came out of her room. I asked her to freshen up and come to have breakfast. She was shocked that I had prepared our breakfast and asked me when I woke up and stuff. We had our breakfast, and I went to my room (the guest room) to start my work for that day.

Later, I volunteered to cook lunch, and she helped me cut veggies, and I prepared lunch. I had visited my brother and SIL quite a few times. But it was weird with just the both of us confined in a concrete jungle, for God only knows how long. A few days passed, and things weren’t getting any better.

Day 5.
It was already Friday. My usual routine on the weekend would be to buy booze and drink till I sleep off. Then continue this the next day. My SIL knows that I drink. It was around 8 PM, and I was too bored. I asked my SIL if she would mind if I had a few drinks.

She said, “No issues, da, think of this as your place.” I took a bottle of vodka. I haven’t told you my SIL’s name till now, right? It is Janaki. My brother and people close to her used to call her Janu. I call her di.

So, she sat with me, and we were browsing through OTT content as to what to watch. We started talking about random stuff. I was into my third round. She said she wanted to try drinking, but my brother never allowed her. During her college days, she tasted beer and didn’t like it because it was bitter.

I told her that she could try and I won’t tell my brother. Since it was her first time, I made her a screwdriver (Orange Tropicana juice + vodka). So, we both started sipping on our drinks and talking random stuff. After a drink, since it was her first time, she felt a bit tipsy and started to open up a little.

Our chat moved from strict BIL/SIL to friends’ kind of chat. We chatted till midnight, and I had no idea how the time flew. I never thought she was this fun. And I also thought that this drinking idea was a one-time deal. But life again proved that it had planned something else for the both of us.

End of almost a month in lockdown, and it’s just another Friday:

There were no updates as to when the lockdown would be lifted. We were binge-watching and having our weekend fun with some booze. She asked me if she was becoming fat, which surprised me. I had never measured her. I mean, not even with my eyes.

I said I don’t know. She stood up in front of me like a model with her hands on her hips. She asked me if she was looking fat. My eyes started to scan her. She was wearing a pink t-shirt and a track. Her t-shirt hugged her shape, and her track pant was a bit loose.

For the first time, I felt something different when seeing her. I knew it was wrong, and I took my eyes away from her. She was a bit drunk and asked me again if she had become fat. I said, “Yeah, you have put a little bit of weight but not too much.”

She held her tummy in her hands. She didn’t have a big tummy but a small amount of fat enough to hold with her fingers. She said that I was lying and she had put on a lot of weight. She also said it’s my Biryani that is making her fat. I laughed at her comments.

She sat down, and after a few minutes, she said, “Probably I should start working out with you.” I thought she was saying all this because she is drunk and didn’t take it seriously. Then we were chatting about other random stuff. We both had a good time, or at least I did.

Next Monday:
To my surprise, on Monday morning, when I woke up at 6 AM, she was there waiting for me in a t-shirt and a legging. I was shocked to see her up so early. Maybe she wasn’t that drunk the other day when she said he wanted to work out.

I have never been a trainer for anyone before. She is asking me to train her and make her lose some kilos or reduce the fat in some places. We started with some warm-ups, and then I started doing my pushups. She stood there watching me for some time.

Now it’s her turn. She tried to do a pushup and fell to the floor miserably. I started laughing and told her that it had happened to everyone the first time. My trainer used a towel to support me when I started. She said, “Okay, let’s do it,” and threw her towel in my face.

That’s the first time I smelled her or at least her towel. I don’t know what girls do with their dresses or towels. It just smells so good. If you don’t believe me, try to smell a guy’s towel. It’s probably not going to stink, but it’s not going to smell anything good, that’s for sure.

Her towel smelled so nice. She called my name, broke me from my trance, and asked if we would do it or stand there staring. I asked her to stand in a pushup position put the towel around her mid-section. I held it in my hand and asked her to try now.

When she went down, I asked her to push up with all her strength, and I will help her the rest of the way. She was so happy that she completed one pushup, and we did a few more reps. Later we moved to my pull-up bar. I did some 30 pull-ups, and she was standing there and watching me all that time.

Now it’s her turn, and I was so sure she won’t be able to do one full pull-up since it’s her first time. Like I had predicted, she failed. She was looking at me to come up with an idea to help her. I asked her to hang in the pull-up bar and bend her knees a little and cross her legs too.

She was shit scared that she would fall. I assured her I wouldn’t let that happen. I stood in front of her, and then it hit me. I have to hold her hips to support her. I didn’t think of this or plan any of this till now. Maybe it’s totally fine to touch someone when you help them work out in the western world.

But the way I was raised, it’s all taboo. You don’t touch your SIL, let alone hold her hips. I stood there doing nothing with all these thoughts in my head. She asked me if we were going to stand there all day. I tried to act professionally as a trainer, holding her by her hips.

The whole world slowed down around me. This is the first time I am touching a girl. The first part that I touched was her hips. Her t-shirt had risen above a bit since she was hanging, and her hips were exposed a little. My pinky finger was in contact with her bare skin.

I am sure she would have felt my warm hands in her hips but didn’t mind or do anything about it. She was so soft to the touch. Her smell, along with her sweat, was intoxicating. I instructed her to and that I would support her in the whole process.

She must be around 55kgs or so, around 5ft. When she pulled up, her breasts crossed my eye level. As she rose higher, now her stomach was at my eye level. She had worn her legging a bit higher, I guess. It covered her belly button completely. I could see a small portion of her stomach.

I was getting horny. She said one more and tried to pull up. I had to move closer to her and hold her to support her weight. I could sniff her more now, and she smelled so damn good. With all these workouts, she was sweating. Her t-shirt was hugging her.

I could see the outline of her bra, where it started and where it ended on her rib section. Her nipples were partially hard, poking a little bit. I started to get a boner and wondered if she felt the same way that I did. I told her that was enough for day one and left for my room.

I had a shower, and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. This incident changed the way I looked at her. I started to stroke my dick thinking of her sweaty t-shirt, her smell, her bra outline. The way her t-shirt was hugging her body drenched in sweat.

Her partially hard nipples were poking just a little bit. The feeling of my fingers touching her bare and soft skin, I can’t get it out of my mind. Within a few minutes, I came so hard, and then the guilt hit me. What am I even doing? She is my sister-in-law, which can spoil our whole relationship.

Tuesday:
The next day she was there again at sharp 6 AM. She wore another t-shirt which was a bit loose today, and a legging. So many thoughts were there in my mind. Is she wearing it loose because she didn’t want me to touch her bare skin?

We did the same set of workouts that day. I had to help her with her pushups and pull-ups. I couldn’t handle the way she smelled. It was so nice and intoxicating. The loose t-shirt was clinging to her body, outlining her shape. I can see her bra today.

Since her t-shirt was loose and longer, I couldn’t see her skin during pull-ups. I was disappointed. But once drenched in sweat, her bra outline was visible, and I could exactly pinpoint where her nipples were. My mind was playing cat and mouse with me.

Thoughts, a lot of thoughts started to rush into my head. I wanted to suck her nipples over her dress. The feeling was arousing. But I was also shit scared of what she will think of me or what would happen to our relationship if she found out all this or told my brother.

Once we were done with our workout, I went to the shower and masturbated, thinking about her. I came so hard. I knew if we were going to do this workout every day, I would end up masturbating in my shower every day. I was wondering if she felt even half of what I was feeling.

Of course, she won’t. Why would she? She is married to someone else. It was a different feeling for me. I loved being around her, and I wanted it never to stop. I wanted the lockdown to be extended forever. I knew all this was wrong, but the guilt was reducing day by day, and my feeling for her was taking over.

Thursday:
So, it was Thursday, and it was my cardio day. She was all set for doing pushups. But I told her no pushups today. We are going to do something different. With her puppy eyes staring at me, she was eagerly waiting for me to show her what was next.

“We will stand facing each other so that you can copy and follow what I am doing.” I also showed her a sample of all the workouts we will do in this 45-minute session. I also told her not to worry if she could not complete each workout.

The goal is to do whatever she can for how many reps she is comfortable with. Then I hit the timer on. She was trying hard to keep up. The third exercise was jumping jacks. I could see her breasts bouncing inside her t-shirt. The bra she was wearing didn’t do a good job holding those beauties in place.

She had average size boobs guess she didn’t have a sports bra. Why would she even have a sports bra? She has never done any workout in her entire life or gone to the gym ever. I was distracted, and my eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.

She stopped doing her workout, saying she couldn’t keep up and fell to the floor. I smiled at her, assured her that it was okay, and continued doing my workout. She sat there trying to catch her breath and watched me throughout.

I wondered if she stopped cause she couldn’t keep up or if she caught me staring at her bouncing breasts?

Friday:
So, it’s Friday again, and it’s drinking day. We both settled in front of the TV with drinks in our hands. We started to chat and binge-watching our favorite series. After an hour, she told me her legs were aching from the workout. I assured her that it was normal and would reduce in another couple of days.

But a massage or a hot shower would help. I was eagerly waiting for her to choose massage so that I could feel her up without getting caught. Instead, she said, “No, da, I am too lazy and a bit drunk to take a bath now.” I couldn’t wait and said I didn’t mind giving her a massage.

Her eyes were glued to the tv, and she just said OKAY. I was surprised that she agreed. The hard part in any relationship is knowing what the other person is thinking. I didn’t know what she was thinking. She had no clue how I think about her or that I masturbate thinking about her these days.

We were sitting on the floor near our living room. I caught her leg and dragged her closer. She laughed and asked if I was showing off my strength by pulling her. I kept her right leg resting on my lap. Her left leg was folded, and she was sitting closer to me, sipping her drink.

I touched her feet. This is the first time I am touching a girl’s feet. She had kept her nails painted with green nail polish, and it looked good on her. I massaged her feet and told her to stop me if the pressure was too much or hurt. I wanted to kiss her feet.

My mind was already playing a movie in my head where I was kissing her feet. While I was massaging her feet, I told her bras are designed for workouts, and we would get it once the lockdown is lifted. I have no idea why I said that as if she doesn’t know that sports bras existed.

I cursed myself for saying it. ‘Mmmm,’ was all she could mutter. Now she knows I was staring at her breasts a day back while doing her jumping jacks. Why would I even make that comment!? Maybe I was a bit drunk, or maybe she is drunk too and wouldn’t mind or take it easy.

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[Blue Bull]

Craving For Sister In Law

(I craved to fuck my sister-in-law. But this was a forbidden fruit for me. So, I just imagined I was fucking her when I fucked my wife. Read what I did.)

By: radhakrishnan

Hi all. This is a real story. I decided to write in short parts. I had sex with quite a few women by now. I am 26 and just married. Even today sex excites me more than anything. Of all the people I had sex with, this one excites me the most. Because it was more passionate and fulfilling.

It was with my sister-in-law and the more special reason being I may not be able to have this forbidden fruit again. I got married this year and one thing I noticed was my sister-in-law was way hotter than my wife. She was milky white, had fat in the right places (extremely fit physique) and pretty.

She had large lips that made her sexier. Her name is Sankari. Most times when I fuck my wife I imagine my sister-in-law and repeat her name in my mind. Now my marriage was a love marriage that turned into an arranged marriage. I know its crazy because I feel I really love my wife.

I have sex with another woman but my heart is always with my wife. It is just that she doesn’t understand my drive for sex even from my college days. I almost ask for sex everyday and she says no. I respect her so I don’t force. Instead, I just look for other options to quench my thirst.

My sister-in-law knew me even before, right from college. But the thing is, I have always seen her as a young kid until my marriage. Now before the day of engagement, she was texting me. She said she’s all excited and ready for the big day. I asked her if she invited her friends.

We had a casual chat and this is how it went.

Sankari: So you are going to give me space in your life?
Me: What?
Sankari: I meant, we are family right?

Me: Yea, your sister and I will always care for you. I am just worried all your family members might not like me.
Sankari: Why?

Me: Well, I am not fair, I am dusky. Not sure if everyone would like me
Sankari: Trust me you look handsome
Me: Ok it’s late. Get some sleep. Good night
Sankari: Good night.

Now, this chat turned me on for several reasons. But the main reason of all, she asked me if I was gonna give her space. What space was she talking about? I mean, ok, let’s assume it might sound dirty from a guy’s perspective. This instance, a small seed was put in my mind towards a dirty mindset with my sister-in-law.

The next day, she wore a beautiful red and blue saree. I was so shocked to see her. She has slimmed down so much. She came towards and shook hands. This is when I realized she has turned so much hotter and beautiful than she used to be.

She had free hair, good makeup, some bright lipsticks. God, I wanted a blow job from that big strawberry lips. She turned me on right away. Thinking about last night’s conversations, I was staring at her mad and crazy. I felt so bad, I was staring at my sister-in-law more than my wife. I tried to control.

Then a couple of weeks later, I got married. I didn’t talk with her in the meantime. On the day of my marriage, I went to my wife’s home for the first night. I was excited. I hadn’t masturbated the entire week and was saving up for my wife. My mother in law told me to go upstairs.

My wife told me she will join in a while. I went above. I wanted to refresh. I was tired because of the day. I washed and came back to the room. My sister-in-law was arranging the sweets on the table. She was in this nice saree, pink and cream(Same as my wife).

All the women agreed to buy a common color saree for the function. Now I knew it was my sister-in-law but I wanted to feel her. I decided I could lie I thought it was my wife and the room didn’t have enough light. So I went ahead and touched her bare hip and started molesting her from behind.

Now before she reacted, I got a very firm grip and started pressing her boobs over her blouse. On one side, her saree started slipping and I could see her cleavage while I was kissing on her neck. My god, her aroma was driving me crazy.

I placed my dick on her ass and pushed her to the door and started humping on her. She could not react due to the force suddenly. When I started to put my hands inside her saree and petticoat to reach for her panty, she shouted, “I am Sankari.”

I acted and I apologized and told her sorry several times. I lied saying I thought it was her sister due to the color of the saree. I begged her not to tell anyone. She said it is ok and she should not have been here. After a while, my wife came.

As soon as she entered the room, I turned her around, pushed her on the wall and felt her the same way I touched my sister-in-law. I removed her saree. She was only in her blouse and petticoat. I told her to kneel, she removed my pants. My dick was so hard.

She started kissing me over my briefs. She said, “En ivlo avasaram?” (Why so quick?)In no time, I went inside her mouth and started moving. She was sucking me up very well. I have had sex with my wife even before marriage. But today imagining my sister-in-law while touching her was so different.

I was so mad. She started kissing the entire length of my dick and also my balls. I felt her tongue feel my dick rolling over it. I pulled my dick out, stripped her petticoat and panty. She was only wearing a blouse. I entered and fucked her with all my desire thinking about Sankari.

I kissed her in the neck and remembered my sister-in-law’s aroma and kept repeating her name in my mind. My wife’s hand moved to my ass. She pulled me towards her and said, “Fast ah panu.” (Fuck me faster). My dick feeling the tight walls of my wife’s pussy.

I imagined how it would be if Sankari’s lips gripped my dick like that. I started feeling precum and started to fuck her faster. In no time I came and ejaculated inside my wife. It felt so satisfying. I was tired, lost my energy and slow. I moved to my wife’s stomach and lay down for a while.

Once I regained my energy, I licked her pussy and fingered her like hell. She told me to insert 2 fingers. I thought inside my mind, “You dirty bitch,” and finger fucked her. As I lay down after all the sex, I was filled up with thoughts,
how it would feel to enter and fuck my sister-in-law.

My wife noticed my dick getting harder and asked, “What’s gotten into you today?”

Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

So, I was thinking about the last incident with my sister-in-law (SIL) for many days. I was turning horny by seeing her in my marriage pics and her WhatsApp status. I started touching my wife whenever she was on the phone with her sister. I listened to her voice and started feeling my wife.

It was driving me crazy. I got an offer to relocate. I accepted because my SIL was in a relationship. And she used to travel frequently to this city to meet her boyfriend. I was excited and was looking forward as I could be near her. My wife told her sister that we were moving and my SIL got excited.

She started saying that she would stay with us whenever she comes to visit her boyfriend. I was happy when I heard this. I started texting her often. She told me she was in a plan to tell about her love life to her parents. They were looking for an alliance seriously.

She was fed up with the guys they suggested to her. She was so gorgeous and her parents did not consider her expectations. She was complaining about her parents and we got closer. I wanted to ask her about how she felt when I touched her. I was not getting the right time. Finally, I relocated for work.

We had a house warming ceremony in the new city. She also came for the function. She came on a bus and my wife told me to pick her up from the bus stop. I went on my bike. I saw her. She was tired but still pretty and hot. Her structure was killing me.

Her stats were 34-30-32 which I got to know later. She was wearing a black chudi. I had an instant erection. She got on the bike and touched my shoulders. I was in heaven. I wanted to feel her boobs and I started to apply breaks frequently. She was talking about her job and asked me about mine.

She started noticing I was not focussing and instead was interested in making her fall over me. She smiled and said, ‘You’re a terrible rider. Is this how you ride when my sister sits behind?’ I said, ‘No, my mind is on something else.’ She giggled and told to take her home safely. I told her not to worry.

I was staring at her very badly. She took bath and came outside wearing a red top with white leggings and wet hair. I was out of my mind. My dick got hard like cement. There was still water near her thighs and calves on her leggings. Her red top was sticking to her body due to wetness.

She realized that I was staring at her. She took a towel and covered her neck and boobs. I felt bad.

There was some pooja at home. Finally, we planned to go out somewhere. I suggested a movie. Now we had one bike and a car. My wife was wearing a saree and she told me to take my SIL on the bike. She was thinking of her sister as a kid. But I had other intentions.

I was so happy. I took them through the longest route. I felt happy like taking my lover outside for a ride. I started imagining what would have happened if I had loved my SIL in the first place instead of my wife. Again, I was applying breaks and she got angry this time.

She asked, ‘What is it with you? I should have taken the car.’ I felt disappointed and stopped this. We went to the theatre. All our parents sat at one end. Then my SIL, next to her was my wife and then me at the corner. I was so sad I could not sit next to her.

My wife was looking like a bomb in saree. It has been quite some time since I saw her in saree after marriage. There were some romantic scenes in the movie, I saw my sister in law through one eye. She too noticed me staring. I started feeling my wife’s boobs over her saree.

I was disturbing it too much and her blouse was visible. My wife also got horny. She started squeezing my left hand while I was enjoying her boobs with my right. I leaned on her shoulders and kept my face over her neck. I felt her fragrance and was staring at my sister in law.

She got mad at me and made faces. Now there was intermission. No one wanted to move. I went to buy snacks. My sister in law gave me the company saying she’ll help me carry stuff. We went out. We were standing in the queue. I stood in the front and she stood behind me.

Some guy in the back was touching her from behind and she told me the guy behind is disturbing her. I came behind and glared at him. He apologized and whispered, sorry. I was not in a mood to fight. Looking at that ass, anyone would get the desire. I stood behind her and now I wanted to feel her.

Her back was visible because of the half-open chudi. Since I was taller, I could see her cleavage. I remembered what happened on our first night. My dick got hard and I placed my hand on both sides of the steel bar. I brushed her hips and corner boobs. She turned around and asked, ‘What are you doing?’

I got some courage and told her she looks good in that dress. She was wearing a red top, white shawl, white leggings, and bright red lipstick. Her lips made me hornier when she was speaking. She said, ‘You have some nerve. Touching my sister like that 10 minutes back and now you’re feeling me from behind.’

I gathered courage and said I was thinking about her the entire time when I felt my wife’s boobs. Saying this, I held her hips with one hand. She jerked and I started pulling her towards me. She pushed herself behind and our faces were very close. I almost started stroking and moving my hand over her soft ass.

She asked, ‘What do you want from me?’ I brushed her cheeks with my cheeks and kept my nose over her neck for a second. I whispered ‘I need your body.’ She said ‘You’re married to my sister. You’re my brother in law. This is wrong.’ I asked, ‘If it’s wrong why are coming closer?’

She asked, ‘So you knew you were touching me on the day of the first night when I came to your room.’ I said, ‘I would have fucked you and made you my wife if I didn’t meet your sister first.’ She said, ‘I will text you once we reach home. Don’t touch your wife when we go back.’

I smiled and said, ‘Looks like someone is jealous.’ She teased saying ‘Oh, is it? Do you want to see my chats with my boyfriend?’ I said, ‘Maybe I will when I am in bed with you.’ We had a horny conversation in the queue and we finally drifted.

I went back and sat near my wife. I was not touching my wife. But my wife was so horny she started feeling my dick over my pants. I was already loaded up because of the groping in the queue. I exploded with cum when my wife slowly slid her fingers inside my zip and stroked with 2 fingers.

She lay on my shoulders and said, ‘Let’s do it tonight once everyone leaves.’ My sister in law saw all this and she was touching her boobs.

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[Blue Bull]

She's Early
(When her friend comes to visit, it’s an unexpected surprise. )
By: Levon

"I'm early," she discreetly whispered to me as we stood up to welcome our friends who had just come through the restaurant doors and saw me waving to catch their attention.

I didn't really have time to process her statement before our friends, Rob and Amy, approached our table to greet us. My first thought was confusion, and perhaps I misheard her. Our friends were right on time, and even if they had been early, it really wouldn't have mattered. For once, we had arrived at the restaurant ahead of our reservation time.

Then, of course as I was giving Amy a hug, the realization of my wife's passing comment hit me like a ton of bricks. She had told me that her period had arrived, nearly 4 days early. I went from flaccid to hard in an instant and had to quickly break off the hug with Amy before she noticed.

As we took our seats, I glanced at Megan who had a grin on her face like a Cheshire cat. My loving wife knew that her short and sweet message had hit its mark by my look of disbelief and that was exactly the reaction she had been planning.

Megan and I had been together for more than a decade (married for just under eight years) and had a fairly regular sex life. Regular, except for when she had her period. She didn't like menstrual sex, even though she knew that was something I was interested in and had a kink for. She felt gross during that time, telling me that I wouldn't be so interested in periods if I had to deal with my own crotch bleeding for a week.

Yes, she knew we could put down that maroon-colored towel (our special "period" towel). Yes, she knew how much I liked sex during that week. Yes, we could hop in the shower when we were done. Yes, we didn't have to worry about using a condom during that time. But, no, she still wasn't interested. She hated me sticking my penis in her, because all she could think about was what was coming out of her and the squishy feeling my dick caused when I penetrated her.

Her dislike of her monthly flow started at her first period. Menarche for most of her friends had been when they turned 12 or 13 and some at 14. For her though, her first period came on Christmas Eve, just 2 months past her 15th birthday. Her family was out at her grandparents' house all day for the holiday and her stomach just felt funny. Dinner hadn't agreed with her all that much and she felt like her intestines were in knots. After returning home and getting ready for bed, she sat on the toilet and saw the brown spot on her underwear and it took a second for it to click. Her mom told her to find some pads under the sink and for the next twenty or so years, the red and white theme of Christmas always had a second meaning for her.

Each period since her first was an inconvenience and she simply just hated dealing with it. She hated being unprepared and staining another pair of panties. She hated the cramps and the mood swings and the bloated feeling it gave her. She hated how horny I got when I would discover she was wearing a pad. And she definitely hated using pads. Megan felt like she was wearing a mini-diaper that was always sticky and wet, no matter the brand or how often she changed. Tampons were out, unless she was going to go to the pool or the beach, because she wasn't too keen on sticking anything up inside of her, except a penis and her lone box of Tampax Pearls was at least 3 years old.

But most of all, she hated the smell of her crotch during that week. It was a smell that was so unmistakable and she felt like the whole world knew she was on her period. It was something that I had gotten used to over the years and while not particularly unpleasant, it certainly wasn't as bad as she made it out to be.

We rarely (if ever) made love on the first day of her period's arrival and I usually had to wait until the 3rd or 4th day as things were slowing down before making my move. So there I was leisurely reviewing my menu choices and thinking of different options to get my wife in the mood, when I was totally caught daydreaming.

"Earth to Jay," Megan said, "I asked you if you were getting the filet?" The filet mignon certainly looked good on the menu, but what my wife said next made my head jerk up quickly.

"You can get your meat nice and rare, all red and bloody if you want!" What the hell did she just say? Did she really just say I can get my meat "red and bloody" in public and in front of our friends? I simply stared agape and tried to compose myself.

"Uh, while that sounds appetizing, I think I'm going to go with the salmon they have featured," I was able to finally spit out. Our friends didn't bat an eye at her comment, oblivious to the double entendre.

Smiling, Megan reached down and squeezed my thigh. "OK, suit yourself, mister," she said, "but I don't want to hear any bitching and moaning about how you missed out on something you don't get to have very often..." Wow. OK. I was hooked and not really sure how far she expected to take this, especially in public. This was so out of character for her, especially when talking about her period, and I wondered what exactly had gotten into her.

We made it through the ordering process and the waiter returned with our first bottle of wine. After Rob took the first sip and nodded his approval, the waiter was filling our glasses when Megan exclaimed, "Let's keep it flowing!"

"Holy shit," I thought. Surely I flinched or made some other involuntary twitch as the four of us started to laugh at Megan's witty comment, albeit not all for the same reasons. This was shaping up to be a memorable night.

I looked over and took a fresh look at Megan. She looked great for being in her late 30's and after two kids. We had gotten dressed up to celebrate Rob and Amy's 20th anniversary and she was positively glowing. After starting an exercise program less than a year ago, my wife had lost 35 pounds and was getting lean. All the baby fat from our toddler was gone and she was happier than she'd been in a while.

Megan was wearing a cute black dress with a button-up lace front that came down to just above her knees, black pantyhose, and black strappy heels. Unfortunately I had come home from work just in time to kiss the kids goodbye and hadn't had a chance to watch her dress. I really loved watching Megan as she got dressed or undressed and enjoyed seeing her in her underwear. Even if it wasn't sexy lingerie or even a matched pair, I would often ogle her body, hopeful to find her in the mood. However, today I didn't have the benefit of knowing what she had under her dress, but the way the evening was going, sounded like I would get to see it soon enough.

As we were looking over the menu, Megan leaned over to point out something on her menu. It was a pasta dish with a "chunky marinara" sauce. As she pointed with her manicured fingernail to the words, she just said, "Huh, look at that." I didn't know if she had wanted me to join in on the fun and start making comments of my own or to keep my yap shut and just enjoy the ride. Rob and Amy weren't stupid and I was beginning to get worried that they'd catch on soon.

Before our entrees arrived, Megan excused herself to go to the bathroom as she picked up her purse. My wife never carries a purse, but I knew why today. I watched her go, lingering on her backside a bit longer than was probably polite, before turning my attention back to our guests. Another bottle of wine arrived and I was starting to feel the benefits of the alcohol.

She returned just as our entrees were delivered and the four of us began eating a delightful meal. At one point, I placed my hand on Megan's upper thigh. I was incredibly surprised to find that she wasn't wearing pantyhose after all. I felt the strap for a garter and moved my hand down slightly to feel for the clip for her stockings. I moaned slightly and Megan shot me another winning smile as the image of my wife in a garter belt and stockings started to form in my imagination. She obviously had pulled out all the stops for this dinner and I had to wait patiently to unwrap my gifts.

When the waiter brought over a tray of desserts, all I wanted to do was to rush home and make love to my wife. (Actually, we'd make love eventually, but first, I wanted to take her and unleash my lust for her in almost an animalistic way.) I was ready and I knew she was ready too. But, to my disappointment, Megan ordered a dessert, probably just to prolong the agony of waiting to take her.

"I'll have the chocolate raspberry ganache," she said politely to the waiter, "with two spoons." As she looked at me she said, "You can share some of mine, if you're good."

I gave her a look that killed, and she just smiled, batting her big doe-eyes at me. Dessert and coffee arrived quickly and Megan dug right into her dessert. It had a raspberry sauce dripped down the sides of the confection and Megan scooped up some of the red, sticky sauce on her finger and fed it to me. I licked her finger clean of course, but was ready to drag her out of the restaurant, leaving Rob and Amy behind. It was playful banter between a married couple and wasn't too much beyond PG-13 to the casual observer, but we both knew it was much more than that.

Thankfully, it was time to go. Although the conversation with our friends hadn't waned, the food was all gone and it was getting late. Besides, we had told our babysitter we'd be back before 11:00 PM and that time was approaching quickly. Hugs were exchanged all around and I hurried my wife off to the car.

As soon as I shut the door, I hissed: "You are one hell of a tease tonight." She replied, "Get me home honey so I can fuck your brains out."

With that, she grabbed my hard-on through my slacks and squeezed firmly. "Looks like you're ready for me?"

"So very ready for you," I replied.

"And what would happen if I showed you some leg?" Megan drew her dress up her thighs, showing off her stocking tops. My hard-on was painful and was begging for release from my pants. Somehow, I kept my eyes on the road, but kept stealing glances at her legs and her stockings. Then she pulled her dress even higher, letting me see that she was wearing black lace panties. Although her legs were closed, I was able to see that she was wearing a pad, as the white moon-shaped outline of the top of her pad peeked up toward her waistband.

"I'm not sure if you're aware," she said nonchalantly, "but I got my period a few days early this month."

"Not aware?" I said laughing. "I'd have to be dead to not be aware of it. But, I'm going to get you back for all that teasing you did during dinner."

"Me? Tease you? Whatever could you mean?" she retorted, and not too convincingly.

I tried to feel her crotch and touch her pad, but my arm was quickly batted away.

"Pay attention to your driving and get us home in one piece."

"Yes, dear."

We made it home in record time and without being stopped for any traffic infractions. Luckily for us, our babysitter lives 3 houses down the street and she can just walk home. I was happy that one of us didn't have to drive her home, because I was driving Megan toward our bedroom quickly.

After paying the babysitter and shooing her out the door (and are you freaking kidding me?) waiting for the babysitter to get back home safely (walk faster!), I nearly dragged Megan upstairs. But, because Megan has a touch of "June Cleaver" in her, she checked on the kids before coming into the bedroom. I had to admit, she was a great mom to both of the kids and they were thriving because of her.

Finally, Megan waltzed into the bedroom and I looked her over. I had dimmed the lights a bit, and she stood there for a moment and let my eyes roam. She then got a bit self-conscious and demure and then softly said, "What?"

I went to her and taking her in my arms, I whispered, "you are so beautiful and tonight especially."

She blushed and appreciated the comments and one of my hands went to her head and into her hair as she leaned back. We kissed passionately and urgently as the trials of the day ebbed away. My other hand slipped down to her bottom and I felt the garter strap as I gave her bottom a gentle squeeze.

"I need you," I whispered. She said, "I need you more." We kissed some more.

I started to unbutton her dress and after a few buttons, reached my hand in to touch her breast. She was wearing some kind of lingerie that had lace cups. I squeezed her and she let out a moan. Megan loved the attention I gave her breasts and I couldn't wait to take one into my mouth.

More buttons were undone allowing me to see more of her lingerie. She broke the kiss and said, "It's new. I got it today at JC Penny's. I thought you'd like it." I did like it. It was a lacy strapless bra that extended down to her belly button and showed off her bosom. After breastfeeding the kids, her boobs shrank a little bit, but stayed at a healthy handful, usually a 36C. I took them into my hands and gave another good squeeze, admiring how the bra was showing them off. Because the cups were made out of lace, I noticed that her nipples were hard and were growing to the size of a fingertip.

"I can't wait for you to suck on them," Megan said in a low voice.

I had unbuttoned enough of the dress to slide it over her shoulders and down over her hips. She stepped out of it and as I dbangd the dress over a nearby chair, I took the view of all her in. She stood there in her black bra, black garter belt and stockings and black lace panties, with the top of her white pad showing through the lace as bright as if it was day-glo orange. I cupped her mound and felt her through her pad. She gently pushed my hand away and started to undress me.

Starting to protest, I was quickly shushed. Megan removed my jacket, tie and unbuttoned my shirt. I knew I had to just stand there, yielding to her control, albeit slightly. I would have her soon enough, but had to let the tension build a bit more. Unbuckling my pants and pulling down my zipper, Megan pulled my pants off to see my hard-on, barely contained by my underwear. She grabbed me and we both moaned in unison.

Carefully, she pulled on the waistband, letting my organ pop free from its constricting cage. Dropping to her knees, she took a tentative lick to my hole, tasting my pre-cum, causing my dick to twitch. Then slowly, her head descended a few inches, taking me into her mouth.

"Yummmmmm," she moaned. She started to stroke my organ, slowly and softly at first, but then with more pressure. I staggered back a few feet and leaned back on our bed. Megan urged me to get up on the bed and she crawled between my legs, going back down on me. Putting my hands into her hair, I felt her as she bobbed up and down, running her tongue along the length of my shaft. She has a way of flicking her tongue along the bottom of my tip, something she knows that drives me crazy.

"Honey..." I warned as I was getting close. She wasn't particularly fond of a mouthful of cum and I wanted to give her fair warning. I loved coming in her mouth, but it wasn't something she had let me do very often, and I didn't think that's where things were going to end today.

Megan slowed down her assault on my penis and let it playfully pop out of her mouth, with a thin string of saliva still attached to my tip. She snuggled up close and I pulled back the covers from underneath us. Our "period towel" was in place already. Megan had obviously planned a number of things in advance. As she settled in over the towel, we were kissing furiously, tonguing each other and trying to delve deeper into each other's mouth. I heard Megan moan again as my hand cupped her breast.

With one arm around my wife, I ran my hands through her long hair, lightly massaging her scalp. My other hand squeezed her left breast, through the sexy lace cup of her bra. Megan was stroking my erection, keeping me very hard and I was rubbing our legs together, getting us both worked up.

I pulled the cup of her bra down and was rewarded with a handful of breast. Normally, I'd go right for her sensitive nipple, squeezing it and pulling on it. But tonight, I decided to make her wait just a little bit. It was a weak attempt to tease her and she knew it.

"Suck on it," she commanded, "I know you want to."

She was right of course. I wanted to suck on it in the worst possible way. I wanted to draw her nipple into my mouth and suckle like a little baby would. Her breasts were awesome and I loved sucking them as much as she loved being sucked. Reaching around, I found the clasp of her bra and fumbled with it briefly, until I was able to disengage the many hooks. Pulling the bra from her, I immediately took her left breast into my mouth, sucking hard on her boob.

"Oooooohhhhhhh. Damn that feels so good." She shuddered as she said that.

I sucked in earnest, running my tongue along the bottom of her breast, while drawing her nipple deep into my mouth. Sucking rhythmically, I squeezed underneath her breast. I pulled most of her breast out of my mouth and focused on sucking just her nipple and the spongy flesh around it. In similar way to how she plays with my tip, I flicked her nipple in my mouth, while I gave her another good squeeze.

My mouth returned to hers and we started kissing again, but my hand roamed southward. I massaged the inside of her thigh and knew eventually where my hand was going to end up. Megan knew it too, but it was a game we both enjoyed playing. I certainly wanted to touch her and her pad, and that would come, but prolonging my advance heightened the anticipation of what we were going to do in due time.

Massaging her thigh, my fingers crept closer to her core as reached the top of her stocking. Feeling her bare skin I continued upwards and felt the heat emanating from between her legs. She was hot and wet and completely worked up and we were both ready to go. Her legs had been closed together, but as I approached my prize, her legs slowly parted.

As my hands reached her black lace panties, she felt like a furnace pumping out her heat. I cupped her mound again, tracing my fingers over her pad. We both moaned at my first touch of her, but probably for different reasons. The pad felt big and I guessed that she was wearing an overnight pad, something she often does on her first day. I felt the outline of the top of the pad and then slide my hand over the wings.

"I want you," she said to me. "I've been thinking about you all day and can't wait much longer."

"I want you too," I replied.

We continued kissing and I broke her kiss to nuzzle her ear. I pressed harder, massaging her through her pad and she whispered in my ear, "I'm so fucking horny for you. I'm going to ride you so hard."

Although I wanted to play with her pad some more, I was really getting worked up. It was time.

I extracted myself from her and she pushed off me trying to get out of bed.

"And where do you think you're going?" I asked and pushed her down. She tried to resist a bit, but I pushed her back and made a grab for her panties. Her garter belt and straps were over her underwear and they would have to be undone first.

"Wait," she warned. I was having none of that and started to pull on the garter tabs. I briefly saw the pad snuggled up against her with the winged flaps of her pad neatly folded over the sides of her lace panties. A quick flick of my thumb and forefinger released the first garter. The second one released quickly thereafter. She paused briefly, thinking, and rolled to one side to give me access to one of the back garters. I fumbled with it for a moment, and the tab released from her stocking top. She rolled to her other side and I was able to release the last garter, getting an eyeful of the back of her underwear with the pad bulging out.

With the garter straps released, I reached for her panties. She stared at me intently, without moving. I gave a slight tug and stared back, silently pleading to let me proceed. She hesitated, contemplating what was down there for me to see and how uncomfortable she was to let me see it. Ultimately, she acquiesced and lifted her hips up to let me pull off her underwear.


Contd.....

[Blue Bull]

It would have been more polite to not look at her pad, but of course I took a quick peek inside as I slid them down her legs and she pulled her feet out. Imagine my surprise to see no large red stain, or any blood on her pad. It was clean. Confused, I looked at Megan.

"I thought you're on your period? You're wearing a pad?"

"I am," she said

"But...?"

I paused, but then looked down again at her crotch and bare lips of her vulva. Then I noticed the small hint of a white thread. She was wearing a tampon. This was so unlike her. As she spread her legs slightly, more of the string became visible. She looked away.

"Ohhhhhh," I said, more of a moan then a word.

"Let me go take it out," she said, tentatively and tried to get up again.

I reached down and pulled the end of the string away from her.

"Please, don't..." she side, almost pleading.

I gave a slight tug and her vaginal muscles clamped down. My hand was pushed aside.

"There's no way I'm letting you take it out," she said. "That's so fucking nasty." And with that, she hopped out of bed, grabbed her panties and went to the bathroom. I watched her go, getting a few glimpses of the string hanging down between her legs.

I was worried that I pushed too hard, but a few moments later, Megan reappeared, garters reattached to her stockings and holding the pad between her legs. She had turned her panties inside out, leaving the pad in, and held it between her legs as she returned to bed.

She pulled her panties away and in the brief waddle from the bathroom, a red spot had already formed on the pad, now that nothing was impeding her flow. She noticed and then saw that I saw it and said, "It's my first day ... fair warning, I'm a bit heavy." Crawling under the covers, she positioned herself squarely on top of the towel.

"I had to change my tampon at the restaurant," she continued, "it was soaked through and really pretty gross."

"I thought about showing you all my supplies in my purse, but figured you were hard enough already."

I smiled and proceeded to get situated between her legs. She's right, I was hard through dinner and seeing her pads and tampons wouldn't have helped that situation. However, right then, I was focused on the pleasure that was coming next.

Looking down, I was guiding my rock hard penis toward her hole. All her pubic hair was gone and she must have shaved earlier in the day, once her period arrived. She had become accustomed to keeping her hair trimmed short, except during her period when she shaved herself bare. Long ago, she felt cleaner without bloody and matted-down pubes during her monthly visitor.

As I was lining up to penetrate her, I noticed a slight trickle of blood oozing out between her lips and down into her crack. She probably felt it down there and I filed away a mental image of it, without making a comment.

My tip touched her lips and she jumped slightly, apparently particularly sensitive. I paused and she looked up at me. "I'm ready," she said, "but take it slow please."

I gently laid my tool at her opening, nuzzled slightly inward, making the lightest touch. As much as I wanted to bury myself to her hilt with a single thrust, I drew up all my available patience and even took out a loan on future patience. I slid forward, almost imperceptibly, but enough to get the first feeling of her wetness around the head of my penis. Normally, it would be her natural lubrication, but I knew that today, even though she was likely a little wet with her girl lube, but it was more of something else.

Sinking slightly lower now, my head popped past her vaginal ring. I continued to fight the urge to go all the way too soon. Pulling back out, my penis made a wet popping sound. Megan was soaked and ready for some action. I looked down and my tip was bright red.

"Don't look at it," she said, "I'm already grossed out at how much you enjoy this." She pulled the covers over both of us, shielding her lower half from view.

Looking into her eyes, I smiled and drew myself close. "Relax and enjoy it. Thank you for this gift." Hopefully, whispering in her ear how much I loved her would take her mind off her period and focus back on the lovemaking, which was about to start rocking.

Pushing myself back in, I was able to push half of my length into her, pulled out and thrust again. I penetrated her nearly all the length of my shaft before pulling out quickly and then going all the way. On this last thrust, as I hit bottom, we moaned in pleasure as our bodies met in such a familiar way. We truly did fit together perfectly and as was meant to be how husband and wife are joined.

I started pumping rhythmically and the wet, sloshy noise rose up from our sexual organs. Quickening my pace, the positive feelings started to override her reluctance and Megan started to relax and get into it. Her hips rose to meet mine and she started to grunt and moan with pleasure. Then she started talking dirty. Megan didn't normally have a potty mouth, but sometimes, when she was really turned on, her inner dirty-girl would make an appearance.

"Oh, I'm so fucking wet for you. Do you feel how wet I am? Do you hear my wet pussy slapping up against your dick? Oh, fuck my bloody pussy you fucking perv! You know I'm getting blood all over your fucking cock don't you?"

I clamped down quickly and hard and pulled out my dick. Her words had quickly (much too quickly) brought me to the brink and it was all I could do to hang on. I wasn't ready to finish and she wasn't ready either, but she didn't know the power of her words had over me.

"Don't you dare come yet!" she barked at me, with a deep lust in her eyes. She didn't say it in a mean way, but her demand wasn't particularly helpful at that point and I was already doing my best to hold it back. Somehow, I was successful and took a breath, before sliding myself back inside her wet tunnel.

We made love with me pumping in and out of her for several more minutes. Kissing and nibbling on her lip and sticking our tongues deep inside each other's mouths. I made long strokes, intermixed with short strokes that ground on her pussy and clit. She wrapped her nylon-covered legs around me, digging her heels into my lower back. I pounded away at her, letting our orgasms build.

Megan reached up and grabbed both her breasts and squeezed. She moaned and started to buck, getting very close to the end. "Faster, faster!" she cried. Instead of speeding up though, I pulled out nearly all the way, leaving just my tip inside of her. She knew what was coming next (besides her), and I started to fuck her just with my tip going in and out of her quickly. The friction of my bulb penetrating her was just too much. After maybe 6 or 7 strokes like this, she went rigid and grabbed me, pulling me deep inside of her.

Her orgasm washed over her and she started jerking all around. Calling out my name, swearing, and making some guttural sounds reserved specifically for the act we were currently engaged in. I tried to continue to pump her, but when she's coming, her muscles clamped down so hard that it was very difficult to do much except for let her enjoy herself and wait for her to calm down a bit.

I continued my assault and slowly came to a stop to let her catch her breath. She was panting while her aftershocks continued to massage my penis. Resting on top of her I whispered in her ear that she felt so good and I couldn't wait to come inside of her. She rested momentarily and basked in the glow of a good orgasm. Luckily for her, she could come more than once.

Pushing me out (and off) her, she told me to get on my back. I positioned myself on the towel and Megan straddled me. Normally, one of us would have to guide me into her, but I remained rock hard and she was able to catch my tip between her lips and then quickly impaled herself on my rod.

The feeling was exquisite. She was warm and wet and still quite horny. Her first orgasm was simply a warm up for the next one that was building inside as she started to ride me. Her breasts dangled enticingly in front of my face and I took her right one in my mouth. Megan cried out as I drew her nipple in, sucking eagerly. As she pumped me up and down, I could feel my balls tighten and I tried to slow her down. She was in her own world as she started to go faster and faster. Up and down, forward and back, rubbing her clit on my public bone. Then, as suddenly as she sped up, she slowed back down, making some very deliberate strokes.

Megan started mewing, a clear indication that she was ready to orgasm again. I felt the walls of her vagina contract around my penis, making it a bit difficult to thrust. As she started to shake uncontrollably, I decided to switch to her other breast, taking it completely in my mouth, sucking hard. That was the switch that flipped her lid and she called out my name, again and again, pumping my cock harder and harder. As she was moaning, her orgasm squeezed my cock, causing my release of everything pent up, injecting my seed into her depths.

We stayed there, me still buried deep inside her for several minutes. She rested her head on my shoulder as our panting became deep cleansing breaths, before returning to something normal. As I began to soften, Megan suddenly sneezed, forcing me out of her and evacuating much of what was inside her womb all over me. We both felt the spray and Megan let out a groan.

"Just so you know," she started, "I'm blaming you for the mess."

I was actually fine with that. Both our needs had been well satisfied and it felt like we were going to need a shower, so who was I to complain.

Megan sat up and pushed the comforter off herself so she could get out of bed. Looking down, she nearly gagged and said, "oh fuck."

It was bad, much worse than I could have expected. We had joked before that when we occasionally had sex during her period that it'd look like a crime scene when we were done. Well, past crime scenes were more of a minor shaving incident compared to what we had just done.

I was covered in sweat, mixed with her bright red menses from my abdomen to mid-thigh. There was obviously some uterine tissue or perhaps just a clot or two on my penis and in my pubic hair. Bloody semen smeared my tip and was literally dripping off me. There was a spray of blood on the top sheet of the bed. While our "period towel" had done its best, it was no match for Megan's heavy flow and like a pad without wings, there were several accidents along the sides.

Megan's mid-section was covered too, although not as bad as me. She had blood smeared all over her crotch and blood was dripping down her thighs, mostly being absorbed by her stockings. She looked at me horrified and quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

Our bedroom has beautiful hardwood floors, which was probably a good thing because as Megan went, blood was dripping off her, landing and splattering on the floor. This blood spatter evidence was the stuff of CSI, but I could tell this wasn't the time to be joking around with her.

I pulled the towel up around my like an oversized diaper and made my way into the bathroom, careful to not step on the drips on the floor. Megan had turned on the shower and was waiting for it to warm up as she continued to bleed down her legs and collect on the floor.

"I still don't like sex during my period," she said quietly. "I don't know how you can find this even remotely sexy. But, I do have to admit, it was pretty great up until the cleanup part."

I paused, choosing my words carefully at what seemed like a pivotal moment. "I need you to know how much I love and care for you, all month long," I said. "I can't thank you enough for this wonderful evening and how great it is to make love to you."

Megan looked at me lovingly and leaned over to give me a passionate kiss. The shower temperature had risen considerably and the bathroom started to steam a bit. I unhooked her bloody garter and pulled the blood soaked stockings down her leg. She wasn't kidding about her heavy flow as the blood continued to drip down her thighs.

Using the towel, I got most of the wetness off my core and filled the sink with cold water. I put her stockings and garter belt in the water in an attempt to save them, although since they were black, it wasn't going to noticeably stain. As soon as I put the lingerie into the water it started to turn pink. I added some Woolite in case that would help.

Megan adjusted the water and began to wash off. It looked like the scene from Carrie, but that was another observation I was going to keep to myself. She looked beautiful as she started to soap up and it was all that I could do not to hop into the shower with her and take her again. My carnal urges had to wait, because I needed to clean up the bloodbath if there was any chance of repeating this experience again.

Naked and covered in drying blood, I stripped the bed sheets and put them immediately into the washer. Checking in on Megan, she was still enjoying her shower. I retrieved her panties, took the soiled pad out and asked her if she wanted me to put a new one in for her. This wasn't something I had done for her in the past and I wasn't sure how she would react to my offer.

"Um, sure, I guess," she said.

I pulled an overnight pad out of the cupboard and with slightly trembling hands opened the pad wrapper. Acting just like Pavlov's dog, I started to get hard by just hearing the ripping sound the wrapper made as I opened it up. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Megan's intrigued look as I pulled the pad from its wrapper.

Picking up her undies, I started to line up the pad and heard, "a little further back please..." I complied with her direction, pushed the pad to make it stick and after pulling the smaller wrapper off the wings, folded them neatly over each side.

"Looks like you're a natural at that," she said. "Perhaps I'll let you do that for me again some time." Oh how I wished for that. I left the pad and undies near her towel and went and got her some bedtime clothes. Although I wished it could have been a small lace nighty, I knew that she'd prefer a tank top and some boxer shorts. She smiled gratefully as I returned with proper clothes.

Wetting a washcloth, I wiped up all Megan's drips on the floor and the small bloody puddle on the bathroom floor. Rinsing the washcloth out, I changed the bloody water that her lingerie was soaking in. I hurried to make the bed with clean sheets and got another dark color towel from the linen closet to put down on her side. While I wished for a repeat performance, I thought that it would be unlikely, and figured that she'd want to sleep on a clean towel in case she bled through her pad.

Returning to the bath, I joined Megan in the shower and started to rinse off. The water turned pink again as I started to scrub the blood away. "Thanks for getting everything cleaned up for us," Megan said. "How bad are the sheets?" she asked. "Not bad at all," I lied. It'll be a miracle if it doesn't stain the sheets permanently. I put nearly a whole bottle of hydrogen peroxide in the wash and we'll see if that gets the blood out.

We embraced under the hot water and Megan started to help get me clean. She paid particular attention to my penis and balls, making sure they were extra clean. I scrubbed between my legs and got my ass and in just a few minutes, I was squeaky clean, and getting stiff. Megan stroked me with her hand and hugged me close.

"I guess we're not done yet?" she asked with an upturn of her eyebrow. "I'm not if you're not," I replied.

Megan knelt down in the shower and took me in her mouth. Stroking and sucking me intently, she reached up and cupped my sack in her hands, gently playing with each testicle. I was blocking the spray of water and she looked up into my eyes with a vision of lust. She moaned on my cock as she sucked and I grew harder in her mouth. Although I had come not that long ago, I was surprised to find my orgasm building quickly. Maybe it was how she was looking at me, maybe it was how her mouth felt on my organ, and maybe it was thinking about more sex, this time in the shower.

She kept looking up at me, almost expectantly and lovingly as she continued to pull on my sack. My head was spinning with her oral pursuits and with the hot water cascading down my back, my wife sucking my cock, and hearing her really get into it, I realized that I was closer than I thought.

I needed to her to slow down, especially if I was going to last long enough to make love to her again. "Meg..." I began, letting my words trail off. My balls were starting to tingle.

Suddenly, Megan's assault on my cock quickened and her stroking became insistent and vigorous.

"Whoa, Megan!" and her response was to groan all over my rod, slurping and then sucking hard. I was coming and I tried to pull her off me, so as to not come in her mouth. Megan held firm, both hands on my ass, pulling her mouth closer to my root and rapidly bobbing her head up and down on my staff.

I called out her name as I came in her mouth. She continued to suck, and swallow, much to my amazement. I squirted several times and she swallowed it all, while starting to slow down. I was holding on to the sides of the shower, trying to get my bearings, without falling down. My release was intense and Megan stood up, with another one of her grins plastered on her face.

"How about that?" she said. Um, yeah! I can't believe she just let me come in her mouth and then even swallowed my load!

"Wow, Megan, that was incredible," I said as I hugged her, "I don't know what I did to deserve this treatment today."

"Seems like I'm incredibly horny this period," she said, "and I knew you wouldn't mind."

I hugged her closely for a few moments. The water was starting to cool and it was time to get out. We were both wrinkled from the water and moreover, spent.

As we dried off, I noticed that Megan had opened the drawer with all her feminine hygiene supplies. She pulled a tampon out of mostly-full box of Tampax Pearl and I watched with moderate interest as she took it out of its wrapper.

"A new trend?" I inquired.

"Maybe," she replied. "The ones earlier this evening didn't bother me very much."

Rather than go into the toilet room, as I would have expected, Megan propped one leg up on the tub and spread her lips with her right hand. As she was positioning the tip of the tampon applicator with her left hand, she looked at me staring at this scene unfolding in front of me.

"You're going to stand there and watch?" she asked incredulously.

Several responses flooded my consciousness simultaneously. An offer to help was probably out of the question and my best bet was saying something funny that would let me stay and watch.

"I could get the camera..." I offered.

"Yeah, that's not going to happen," she snapped back.

"Well, then, yes, I'm going to stand here and watch," I said.

"Suit yourself you perv," Megan said.

As she held herself open, she pushed the plastic applicator in until her thumb and forefinger touched her lips. Letting the tampon go briefly, it hung there half hanging out of her. She used one hand to steady the applicator and the other to depress the other tube, ejecting the tampon from its applicator. Megan removed the bloody applicator, letting the telltale string swing slightly.

It was the first time I had watched a live tampon insertion in a long, long time (and never by Megan). I started to grow hard, even though I had come twice already this evening.

Megan noticed and said, "you really have a screw loose up there if putting in a tampon gets you stiff."

I shrugged, but I continued to watch Megan as she pulled on her pad-filled panties and pulled on her nightshirt. She cupped the pad to her mound and told me that I had positioned it perfectly. I smiled and offered to make it a regular gig for her. Megan dried her hair quickly and we finally climbed into bed.

I spooned with Megan and reached around to grab her breast. Her nipples were already hard.

"Haven't you had enough?" she asked with a sigh. She rolled onto her back to look at me, which gave me better access. I massaged her breasts for a few minutes and Megan's body responded involuntarily.

"We just got all cleaned up," Megan complained.

I shushed her. "Just relax and enjoy it," I said.

Moving my hands down, I rubbed the inside of her thigh and she spread her legs to give me better access. I put my hand on her pad, pushing in.

"Ooooohhhh."

There was no sense in wasting time. I pulled the waistband of her panties up and slid my hand inside. The back of my hand felt the pad and I went in search for her clit.

Even though she had put a tampon in moments ago, her lips were wet with her juices and I used her wetness to lube up her clit. I felt around for the tampon string and twirled it with my finger.

"Please don't pull it out," she pleaded.

I hadn't planned on pulling it out and I started my assault on her clit. My experiences masturbating Megan told me how to bring her to the brink quickly. I started rubbing her clit with abandon as Megan drew her legs upwards. Her breathing quickened as she climbed steadily toward her release.

"Oh! That feels so good. Don't stop!"

Her legs started to tremble and twitch and her orgasm was close. Her right breast was hanging out of her shirt and I started rubbing her clit like mad as I took her breast into my mouth.

Megan climaxed and convulsed in pleasure. The world felt like it stopped briefly. She let out a long sigh, kissed me passionately and then drifted off to sleep.

Pulling my hand out of her panties, I quietly got up to wash my hands. Climbing back into bed, I cuddled up next to her and listened to Megan's soft breaths. Completely satisfied, I fell into a deep slumber, replaying the incredible night that I just had with my wife and best friend. I was definitely looking forward to the morning though.

While her period wasn't her favorite time of the month, I hoped that tonight's experiences would help smooth the way for periods to follow, especially the next time she was early.

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