Adultery Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal by indian_exec2000-COMPLETED

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"Didi, isn't Shyam Bhaiya at home? Where is he?" Kajal asked.

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

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

"Mujhe unse milna hai."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kajal aap ki raah dekh rahi hai."

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

"Ji?"

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

"Jaldi aaiye."

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

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

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Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 08

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aao."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Utaro."

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

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

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

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

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

"Bhaiya, mujhse pyaar kijiye."

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

"Wohi toh kar raha hoon!"

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

"Waise nahi!"

"Not like that!" She'd exclaimed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Meri jaan, ab tujhe kya chahiye?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Ji!"

"Yes!" She whispered.

"Aise nahi, saaf saaf bolo."

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

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

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

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

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"Kaisa lag raha hai meri rani?"

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

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

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

"Tu ab mera lund andar legi?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Kajal, tujhe mazaa aa raha hai na?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Didi, mujhe aapko kuchh dikhana hai!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Nahi Didi. Meri mahwari shuru nahi hui. Yeh toh meri poori aurat banneki nishani hai!"

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"No Didi. My period hasn't started yet. This is a sign of my having become a complete woman!" Kajal said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mere lund par sawar ho ja!"

"Ride my cock!" He'd commanded.

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

"Kyon, kya hua? Thak gayi kya?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

"Haan, baith."

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

"Shyam Bhaiya, aap hi mujhe khilaiye."

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

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

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

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

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

"Ab main tujhe khade khade chodunga."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 09

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

****

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

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

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

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

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

"Sab kaam ho gaye kya?"

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

"Ji!"

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

"Zara zyada der lag gayi?"

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

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

"Koi baat nahi. Bahut thak gayi kya?"

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

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

"Teri toh bolti bandh ho gayi!"

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

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

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

He then turned her so that they faced each other.

"Toh kya kya kaam karne hain?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mm!" Kajal nodded.

"Tub hi geeli ho gayi kya?"

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

"Sachhi?"

"Really?" Shyam asked.

"Sachhi!"

"Really!" Kajal whispered hoarsely, obviously lying.

"Achha! Chal apni panty utar kar dikha!"

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

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

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

"Chudwayegi?"

"Wanna fuck?" He asked. She nodded.

"Chal, late ja."

"Come, lie down." He commanded.

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

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

"Yeh le!"

"Take this!" Shyam whispered.

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

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

"Hmmph!!" Shyam grunted as he shoved his cock in up to the hilt in one hard thrust.

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"Aahhh!!" Kajal moaned in pleasure mixed with a little pain as her pussy was violently stretched out again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chaat!"

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

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

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

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

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

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Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 10

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

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

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

"Ek baat poochun?"

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

"Haan, kya baat hai?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeh jaan kar tu kya karegi?"

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

"Aise hi..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Achha lag raha hai na?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ab main aapki andar se maalish karoonga."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 10a

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

"Bahut dard lag raha hai kya?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ji."

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

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

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

"Le, chaat."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aa!"

"Come!" He stretched his hand towards Kajal.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 11

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

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

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

"Shyam Bhaiya! Aaiye na!!"

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

"Main ek minute mein aati hoon."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Shyam Bhaiya, paani lijiye."

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

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

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

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

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

"Theek hai. Thodi der yahin par rahenge."

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

"Tumhara visa ka kaam ho gaya kya?"

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

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

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

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

"Sachmuch, tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho."

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

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

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

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

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

"Kya mai moti ho gayi hoon?"

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

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

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

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

"Nahi Bhaiya. Rukiye!"

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

"Kya hua?"

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Didi andar hain. Shayad dekh lengi!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Achha lag raha hai?"

"Do you like it?" He asked.

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

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

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

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

"Ji."

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

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

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

"Ji."

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

She heard the elevator door clang shut & a knock on her front door. Her heart leapt out as she ran to open the door. Sure enough, Shyam stood outside, bedraggled & sweaty after a long night on the factory floor. As was his usual practice, he had done his morning ablutions at the factory washroom. He had had his breakfast at a restaurant on his way to Kajal's apartment and had also picked up a parcel of hot food for her.

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Excited and nervous as she was, Kajal put her arms around his neck, tiptoed & planted a wet kiss on his lips as soon as he had shut the door behind him. She ran her fingers on his stubbly cheeks & moaned in his mouth.

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

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

"Aap nahi khayenge?"

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

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

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

"Main abhi nahi khaoongi."

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

"Kyon? Kal bahut kha liya kya?"

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

"Maine kal shyam se kuch nahi khaya."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Chal, ab merey kapde utar."

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

"Nahin. Mujhe terey chooche dekhne hain."

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

"Le, soongh."

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

"Chal ab jangia utar aur mera lund chaat."

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

"Chal, ab nangi ho ja."

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

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

"Aise nahin. Meri ore dekh."

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

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

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

"Le, chaat."

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

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

"Chal, ab merey lund ko tel laga."

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

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

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

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

"Kaisa lag raha hai?"

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

"Ab yeh le."

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

"Aah… achha lag raha hai… bahut…"

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

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

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

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

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

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Epilogue

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

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

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

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

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THE END

[Renjith]

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[jems143007]

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[koolme98]

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[sri7869]

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