19-11-2019, 02:34 PM
Rain continued for half an hour, then I felt Geetha's presence. She was awake and came to my side. "Vasu, you sitting here, why didn't you sleep?"
"Watching rain, its nice", I said.
"Is it, move a bit, let me see the rain too!, we will sit here and watch rain, its coming again!", she sat by my side...
I moved a bit. The sky was dark, moody and sad sounds were raindrop songs. I once began to count the stars i almost had them all, then a clash of thunder rang and rain began to fall again. The closeness of Geetha's body began to make my desires rise once again. But I didn't want to exploit the tragic situation, so I moved a little bit so that our bodies did not touch.
"Why you are moving away, Vasu, now I am ready for doing anything with you but you are moving away. I don't want to live with a body not required by anybody, my husband doesn't need it, now you too are ignoring me, okay I want to cool, my body and mind both are overheated, I want it to cool down", she stood and went out to the drizzling rain.
The rain was getting stronger, she was walking in the rain, all wet, the towel had fallen somewhere, she was stark naked, she was not aware of that.
I moved to her and grabbed her, I could see her only when the thunder strikes and lightning streaks in the horizon. I grabbed her hand, and begged, "Didi you will catch cold, please come inside".
"No Vasu, I don't catch cold, I am all heat, come near me I will give you a present, I will give you a kiss, come near me", she came to me and kissed me right on my lips, her lips lingered in my mouth for sometime, I could taste blood and saliva, she gave away some spit to my mouth, I drank it. It tasted like camphor. I hugged her tight, I returned her the kiss.
"We will go inside, and I will make a fire, we can sit in the kitchen", I caught hold of her and pushed her inside the house and bolted the door.
We went to the kitchen and made a fire and we sat there in our wet clothes, "lets change dress". she went to her room, I followed her. I took a dry towel and applied to her wet hair, she stood like a child when her hair was dry, I began to dry her back then she lifted her hands and give room to me to dry her armpits. I dried her arms and then I could not resist my temptation to touch her hairy pits and I played with the long black pit hairs. When I dried her puts she moved me to stand in front of her and lifted her tits so that I could dry beneath those marvelous globes. There was some traces of water between those tits too, I sucked them with my towel and during the job I could not help touching her taut nipples. She did not mind it, so I curiously tried to pull them out, they were about half inch length in full tautness.
"Oh no!, its ticklish", she giggled and then she left her wet lungi and lo! She was stark naked standing before me only in her Thaali (Thaali is the name for a mangal-sutra, a necklace that a groom ties around the bride's neck in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam. - the string with a heart shaped locket) and nothing else. I was flabbergasted at the sight, the view for which I craved, I risked to voyeur was paraded before my eyes so close so pure so divinely and my angry lion hanging between my legs roared again.
"Why did you stop, dry me, dry my body, dry me everywhere, you promised to dry me", she was acting childish. The harsh sister in law now was a lamb before me. "Its getting colder, please dry me", she begged again.
"Okay, I will", I said and started rubbing her wetness using the damp towel. She stood like an Egyptian princess and I was her dark slave, who was drying her buttocks and the channel between those big buttocks. What a fine pair of butt, so firm, so well shaped, like a football cut into two pieces, I was sitting behind her drying her thundering thighs which were smooth like ivory towers. I dried her calves and heels and the leg, her foot fingers with trembling hands. Now her behind was well dried but still I had to dry her frontal. I offered the towel to her so that she could dry her extreme privates, which she treasured and never gave any chance to peek at.
"No, you have to do there, you do it for me, please", she was no shyer.
I kneeled before her and she put her feet on my thighs and put a hand on my head to keep balance. Her pussy, with its beautiful folds, neatly shaved so as to please her ass-fucking husband, I applied the towel between her pussy folds, the smell of her pussy, the smell of camphor when sublimed. The smell of pinewood her pussy was a divine mixture of smells, some parts smelled of yadley powder and some parts sandalwood paste. I dried her thighs and the triangle interior as well as the exterior, the smell was intoxicating and the slave inside me was begging to lick the nectar from the triangle.
"Do I smell nice?", she asked.
"Yes, its talcum powder, isn't it", I asked.
"Its me, its my sweet pussy, the pussy for which all the village men craved which your brother earned but never used", she was whispering.
"Its anyway intoxicating, I feel I have smoked a ganja beedi", I said. I tried to stand up and move away as it was sure that she would notice the commotion in my lap. The phallus was in its ninety degree angle.
"Don't go so easily, What is this", she touched my phallus.
"No its nothing, sorry I forgot you are my brother's wife, I just could not suppress it", I stammered.
"So you failed, you preached you don't need me, you wont use me, you are brotherly ha ha,ha, now what is this I see", she grabbed my phallus and measured it in her soft palm and it was getting bigger and bigger.
"Now I will dry you, give me the towel", she took it and began to dry my chest, armpits and her fingers lingered on my small nipples while drying. "Now you are cold, lets warm you, stand between my legs, yes, let your big tool get hot, I am giving me to you, voluntarily, willfully, will you accept this?", she asked.
Accept her, who won't, I was standing between her legs and my phallus was rubbing her navel region. She was a Greek goddess half kneeled and I stood like statue of David, but with a bigger penis.
"Kiss me, Vasu!! kiss me, I want a good kiss", she asked.
I hugged her, took her sweet lips between my lips, I kissed, the deep bruises invoked pain she writhed when my lips made contact with her swollen full lips. "My brother, he beat you a lot", I said.
"What to do, my fate!, kiss me, Vasu, don't stop, Kiss me, everywhere, I want you to kiss every inch of my body. Tonight, I want to take revenge on my husband, tonight I am giving you my soul and body", she was shivering. I started to shower kisses on her lips, eyes, shoulders, nape of her neck, her ear lobes, again on her shoulders, the small curls like gbang wine around her neck, then her sweet, sweat armpits, the musky hairs, then the breasts, I outlined them circularly starting from outer diameter and closing to her black nipples.
She shivered each instant, on each kiss, her hairs roused, the tiny hairs around her navel, they formed a small line like black ants going down, then the shaved triangle, the puffy pussy, then small track between it disappearing down, down. My lips encircled her clitoral region, then she forced me to walk to the wooden cot and we joined there in a warm hug. She was taking my penis in her hands and was cuddling it. The heat was on, I could feel my pre cum oozing from its tip.
Rubbing the tip of my phallus, she asked, "Vasu tell me a truth, have you fucked any girl with this?".
Fucked, did I do it with Villu, was it a real fucking, I preferred to say I did not. "No Geetha never", I said.
"Then what did you do with Villu?".
"No, we did not do it, we just licked each other", I said.
"So this is a virgin phallus, well then today you have to loose your cherry", she laughed.
"Shall I have to suck your phallus, it's a big one, but I will try if you want", Geetha said.
"No Geetha, you don't need, you were sucking my brother's all these days and now I don't want you to do same with me too, that too when all of your lips are bruised".
"Thanks, I too don't like it, but your brother insisted it every day, I obliged".
"The hell with that guy, forget him that brute", I said.
The rain started again, the wind was cold, the wooden windows crackled. She was lying stark naked with her legs spread like a mermaid, I was sitting on the cot thinking about next step...
"Watching rain, its nice", I said.
"Is it, move a bit, let me see the rain too!, we will sit here and watch rain, its coming again!", she sat by my side...
I moved a bit. The sky was dark, moody and sad sounds were raindrop songs. I once began to count the stars i almost had them all, then a clash of thunder rang and rain began to fall again. The closeness of Geetha's body began to make my desires rise once again. But I didn't want to exploit the tragic situation, so I moved a little bit so that our bodies did not touch.
"Why you are moving away, Vasu, now I am ready for doing anything with you but you are moving away. I don't want to live with a body not required by anybody, my husband doesn't need it, now you too are ignoring me, okay I want to cool, my body and mind both are overheated, I want it to cool down", she stood and went out to the drizzling rain.
The rain was getting stronger, she was walking in the rain, all wet, the towel had fallen somewhere, she was stark naked, she was not aware of that.
I moved to her and grabbed her, I could see her only when the thunder strikes and lightning streaks in the horizon. I grabbed her hand, and begged, "Didi you will catch cold, please come inside".
"No Vasu, I don't catch cold, I am all heat, come near me I will give you a present, I will give you a kiss, come near me", she came to me and kissed me right on my lips, her lips lingered in my mouth for sometime, I could taste blood and saliva, she gave away some spit to my mouth, I drank it. It tasted like camphor. I hugged her tight, I returned her the kiss.
"We will go inside, and I will make a fire, we can sit in the kitchen", I caught hold of her and pushed her inside the house and bolted the door.
We went to the kitchen and made a fire and we sat there in our wet clothes, "lets change dress". she went to her room, I followed her. I took a dry towel and applied to her wet hair, she stood like a child when her hair was dry, I began to dry her back then she lifted her hands and give room to me to dry her armpits. I dried her arms and then I could not resist my temptation to touch her hairy pits and I played with the long black pit hairs. When I dried her puts she moved me to stand in front of her and lifted her tits so that I could dry beneath those marvelous globes. There was some traces of water between those tits too, I sucked them with my towel and during the job I could not help touching her taut nipples. She did not mind it, so I curiously tried to pull them out, they were about half inch length in full tautness.
"Oh no!, its ticklish", she giggled and then she left her wet lungi and lo! She was stark naked standing before me only in her Thaali (Thaali is the name for a mangal-sutra, a necklace that a groom ties around the bride's neck in a ceremony called Mangalya Dharanam. - the string with a heart shaped locket) and nothing else. I was flabbergasted at the sight, the view for which I craved, I risked to voyeur was paraded before my eyes so close so pure so divinely and my angry lion hanging between my legs roared again.
"Why did you stop, dry me, dry my body, dry me everywhere, you promised to dry me", she was acting childish. The harsh sister in law now was a lamb before me. "Its getting colder, please dry me", she begged again.
"Okay, I will", I said and started rubbing her wetness using the damp towel. She stood like an Egyptian princess and I was her dark slave, who was drying her buttocks and the channel between those big buttocks. What a fine pair of butt, so firm, so well shaped, like a football cut into two pieces, I was sitting behind her drying her thundering thighs which were smooth like ivory towers. I dried her calves and heels and the leg, her foot fingers with trembling hands. Now her behind was well dried but still I had to dry her frontal. I offered the towel to her so that she could dry her extreme privates, which she treasured and never gave any chance to peek at.
"No, you have to do there, you do it for me, please", she was no shyer.
I kneeled before her and she put her feet on my thighs and put a hand on my head to keep balance. Her pussy, with its beautiful folds, neatly shaved so as to please her ass-fucking husband, I applied the towel between her pussy folds, the smell of her pussy, the smell of camphor when sublimed. The smell of pinewood her pussy was a divine mixture of smells, some parts smelled of yadley powder and some parts sandalwood paste. I dried her thighs and the triangle interior as well as the exterior, the smell was intoxicating and the slave inside me was begging to lick the nectar from the triangle.
"Do I smell nice?", she asked.
"Yes, its talcum powder, isn't it", I asked.
"Its me, its my sweet pussy, the pussy for which all the village men craved which your brother earned but never used", she was whispering.
"Its anyway intoxicating, I feel I have smoked a ganja beedi", I said. I tried to stand up and move away as it was sure that she would notice the commotion in my lap. The phallus was in its ninety degree angle.
"Don't go so easily, What is this", she touched my phallus.
"No its nothing, sorry I forgot you are my brother's wife, I just could not suppress it", I stammered.
"So you failed, you preached you don't need me, you wont use me, you are brotherly ha ha,ha, now what is this I see", she grabbed my phallus and measured it in her soft palm and it was getting bigger and bigger.
"Now I will dry you, give me the towel", she took it and began to dry my chest, armpits and her fingers lingered on my small nipples while drying. "Now you are cold, lets warm you, stand between my legs, yes, let your big tool get hot, I am giving me to you, voluntarily, willfully, will you accept this?", she asked.
Accept her, who won't, I was standing between her legs and my phallus was rubbing her navel region. She was a Greek goddess half kneeled and I stood like statue of David, but with a bigger penis.
"Kiss me, Vasu!! kiss me, I want a good kiss", she asked.
I hugged her, took her sweet lips between my lips, I kissed, the deep bruises invoked pain she writhed when my lips made contact with her swollen full lips. "My brother, he beat you a lot", I said.
"What to do, my fate!, kiss me, Vasu, don't stop, Kiss me, everywhere, I want you to kiss every inch of my body. Tonight, I want to take revenge on my husband, tonight I am giving you my soul and body", she was shivering. I started to shower kisses on her lips, eyes, shoulders, nape of her neck, her ear lobes, again on her shoulders, the small curls like gbang wine around her neck, then her sweet, sweat armpits, the musky hairs, then the breasts, I outlined them circularly starting from outer diameter and closing to her black nipples.
She shivered each instant, on each kiss, her hairs roused, the tiny hairs around her navel, they formed a small line like black ants going down, then the shaved triangle, the puffy pussy, then small track between it disappearing down, down. My lips encircled her clitoral region, then she forced me to walk to the wooden cot and we joined there in a warm hug. She was taking my penis in her hands and was cuddling it. The heat was on, I could feel my pre cum oozing from its tip.
Rubbing the tip of my phallus, she asked, "Vasu tell me a truth, have you fucked any girl with this?".
Fucked, did I do it with Villu, was it a real fucking, I preferred to say I did not. "No Geetha never", I said.
"Then what did you do with Villu?".
"No, we did not do it, we just licked each other", I said.
"So this is a virgin phallus, well then today you have to loose your cherry", she laughed.
"Shall I have to suck your phallus, it's a big one, but I will try if you want", Geetha said.
"No Geetha, you don't need, you were sucking my brother's all these days and now I don't want you to do same with me too, that too when all of your lips are bruised".
"Thanks, I too don't like it, but your brother insisted it every day, I obliged".
"The hell with that guy, forget him that brute", I said.
The rain started again, the wind was cold, the wooden windows crackled. She was lying stark naked with her legs spread like a mermaid, I was sitting on the cot thinking about next step...
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