07-02-2019, 03:26 PM
THE STORY :
"Kanaara? Did you say, Kanaara? Where in the hell is that?"
That was my dear wife Vani when I told her of my placement as new Development Officer of one of the prestigious Insurance Companies of India. We were a happy couple, married for one year. Now that I had finished my training as D.O. and she had cleared her B. Ed., we were out in the open to conquer the world.
"It's a small town of sixty thousand, some 200 Km east of Vapi."
"I don't want to go in a remote corner where you have no life of any kind including no potential for growth."
"There is such potential, You get on the job experience at a higher rate of salary. Besides it is right in the middle of mango zone."
That did it, Vani could go miles even to smell a good mango. She put aside all the negative aspects of living in a small town and we moved to a modest house rented by the Company by the middle of May. Luckily she got a job of a teacher in local high college
No sooner we moved in than a bevy of neighbors poured in offering help, unwanted advice, guidance and such. They enquired about our background, profession, our income, our families, and expressed genuine concern of us not having a baby even after a year of marriage. By evening time I was expecting someone to ask me the size of my pecker and frequency of our fucking. Well, nobody did.
It did not take much time for us to settle. Being recently married sex was foremost on our minds. We fucked, masturbated self and mutual, tried different positions, variations, modalities described in the books and some more. Only things left out were incest, bestiality and group sex. We had several discussions on these subjects but in general we decided against them.
Pardon me, I forgot to tell you about us. My name is Vishok Shah. I am 28, five feet eight with weight of 160 pounds. I am muscular with deep chest, thin waist and tight butt. My dick when erect is eight inches long and almost two inches thick. The shaft is straight like an arrow with a mushroom head covered with foreskin. I have big balls in a tight sac; Vani loves to play with them marveling at their weight, shape and mobility.
Vani is slim five feet four weighing 120 pounds. She has darkish complexion with creamy smooth skin. Her face is oblong with big dark eyes and full lips. Her boobs are perfect hemispheres of medium size. The areolas and nipples are more darkish but very small in size and very sensitive to touch.
The best part of her body is her incredible chut, capable of milking my lund to orgasm in a matter of seconds. Her vulva is darkish and looks small for a woman of 25. The major labia are rather thin and the slit between them is only three inches long. Because of thin labia her clitoris appears prominent even when it is an inch long. Her chut is a wonderful affair. In spite of its petite size it has victoriously born the onslaught of my raging lund once, twice or sometimes three times a day for a whole year of our married life. Vani initially ignorant of the capability off her chut has learned a lot and learned fast. Now she can easily lead me to an orgasm by the milking action of her internal muscles on my otherwise immobile lund rooted in her delicious chut.
Both of us were virgins at the time of our marriage, though familiar with orgasm through masturbation. On first night we had straight fuck three times but nothing exotic. The experimentation started after about ten days when the wound in Vani's chut was well healed. The first thing we tried was mutual oral sex. I loved it, she did not like it. We tried different aasanas of KamSutra. There again I like missionary position while she prefers rear entry. As a result every time we fuck, we do it in both positions, one after the other. We never openly talked about sex amongst our friends except few dirty jokes here and there.
In Kanaara the college reopened in the middle of June. By that time I was busy with some six Agents working in the field. We had less free time during the days but the nights and week ends were ours; my cock and her pussy would then work overtime.
One day one of my agents asked for my help in interviewing a rather difficult but highly lucrative client. He was a local businessman doing fairly well in stock and bonds. He was of my age, married but without children and totally uninsured. The agent was looking forwards to a fat commission by insuring him. Two other agents had tried without success.
We, that is, I and the agent went to see him at his residence in the evening. His name was Munir Ahmad Khurej. He turned out to be a very sharp and knowledgeable person. He received us warmly and discussed insurance for half an hour. In the end he agreed for a life policy of twenty lac rupees. The agent quickly finished the paperwork and we were ready to go when Munir Seth said, "Aji, aise kaise jayenge aap chai piye bina?" (How will you go without taking tea?)
We had to relent. We departed after tea.
A week after that I happened to run into him in the street. Vani was with me. I introduced them and after preliminary greetings etc he said, "Shah Sahab, kabhi tashrif laayiye hamare garib khane pe, bahenji ke saath." (Shah saheb. be a guest sometime at our poor abode along with respected sister.)
Vani at this point smiled seductively and said "Seth Ji, first you be our guests with your wife day after to morrow. It is his birthday."
He came rather late in the evening along with his lovely wife Nusrat Jehan bringing a gift of silk shirt. He apologized for being late and added, "But we are not in a hurry to go. Come late go late."
Munir and Nusrat were a couple made in haven. He was hefty six footer weighing at least 160 pounds. His rugged features were source of attraction to women of all ages. To save himself from unwanted advances from females he kept his contacts to a minimal and was considered reserved and haughty. In fact he was just the opposite when in company of his well selected friends. Unlike other businessmen his interests were not limited only to the money; he was open minded and full of life.
Nusrat, his wife was a porcelain doll, petite in size, delicate and with transparent peachy skin. She had a baby face, big dark eyes, small straight nose and lips that did not require any lipstick. She would pass as a college girl but for her full rounded boobs and heavy hips.
That evening, after the other guests departed we spent four hours of wonderful time together, eating, drinking, joking and talking about everything under the sun, That lead to consolidation of a firm friendship during next six months. Vani and Nusrat also got along very well.
One year had passed of our stay in Kanaara. It was season of mangos again. Munir admonished me against buying mangoes, he took it upon himself to send us the best mangoes from his own farm. Vani was overwhelmed.
One day Munir came to my office for some information. I called in for tea. While shifting papers on my desk to make room I dropped some on the floor. Amongst them was a pictorial book of Kama Sutra of Vatsayana translated by Sir Richard Burton. Munir saw it, picked it up and asked me, "You are interested in reading such books?"
"Yes, very much so. I read them with Vani and put into practice what we can, Is there anything wrong in it?"
"Certainly not. In fact we, that is Nisi and me also do the same thing. But I don't think I have seen this book; may I borrow it?"
"Oh yes, take it and keep it as long as you wish."
That opened the door for exchange of 'hot' books and magazines. Vani was tickled to see pictures of some of the big cocks fucking young chicks.
(Clarification : This story relates to early sixties when CD was not known at least in rural India; video tapes had just come in.)
"Kanaara? Did you say, Kanaara? Where in the hell is that?"
That was my dear wife Vani when I told her of my placement as new Development Officer of one of the prestigious Insurance Companies of India. We were a happy couple, married for one year. Now that I had finished my training as D.O. and she had cleared her B. Ed., we were out in the open to conquer the world.
"It's a small town of sixty thousand, some 200 Km east of Vapi."
"I don't want to go in a remote corner where you have no life of any kind including no potential for growth."
"There is such potential, You get on the job experience at a higher rate of salary. Besides it is right in the middle of mango zone."
That did it, Vani could go miles even to smell a good mango. She put aside all the negative aspects of living in a small town and we moved to a modest house rented by the Company by the middle of May. Luckily she got a job of a teacher in local high college
No sooner we moved in than a bevy of neighbors poured in offering help, unwanted advice, guidance and such. They enquired about our background, profession, our income, our families, and expressed genuine concern of us not having a baby even after a year of marriage. By evening time I was expecting someone to ask me the size of my pecker and frequency of our fucking. Well, nobody did.
It did not take much time for us to settle. Being recently married sex was foremost on our minds. We fucked, masturbated self and mutual, tried different positions, variations, modalities described in the books and some more. Only things left out were incest, bestiality and group sex. We had several discussions on these subjects but in general we decided against them.
Pardon me, I forgot to tell you about us. My name is Vishok Shah. I am 28, five feet eight with weight of 160 pounds. I am muscular with deep chest, thin waist and tight butt. My dick when erect is eight inches long and almost two inches thick. The shaft is straight like an arrow with a mushroom head covered with foreskin. I have big balls in a tight sac; Vani loves to play with them marveling at their weight, shape and mobility.
Vani is slim five feet four weighing 120 pounds. She has darkish complexion with creamy smooth skin. Her face is oblong with big dark eyes and full lips. Her boobs are perfect hemispheres of medium size. The areolas and nipples are more darkish but very small in size and very sensitive to touch.
The best part of her body is her incredible chut, capable of milking my lund to orgasm in a matter of seconds. Her vulva is darkish and looks small for a woman of 25. The major labia are rather thin and the slit between them is only three inches long. Because of thin labia her clitoris appears prominent even when it is an inch long. Her chut is a wonderful affair. In spite of its petite size it has victoriously born the onslaught of my raging lund once, twice or sometimes three times a day for a whole year of our married life. Vani initially ignorant of the capability off her chut has learned a lot and learned fast. Now she can easily lead me to an orgasm by the milking action of her internal muscles on my otherwise immobile lund rooted in her delicious chut.
Both of us were virgins at the time of our marriage, though familiar with orgasm through masturbation. On first night we had straight fuck three times but nothing exotic. The experimentation started after about ten days when the wound in Vani's chut was well healed. The first thing we tried was mutual oral sex. I loved it, she did not like it. We tried different aasanas of KamSutra. There again I like missionary position while she prefers rear entry. As a result every time we fuck, we do it in both positions, one after the other. We never openly talked about sex amongst our friends except few dirty jokes here and there.
In Kanaara the college reopened in the middle of June. By that time I was busy with some six Agents working in the field. We had less free time during the days but the nights and week ends were ours; my cock and her pussy would then work overtime.
One day one of my agents asked for my help in interviewing a rather difficult but highly lucrative client. He was a local businessman doing fairly well in stock and bonds. He was of my age, married but without children and totally uninsured. The agent was looking forwards to a fat commission by insuring him. Two other agents had tried without success.
We, that is, I and the agent went to see him at his residence in the evening. His name was Munir Ahmad Khurej. He turned out to be a very sharp and knowledgeable person. He received us warmly and discussed insurance for half an hour. In the end he agreed for a life policy of twenty lac rupees. The agent quickly finished the paperwork and we were ready to go when Munir Seth said, "Aji, aise kaise jayenge aap chai piye bina?" (How will you go without taking tea?)
We had to relent. We departed after tea.
A week after that I happened to run into him in the street. Vani was with me. I introduced them and after preliminary greetings etc he said, "Shah Sahab, kabhi tashrif laayiye hamare garib khane pe, bahenji ke saath." (Shah saheb. be a guest sometime at our poor abode along with respected sister.)
Vani at this point smiled seductively and said "Seth Ji, first you be our guests with your wife day after to morrow. It is his birthday."
He came rather late in the evening along with his lovely wife Nusrat Jehan bringing a gift of silk shirt. He apologized for being late and added, "But we are not in a hurry to go. Come late go late."
Munir and Nusrat were a couple made in haven. He was hefty six footer weighing at least 160 pounds. His rugged features were source of attraction to women of all ages. To save himself from unwanted advances from females he kept his contacts to a minimal and was considered reserved and haughty. In fact he was just the opposite when in company of his well selected friends. Unlike other businessmen his interests were not limited only to the money; he was open minded and full of life.
Nusrat, his wife was a porcelain doll, petite in size, delicate and with transparent peachy skin. She had a baby face, big dark eyes, small straight nose and lips that did not require any lipstick. She would pass as a college girl but for her full rounded boobs and heavy hips.
That evening, after the other guests departed we spent four hours of wonderful time together, eating, drinking, joking and talking about everything under the sun, That lead to consolidation of a firm friendship during next six months. Vani and Nusrat also got along very well.
One year had passed of our stay in Kanaara. It was season of mangos again. Munir admonished me against buying mangoes, he took it upon himself to send us the best mangoes from his own farm. Vani was overwhelmed.
One day Munir came to my office for some information. I called in for tea. While shifting papers on my desk to make room I dropped some on the floor. Amongst them was a pictorial book of Kama Sutra of Vatsayana translated by Sir Richard Burton. Munir saw it, picked it up and asked me, "You are interested in reading such books?"
"Yes, very much so. I read them with Vani and put into practice what we can, Is there anything wrong in it?"
"Certainly not. In fact we, that is Nisi and me also do the same thing. But I don't think I have seen this book; may I borrow it?"
"Oh yes, take it and keep it as long as you wish."
That opened the door for exchange of 'hot' books and magazines. Vani was tickled to see pictures of some of the big cocks fucking young chicks.
(Clarification : This story relates to early sixties when CD was not known at least in rural India; video tapes had just come in.)
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