ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Sanghmitra - Getting Even

I follow a dictum in life - Don't get cross, get even.

Two things happened in Sanghmitra's tale till now. She was enjoying the attention and also flirting with me. Then she followed it up by enjoying the foreplay to an extent that she started giving me a blowjob. And then her guilt pangs kicked in. Her tone was not accusatory but I made it clear to her that I felt that in her hearts she was blaming me for the intimacy we developed while she was an equal partner to the same.

Delhi is unusually hot in May. And 10PM by Delhi standards is not late in upper middle class colonies. Lot of people are either reaching home, having dinner or are just having a night walk. And it was around 10PM that I rang the doorbell, fully knowing that she and her daughter stay alone and just few minutes back she had confirmed that her daughter had slept off. Which was also natural as the kid had an early morning college.

Delhi houses has another peculiarity. Generally people have two doors. One Wooden which opens inside the house and the other meshed/ netted steel framed and Steel grilled door which opens on the outside. The houseowner first opens the wooden door to see who is on door before opening the other door.

So in less than a minute of my ringing the door bell, lights flicked on in the drawing room of Sanghmitra's house and then the wooden door opened. From the grill, I saw her wearing a sleeveless nightgown and a towel dbangd from one shoulder to cover her big boobs. It was a Kodak moment. She was frozen there not knowing what to do. Actually five minutes back even I could not have imagined that I will be standing there like that.

I rang the door bell again and she opened the other door, letting me in. She looked around to see, whether any neighbor was looking someone coming in and then closed both doors. She had a big house thanks to her husband but only a part of it was operative. Her drawing room in which the main door opened had a Sofa and as is common in Bengali Households a big wooden single bed on a side. The TV was on one side and there was a passage to enter the bedrooms and kitchen. The drawing room did not have any AC but had a desert cooler and two fans. The only AC of the house was in one of the bedrooms in which the mother and daughter slept.

I had to seize the moment and I asked her, why she hung up the phone on me. She mumbled something and kept her finger on the mouth, I took it as a sign that she does not want her daughter to be raised. I walked in and closed the door of her bedroom and came back in the drawing room. She was sitting on the center table with her head in her palms.

I asked her again, why she hang the phone on me and she looked up tears almost in the corner of her eyes. A damsel in distress is usually a pretty sight and this one was no different. With her loose sleeveless nightie and towel dbangd which was giving way and showing her massive cleavage and she was surely not wearing any bra. She was sans any makeup and her hair were just running wild on the side of her face as I had switched on the fan and Desert Cooler which was exactly behind her. On the other hand I was in a loose T shirt and Payajamas under which I was not wearing an underwear and seemed totally in control as if I was the owner of that house.

I moved further and tried to lift her from her awkward seat on the centre table and hug her. She resisted my effort for sometime but then my arms were wrapped around her. And then I felt her one arm wrapping on my lower back. No words were necessary when I picked her other arm and it also automatically wrapped behind me. Now we two were hugging each other in her drawing room while she was sobbing a little.

I pushed up her chin and kissed one tear which was trickling from the side of her eye and placed my lips on those luscious lips. All resistance was evaporating by the minute. When I pulled on the towel which was now in her arms, a small struggle happened but even that evaporated when I placed my other hand on her bums and pushed my pelvis in hers. She must have felt a massive bulge on her lower belly when I did it.

In no time we were on the wooden bed in her drawing room with me kissing her madly on her lips, neck, ears, eyes and opening one button of her loose nightie at a time. When I took one of those massive heaves in my mouth and my thump and index finger played with the erect nipple of other a moan escaped her lips.

For next 10-15 minutes I kept on licking, kissing and mauling her till her hand slipped on her own to my erect rod over my payajamas, which already had a wet spot. I guided the hand in my payajamas and she held the erect dick softly at first and then started stroking it.

When I tried to touch her pussy, she forbade me as she was menstruating and foolish me in the hurry was not carrying any condoms.

While she was stroking the dick with me laying half on top of her, I asked in her ears, "Bada hai?" She blushed turned her head on other side and there was a small shy smile on her lips.

I got up from the bed and helped her get up as well, I slipped my payajamas and guided her face on my dick. She hungrily took the tip of my dick in her mouth, pulled back and spat on a side. Then she polished my glance with her open nightie till all traces of my pre-cum was sucked by the cloth and took it again in her mouth. She was not a good sucker but tried her level best to give me pleasure.

Soon we changed positions. Now I was sitting on the bed and she was sitting in front of bed on her knees. In between she removed her nightie and her massive boobs were pressed by me.

At some stage during this sucking, I got bored with her unskilled behavior. I was little drunk, thirsty and what all and she was not going to fuck me that night. I took control of my dick and started masturbating and shoot my load on her stunned but content face.

She removed all cum from her face using her own nightie and I moved out of her house content. I was expecting another sob call at night but there was none. Next morning it was little difficult to talk to her. But in the evening I brought her home and she gave me another blowjob.

The same routine followed the next day as well, but this time I pumped her mouth by making her lie down almost face fucking her despite her protests and cummed in her mouth, she spat that immediately on the floor and carpet, staining my carpet.

I asked her how bigger is mine than Shantanu, she pointed from her hand, that Shantanu's dick was almost 3/4 th of her hand and mine crossed her complete hand and touched her wrist.

However, I had to wait to fuck her for sometime as I had a heat stroke the next day when I cummed in her mouth and was hospitalized.

How it happened and what happened, would be part of next episode.




Sanghmitra remained a roller coaster ride, and I am sure my readers are looking forward to more spicy adventures with her. So like usual, keep glued.