08-03-2019, 01:34 PM
Talk and Action Ch. 12
Sunil finally reached Nalini's place. For months she had been teasing him. It started with her innocence which was seductive in itself. She was careless with her dressing when she came on Skype and Sunil was fully titillated by the exhibitionist in her.
And slowly but surely he seduced her and taught her things. As time passed and Sunil proved to be a virtual lover, Nalini needed the real thing and took the lessons she learned to her husband. And then she took on real lovers- students of her husband who were only too glad to practice their sexual skills on the voluptuous, buxom wife of their math professor.
Some of the young men were ardent and there was at least one who was a bulky and animal fuck-machine. She enjoyed them all, on most occasions giving Sunil a ringside view of her escapades by Skype.
The most delicious sensuous one was the young girl – her first lesbian. She and her husband took her and it was a wild threesome. On that girl's prodding Nalini took on the education of her nephew.
And now, when Sunil arrived, she had a full house. Her nephew Nikhil was staying. And the two of them had fucked through the night. The professor was like a man possessed: he obsessed with only two things: his math classes and fucking his wife and the girl student.
There was only one guest room which was taken by the nephew. She had him move to a makeshift bed and gave the guest room to Sunil. The air was damp with the odors of sex. The professor felt it. The nephew felt it. And so did Nalini. Each felt that he or she felt that way because they knew of the encounters; actually everyone felt it.
The smells and drench of sex was very much in the air.
And tonight it was Sunil's turn. Or so he thought. But Nalini knew better. Her cunt had been a bubbling cauldron in anticipation of the fucking her long-lost, visiting college friend Sunil was due for. But she knew the professor would be looking for her. HE had got used to a daily diet of sex. And then there was the newly unleashed nephew.
If Nalini had known Sunil was arriving, she might not have taken on Nikhil. But Sunil had just shown up. If the previous night she had spent with Nikhil, her nephew, this night belonged to Sunil. Erotic Sunil, who had unleashed the woman in her in full. She knew she had teased him to the limits; she owed him.
But Nikhil had only just had his first taste of sex. He was eager and insatiable too, being just 18. He was convinced that he was in love with his aunt.
Nalini planned dinner early. She needed time for the long evening and night ahead. Professor liked his dinner early and now had added a routine of fucking before going to bed. Nikhil liked the early start to the evening. He hoped like the previous night, his aunt would put the professor to bed and spend the rest of the night with him. And Sunil hoped for a rendezvous, too.
Tonight, Nalini tried to be quick with her husband. As she cleared up after dinner, he came up behind her and slid his hands under her top to cup her heavy breasts. "Come!" he whispered.
She brushed him aside. "Not tonight!" she hissed. "I have to organize things for our visitor!"
"But I must have you," he insisted, letting go of her as the nephew came in with some of the dishes he had cleared.
It was half an hour more before she could go to her bedroom to change. Sunil sat on the hall sofa flipping channels while he and the professor engaged in idle chitchat.
She changed out of her kurta salwar into her nightdress. She did not take off her undergarments. It was meant to be a precise night. Husband and nephew were to be managed and she was going to find time for Sunil. Soft breasts, nipples poking, and the absence of a panty-line: none of these suggestive indications were to distract her from goal: Sunil. The man who had unleashed her deserved his rewards.
And yet, as she neared the door of her room, she found herself ambushed by the professor.
"What is it?" she asked imploringly. He took her hand and guided it to his erection. Something caught her throat. He was experiencing a renewed vigor ever since their new adventures and the research student girl who had joined their bed. She never really denied the professor anything. His requirement for sex was similar to a need for food; she never ever said no.
Sunil finally reached Nalini's place. For months she had been teasing him. It started with her innocence which was seductive in itself. She was careless with her dressing when she came on Skype and Sunil was fully titillated by the exhibitionist in her.
And slowly but surely he seduced her and taught her things. As time passed and Sunil proved to be a virtual lover, Nalini needed the real thing and took the lessons she learned to her husband. And then she took on real lovers- students of her husband who were only too glad to practice their sexual skills on the voluptuous, buxom wife of their math professor.
Some of the young men were ardent and there was at least one who was a bulky and animal fuck-machine. She enjoyed them all, on most occasions giving Sunil a ringside view of her escapades by Skype.
The most delicious sensuous one was the young girl – her first lesbian. She and her husband took her and it was a wild threesome. On that girl's prodding Nalini took on the education of her nephew.
And now, when Sunil arrived, she had a full house. Her nephew Nikhil was staying. And the two of them had fucked through the night. The professor was like a man possessed: he obsessed with only two things: his math classes and fucking his wife and the girl student.
There was only one guest room which was taken by the nephew. She had him move to a makeshift bed and gave the guest room to Sunil. The air was damp with the odors of sex. The professor felt it. The nephew felt it. And so did Nalini. Each felt that he or she felt that way because they knew of the encounters; actually everyone felt it.
The smells and drench of sex was very much in the air.
And tonight it was Sunil's turn. Or so he thought. But Nalini knew better. Her cunt had been a bubbling cauldron in anticipation of the fucking her long-lost, visiting college friend Sunil was due for. But she knew the professor would be looking for her. HE had got used to a daily diet of sex. And then there was the newly unleashed nephew.
If Nalini had known Sunil was arriving, she might not have taken on Nikhil. But Sunil had just shown up. If the previous night she had spent with Nikhil, her nephew, this night belonged to Sunil. Erotic Sunil, who had unleashed the woman in her in full. She knew she had teased him to the limits; she owed him.
But Nikhil had only just had his first taste of sex. He was eager and insatiable too, being just 18. He was convinced that he was in love with his aunt.
Nalini planned dinner early. She needed time for the long evening and night ahead. Professor liked his dinner early and now had added a routine of fucking before going to bed. Nikhil liked the early start to the evening. He hoped like the previous night, his aunt would put the professor to bed and spend the rest of the night with him. And Sunil hoped for a rendezvous, too.
Tonight, Nalini tried to be quick with her husband. As she cleared up after dinner, he came up behind her and slid his hands under her top to cup her heavy breasts. "Come!" he whispered.
She brushed him aside. "Not tonight!" she hissed. "I have to organize things for our visitor!"
"But I must have you," he insisted, letting go of her as the nephew came in with some of the dishes he had cleared.
It was half an hour more before she could go to her bedroom to change. Sunil sat on the hall sofa flipping channels while he and the professor engaged in idle chitchat.
She changed out of her kurta salwar into her nightdress. She did not take off her undergarments. It was meant to be a precise night. Husband and nephew were to be managed and she was going to find time for Sunil. Soft breasts, nipples poking, and the absence of a panty-line: none of these suggestive indications were to distract her from goal: Sunil. The man who had unleashed her deserved his rewards.
And yet, as she neared the door of her room, she found herself ambushed by the professor.
"What is it?" she asked imploringly. He took her hand and guided it to his erection. Something caught her throat. He was experiencing a renewed vigor ever since their new adventures and the research student girl who had joined their bed. She never really denied the professor anything. His requirement for sex was similar to a need for food; she never ever said no.
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