Adultery Shyam, Savita Bhabhi And Kajal

[Darksam]

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...


***

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...

****

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.

"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...

****

"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!"
"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...

****

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...

****

"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.

"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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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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.
"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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