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[RRahul]

The Absence



When she awoke she was looking at an unfamiliar ceiling. She had to remind herself about where she was. Slowly she remembered. She was in Jayshree madam's house. The family had gone to the US for a month. But the son could not travel as he had a crucial college year. So, they asked her to change her work timings. She was required to make lunch, be there when the boy returned from college.

So that is where she was. In that house. Next, she realized that she had no clothes on. At all. Nor were any of her clothes in sight. In which room of the house was she? This was the guest room. And as she became more awake she became aware of the smells around her. Her own smells and the smells of ...

It was just the first day of the new timings. Laxmi had rejigged all the other house timings where she did work. She decided to give the young man a good lunch on the first day so that he felt reassured about the quality of her cooking. She made an excellent mutton curry and then there was nothing to do. She had to wait for Lokesh to return from college. As always, her feet were aching. It was stressful, walking from one house to another and then on her feet all day doing various house chores. She rarely got a moment to sit. But since Jayashree madam just wanted someone around the house, and since there was no one at home, there was nothing to do.

She liked that change. She lay down on the floor and put her feet up on the sofa to give her feet much deserved rest. One of the other ladies at whose house she worked had kindly taught her this as a way to rest her feet. Vipareeta-karni. You get close to the wall or sofa and put up your feet a good height. The blood flow to the head served as a great pick me up in less than ten minutes. And the feet felt rested too.

It was not easy to do, for Laxmi wore a saree most of the time. Putting her feet up meant the garment fell back, exposing her legs and the lower part of the body. Living in a crowded small tenement that was not so easy to do. And she had a body worth lusting over. Even though she was technically a grandmother, that was only because she had been married young; and so had her daughter.

At forty-something, her body was sculpted and toned by years of housework in the various places she worked as a maid. Being a single woman meant she was open to approach by an assortment of lustful men. And having been widowed a while ago she did have those needs. But only when she wanted. And exposing her body was not an option.

Today she could.

By the time Lokesh reached home, Laxmi's Vipareeta-karani had hit and she was lost to the world, asleep. In any case, food was not on Lokesh's mind. He had the freedom of an empty house and was hungry to go look up what a friend had told him was really sexy and worth watching on YouTube. That did not mean he missed Laxmi lying there. Her head was towards the door he entered from with his key and her feet were on the sofa opposite. Her knees were showing as the saree had slipped. But what really caught his eye was her chest: breasts partially covered by the saree but for a good part exposed. Rising and falling with her gentle snoring.

For a young man with no real sexual experience breasts are a fascinating sight. The size, the shape, the texture - nothing mattered. That there were breasts to see was sufficient. Not that Laxmi was poorly endowed. She had nice sumptuous breasts. But nor were they large mammaries of every teen fantasy.

Lokesh's mind was on masturbation throughout his ride home. His friend had told him about a movie to watch and he was keen to get on with that. He continued to eye Laxmi as he went to his room to turn on his computer and look at those lascivious scenes to which he could masturbate.

It did not take him long to find as he was used to hunting down more and more sexy stuff to watch on the internet. And there it was. Wow! He had never seen something like this before. Somewhere halfway down the movie The Handmaiden two women were making lesbian love. Both were seated and the one on top was fisting the one below. The moans filled the room as the women were moaning, squealing and cumming - voices and noises mixed. It was in Korean but not that the language mattered.

He watched fascinated. The lovemaking continued. The scene was longer, much, much longer than similar scenes in most movies. As was his habit Lokesh waited till his cock was so hard and demanding that he simply had to touch himself. When one of the women ducked between the other's legs, it was too much to bear. The moment to stroke himself to a gushing cum was upon him. He slid his trouser down and his cock sprang up to attention; for attention.

That was also the moment Laxmi came looking on hearing the unusual sounds from the boy's room. Since Lokesh had turned the sound up to listen carefully to the exciting sounds of ecstasy he did not hear her open the room door. And the moment Laxmi entered the room her eyes went to the screen of the computer. She saw one body lying between the legs of a woman laid back. She was taken aback when the screen showed the face of a woman between those legs. That face was wet with the fluids of the other woman. She was transfixed. But so was Lokesh fascinated - he had never seen such a realistic shot. Nobody's face ever showed the wetness from eating a woman that was seen in this movie.

His cock was throbbing and he gently slid his hand up and down, groaning at the pleasure it gave him. Meanwhile, the women on the screen lay side by side and each tucked her head between the thighs of the other. The shot was from the top as the women merged into a 69 position while lying on their sides. Lokesh continued to stroke himself slowly, steadily. Then the women on the screen got into a different position. Pussies were pressed into each other and they hammered each other with their bodies. The moment of super-excitement came when both clasped hands so they could get support to fuck really hard.

Clutching at each other's hands, looking into each other's eyes, the two women fucked each other. Pussies rubbed and smeared. Lips must be caressing each other, splayed open with stimulation and lust. Unseen by the camera but seen in the eye of the mind, Lokesh imagined how those pussies were pulsing. They really needed to fill their pussies and here he was without someone to fuck! He groaned, desperate at having to make do with his hand.

Laxmi was fascinated as she was aroused. And she knew what the boy was doing. She felt like touching herself which is what she did many a time. There were enough men in her circle who had an eye on her luscious body. She was a pretty woman with the firm taut body of a working woman. She had a few that liked to fuck her. It was plain and simple sex, for them and for her. And yet, the woman in her never sought them out. It was they who came to her with their lust. She took her satisfaction when it came and from where it came. And left it at that. Men were trouble. And all of them were married. Double trouble.

She looked over Lokesh's shoulder and saw him stroke himself. The young man's cock was like any of the many she had seen. As it was with her breasts for the young man's eye, so it was with the cock for her eyes. It mattered that it was a cock; nothing else mattered.

Her hand joined his. She leaned over him from behind and the other hand went to his mouth to stifle him but to reassure him, too. She slipped fingers into his mouth, playing with his tongue as she stroked his cock. He turned around to see who it was and their eyes locked. Lokesh groaned and rubbed his face against her chest. His cock was in her hand now as Lokesh grasped at her body turning around in his chair as much as he could. She pumped down and his cockhead swelled, red and glistening. One more and his cum shot up. Her mouth involuntarily opened and her lips made a shape as if to take in the cock and its erupting white shots. Her head reared and jerked in unison with the convulsions of the cock. It was not a conscious act on her part. It was just how engrossed she was watching the thrusting and pulsing cock.

Gobs and gobs of cum flowed over her hand and down. Sounds of Lokesh groaning joined the chorus from the computer. The women on screen were cumming along with Lokesh here. Only Laxmi seemed left out. In his ecstasy, the boy's teeth had sunk into her breast but she didn't mind, somewhat protected from the harshness of the bite by her clothing. He stood up and when she removed her hand he quickly brought it back on his ever-pulsing cock. He made sure she kept stroking him. He hugged her and thrust into her hand repeatedly. When he stopped spewing he simply told her, "I need you. Let's fuck."

She needed the fucking, too. She was aroused for sure. It had been weeks since she had fucked one of those random men. And what she saw on the computer had caused her juices to flow even though she was largely unfamiliar with how one woman could pleasure another. And then this young man's virility all on display. But.

"Can you do anything?" she asked as her face caressed the boy's. He guided her hand to his still ramrod-stiff cock.

"Mmmmm," she murmured. He might not be able to cum so soon but that was to her advantage she thought to herself. She wanted to be fucked.

"Come," she whispered. And instead of showing the single-minded focus on possessing her pussy with his cock, his attention went straight to her breasts. He kissed the slopes and very incompetently tried to work the hooks open. He was not going to succeed anytime soon. She simply undid the hooks and pulled his face to her bosom. While he kissed and licked the more open slopes now, she undid her bra clasp. Heaven was open to him as he slathered her breasts with his saliva. Hungry lips sucked in the nipples setting Laxmi's pussy aflame.

No doubt Jayashree madam had asked her to look after the son. But she cannot have had this in mind. The prim older lady's son was just another lusty lad like any other.

The sucking continued for long till Laxmi gently had to remind him, "Don't you want to fuck?"

She pulled at her saree till it fell to the floor and now only the petticoat stood between Lokesh and his lifetime dream of a wet cunt to nest his cock in. she turned around to undo its cord. Lokesh kissed her bare back feverishly. Laxmi felt his hot and wet kisses and shivered: the men who took her did nothing for her. It was just animal fucking. That had its charm. But this was delicious. Her nipples stood hard and erect and now that her petticoat was undone she pulled it up over her breasts like many Indian women did while bathing.

Much of her body that Lokesh was lipping was now covered by that garment. She held his hand and led him to his single bed. Just enough for one person and another lying on top. They sat down next to each other and she looked down at his bobbing cock. "Do you know what to do?" she asked. He shook his head. No.

"Do you want to be on top of me?" she asked. No response. "Do you want me on top?" she asked. His mind went to the clips he had seen where the woman road the man to a climax. His hand snaked under the petticoat to feel her breasts. His palm stroked the nipple. She gasped. She swung her legs over and lay back. "Come on top," she instructed him.

He kneeled between her legs, his cock dangling. It was then that she took note of it. He was super-large from the excitement of a first fuck, all bulging and spongy. "Is it your first time?" she asked. He nodded. His cock was dripping onto her body below. He lowered his head to her breasts and licked them, long lazy strokes of his tongue. Her body trembled with excitement. She needed the fuck.

"Get between my legs," she urged him. He looked down at his cock, large and ready - but numbing from the swelling. She reached down and held him. And she tugged him by his cock close to her lips. "Push," she whispered, urgently. He thrust himself at her, aimlessly, clueless about where his target lay. He slid along her stomach and both of them groaned.

"Wait, wait, wait," she said hoarsely. She pushed him back and straddled him. Holding his cock firmly she brought her pussy over its target. And she sank down, shivering and stammering loudly, "Lokesh!" she groaned.

Holding him, she rolled over and now had him on top. Her stallion. Her young stud of a stallion.

"Now! Fuck me!" she commanded. He pulled back and felt almost stuck inside her - so heavily swollen was he. HE had never seen himself so large either. He thrust a bit, eyes wide.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she urged him on in desperation. He pulled back too far; he lost her; he thrust forward again missing his target.

This time she was able to guide him back without having to mount him. Then he thrust better - shallow quick thrusts, learning how to find her. And Laxmi needed the cock so much that she thrust back at him every time he pulled back. Lokesh groaned loudly and started to call out to her, "Laxmi amma!" he called out in desperation. She was so good!

"Yes Lokesh, my boy," she responded. He pounded away as pleasure returned to his numb cock. Laxmi was throwing herself around and up at him as pleasure ripped through her body. Her legs wrapped around his hips and she held on to his shoulders. The boy came into her and filled her. She did not feel that she was done. She could do with more fucking. The boy became a man in that instant. And he slumped forward on her as his cumming took over his body and he could nothing but shudder in to her, wailing and calling out her name. Oh! How he loved this woman!

She pushed him off. His cock was undiminished. It was red from the exertion. His foreskin had pulled back behind his cock head and was stuck there. But it was unconquered.

"You have not eaten!" she said to him. "Come. Let me feed you," she said shyly. She dbangd just her saree around her body - no blouse, no bra, no petticoat. She went to the kitchen to get him food.

A little voice inside her head told her that she needed him nourished for her own bodily needs. Those sexual needs were barely meet in the first fuck of that youth's life. If the edge was off she could look forward to her own satiation. Suddenly all the tasks that Jayashree madam had told her to do for her son's sake were for Laxmi's own sake. She needed that body to satiate her own primal needs. And the mutton curry she had made with onion, garlic and spices would do his renewal a lot of good.

As she walked to the kitchen, Lokesh could see her body just covered by that the thin layer of saree. Her ass, the curves of her body, her breasts were all visible. More than being a layer of modesty it added a layer of seduction to a hot-blooded woman. Lokesh felt hungry. And it was not for lunch.


Six yards of saree wound around her supple body did more to accentuate her sexuality than hide anything. She went to get the mutton curry and rice for the young master whom she had only just deflowered, as it were.

As she stirred the curry to a simmer her mind was on the stirring inside her. Lokesh (whom she had called 'chinayya' or young master for years now) represented unbridled libido but also a certain sophisticated gentleness which she had never experienced before.

Her mind was specifically on the tender kisses he implanted on her bare back before the demands on his virgin body made him fuck her. The amateurishness and the quick release were no surprise for so young a man. Nor was his desire to fuck and ability to release so soon after having been masturbated to a finish.

And while her mind was on the spots on her back that came alive to his kisses, she took in her breath sharply for she felt it again. It was not in her mind. Lokesh had come up behind her. There was just a band of soft cotton going diagonally across that beautiful expanse of flesh, leaving much of it open. He could even see the bulge of the side of her breast before the saree stole away the sight from him.

No one had ever kissed her, much less in an area not associated with plain and simple fucking. The men in her social circle that she was likely to encounter just mounted her and pounded into her. In like fashion, she pounded into them. The vigor made up for the lack of finesse, sometimes leaving her wonderfully tired and relaxed, even if a bit sore. It was just sex.

The kisses on her back were something else. Lokesh kissed the middle of her back and she shivered. He gently pressed his lips up on each spot down the spine, sucking her till it released with a pop. She gasped. He moved lower. And lower. And lower. Her pussy melted and flowed. Already the accumulation of cum from him had seeped and saturated the clutch of cloth of the saree she had tucked between her thighs. Now she surged.

The waist of her saree stopped him whereas the lower part of her body had already been reduced to jelly and she had subtly spread her leg and was ready if he reached the cleft of her buttocks and went anywhere from there.

He did not. He traced the way back up. The knot at the back of her neck -- she did not know that it could send the same electric shock that she felt when her nipples were toyed with! Oh, she wanted him so badly!

He nuzzled her, standing up to his full height now. She moved her face sideways and the gentle caress of face upon face and the wisps of hair excited both of them. Also standing up to its full height was his erection. But prodding her made him wince as the cockhead was bulging, unprotected by foreskin and feeling super-tender. He reached down and pulled it back up so that it was pressed between them. His abdomen, his raging erection and then the crevice between her buttocks.

She could feel its complete dimensions. There was something about that first fuck with him that left a lot to be desired. It was more about overcoming his first pangs of hunger and nothing more than that. She wiggled her buttocks and felt him -- it was going to be delicious to take that in deliberately and consciously. She was going to take him the way she wanted, she told herself.

For now, it was Lokesh doing the taking. His cock was warmly snuggled up to her accepting buttocks. His body was pressed against her. His hands went to the front to claim her breasts. The cotton was seductively soft and even softer were the breasts within. He held them, weighing them. Fingers searched out her nipples and played with them. Obediently, they stood to attention. He caught each between his thumbs and fingers and stroked them gently, tugging. All through the cloth because despite searching, in his ardor he could not find the way to go below the garment. His hand slid lower, caressing her tummy and threatening the probe the vale between the legs.

It was all too much for her and she swung around facing him. Her hand reached below and held his cock firmly. It seemed to hum with a life of its own. Her own desire had soared with his gentle kissing, nibbling and stroking. She now noticed that the cock could not be contained in her hand. But she knew a place where she could contain him in full and use him. "Fuck him like an animal!" her mind told her, much like the way she was used to being mounted. She wanted to do the mounting. She wanted to be the ... be the... be the...

A sputter from the curry told her it was thickening more than she intended. She turned off the stove and still holding his cock asked him, "Don't you want to eat?"

"Yes, I do. But not what you think?" he replied. He was a virgin till a short while ago. But his educated mind had been imaginatively absorbing the sexually charged content he viewed on YouTube. He was a different kind of guy. In theory, he knew the anatomy of a woman intimately. But beyond that he favored the exploration of a woman so beautifully depicted in many a movie. A woman had needs. And he could especially see in lesbian-themed movies that a woman's need was a great way to open a pathway to his own needs.

And here he was with a woman at his disposal. With plenty of time at hand. He had not tried something silly with her. It was she who had opened the floodgates. And now he intended to do everything.

Without knowing it in so many words, Laxmi felt it in him. Her face reddened at his suggestion that there was something else he wanted to eat. "Eat what?" she asked, her voice in a stutter.

He kissed her eyes as he spoke. "Did you see on my computer what that woman was doing to her friend? Like that," he explained. The flow between her legs was definitely not his or her cum from before. She was melting inside. She had never had anyone kiss her down there. In fact, till she saw it on the computer she had not heard of it or imagined it.

"But what about this?" she asked of this imaginative novice. She slid her hand up and down his cock which was now dripping onto her feet and the floor below. There was no answer. She remembered the scene on the computer when the women had swiveled around and each woman's face was buried in the other's crotch. Maybe that ....

They slid to the kitchen floor. He shimmied down so his face was at her abdomen. The saree was damp from all sorts of things. Her sweat, which smelled sweet to him, her cum, her natural aroma. She tugged her saree loose but left it to him to unwrap her. He nuzzled her, kissed her and stabbed at her with his tongue. She moaned loudly. Quickly her knees were up and spared wide as she comfortably lay back leaving herself open to him.

He did not disappoint. As fervently and tenderly as he had kissed her back, he kissed her between the legs. The difference between sucking on her skin and sucking here was apparently. . her guttural groans and moans filled the room as swiftly as his mouth filled with her juices.

"But what about you? Hunhh? What about that?" she babbled, her hand mimicking how the cock had felt in it. Pressing his head into her crotch lest he misunderstood what she wanted she slowly swiveled around. Already his cock was within her reach and she grasped at it, stroking it steadily. He was beautiful! That cock was so full, so large, so full of promise! As the swiveling continued it loomed over her face and her response was instinctive. She let him enter her mouth. She twirled it with her tongue and let him swirl in her mouth.

Lokesh changed the rhythm of his mouth to accommodate his care for her ... he made loud smacking kisses on her pussy. And then felt like fucking her so he pumped her mouth. She squealed as she tried to provide his cock with a channel to fuck inside her mouth. The deep suction on her pussy caused her to convulse. She added her hand to his cock to control the hammering so that she fucked him at least in part with her fist.

He was going to cum again and her hips were already thrashing uncontrollably as she came. Her buttocks thumped the floor and rose to fuck his face. She threw herself wildly, the cock escaping her mouth as he tongued her mercilessly. She was cumming and it was instance. She held on to his cock fisting him and kissing its head intermittently as she chanced upon it now and again.

"Laxmamma!" he groaned loudly into her pussy as his cock responded to her fisting. She knew he was cumming and she had not stopped cumming either. continuing to control the stroking with her hand she gave him the comfort of her mouth. Her mouth provided him with a warm bubbling shelter while her hand gave him the pleasure. Her own legs wrapped around him to make sure her pussy did not miss one single tongue stroke or face fuck.

She thrust her pussy up fully, the mound projecting into his face. Her hands worked the cock furiously. He jetted into her and she took his cum into her mouth fully. Some she could not help swallow. Some flowed out of her mouth. His cumming would not stop. Her fisting him did not stop either. Neither did he stop sucking on her. Nor did she stop cumming.

She drank and tasted him fully. Her tongue continued to swirl around the pillar of flesh. The struggle to say connected and control the pulsing was equal on both sides. He kept his mouth plastered to her pulsating pussy. She kept her fist around his cock and the head in her mouth.

When the incessant motions of cumming ebbed and everything came to a quiet after the storm, neither of them moved. They lay like that. His face on her cheek and she with him in her mouth.

He did not shrink even a bit. His cock had spilled its seed only out of compulsion. Otherwise he was not satiated one little bit.

He dozed off eventually. She gently rolled him off. His cock was upright waving in the air. I have still not taken that in to my aching, yawning pussy, she thought.

When he awoke she was sitting with the saree again wound around herself damper than ever before; more stained that ever. In a plate, she had a heap of rice hollowed to take a large servicing of mutton curry in a moat in the middle.

He lay there as she carefully placed small balls of rice and gravy in his mouth. When there were pieces of meat to be fed, her fingers entered his mouth and he sucked on the them like he was sucking on her teats. It made her shiver. Slowly but surely, the feeding become messier. She licked at the gravy that was on the sides of his mouth. The bit that dripped on to his chest. And then the dots of curry she placed on her nipples and brought it to her young master to eat off her.

And then she lay back and he ladled on small dabs of curry to eat from each breast. Her neck. Her tummy. And further down. And from between her legs. And the curry tasted special when he did that.

He was eventually fed and nourished. So was she as she ate off his body. Finally, she was ready to fill herself with his cock and be pounded by someone who really knew how to make love.


"You better rest and I better finish a few things," said Laxmi to the well fed young man, patting his cheek. She found her saree and pulled that part of it stuck under him and stood up. Lokesh devoured her with his eyes. Those breasts -- he had not tasted them enough. Those firm and shapely legs well-toned, he had felt around his face, chest and body. But he wanted to be gripped by them as he sank into this wondrous woman.

And slowly but surely, Laxmi dbangd herself in the garment. It would not count as 'tying the saree'. It was a sensuous mix of modesty and display designed to keep Lokesh on simmer. She was hardly done with him. So far, all that she had done was help him masturbate and fulfil one of his fantasies.

It was a surprising fantasy, because the men she was used to were more interested in mounting her like a bull might. She liked the raw fucking. But she loved what Lokesh represented.

She left him lying on the kitchen floor and went to the sink to do the dishes. There were not many for he had eaten from her hand and she had mixed the curry and rice in one serving bowl to feed him.

He lay there, in a lazy mood, partly drained but also rested from his nap. He wished for her to not leave him alone. He needed to explore every nuance of her body. When he had caught her garment to hold her back, she had gently made him let go, kissing and nipping at his fingers till he let go thinking she was convinced.

But she ran away with a naughty giggle and a nimbleness that belied her age. And from wherever she was she kept an eye on him. A virile but gentle lover! Years of encounters with males had blinded her to the idea that such a combination was possible. And imaginative at that!

And while she admired all that her eyes kept checking on his erection. It seemed not to flag by much, if at all any. Every now or then, as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness it twitched or bounded up with a life of its own. Occasionally, Lokesh reached down and stroked himself. It ached him and a few strokes provided relief. And he liked the moistness that resulted which seemed to soothe the ever-erect cock.

He had no way of knowing that that was inevitable in the aftermath of the loss of virginity to a woman. And there was more to come.

When she moved to the hall to dust it, he followed her there and positioned him on the sofa from where he could see her. His eyes were always on her well-rounded buttocks or eager to snatch a view of her breasts.

When she bent over to do something he thought he could see her nipples. Then he wondered about why he didn't just gather her in his arms and suck and love those mounds that seemed to be begging for attention.

She let him reach, touch, feel and try and coax -- but she never gave in to him.

When she went to hang out the clothes to dry on the back balcony she had to be a little carefully was she barely dressed. And he did not follow her there because he was nude most of the time. The dhoti was just a pretense of order was it was mostly askew, if at all on him.

And when she came back she found him snoring gently -- this time with his cock half in repose. That was the first time she had seen him less than erect since she walked into that room where he was watching that movie.

Now she knelt next to the sofa where he lay and put down the empty tub she was carrying. Her face hovered over that semi-flaccid cock. She wanted him hard and erect like before.

With a very wet mouth she took it in. just from the warmth of her mouth, with no movement, she got a small jerk of acknowledgement. She swirled her tongue around the cock. It rose rapidly. It was soon back to its full strength and impossible to accommodate in her mouth. She held the trunk of his cock in her hand and gently fucked him with her mouth.

His fluids flowed again and she thought she tasted the cardamom and cinnamon that she had used in the curry. That could not be! Must be from her fist she thought to herself. Nevertheless, the musky, salty, mildly spiced flavors kept her engrossed. And soon she felt his hand on the back of head, urging her on.

His hips moved too, trying to push himself over the edge. Every time she touched him he simply wanted to cum, spew and feel the gobs of flow. It felt fantastic. It was as if he was flowing just for her.

She raised her head off his cock and held it in her grip to restrain the buildup of his orgasm. Streaks of his juices stretched from her lips to his cock. Her hair had taken some and she was once again a picture of divinity in lust. She kept renewing the kumkum (saffron colored) round dot on her forehead. And it kept smearing with her contact with his body and the saliva and cum that kept getting added to her body.

She looked radiant. Reddened with lust. Stained with him. Eyes glimmering with admiration and lust for him. And her hair askew as if designed as a veil for them to hide under.

When she raised her head off him, the hanging lower lip, wet with a combination of his precum and her saliva made her look intoxication.

She looked up at him and said, "Time to fuck, young man. Your cum belongs to me, inside me now."

She held his hand and led him to the bedroom. She had long imagined the plush mattress for her sleep. Today she was looking forward to lying back comfortably for what she expected to the fuck of her lifetime thus far. She had fucked in the oddest of places including lying back on a cart once, while the guy that owned the cart stood and fucked her; the cart moved with his thrusts and came to rest against the wall behind -- allowing him to thrust in fully.

Here, she wanted to lie back and guide her lover to fuck her the way she imagined fucking should be.

She undid her saree and lay back on the soft mattress and well cushioned pillows. The sheets were going to be stained for sure and she wanted it that way. She wanted to make marks of ownership and conquest. Sheets could always be washed. But the searing lust she felt for this man had to be celebrated in full.

She lay back and spread her legs as wide as she could, knees up, feet flat on the bed. With outstretched arms, she called him to come mount her. His cock was surging and bobbing with the excitement of what was to come.

He kneeled between her. She gently took his cock between thumb and forefinger. "Follow me," she whispered, her voice thick with excitement. Cumming to being sucked was one thing. But being filled with a hot throbbing cock and a pounding man driving into her was the real thing.

It was going to be his first ever. Her mouth had always felt fabulous around his cock -- warm and bubbling. But he had never felt a pussy around it before. He had always imagined what it might be like. Now was the moment!

He lunged, grasping himself and aiming for her. With one hand on him, she used the other to open her pussy lips to him. Not that they needed any opening she was agape from arousal in any case. He thrust hard into her and she placed a palm on his lower abdomen stopping him from going the whole distance.

"Slowly," she whispered. She shivered as she said that because her own lust wanted him hard. Real hard. But she needed him to be hard the right way. Now with one leg coming around him she nudged his back, signaling to him that he should push forward.

His cock entered her wet channel and he gasped out 'Laxmamma!" in sheer pleasure. She held him close and her arms went around in a warm embrace.

He felt wonderful when his chest was pressed against her breasts. He tried to bring his head down to suck on them. So much to do! So much to love and taste! And with all the time at their disposal time seemed short. Her hand on his abdomen now pushed back and he withdrew but the leg on his back dictated how far and no further. And using this code she taught him her preferred rhythm. Just once, when he was inside her, he pushed a little more and the swelling of his cock head just when it was embedded in her womb caused her to gasp.

He was so inside her! Deep and embedded.

The steady rhythm and her twists and turns accompanying caused a surge of blood to his cock and he again wanted to pound really, really hard.

She tried to control him but she also felt her own insides gushing and wanted him to fuck her so very hard. And both of them were flowing so she also felt the need to reduce the lubrication and tried to reach for her saree.

As this sexual dual of desires was at its peak, the doorbell rang. And it rang in staccato, incessantly. It was someone who wanted the door opened and opened now!

They froze. Who could it be? Lokesh thought of some of his relatives whom his mother had asked to check on him. But this was only day one ...

Laxmi thought of some of the other maids who knew she worked here and sometimes came by to connect with her. But they wouldn't dare ring the bell like this ....

Laxmi would take too long to get into any condition to open the door. Her clothes were strewn in various parts of the hall and the saree by itself gave away more when it was the only piece of garment.

Actually, neither wanted to move away at a movement when they were just about to get animal in their rhythms and each was about to try conquer the other's lust.

But if someone had to go it was going to be Lokesh because that doorbell just wouldn't stop.

He grabbed his dhoti and quickly wrapped it around his waist. Askew and disorganized it was completely insufficient but it would have to do for now. He expected it to be some random salesperson that could be got rid of in a jiffy. That was the most logical possibility.

But it turned out to be his college friend, Seema. Seema was -- friends with benefits. Heavy petting. But nothing serious and nothing more. There she was. And her mouth fell open at the sight of his damp cloth, barely covering him. His pubic hair was visible, sticky, clearly damp. Lokesh must have been masturbating she thought.

And then the poorly veiled, large throbbing cock. She watched agape. She turned around to flee when he reached out and grabbed her by her wrist.

"Come and sit. Give me five minutes," he said, which was the most normal reaction of a person who had been interrupted in the middle of something. It reassured her. Whatever it was, he was not going to make any demands of her.

Lokesh turned his back to her and rushed back, calling out to her to shut the main door and make herself comfortable.

He went back to Laxmi who had loosely arranged the saree over herself. That was not going to be much use if it was one of Lokesh's relatives and they came in. but she felt better covered.

"Who was it?" she asked.

"No one," replied the lad in a hurry and cast aside the sham of a garment. He got back between her legs and readied to mount her. She too was desperate. Gone was her desire for smooth, rhythm. His sudden departure had made her aware of how empty she felt and how deeply he filled her. Now she wanted wild fucking. She wanted that lunging, rearing cockhead in her womb. She wanted to ride him. Make him lose control. And to see how richly he could fill her. Maybe even get her pregnant, for that was how fertile she felt in his presence.

And she surprised him with her bodily expression of that lust. When he placed himself inside her, shallow in her pussy, like she had taught him to, she thrust her hips up quickly fucking him hard.

He gasped. She held his arms and fucked back and forth taking her pleasure so she could get a grip on herself.

'Oh Lokesh, you are so hard for me," she screamed. "Come on fuck me, fuck me hard!" she begged.

Outside, Seema wondered if she was judging the sounds right. And as she wondered, her eyes chanced upon Laxmi's hastily discarded blouse half-inside the kitchen door. She went over and picked it up. It didn't look like anything fresh from a wash. Nor did it seem like a blouse that Lokesh's mom might have worn.

And then the clearly down-market bra. The petticoat. A woman's clothes in a house where she thought her friend was alone. The petticoat on the floor of the kitchen was the clincher. She knew.

She moved to the door where Lokesh had disappeared. Inside, Laxmi had gone completely berserk. After fucking the man above, her she decided she needed to be on top. She had swiveled over and unmindful of his needs or comfort simply fucked him hard and furiously. She loved the way his cock rode inside her. Her womb was filled, her pussy stretched and she was flowing and cumming in one seamless gush of pleasure.

"Chinnayaa, chinayaa, chinayaa!" she gasped as she took her pleasure. She grabbed his hands and guided him to pinch and maul her breasts. "Hurt me! Mark me! Keep me!" she babbled as he rolled and pinched her nipples.

Oh, he was good! She could not have enough of him. One corner of her mind tried to remember how many days there were before Jayshree madam returned. For how many days could she feed on this cock and this wonderful boy day and night?

And she lost that train of thought when Lokesh leaned forward and bit on her nipple.

She swung her legs forward and bounced on his lap holding his head to her breasts. All of her body was now begging for attention and she position herself so that the most pleasurable areas of her pussy got the most of his hardness as he went in and out of her.

In to this scene of reckless abandon, Seema moved the door ajar. There was her classmate-friend sitting with a woman on top who was fucking him mercilessly and screaming obscenities in her pleasure.

Lokesh noticed her out of the corner of his eye but Laxmi had him in her grip as she seemed insatiable. It was impossible to stop. She fucked him like a pleasure-seeking machine and his cock seemed quite up to the challenge.

Having cum so many times, having lost so much fluid in small dribbles, he was able to sustain for her. And in this phase, Laxmi was not keen on the imagination and beautifulness as much as her raw sexual pleasure.

And Seema was transfixed by this sight. While she had engaged in teenage petting with Lokesh, this was full-blown sex. She felt a slickness between her thighs at the beautiful sight of that woman's well-toned body, lovely looking breasts and the two of them pleasuring each other.

Her hand palming her crotch was almost involuntary. She watched in fascination at the two in action. How long had they been lovers she wondered?

Laxmi's incessant grazing of her sensitive spots on his unrelenting cock caused her to orgasm. She howled without restraint and screamed out Lokesh and Chinayaa alternately as her pussy melted down on him.

"You animal! You insatiable monster! Your cock is so hard in spite of my pounding it like this! Oh, my goodness. Give me, give more. After this you come on top and fuck me till you cum!" she pleaded as her body was wracked with uncontrolled pleasure.

Seema's ears reddened as she heard these descriptions of her friend. Lokesh's attempts to get Laxmi's attention were in vain. When he put his fingers on her mouth to quieten her she merely sucked them lustily. And none of this was lost on Seema. It was wild and raunchy sex. Unrestrained.

And finally, when her orgasm subsided Laxmi slumped forward. His cock was still quivering inside her. She knew she had to finish him, too. And that included consummating her own desire for her womb to be drenched.

She rested her head on his shoulder, towards the side where Seema was and that was when he noticed her. He remained embedded up in her pussy and she wiggled to enjoy the spongy hardness inside her.

She kissed his shoulder tenderly, her doe like eyes locking on Seema as she made soft-love to Lokesh.

Lokesh was a bit panicked for Seema was a family friend too and might spill the beans of his dalliance to his mother. He shook Laxmi to coax her to get off.

In a surprisingly athletic move she raised her leg over his head and swung over to face Seema. Unashamed -- no, proud of her breasts she displayed her body in full to the young woman. In one hand, she held Lokesh's reddened cock firmly, tamping down the possible release of its cum wastefully.

In any case, Lokesh was in a hurry to jump up to explain his situation to Seema. But with Laxmi sitting sideways in his lap he found it impossible to get up. "I can explain!" he stammered.

"What can you explain?" she asked laughingly, which was to his relief. "That she is a service engineer? Or a saleswoman who happens to be sitting on your lap?"

"No, we just ....." he said lamely.

"We were just fucking?" asked Seema, mockingly.

Laxmi fell back on the bed to watch the two friends argue. Playing with her own nipple which seemed to need some serious attention, she lay with one knee up. She pressed her thighs together as she felt lingering ripples of pleasure.

"Where did you find here?" asked Seema teasingly. That itself was a bit of a relief to Lokesh for he thought he could now manage her from here. But as he opened his mouth to say something, Seema crossed a boundary. "How much is she charging?" she asked.

Laxmi sprang up at that, eyes all fire and looking absolutely beautiful in that avatar. "If you had fucked him he wouldn't need to pay any one anything," she said.

"And how do you know I have not been fucking him," shouted Seema.

"I could feel it when I took him just now!" smiled Laxmi disarmingly. "And I can see it in you that you have not been fucked either!" It was a challenge.

"Oh, I have!" said the younger woman as she tried to bluff her way out.

"Then fuck him and show me!" said Laxmi spontaneously.

Seema went red and protested. "I am going to do nothing of the sort," she retorted.

"But you can, you know. You are beautiful," said Laxmi soothingly closing the gap between them. She stroked the girls face and said," There is nothing wrong in pleasure, you know?"

"But I can get into trouble," stammered the bewildered girl. The older woman seemed to be consuming her with her eyes.

It took Laxmi but a moment to slip her hand around the girl's bare midriff between the short t-shirt and low-slung jeans. Seema shivered at the soft touch of the work-roughened hands.

"Laxmi, leave her!" said Lokesh, ever-protective of his friend.

"For whom? For you?" asked Laxmi playfully, laughing. Seema had never seen a woman, so beautiful, so mature yet taut up so close. Those breasts... just looking at them caused her throat to dry up.

Laxmi's hand toyed with the waistband of the jeans and she thought she felt the roughness of pubic hair. She paused to look down and saw that the jeans were low slung indeed. She slid her hands down the front and encountered the damp crotch of Seema's panties. "You are wet!" she announced. "Excited, are we?" asked Laxmi.

Seema shook her head to indicate 'no' and was totally unconvincing in that. Laxmi's fingers searched within the jeans and while the younger girl tried to wriggle herself free, the older woman's obvious strength came to the fore.

Within seconds she had found the top band of the panties and her fingers were pouching Seema's obviously wet pussy. Her middle finger's invasion of the pussy was effortless and she gently pushed it in as deep as possible.

Triumphantly she asked, "No problem here with pleasure is there?"

"You cannot touch me like that," protested Seema feebly.

"You can feel me in exchange, if that's a deal," said Laxmi encouragingly, grabbing her hand and placing it on her own breast. Seema gasped in surprise and shock. But she did not withdraw her hand. In fact, she had never touched a breast other than her own and could see the difference from hers.

Laxmi's were larger and the nipples browner and more pronounced. And even as she thought of herself, Laxmi had the same thought. As Seema unthinkingly stroked the older woman's breasts and marveled at how mature and ripe they felt to her, Laxmi had worked up her t-shirt and bared the young and pert breasts of the young girl.

They were pink and more like buds, by comparison. Seema's body was in a raging fever of lust as she looked down at herself and then at Laxmi's breasts.

"When you have regular sex, you will find them larger. And then when you have babies. And then your man will suck those nipples. And then you too will become like this," explained Laxmi holding Seema's fingers to her own breasts and nipples.

Seema could not resist the voluptuous appeal of Laxmi's breasts and leaned forward to kiss them. At first, she was gentle and then she was more insistent, enjoying the long, supple feel of those nipples in her mouth.

Laxmi held her close and caressed her soft, tender back. She was just a little more than a kid, sexually, felt Laxmi, even though she too must be 18 to 20 years to be of Lokesh's class.

"You are so warm and beautiful," murmured Seema as she noisily sucked on woman's nourishing breasts.

"And you- tender and ready to be plucked," replied the house-maid. "Are you sure you have never fucked?" she asked gently.

Seema stood straight and buried her face in the crook of Laxmi's neck. "I want to but I am scared. Guys are too complicated," she said. "But yes, you see how hot and wet I feel."

And then it occurred to Laxmi that her first few bouts of pleasure with Lokesh did not involve penetration. So, Seema too could be introduced to pleasure without penetration. And what she had seen on Lokesh's computer was something she could do for the young girl, too.

Her face gently grazed and caressed Seema's as she told her, "You don't need him to experience pleasure. Lie back." A sense of command entered her voice as she said that last bit.

They moved to the bed. Seema raised her hips as she moved on to the bed and that helped Laxmi pull off her jeans. With all her experience at conventional sex, Laxmi had learned quickly from Lokesh's imagination and innovation. Gently, she nosed Seema's virginal pussy lips. Sweet smells wafted into her nostrils and she rubbed her face on her crotch.

Seema sighed contentedly. This was so free of tension, so relaxed. She felt safe and this woman in particular seemed incomparably gentle to the immature grabbing and exploring of her friends like Lokesh.

And no matter how wild Laxmi might become she could not get her pregnant.

She allowed Laxmi to spread her legs and widened them allowing as much access to Laxmi.

"Ah! Amma!' she cried out as Laxmi's tongue made progress. 'Name. What's your name?' she asked with a sense of urgency.

Laxmi was busy lapping at Seema's crotch to make way across the sparse pubic hair, wanting her lips to blossom open so she could get at her insides. She was so keen on tasting the young girl that she had no time to raise her head. She had just tasted her first man when she mouthed Lokesh. Now it was time for her first woman.

"She is Laxmi-amma," said Lokesh coming alongside them. Laxmi looked up briefly at hearing her name. She smiled at the reference to 'amma'; a term that Lokesh has used with Laxmi's name for the last several years she had been a maid in their house. The one she had cared for -- even bathed on occasion, it was only right that she helped him emerge as a man she thought.

In that instant Lokesh saw the wetness on her face like that scene in the Handmaiden. His cock was swollen and demanding attention. But the two women were engrossed and the only attention he could have was his own hand.

And as Laxmi lapped at Seema the young woman gave in to the old one's tongue, face and lips. She luxuriated in the waves of pleasure and held Laxmi's head and whimpered "Laxmi-amma, aaah!" as ripples of pleasure went through her.



It was her first experience of externally generated pleasure. Her own clumsy efforts at self-pleasure had been inadequate. And her body had seemed to freeze when petting with Lokesh. And now she seemed to have melted like warm butter into Laxmi's mouth. Under her touch she seemed willing to go everywhere.

Her hips bucked into Laxmi's face. Seeking pleasure, she fucked the woman's head mindlessly. The pleasure was intense and for almost the first time in her life she felt the vacuum between her legs and the need to be filled. She was designed to take in a man and yet ...

She looked for Lokesh and saw him alongside, masturbating furiously. She felt shy and turned her face away and closed her eyes giving in fully to the pleasure Laxmi was giving her. Lokesh leaned forward and took Seema's pinkish nipples between his lips only to be pushed away by the young girl, like so many times she had while they petted.

On cue, Laxmi's fingers entered her soppy wet pussy and Seema laughed in pleasure and joy. Laxmi had only just taken her first round of pleasure from Lokesh and her pussy was burning with desire again. She reached between her own legs and trying to masturbate as she sucked on Seema.

Lokesh sensed his chance and quickly came around to position himself behind Laxmi. His cock nosed Laxmi in all the wrong places as he vainly tried to fuck her pussy from behind. He was unable to till Laxmi reached under and guided him into her pussy.

Laxmi bawled out in pleasure with the unusual and probing angle of the doggy style fuck. Lokesh's head flailed at the intense pleasure. It seemed that his cock head and her pleasure zone were perfectly aligned in this position.

Seema did not realize what was happening. At first, she thought Laxmi had found a rhythm of fucking her with her entire head. She knew something was amiss when Laxmi's tongue and lips started missing the spots they had been hitting. From the crescendo of pleasure, she had felt, she now felt the disappointment of Laxmi missing her mark.

She opened her eyes to see what was going wrong and spotted Lokesh positioned behind Laxmi, his fingers digging into the fleshy buttocks, gripping her to fuck her. The animal-ness was appropriate to the animal position.

The intensity of pleasure was such that Laxmi gripped Seema's thighs for support and placing her head on Seema's stomach sobbed in pleasure.

Seema was as desperate over her lack of pleasure as Laxmi was desperate in pleasure. "Don't stop!" she pleaded. "Suck me! Suck me! You cannot do this. You started this now don't leave me high and dry," cried out Seema thrusting her hips upward in vain.

Finally, she raised her buttocks and propped her body up and holding Laxmi's head with one hand pressed mouth to pussy as best as she could. She rubbed herself hard against Laxmi's face smearing her quite completely with her juices.

'Suck me! Laxm-amma, don't pause! Don't stop! suck me! suck me!' she sobbed. She wanted Laxmi's full attention.

"Wait, wait, wait!" babbled the older woman as she made an attempt at sorting the needs. Her supposed experience fell short in this wild pleasure battle that had just broken out. She had never been here before; taken like this. And most of all never wanted to give and take so much at the same time.

She tried to reposition herself to best pleasure the girl as well as herself. But Lokesh could not take one miss in his beat and pounded her into the mattress the moment Seema let go of her.

A few deep thrusts later he was willing to give pause. Laxmi urgently took advantage of the lull in the storm and placed her mouth on Seema's pussy. She anchored the buttocks firmly in her hands. Sucking hard she briefly slapped her own buttock with one hand to egg Lokesh on, again.

And then they were in rhythm and in unison. Sucking and fucking as one single pleasure-beast . Lokesh's fucking thrust Laxmi onto Seema's pussy. And the grip of her hands and placement of her face made sure that the nose and chin fucked Seema's pussy properly.



It was Seema's first and most intense orgasm at the hands of another -- man or woman. Her moans rose to a crescendo and she thrust into Laxmi's face repeatedly falling back on the bed with thumps.

The sight of the writhing girl, thrashing around caused Lokesh to go over the edge. Laxmi felt the tell-tale signs of his swelling deep in her womb. She wanted to be face to face with him and have him deep in her, filling and drenching her with his seed.

She pin-pointed her tongue to thrash Seema to a full finish. The girl was now hollering at the top of her voice, screaming profanities. "Fuck me with your tongue, you whoring bitch!" she wrenched out her lungs at the height of her pleasure.

"Oh, I want you too you rutting animal, you!" she snarled at Lokesh as she felt her womb contract in a convulsion and then swell and explode again.

"She is not going to end tonight," thought Laxmi trying to hold her down and provide her something to beat against. "And he is not going to last. I need him deep."

She pushed herself up causing Lokesh to slip out and Seema to wildly grab at arms and legs of her college-friend and lover-maid. Laxmi sank back between Seema's thighs and wiggled herself to press as far back on the soppy wet thatch behind her. She was sure Lokesh's thrusts would be animal enough to rub her back onto the pussy behind.

Lokesh was desperate to get his 'about-to-explode' cock back into the nest where it belonged all along.

"Yes, come back in quickly. I need you deep in my womb," hissed Laxmi at Lokesh in orgasmic urgency.