30-10-2020, 08:39 PM
Yes, come back in quickly. I need you deep in my womb," hissed Laxmi at Lokesh in orgasmic urgency.
Lokesh's eyes were on Seema's sexy body, glistening as it was with the exertion of her orgasm. Eyes on Seema and mind on Laxmi Lokesh thrust forward with the eagerness of a novice. His cock sank into Laxmi's gaping wide and wet pussy.
Seema watched in lust as she saw the large monster slide effortlessly into the sexy older woman's bubbling snatch. And she watched again and again as the cock emerged only to plunge back in. The broad manhood was smeared in a mix of fluids, some whitish, some glistening.
Seema's throat choked with desire. Warnings be damned she wanted to feel the same wild pleasure that was causing Laxmi-amma to now grip Seema's arms to present Lokesh a stable target. "Me next, me next, me next!" she panted, quite amazed at her own immediate need for more on the back of such a deep-womb release inside her that had barely abated.
Laxmi raised one leg wide apart and wrapped it around Lokesh's back to hold him deep inside her, waiting for the moment of explosion.
Seema reached out for the woman who they said was a grandmother -- so hard to believe! She gripped Laxmi's large breasts and ripe nipples, kneading them hard and pulling and tugging.
"Oh Seema, I want you on my breasts. I want him in my womb. I need you both everywhere," she sighed as she kissed a part of Seema's hand that was within her reach.
Watching the young girl and the older woman- maid, grandmother -- however you described this sex goddess -- make love to each other was exciting. And they were hungry for him, too! -- and Lokesh shot one big, deep load inside his woman's womb.
Then he pulled back and Seema had a ringside view of that rearing, spewing, reddened cock as it lunged back in. "Oh my god!" gasped Seema. Her insides were now burning with desire.
"Laxmamma!" he wailed. It was his first full release into her. In many ways, this was his true loss of virginity. He pulled back and hammered in, his foreskin pulled back in full and cockhead at its utmost. Deep in her womb he shot another load and then pulled back and more.
"I want it too, I want it. Keep some for me," whimpered Seema, trembling under Laxmi. Laxmi allowed her body to rub back on Seema transmitting the friction of bodies.
Laxmi was wracked with pleasure and filled with satisfaction with the flood of Lokesh's semen inside her. She gripped him hard and the boy fell forward on his teacher, the maid. Seema thrust as best as she could to take what little pleasure was available for her burning pussy, as boy and woman start to kiss each other in a million kisses covering each other's face.
Seema watched Laxmi as she expertly brought both legs around Lokesh's back and beat a tattoo on the small of his back, extracting every little driblet that he had to offer. The shivers and shaking of both bodies was well felt by her.
"Can I?" she asked Laxmi, the chief orchestrator. "I need him, too!"
Laxmi laughed, her impishness back as her desire receded to manageable levels. "give him time, she murmured, rubbing her face against the girl's arm and holding Seema's other hand to her breast to make her pinch and squeeze. The girl was too careful and she needed as many hands on her, in as many places.
Both boy and girl kissed and caressed the woman who was showing them the path to pleasure, almost in an act of gratitude. And soon they fell asleep in that heap of spent pleasure.
He slept longer than either of them. For Laxmi, it was a relaxed day compared to her usual routine as a maid. Till she rearranged her engagements to suit Jayashree madam's request for special timings, her day rarely -if ever- included a relaxed moment.
Compared to that, the long gaps between pieces of work, the wonderful, mind-boggling sex and then the luxury of naps between bouts of sucking and fucking was much more relaxing and easy.
Also, the cleaning up after feeding the young master was a thebangutic reverie: she had imagined everything that happened between them and the work just melted away.
But she had never made love to a woman before. Lokesh's friend Seema, another 18-year old like him had dropped in while she was fucking him. the demand from o give Seema pleasure without penetration fell to her. You could call Laxmi a lesbian by accident; but oh! what a fabulous accident.
And now they lay, in a crisscross of bodies. The three of them sprawled over each other were different combinations. Laxmi and Seema: lovers. Laxmi and Lokesh: also lovers. But Seema and Lokesh: intended lovers?
Seema certainly wanted to be fucked. At first, she was completely hesitant -- she was clinging on to her notion that guys spelt trouble of all kinds.
And then Laxmamma had lain back between Seema's legs and she had a vantage point view of Lokesh's cock plunging into Laxmiamma's willing hungry pussy. And she realized that no matter how well tongued she had been the real thing was to be fucked by a man, as well.
She had experienced the expertise of a woman. she wanted to experience the lust of her friend.
Before they fell asleep Seema had pleaded with Laxmi to let her fuck Lokesh -- or ask Lokesh to fuck her. And Laxmi had advised that Lokesh needed rest to fuck again, after having cum so many times in that one afternoon.
Of the three, Laxmi awoke sooner than the other two for she had excellent stamina of a working woman. Then Seema awoke for she was not as exhausted as Lokesh. She had just had one lesbian experience with Laxmi-amma and no more.
It was past sundown in the evening. The fuck-fest which had started for Laxmi at around 3 in the afternoon was still going strong.
"Wake him. I need it," said Seema to Laxmi, unsure and unwilling to deal with Lokesh directly.
'need what?" asked Laxmi innocently, shaking off the haze and disorientation of having slept at an odd hour and the other unusual events of the day.
"Need his.....," and Seema's mind wandered off to the slick glistening member that she had seen sliding in and out of Laxmi-amma. She also remembered Laxmi's full-throated advertisement for Lokesh's ability to give pleasure.
Now she wanted, and she wanted it bad!
"I need to be fucked!" said Seema, finding it more comfortable to say this than to say she wanted Lokesh's cock. "I need pleasure."
"You have to wait, remember?" said Laxmi.
"But I cannot wait a moment more for my pleasure!" purred Seema, stretching out like a pussy cat that needs stroking.
Laxmi remembered the taste of her sweet young pussy and wondered if there was some pleasure to be had if she gave some, too.
She turned towards Seema and cupped one breast... small, pert and yet to grow to a woman's fullness. She stroked her way down and rubbed her between the legs. Involuntarily the legs parted and ever so gently Laxmi rubbed harder with each successive stroke.
Then with a natural expertise which belied the fact that she had never been with a woman before, she spread her fingers. Having become harder in her strokes, she broadened the scope of her fingers. A few strokes later she started to increase the depth of her stroking, gently spreading apart Seema's virgin pussy.
She was the first person to kiss her down there. She had been the first person to give her any pleasure which was not self-generated. And now she was about to be the first to plunge fingers into her wet bubbling pussy.
"I will give you the pleasure you seek," she whispered, nuzzling Seema's face and bringing her mouth to her nipples as her fingers plunged back and forth.
At first Seema gave herself up to that pleasure spontaneously.
And then suddenly she slapped away the older woman's hand. "You got a full cock in you. And you want me to make do with your fingers?" she said accusingly.
"No dear! He is just sleeping," replied Laxmi absent-mindedly bringing her fingers wet with Seema's juices to her lips and admiring the sweet aromas. She looked over her shoulder at the supine form.
"Wake him now," said Seema Ordering Laxmi amma about came naturally to her. After all the woman was a maid. And equally, Laxmiamma's response was that of a typical maid to the members of any household.
Just to the stuff that you are asked to. Especially the next generation had a tendency to complain to their parents if their bidding was not done.
So almost reflexively, Laxmi's response to Seema's command was positive.
"Let's see," she said and turned her back to Seema and started to kiss Lokesh's chest. Seema moved close, pressing her breasts into Laxmi's back to look over her shoulder at the unfolding action. The warmth and closeness felt good. She watched Laxmamma expertly work his body. Soon the cascade of her loose hair covered the most operative part of what was happening.
Laxmi's head was over Lokesh's crotch and her long hair covered what was happening beneath. Seema quickly reached over and lifted the curtain of hair. Laxmi was using her lips to gently nibble on the sleeping cock. Seema watched in fascination at the sucking, the kisses and tugs on a part of the body she thought was meant only to drive into a woman.
Here this woman seemed to be making a snack of the male cock. The human mind is a wonderful thing. Even though he was asleep Lokesh's body started to respond. The cock unfurled, swelled, enlarged and with continuous kissing and mouthing it came to its full expression.
Once it was erect, Laxmi worked her lips up the pillar of the cock and then her mouth swiveled on to the cockhead. Then she pulled the cock to one side and letting the head out with a plop, went back down the pillar. And up again. And the claiming of the head -- this time it made Lokesh jerk awake. Again, she tugged the cock to the other side with her mouth. When she let it out it sprang to its natural position, angled up towards his stomach.
As it bounced during the release a spatter of pre-cum flew and landed on Laxmi. She made a mental note that a long bath was needed considering all the spots on her that had fluids of both these young lovers of hers.
When she moved up to the head again -- she found competition from Seema. The young girl had joined Laxmi in tasting Lokesh. When Laxmi's lips kissed their way down the pillar, Seema (holding her breath for she was unused to the tastes and smell) and claimed the cock.
Copying Laxmi, her head bobbed on the cock, her little mouth stretched painfully wide to accommodate the cock. How was Laxmi able to swallow his cock so easily and then, so much of it. And then Laxmi murmured that it was her turn. The way she took in the cock was deft. Only the head and just a swirl and out: a gourmet's tasting.
Seema's gobbling was that of a gourmand, wanting it all and wanting it whole. After a few times, she had warmed to the task completely. She started fucking his cock with her mouth, unmindful of the original goal of just waking up her target. Because her mouth could not take all of it in (or perhaps she lacked the expertise of Laxmi) her action was focused around the head and a little lower but not much more.
Unknown to the inexperienced girl from an orgasmic perspective this was where all the action was. There was a lot of pleasure and joy to be had from the lips and mouth covering the entire cock -- but not making him cum. Since Seema's mouth was acting on such sensitive parts, Lokesh's reaction to her was closer to what Seema was looking for.
He joined the rhythm and started to fuck her back gently in her mouth. The inability to close her mouth had caused saliva to pool and this now flowed down his cock. The lubrication made the wet, warm affair of cock-throating more luxurious. Laxmi watched in fascination as her second novice of the day seemed to be headed for a graduation of sort. The girl was really a natural at mouthing off a cock.
Laxmi found herself regretting that she could not be the recipient of that kind of man-pleasure from Seema; nor could she take Seema like a man could. Or the way this boy-turned-man was about to take. Being pleasure while impaling a woman had to be as much fun as being impaled!
But a groan and Lokesh reaching out for Seema's head brought her out of the spell.
She stopped the young girl. "Hey stop now! You wanted to fuck him, didn't you?"
Seema still remained with her face prone over the jerking and pulsating cock. She turned her head towards Laxmi, causing the warm penis to slap against her cheek. It felt good and she rubbed her face on it fondly.
"So?" she asked Laxmi, her mouth streaked with Lokesh's fluids. 'Salty' she thought to herself of the taste of her friend.
"So, if you mouth him anymore, he will spurt into your mouth. Then you will have to wait for him to rest and revive before he can fill you. Are you willing to wait with a wet pussy till then? We do have all night ahead of us," she joked. Her hand caressed and snaked its way to the lair between Seema's leg. Oh god, she was wet and flowing!
"Oh yes!" exulted the girl, her hips moving to Laxmi's touch. She was once again grateful for the presence and guidance of this experienced woman on her first sojourn with a guy. If Laxmi interpreted the hip movement as a desire for her, she was mistaken. "I want to fuck," said the virgin simply. This amazed Lokesh as he was now properly awake. This was the same girl who made a big scene of any of his attempts to pet her beyond some imaginary line.
Seema lay back, her legs spread wide and up. "Come on!" she shouted to Lokesh, much louder than needed for that room. It was her excitement.
Laxmi looked longingly at his massively erect cock and felt a dryness in her throat. But it was not her turn. It was Seema's.
It was just Lokesh's second fuck ever and Laxmi saw the awkwardness. And while Seema lust-crazed in her drive she was no better than Lokesh in the matter of comfort.
Laxmi sat next to the couple, legs folded under her. She reached between the two aching bodies and caught Lokesh's eagerly prodding cock gently between her thumb and forefinger. With her other hand, she pulled at one thigh of Seema to increase the space for Lokesh to position himself.
It was then that the enormity of the moment hit Seema. With the penis at the mouth of her pussy, she tensed and clutched at Laxmi's arm. "Laxmiamma", she gasped.
Laxmi held the young girls head to her breast and placing one hand on Lokesh's small of back encouraged him to push forward and in. The warmth of her bosom comforted the startled young girl. Again, when Lokesh seemed to be misdirected she held the cock at the entrance to the lair.
Both the boy and girl trembled but were encouraged by the woman to take the plunge.
"Laxmamma! It will hurt" stammered the hitherto eager girl.
"No, my love," cooed Laxmi. "I am here. Don't worry."
"I am scared," whimpered Seema, her eyes flitting from Laxmi's comforting, glittering eyes to Lokesh's lunging impatient cock.
"Easy, boy!" murmured Laxmi to Lokesh. He looked sideways at her and gave her a nervous smile. Somehow fucking Laxmiamma had seemed easy and natural compared to taking Seema. Despite Laxmi's guidance he seemed up against an impenetrable fortress with no soft and welcoming refuge for a visiting king. It rather felt like designed to resist invasion.
"Mmm, push!" urged Laxmi, excitement soaring within her. she would have loved for Seema to fondle a breast but the girl's hands were made into fists and resting on Lokesh's shoulder, gently adding to the resistance. Laxmi noted that she was not cupping the shoulder to hold invitingly.
If that was the signal from the hands she could well imagine the channel below. She looked down between her own legs and noted the lips swollen and parted despite her legs being together in that sitting position.
She now slid her hand between the bodies to check what was happening between these two kids, for though they were old enough to be in college, Lokesh had grown up in front of her eyes and would always count as a child for her.
She toggled the cock to make sure it was aimed right. Then she felt around for Seema's pussy and found her clenched tight. She leaned close to Seema's ear and whispered, "Relax!" Even if she wanted to it seemed she couldn't. Laxmi stretched alongside the struggling couple so that she could keep talking to Seema.
She looked up at Lokesh's tense perspiring face and give him a reassuring flutter of her eyelids. Looking down at Seema she repeated her instruction, "Relax!" This time her word was accompanied by the gentle stroking of Laxmi's hands on the inside of her thigh.
As Laxmi's fingers pressed deeper, Seema gasped at the electric sensations that ran in her body from the woman's touch. Her pussy gave a little. Again, Laxmi toggled Lokesh's cock like a paint brush on those lips.
"You want him, don't you?" she asked, one finger making headway like a recce for the largeness waiting to follow. The wetness was within, hot bubbling and inviting but not at the entrance where it was much needed. Laxmi added her saliva to her fingers and slathered it on Seema's pussy gates.
"Push!" she cried out to Lokesh, sure that she would roll him over and mount him with urgent desire for the provocation she felt.
Lokesh made a little headway and then was stuck again. Seema cried out more from alarm than from any actual pain.
"Again! Again!" she whispered to Lokesh, hoarse and thick with her own desire. By now Seema's head was cradled in her arms. The young girl clutched at Laxmi - torn between her tension and her desire.
Lokesh thrust his hips and reached the exact same situation as before.
"Ok, hold there!" instructed Laxmi. She kissed Seema, her tongue probing in deep and her hand took the cock between fingers and rubbed it within those gates as best as she could. The painting of precum had moved a wee bit forward. The new line of resistance was now lubricated.
She removed her mouth off Seema's just enough to say "again' to Lokesh. and then on the spur of the moment, with a wet, cock-like tongue she slid her tongue in and out of Seema's mouth to mimic fucking.
That the inside of her mouth could be so erotic was unknown to Seema. She shivered and forgot all about the monster waiting to invade her. Lokesh thrust forward on cue. He made headway and Seema squealed in protest. Luckily for her, Lokesh was stuck again. The channel spasmed to clutch and Seema tensed at the forced parting of her pussy. She felt full! (Though she wasn't.) She looked down and saw that a good bit of his cock was NOT within her.
And she thought of how it sank till its base into Laxmi amma's pussy, vanishing completely. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Laxmi grabbed her and invaded her with her tongue again. This time Seema wanted to fuck her back with her tongue. The erotic sliding of sensitive tongues against one another made both women shiver. For a moment, Seema forgot all about why she had felt the need for a man as she enjoyed fully the experience of a woman, warm, supple, understanding, comforting, erotic, pleasurable, satisfying....
And Lokesh thrust again as his own patience gave way to the need for this cock to be stroked. Laxmi used the back of her hand to indicate that he should pull out. And quickly her hand on his taut ass pressed forward. She was glad for the signaling she had previously used with him. It came in handy now.
She needed her hand on Seema's face so she quickly leveled her hand with Lokesh's eyes and indicted with a small gap between her fingers that the fucking had to be shallow. Her student proved adept as she felt the boy prod and retreat, again and again. She now occupied herself fully with Seema. Still couching her in one arm, she used the free hand to hold her face away from Lokesh above her to herself on the side and continued the tongue duel.
It was heavenly. Seema imagined whether Laxmi was this wet and hot in her pussy right now. Laxmi just gave into the luxurious feel and pleasure wondering about all the women she had in her circle and left unattended or unused or unloved: whichever.
And then 'pop'! gradually sinking in deeper, the cock reached where the pussy opened out to the womb and he was in, fully! His cockhead bulged and filled the space. Seema felt a sharp pain and cried into Laxmi's mouth, eyes widening. Laxmi knew her lover-girl had been taken in full. And Lokesh pressed in fully but he was large for her. Seema had tears in her eyes and Laxmi quickly pressed Lokesh's ass with her palm to make sure he stayed still for a bit.
"Do not fuck in and out!" she said in a voice filled with urgency and concern. Seema nodded in agreement, tears rolling and body shivering. But as he stayed deep and embedded, the vibrations from his cock seemed to transmit to her pussy and vibrations began in the walls that had put up that stiff resistance.
Soon her body was humming and she smiled from behind her tears. It was -- divinely beautiful to be filled so by a man. She looked down at the length which could not make its way in and looked up at Lokesh with admiration. She was glad her first fuck was with a man so strong and large! She was glad that she had Laxmamma to overcome her own self in this quest -- for in that instant she knew the biggest barrier to her own pleasure had been she herself.
Suddenly that comforting arm of Laxmi's felt like an uncomfortable wedge under her neck and back. Suddenly the mistress of guidance and pleasure thus far was an intrusion. Suddenly: why was Lokesh not fucking?
She pushed Laxmi away and locked her arms around his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulling back a bit, thrust up.
Lokesh gasped in surprise and pleasure. Time for him to capitalize on all the gymming. He propped himself up like he did during push-ups and lifted the small-built girl off the bed. Not by much but her pert ass was not on the mattress for that moment.
And he fucked, his hips alone moving into her lair and the cock sank in and Seema fell back on the mattress, screaming, "Oh, fuck!" all the emphasis on the 'k' so it sound like "fuckkkkkkkkkk".
This was the much-advertised golden moment! And yes, thanks to Laxmamma it did feel golden after that initial panic attack.
Lokesh lifted his strong hips and clinging on to him, little Seema was airborne again. And again, he thrust in, fucking her hard and deep.
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"Ah!" screamed Seema, pleasure tinged with the pain of deep invasion. IT was as if he was prizing her open to take his full dimensions. Laxmi lay back, propped on pillows watching the display of young lust- a boy and a girl discovering themselves and learning about pleasure the good, old-fashioned way.
Nothing old-fashioned for her in the way she pleasured herself watching these two. The woman who had never really pleasured herself had was stroking herself. With each thrusting fuck of Lokesh her fingers reached deeper. And when she watched Seema clutching on to him, she found herself finger fucking harder.
Her pussy was soaking wet and she was as much in need of the fuck as Seema was busy taking, perhaps more so.
The widening of the pussy, the pounding in her womb, the relentless cockhead and Lokesh's staying borne of his numerous cums earlier caused Seema to explode. Surprisingly the name she screamed out was Laxmi's and not Lokesh's.
"Laxmamma," she wailed as she felt a full-blooded orgasm from her awakened insides. Walls clutched at the marauding cock. And thankfully for her, that little nub she used to stroke in masturbation seemed to be reamed by the monster coming in and going out. She melted and grabbed Laxmi's hand painfully hard as her first orgasm ripped through her body.
Her body relaxed and fell back as pleasure coursed through her. Lokesh's pounding was unrelenting, unmindful of her deep release. And as she relaxed he went in deeper, seeming to touch the back and limit of her insides. She winced but did not resist.
She had given herself up to pleasure like she should have long ago. She turned to look at Laxmi and smiled. The older woman touched her cheek, gently. The mild, sticky dampness Seema felt on her cheek was from Laxmi's furious, incomplete masturbation.
And then Seema gasped in shock. Deep in her body a new quake arose and another orgasm shattered her -- this time from the walls of the pussy, she clearly felt it.
"Fuck me! You bastard! You stud! You fucker!" she howled out to Lokesh. "This is what you hungered for all these months, right?" She held him and fucked up back as if to tame him. But he was not going to be tamed that easily.
He groaned and nodded a yes. But it was a lie. The petting and touching of the previous months were pale in comparison to the luxurious fuck that Laxmiamma was; or the raw fuck that Seema was for him.
He gritted his teeth, concentrating hard now on cumming, glancing at Laxmamma occasionally.
Wracked by one orgasm after another, Seema was now little more than a rag in a storm. She flailed and held on for dear life as Lokesh fucked her like an animal. His orgasm was elusive but his cock was insistent. Sweat poured off him and trickled on to the young woman's body which was slick with her own sweat.
But she held on, clinging like a monkey might to its mother.
And Laxmi instinctively knew what to do. Loading her fingers with her saliva her hand cupped his ass. Her middle finger sank between the buttocks aided by lubrication. As she touched the sensitive inner areas and threatened to invade him, he convulsed and exploded.
He pounded maniacally into the former virgin who had completely given herself over to this fuck-storm. And he screamed out a name. Not Seema, who he was fucking. But Laxmamma who he was desiring.
"Laxmamma!" he babbled over and over again. Combined with a loud "ah!" her name became 'Laxmammaaaaaaaaah'.
"Yes, my dears" said Laxmamma soothingly. And Lokesh surprised her by pushing her on her back. He withdrew fully from Seema and that girl fell back limply on to the bed, drained by multiple orgasms and an animal pounding which was fantastic pleasure. Brilliant as it was she could take no more. But Seema felt pure jealousy for what Lokesh did next.
Holding his cock prone he plunged into Laxmiamma's rich, wet pussy. He laughed and gasped with great pleasure. Seema watched in fascination as her friend became less-frenzied and more forceful with Laxmamma. The way he pounded her was demanding and asking. And Laxmamma seemed to be rhythmic.
They were poetry together and Seema watched with fascination and jealousy as Lokesh smoothly lost his cum, his seed, his sperm deep in that woman who was supposedly a grandmother.
A million kisses on the older woman's face followed as Lokesh kept cumming. The gentle wings of a butterfly on Lokesh's ass as Laxmi tapped out every drop that he had to give was not lost on Seema. She was learning so much from this beautiful woman!
And there and then awakened inside Seema a desire more powerful than the desire for orgasm. She knew she wanted to be a warm, seductive, temptress like Laxmi. The pleasure Laxmi took seemed no less than the pleasure she took for herself.
But the pleasure Laxmi gave is what the man seemed to want and the way he wanted was vastly different. Laxmi had loved her: pleasure, comfort, maternal soothing -- everything. Laxmi had loved him -- teaching, guiding and giving pleasure and teaching Lokesh how it felt when a woman took pleasure from you.
Seema knew that instant that she wanted to be all that woman. She moved close to Laxmamma and cuddled up even as the two were in the throes of their orgasms.
She felt beautiful, she felt woman and knew she was going to train herself to be a gourmet. Someone to be wanted beyond orgasm and pleasure; and someone who took more than pleasure and orgasms.
Laxmiamma, the maid, was such a great teacher!
Laxmi did not know that. Not yet. But soon she would for something was about to happen.
The three of them fucked all night. Sometimes it was all of them. Sometimes just two of them. But in almost all combinations Laxmi, the maid, the teacher was present. That explained how she found herself alone, asleep and the house empty. Both Seema and Lokesh left in time for their college classes.
Both of them were grateful to Laxmiamma for the all the love, the pleasure, the education and the care she had shown. It was in that sense that they felt she should be left alone. Lokesh and Seema did not share notes with each other about the one-on-one time they later had with Laxmiamma. But they kind of knew.
There were occasions when Lokesh awoke and wanted Laxmiamma's undivided attention. At other times, it was Seema who wanted that. And at least once during the night there was a merry-go-round of sucking and fucking as a trio.
It explained Laxmi's exhaustion that she woke up so late; normally she was an early riser. But she had been drained from the afternoon before through the night. If she was not sucking, she was fucking or being fucked. She had been filled by Lokesh several times. And then Seema had wanted to learn how to suck as well as return that favor.
Orgasms were both exhilarating and draining. She was on a high when she awoke; but that was only after being well-rested. It was after both Lokesh and Seema left that she got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep during which she was lost to the world
As she lay on the bed, her first realization was that her body was bare. She had absolutely no clothes on. Then the memory of where she was and all that happened. Then the realization that she was late for all the other houses that she was to have reached by this time.
She got up with a start. She found her clothes all over the house. The kitchen, the hall and in the bedroom under the bed she found her bra, blouse, petticoat and saree. She dashed out of the house. As she left she noticed a man approaching. It became apparent that he was going to Jayashree madam's house. And that man seemed to know she had just come out of that house: both turned and looked at each other.
In all the years of work there, Laxmi did not particularly remember having seen him visit. But he did have a key to let himself in so he had to be someone known to the family.
She reached the houses where she had to work hopelessly late to face angry housewives. Each of them said the same thing to her: "Because we agreed to adjust our schedules because you had to go that other lady's house you are taking us for granted!"
She managed the day with some effort not just because of the timings but also because she kept remembering the wild times. After some time, there was a constant ache inside her for more of that passion. She had strong urges and carving for lust in her loins all day long.
She hastened back to Jayashree auntie's house promising to make up for shortfalls in work the next day.
And thus, a couple of days went by. Food, which to Lokesh's mother had been the principal reason for asking to Laxmi to be around became secondary to the boy himself. In fact, he had started to buy food on his way home so that Laxmi had little else to do than teach him how to pleasure a woman and to be pleasured himself.
The elevation of the maid to the status of worshipped teacher was quick. And worship her, he did.
It must have been the third day or the fourth when the man she had bumped into previously showed up at the door of the apartment. She may have been better able to remember after how many encounters with the two youngsters. But that too was a muddle of memories and events. She was surprised when the doorbell rang for it was much before the time for Lokesh to return.
She recognized him instantly as the person she had seen before. He, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly whom to find here. He walked in authoritatively, past Laxmi and marched to the middle of the hall, announcing that he was in fact Jayashree madam's cousin brother.
"She had asked me to check on Lokesh every now and then," he said and then turned to face Laxmi.
All of this was true. His name was Nagaraj and he had in fact visited the family on several occasions.
It was then that Laxmi could put some context to the face. "Yes sir! I know you. I have seen you on family occasions," she said, smiling. "But Lokesh is not here yet. It will take a couple of hours. Lunch will be ready in another half an hour if you wish to have some," she said, extending courtesies normal for extended family members.
"Yes, yes, I know all that," he said, waving it all off. "I like the way you are taking care of things. And I want you to render the same services to me, as well," he said.
"Well, it is a very packed schedule, but what kind of housework do you need done?" asked Laxmi. It was normal for families to network and find domestic help which was so hard to get in the cities nowadays.
"I think you can easily find time. And I am willing to pay handsomely, but not for the housework," said the man guardedly.
"Yejamaanre (my lord / sir) I know only housework," said Laxmi, her face quite blank and uncomprehending. "it is about all the special things you do for Lokesh," said Nagaraj.
"Well, normally I do not take up cooking assignments but I am doing this only for Jayashree madam in the circumstances," said Laxmi. She sensed that the thrust of the point that Nagaraj was making was elsewhere. But she preferred to let him take the long route rather than make anything a simple giveaway.
"You know very well which service I mean," he said and instantly knew he had hit the target when she turned deep scarlet, which for her color also meant a deeper tinge of brown. "not the one that Jayashree madam organized for him." He completed, leaving her in no doubt.
"I am willing to pay handsomely for it," he said pulling a wad of notes to tempt Laxmi.
Laxmi's temper flared up. It was an attempt to cover her tracks with a show of anger. But she also knew that he had spotted her doing something which he not to have seen.
And that was true. The other day when Nagaraj saw Laxmi leaving late in the morning he had at first thought that she was just finishing up on her chores. But the moment he entered the house, he could smell the aroma of sex.
Laxmi had woken up late and had no time to smoothen things out as she was a rush to make it to the other houses. She also expected to be back before the young man Lokesh returned from college and so time was on her side for tidying up.
Crumpled sheets, stained with all manners of fluids of sexual release, the odors of semen and cum having dried within that shut space -- all of them indicated that something was different. The clincher was the panties that Seema had been unable to trace at all.
In the heat of the moment when Laxmi peeled off the young woman's undergarment and flung it fell in a narrow space between the mattress and the footboard of the bed. Nagaraj spotted it. Its twisted, rolled up state caused him to imagine these being peeled off a woman -- in his mind Laxmi. That such an expensive one might not be worn by a working-class woman did not cross his mind, ill-equipped as a man is on such matters.
He had laid out a plan to catch the woman red-handed if she was engaged in some sort of activity designed to entrap his nephew. Sex, yes, for sure: but what was she docking him for? He needed to find out. After all his sister had given him some responsibility to keep an eye on Lokesh.
Lokesh's eyes were on Seema's sexy body, glistening as it was with the exertion of her orgasm. Eyes on Seema and mind on Laxmi Lokesh thrust forward with the eagerness of a novice. His cock sank into Laxmi's gaping wide and wet pussy.
Seema watched in lust as she saw the large monster slide effortlessly into the sexy older woman's bubbling snatch. And she watched again and again as the cock emerged only to plunge back in. The broad manhood was smeared in a mix of fluids, some whitish, some glistening.
Seema's throat choked with desire. Warnings be damned she wanted to feel the same wild pleasure that was causing Laxmi-amma to now grip Seema's arms to present Lokesh a stable target. "Me next, me next, me next!" she panted, quite amazed at her own immediate need for more on the back of such a deep-womb release inside her that had barely abated.
Laxmi raised one leg wide apart and wrapped it around Lokesh's back to hold him deep inside her, waiting for the moment of explosion.
Seema reached out for the woman who they said was a grandmother -- so hard to believe! She gripped Laxmi's large breasts and ripe nipples, kneading them hard and pulling and tugging.
"Oh Seema, I want you on my breasts. I want him in my womb. I need you both everywhere," she sighed as she kissed a part of Seema's hand that was within her reach.
Watching the young girl and the older woman- maid, grandmother -- however you described this sex goddess -- make love to each other was exciting. And they were hungry for him, too! -- and Lokesh shot one big, deep load inside his woman's womb.
Then he pulled back and Seema had a ringside view of that rearing, spewing, reddened cock as it lunged back in. "Oh my god!" gasped Seema. Her insides were now burning with desire.
"Laxmamma!" he wailed. It was his first full release into her. In many ways, this was his true loss of virginity. He pulled back and hammered in, his foreskin pulled back in full and cockhead at its utmost. Deep in her womb he shot another load and then pulled back and more.
"I want it too, I want it. Keep some for me," whimpered Seema, trembling under Laxmi. Laxmi allowed her body to rub back on Seema transmitting the friction of bodies.
Laxmi was wracked with pleasure and filled with satisfaction with the flood of Lokesh's semen inside her. She gripped him hard and the boy fell forward on his teacher, the maid. Seema thrust as best as she could to take what little pleasure was available for her burning pussy, as boy and woman start to kiss each other in a million kisses covering each other's face.
Seema watched Laxmi as she expertly brought both legs around Lokesh's back and beat a tattoo on the small of his back, extracting every little driblet that he had to offer. The shivers and shaking of both bodies was well felt by her.
"Can I?" she asked Laxmi, the chief orchestrator. "I need him, too!"
Laxmi laughed, her impishness back as her desire receded to manageable levels. "give him time, she murmured, rubbing her face against the girl's arm and holding Seema's other hand to her breast to make her pinch and squeeze. The girl was too careful and she needed as many hands on her, in as many places.
Both boy and girl kissed and caressed the woman who was showing them the path to pleasure, almost in an act of gratitude. And soon they fell asleep in that heap of spent pleasure.
He slept longer than either of them. For Laxmi, it was a relaxed day compared to her usual routine as a maid. Till she rearranged her engagements to suit Jayashree madam's request for special timings, her day rarely -if ever- included a relaxed moment.
Compared to that, the long gaps between pieces of work, the wonderful, mind-boggling sex and then the luxury of naps between bouts of sucking and fucking was much more relaxing and easy.
Also, the cleaning up after feeding the young master was a thebangutic reverie: she had imagined everything that happened between them and the work just melted away.
But she had never made love to a woman before. Lokesh's friend Seema, another 18-year old like him had dropped in while she was fucking him. the demand from o give Seema pleasure without penetration fell to her. You could call Laxmi a lesbian by accident; but oh! what a fabulous accident.
And now they lay, in a crisscross of bodies. The three of them sprawled over each other were different combinations. Laxmi and Seema: lovers. Laxmi and Lokesh: also lovers. But Seema and Lokesh: intended lovers?
Seema certainly wanted to be fucked. At first, she was completely hesitant -- she was clinging on to her notion that guys spelt trouble of all kinds.
And then Laxmamma had lain back between Seema's legs and she had a vantage point view of Lokesh's cock plunging into Laxmiamma's willing hungry pussy. And she realized that no matter how well tongued she had been the real thing was to be fucked by a man, as well.
She had experienced the expertise of a woman. she wanted to experience the lust of her friend.
Before they fell asleep Seema had pleaded with Laxmi to let her fuck Lokesh -- or ask Lokesh to fuck her. And Laxmi had advised that Lokesh needed rest to fuck again, after having cum so many times in that one afternoon.
Of the three, Laxmi awoke sooner than the other two for she had excellent stamina of a working woman. Then Seema awoke for she was not as exhausted as Lokesh. She had just had one lesbian experience with Laxmi-amma and no more.
It was past sundown in the evening. The fuck-fest which had started for Laxmi at around 3 in the afternoon was still going strong.
"Wake him. I need it," said Seema to Laxmi, unsure and unwilling to deal with Lokesh directly.
'need what?" asked Laxmi innocently, shaking off the haze and disorientation of having slept at an odd hour and the other unusual events of the day.
"Need his.....," and Seema's mind wandered off to the slick glistening member that she had seen sliding in and out of Laxmi-amma. She also remembered Laxmi's full-throated advertisement for Lokesh's ability to give pleasure.
Now she wanted, and she wanted it bad!
"I need to be fucked!" said Seema, finding it more comfortable to say this than to say she wanted Lokesh's cock. "I need pleasure."
"You have to wait, remember?" said Laxmi.
"But I cannot wait a moment more for my pleasure!" purred Seema, stretching out like a pussy cat that needs stroking.
Laxmi remembered the taste of her sweet young pussy and wondered if there was some pleasure to be had if she gave some, too.
She turned towards Seema and cupped one breast... small, pert and yet to grow to a woman's fullness. She stroked her way down and rubbed her between the legs. Involuntarily the legs parted and ever so gently Laxmi rubbed harder with each successive stroke.
Then with a natural expertise which belied the fact that she had never been with a woman before, she spread her fingers. Having become harder in her strokes, she broadened the scope of her fingers. A few strokes later she started to increase the depth of her stroking, gently spreading apart Seema's virgin pussy.
She was the first person to kiss her down there. She had been the first person to give her any pleasure which was not self-generated. And now she was about to be the first to plunge fingers into her wet bubbling pussy.
"I will give you the pleasure you seek," she whispered, nuzzling Seema's face and bringing her mouth to her nipples as her fingers plunged back and forth.
At first Seema gave herself up to that pleasure spontaneously.
And then suddenly she slapped away the older woman's hand. "You got a full cock in you. And you want me to make do with your fingers?" she said accusingly.
"No dear! He is just sleeping," replied Laxmi absent-mindedly bringing her fingers wet with Seema's juices to her lips and admiring the sweet aromas. She looked over her shoulder at the supine form.
"Wake him now," said Seema Ordering Laxmi amma about came naturally to her. After all the woman was a maid. And equally, Laxmiamma's response was that of a typical maid to the members of any household.
Just to the stuff that you are asked to. Especially the next generation had a tendency to complain to their parents if their bidding was not done.
So almost reflexively, Laxmi's response to Seema's command was positive.
"Let's see," she said and turned her back to Seema and started to kiss Lokesh's chest. Seema moved close, pressing her breasts into Laxmi's back to look over her shoulder at the unfolding action. The warmth and closeness felt good. She watched Laxmamma expertly work his body. Soon the cascade of her loose hair covered the most operative part of what was happening.
Laxmi's head was over Lokesh's crotch and her long hair covered what was happening beneath. Seema quickly reached over and lifted the curtain of hair. Laxmi was using her lips to gently nibble on the sleeping cock. Seema watched in fascination at the sucking, the kisses and tugs on a part of the body she thought was meant only to drive into a woman.
Here this woman seemed to be making a snack of the male cock. The human mind is a wonderful thing. Even though he was asleep Lokesh's body started to respond. The cock unfurled, swelled, enlarged and with continuous kissing and mouthing it came to its full expression.
Once it was erect, Laxmi worked her lips up the pillar of the cock and then her mouth swiveled on to the cockhead. Then she pulled the cock to one side and letting the head out with a plop, went back down the pillar. And up again. And the claiming of the head -- this time it made Lokesh jerk awake. Again, she tugged the cock to the other side with her mouth. When she let it out it sprang to its natural position, angled up towards his stomach.
As it bounced during the release a spatter of pre-cum flew and landed on Laxmi. She made a mental note that a long bath was needed considering all the spots on her that had fluids of both these young lovers of hers.
When she moved up to the head again -- she found competition from Seema. The young girl had joined Laxmi in tasting Lokesh. When Laxmi's lips kissed their way down the pillar, Seema (holding her breath for she was unused to the tastes and smell) and claimed the cock.
Copying Laxmi, her head bobbed on the cock, her little mouth stretched painfully wide to accommodate the cock. How was Laxmi able to swallow his cock so easily and then, so much of it. And then Laxmi murmured that it was her turn. The way she took in the cock was deft. Only the head and just a swirl and out: a gourmet's tasting.
Seema's gobbling was that of a gourmand, wanting it all and wanting it whole. After a few times, she had warmed to the task completely. She started fucking his cock with her mouth, unmindful of the original goal of just waking up her target. Because her mouth could not take all of it in (or perhaps she lacked the expertise of Laxmi) her action was focused around the head and a little lower but not much more.
Unknown to the inexperienced girl from an orgasmic perspective this was where all the action was. There was a lot of pleasure and joy to be had from the lips and mouth covering the entire cock -- but not making him cum. Since Seema's mouth was acting on such sensitive parts, Lokesh's reaction to her was closer to what Seema was looking for.
He joined the rhythm and started to fuck her back gently in her mouth. The inability to close her mouth had caused saliva to pool and this now flowed down his cock. The lubrication made the wet, warm affair of cock-throating more luxurious. Laxmi watched in fascination as her second novice of the day seemed to be headed for a graduation of sort. The girl was really a natural at mouthing off a cock.
Laxmi found herself regretting that she could not be the recipient of that kind of man-pleasure from Seema; nor could she take Seema like a man could. Or the way this boy-turned-man was about to take. Being pleasure while impaling a woman had to be as much fun as being impaled!
But a groan and Lokesh reaching out for Seema's head brought her out of the spell.
She stopped the young girl. "Hey stop now! You wanted to fuck him, didn't you?"
Seema still remained with her face prone over the jerking and pulsating cock. She turned her head towards Laxmi, causing the warm penis to slap against her cheek. It felt good and she rubbed her face on it fondly.
"So?" she asked Laxmi, her mouth streaked with Lokesh's fluids. 'Salty' she thought to herself of the taste of her friend.
"So, if you mouth him anymore, he will spurt into your mouth. Then you will have to wait for him to rest and revive before he can fill you. Are you willing to wait with a wet pussy till then? We do have all night ahead of us," she joked. Her hand caressed and snaked its way to the lair between Seema's leg. Oh god, she was wet and flowing!
"Oh yes!" exulted the girl, her hips moving to Laxmi's touch. She was once again grateful for the presence and guidance of this experienced woman on her first sojourn with a guy. If Laxmi interpreted the hip movement as a desire for her, she was mistaken. "I want to fuck," said the virgin simply. This amazed Lokesh as he was now properly awake. This was the same girl who made a big scene of any of his attempts to pet her beyond some imaginary line.
Seema lay back, her legs spread wide and up. "Come on!" she shouted to Lokesh, much louder than needed for that room. It was her excitement.
Laxmi looked longingly at his massively erect cock and felt a dryness in her throat. But it was not her turn. It was Seema's.
It was just Lokesh's second fuck ever and Laxmi saw the awkwardness. And while Seema lust-crazed in her drive she was no better than Lokesh in the matter of comfort.
Laxmi sat next to the couple, legs folded under her. She reached between the two aching bodies and caught Lokesh's eagerly prodding cock gently between her thumb and forefinger. With her other hand, she pulled at one thigh of Seema to increase the space for Lokesh to position himself.
It was then that the enormity of the moment hit Seema. With the penis at the mouth of her pussy, she tensed and clutched at Laxmi's arm. "Laxmiamma", she gasped.
Laxmi held the young girls head to her breast and placing one hand on Lokesh's small of back encouraged him to push forward and in. The warmth of her bosom comforted the startled young girl. Again, when Lokesh seemed to be misdirected she held the cock at the entrance to the lair.
Both the boy and girl trembled but were encouraged by the woman to take the plunge.
"Laxmamma! It will hurt" stammered the hitherto eager girl.
"No, my love," cooed Laxmi. "I am here. Don't worry."
"I am scared," whimpered Seema, her eyes flitting from Laxmi's comforting, glittering eyes to Lokesh's lunging impatient cock.
"Easy, boy!" murmured Laxmi to Lokesh. He looked sideways at her and gave her a nervous smile. Somehow fucking Laxmiamma had seemed easy and natural compared to taking Seema. Despite Laxmi's guidance he seemed up against an impenetrable fortress with no soft and welcoming refuge for a visiting king. It rather felt like designed to resist invasion.
"Mmm, push!" urged Laxmi, excitement soaring within her. she would have loved for Seema to fondle a breast but the girl's hands were made into fists and resting on Lokesh's shoulder, gently adding to the resistance. Laxmi noted that she was not cupping the shoulder to hold invitingly.
If that was the signal from the hands she could well imagine the channel below. She looked down between her own legs and noted the lips swollen and parted despite her legs being together in that sitting position.
She now slid her hand between the bodies to check what was happening between these two kids, for though they were old enough to be in college, Lokesh had grown up in front of her eyes and would always count as a child for her.
She toggled the cock to make sure it was aimed right. Then she felt around for Seema's pussy and found her clenched tight. She leaned close to Seema's ear and whispered, "Relax!" Even if she wanted to it seemed she couldn't. Laxmi stretched alongside the struggling couple so that she could keep talking to Seema.
She looked up at Lokesh's tense perspiring face and give him a reassuring flutter of her eyelids. Looking down at Seema she repeated her instruction, "Relax!" This time her word was accompanied by the gentle stroking of Laxmi's hands on the inside of her thigh.
As Laxmi's fingers pressed deeper, Seema gasped at the electric sensations that ran in her body from the woman's touch. Her pussy gave a little. Again, Laxmi toggled Lokesh's cock like a paint brush on those lips.
"You want him, don't you?" she asked, one finger making headway like a recce for the largeness waiting to follow. The wetness was within, hot bubbling and inviting but not at the entrance where it was much needed. Laxmi added her saliva to her fingers and slathered it on Seema's pussy gates.
"Push!" she cried out to Lokesh, sure that she would roll him over and mount him with urgent desire for the provocation she felt.
Lokesh made a little headway and then was stuck again. Seema cried out more from alarm than from any actual pain.
"Again! Again!" she whispered to Lokesh, hoarse and thick with her own desire. By now Seema's head was cradled in her arms. The young girl clutched at Laxmi - torn between her tension and her desire.
Lokesh thrust his hips and reached the exact same situation as before.
"Ok, hold there!" instructed Laxmi. She kissed Seema, her tongue probing in deep and her hand took the cock between fingers and rubbed it within those gates as best as she could. The painting of precum had moved a wee bit forward. The new line of resistance was now lubricated.
She removed her mouth off Seema's just enough to say "again' to Lokesh. and then on the spur of the moment, with a wet, cock-like tongue she slid her tongue in and out of Seema's mouth to mimic fucking.
That the inside of her mouth could be so erotic was unknown to Seema. She shivered and forgot all about the monster waiting to invade her. Lokesh thrust forward on cue. He made headway and Seema squealed in protest. Luckily for her, Lokesh was stuck again. The channel spasmed to clutch and Seema tensed at the forced parting of her pussy. She felt full! (Though she wasn't.) She looked down and saw that a good bit of his cock was NOT within her.
And she thought of how it sank till its base into Laxmi amma's pussy, vanishing completely. She closed her eyes and shuddered. Laxmi grabbed her and invaded her with her tongue again. This time Seema wanted to fuck her back with her tongue. The erotic sliding of sensitive tongues against one another made both women shiver. For a moment, Seema forgot all about why she had felt the need for a man as she enjoyed fully the experience of a woman, warm, supple, understanding, comforting, erotic, pleasurable, satisfying....
And Lokesh thrust again as his own patience gave way to the need for this cock to be stroked. Laxmi used the back of her hand to indicate that he should pull out. And quickly her hand on his taut ass pressed forward. She was glad for the signaling she had previously used with him. It came in handy now.
She needed her hand on Seema's face so she quickly leveled her hand with Lokesh's eyes and indicted with a small gap between her fingers that the fucking had to be shallow. Her student proved adept as she felt the boy prod and retreat, again and again. She now occupied herself fully with Seema. Still couching her in one arm, she used the free hand to hold her face away from Lokesh above her to herself on the side and continued the tongue duel.
It was heavenly. Seema imagined whether Laxmi was this wet and hot in her pussy right now. Laxmi just gave into the luxurious feel and pleasure wondering about all the women she had in her circle and left unattended or unused or unloved: whichever.
And then 'pop'! gradually sinking in deeper, the cock reached where the pussy opened out to the womb and he was in, fully! His cockhead bulged and filled the space. Seema felt a sharp pain and cried into Laxmi's mouth, eyes widening. Laxmi knew her lover-girl had been taken in full. And Lokesh pressed in fully but he was large for her. Seema had tears in her eyes and Laxmi quickly pressed Lokesh's ass with her palm to make sure he stayed still for a bit.
"Do not fuck in and out!" she said in a voice filled with urgency and concern. Seema nodded in agreement, tears rolling and body shivering. But as he stayed deep and embedded, the vibrations from his cock seemed to transmit to her pussy and vibrations began in the walls that had put up that stiff resistance.
Soon her body was humming and she smiled from behind her tears. It was -- divinely beautiful to be filled so by a man. She looked down at the length which could not make its way in and looked up at Lokesh with admiration. She was glad her first fuck was with a man so strong and large! She was glad that she had Laxmamma to overcome her own self in this quest -- for in that instant she knew the biggest barrier to her own pleasure had been she herself.
Suddenly that comforting arm of Laxmi's felt like an uncomfortable wedge under her neck and back. Suddenly the mistress of guidance and pleasure thus far was an intrusion. Suddenly: why was Lokesh not fucking?
She pushed Laxmi away and locked her arms around his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulling back a bit, thrust up.
Lokesh gasped in surprise and pleasure. Time for him to capitalize on all the gymming. He propped himself up like he did during push-ups and lifted the small-built girl off the bed. Not by much but her pert ass was not on the mattress for that moment.
And he fucked, his hips alone moving into her lair and the cock sank in and Seema fell back on the mattress, screaming, "Oh, fuck!" all the emphasis on the 'k' so it sound like "fuckkkkkkkkkk".
This was the much-advertised golden moment! And yes, thanks to Laxmamma it did feel golden after that initial panic attack.
Lokesh lifted his strong hips and clinging on to him, little Seema was airborne again. And again, he thrust in, fucking her hard and deep.
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"Ah!" screamed Seema, pleasure tinged with the pain of deep invasion. IT was as if he was prizing her open to take his full dimensions. Laxmi lay back, propped on pillows watching the display of young lust- a boy and a girl discovering themselves and learning about pleasure the good, old-fashioned way.
Nothing old-fashioned for her in the way she pleasured herself watching these two. The woman who had never really pleasured herself had was stroking herself. With each thrusting fuck of Lokesh her fingers reached deeper. And when she watched Seema clutching on to him, she found herself finger fucking harder.
Her pussy was soaking wet and she was as much in need of the fuck as Seema was busy taking, perhaps more so.
The widening of the pussy, the pounding in her womb, the relentless cockhead and Lokesh's staying borne of his numerous cums earlier caused Seema to explode. Surprisingly the name she screamed out was Laxmi's and not Lokesh's.
"Laxmamma," she wailed as she felt a full-blooded orgasm from her awakened insides. Walls clutched at the marauding cock. And thankfully for her, that little nub she used to stroke in masturbation seemed to be reamed by the monster coming in and going out. She melted and grabbed Laxmi's hand painfully hard as her first orgasm ripped through her body.
Her body relaxed and fell back as pleasure coursed through her. Lokesh's pounding was unrelenting, unmindful of her deep release. And as she relaxed he went in deeper, seeming to touch the back and limit of her insides. She winced but did not resist.
She had given herself up to pleasure like she should have long ago. She turned to look at Laxmi and smiled. The older woman touched her cheek, gently. The mild, sticky dampness Seema felt on her cheek was from Laxmi's furious, incomplete masturbation.
And then Seema gasped in shock. Deep in her body a new quake arose and another orgasm shattered her -- this time from the walls of the pussy, she clearly felt it.
"Fuck me! You bastard! You stud! You fucker!" she howled out to Lokesh. "This is what you hungered for all these months, right?" She held him and fucked up back as if to tame him. But he was not going to be tamed that easily.
He groaned and nodded a yes. But it was a lie. The petting and touching of the previous months were pale in comparison to the luxurious fuck that Laxmiamma was; or the raw fuck that Seema was for him.
He gritted his teeth, concentrating hard now on cumming, glancing at Laxmamma occasionally.
Wracked by one orgasm after another, Seema was now little more than a rag in a storm. She flailed and held on for dear life as Lokesh fucked her like an animal. His orgasm was elusive but his cock was insistent. Sweat poured off him and trickled on to the young woman's body which was slick with her own sweat.
But she held on, clinging like a monkey might to its mother.
And Laxmi instinctively knew what to do. Loading her fingers with her saliva her hand cupped his ass. Her middle finger sank between the buttocks aided by lubrication. As she touched the sensitive inner areas and threatened to invade him, he convulsed and exploded.
He pounded maniacally into the former virgin who had completely given herself over to this fuck-storm. And he screamed out a name. Not Seema, who he was fucking. But Laxmamma who he was desiring.
"Laxmamma!" he babbled over and over again. Combined with a loud "ah!" her name became 'Laxmammaaaaaaaaah'.
"Yes, my dears" said Laxmamma soothingly. And Lokesh surprised her by pushing her on her back. He withdrew fully from Seema and that girl fell back limply on to the bed, drained by multiple orgasms and an animal pounding which was fantastic pleasure. Brilliant as it was she could take no more. But Seema felt pure jealousy for what Lokesh did next.
Holding his cock prone he plunged into Laxmiamma's rich, wet pussy. He laughed and gasped with great pleasure. Seema watched in fascination as her friend became less-frenzied and more forceful with Laxmamma. The way he pounded her was demanding and asking. And Laxmamma seemed to be rhythmic.
They were poetry together and Seema watched with fascination and jealousy as Lokesh smoothly lost his cum, his seed, his sperm deep in that woman who was supposedly a grandmother.
A million kisses on the older woman's face followed as Lokesh kept cumming. The gentle wings of a butterfly on Lokesh's ass as Laxmi tapped out every drop that he had to give was not lost on Seema. She was learning so much from this beautiful woman!
And there and then awakened inside Seema a desire more powerful than the desire for orgasm. She knew she wanted to be a warm, seductive, temptress like Laxmi. The pleasure Laxmi took seemed no less than the pleasure she took for herself.
But the pleasure Laxmi gave is what the man seemed to want and the way he wanted was vastly different. Laxmi had loved her: pleasure, comfort, maternal soothing -- everything. Laxmi had loved him -- teaching, guiding and giving pleasure and teaching Lokesh how it felt when a woman took pleasure from you.
Seema knew that instant that she wanted to be all that woman. She moved close to Laxmamma and cuddled up even as the two were in the throes of their orgasms.
She felt beautiful, she felt woman and knew she was going to train herself to be a gourmet. Someone to be wanted beyond orgasm and pleasure; and someone who took more than pleasure and orgasms.
Laxmiamma, the maid, was such a great teacher!
Laxmi did not know that. Not yet. But soon she would for something was about to happen.
The three of them fucked all night. Sometimes it was all of them. Sometimes just two of them. But in almost all combinations Laxmi, the maid, the teacher was present. That explained how she found herself alone, asleep and the house empty. Both Seema and Lokesh left in time for their college classes.
Both of them were grateful to Laxmiamma for the all the love, the pleasure, the education and the care she had shown. It was in that sense that they felt she should be left alone. Lokesh and Seema did not share notes with each other about the one-on-one time they later had with Laxmiamma. But they kind of knew.
There were occasions when Lokesh awoke and wanted Laxmiamma's undivided attention. At other times, it was Seema who wanted that. And at least once during the night there was a merry-go-round of sucking and fucking as a trio.
It explained Laxmi's exhaustion that she woke up so late; normally she was an early riser. But she had been drained from the afternoon before through the night. If she was not sucking, she was fucking or being fucked. She had been filled by Lokesh several times. And then Seema had wanted to learn how to suck as well as return that favor.
Orgasms were both exhilarating and draining. She was on a high when she awoke; but that was only after being well-rested. It was after both Lokesh and Seema left that she got a few hours of uninterrupted sleep during which she was lost to the world
As she lay on the bed, her first realization was that her body was bare. She had absolutely no clothes on. Then the memory of where she was and all that happened. Then the realization that she was late for all the other houses that she was to have reached by this time.
She got up with a start. She found her clothes all over the house. The kitchen, the hall and in the bedroom under the bed she found her bra, blouse, petticoat and saree. She dashed out of the house. As she left she noticed a man approaching. It became apparent that he was going to Jayashree madam's house. And that man seemed to know she had just come out of that house: both turned and looked at each other.
In all the years of work there, Laxmi did not particularly remember having seen him visit. But he did have a key to let himself in so he had to be someone known to the family.
She reached the houses where she had to work hopelessly late to face angry housewives. Each of them said the same thing to her: "Because we agreed to adjust our schedules because you had to go that other lady's house you are taking us for granted!"
She managed the day with some effort not just because of the timings but also because she kept remembering the wild times. After some time, there was a constant ache inside her for more of that passion. She had strong urges and carving for lust in her loins all day long.
She hastened back to Jayashree auntie's house promising to make up for shortfalls in work the next day.
And thus, a couple of days went by. Food, which to Lokesh's mother had been the principal reason for asking to Laxmi to be around became secondary to the boy himself. In fact, he had started to buy food on his way home so that Laxmi had little else to do than teach him how to pleasure a woman and to be pleasured himself.
The elevation of the maid to the status of worshipped teacher was quick. And worship her, he did.
It must have been the third day or the fourth when the man she had bumped into previously showed up at the door of the apartment. She may have been better able to remember after how many encounters with the two youngsters. But that too was a muddle of memories and events. She was surprised when the doorbell rang for it was much before the time for Lokesh to return.
She recognized him instantly as the person she had seen before. He, on the other hand, seemed to know exactly whom to find here. He walked in authoritatively, past Laxmi and marched to the middle of the hall, announcing that he was in fact Jayashree madam's cousin brother.
"She had asked me to check on Lokesh every now and then," he said and then turned to face Laxmi.
All of this was true. His name was Nagaraj and he had in fact visited the family on several occasions.
It was then that Laxmi could put some context to the face. "Yes sir! I know you. I have seen you on family occasions," she said, smiling. "But Lokesh is not here yet. It will take a couple of hours. Lunch will be ready in another half an hour if you wish to have some," she said, extending courtesies normal for extended family members.
"Yes, yes, I know all that," he said, waving it all off. "I like the way you are taking care of things. And I want you to render the same services to me, as well," he said.
"Well, it is a very packed schedule, but what kind of housework do you need done?" asked Laxmi. It was normal for families to network and find domestic help which was so hard to get in the cities nowadays.
"I think you can easily find time. And I am willing to pay handsomely, but not for the housework," said the man guardedly.
"Yejamaanre (my lord / sir) I know only housework," said Laxmi, her face quite blank and uncomprehending. "it is about all the special things you do for Lokesh," said Nagaraj.
"Well, normally I do not take up cooking assignments but I am doing this only for Jayashree madam in the circumstances," said Laxmi. She sensed that the thrust of the point that Nagaraj was making was elsewhere. But she preferred to let him take the long route rather than make anything a simple giveaway.
"You know very well which service I mean," he said and instantly knew he had hit the target when she turned deep scarlet, which for her color also meant a deeper tinge of brown. "not the one that Jayashree madam organized for him." He completed, leaving her in no doubt.
"I am willing to pay handsomely for it," he said pulling a wad of notes to tempt Laxmi.
Laxmi's temper flared up. It was an attempt to cover her tracks with a show of anger. But she also knew that he had spotted her doing something which he not to have seen.
And that was true. The other day when Nagaraj saw Laxmi leaving late in the morning he had at first thought that she was just finishing up on her chores. But the moment he entered the house, he could smell the aroma of sex.
Laxmi had woken up late and had no time to smoothen things out as she was a rush to make it to the other houses. She also expected to be back before the young man Lokesh returned from college and so time was on her side for tidying up.
Crumpled sheets, stained with all manners of fluids of sexual release, the odors of semen and cum having dried within that shut space -- all of them indicated that something was different. The clincher was the panties that Seema had been unable to trace at all.
In the heat of the moment when Laxmi peeled off the young woman's undergarment and flung it fell in a narrow space between the mattress and the footboard of the bed. Nagaraj spotted it. Its twisted, rolled up state caused him to imagine these being peeled off a woman -- in his mind Laxmi. That such an expensive one might not be worn by a working-class woman did not cross his mind, ill-equipped as a man is on such matters.
He had laid out a plan to catch the woman red-handed if she was engaged in some sort of activity designed to entrap his nephew. Sex, yes, for sure: but what was she docking him for? He needed to find out. After all his sister had given him some responsibility to keep an eye on Lokesh.
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