05-07-2024, 02:11 PM
MILY IS A BIRTHDAY GIFT :
It has been many days since she got a call from “Sonali” or “Ashim”. Since her last encounter with her hubby’s drunken friend was so disgusting, that she welcomed the no phone call phase.
Her life was back to normal , with her dropping her daughter and back at home . But now there was a slight change in her life. She took out time for herself, in self grooming. Her regular pedicure and manicure and facials made her look more attractive. Her shapely nails, milky white soft skin texture and treaded eye brows made her glow. Even now she didn’t need much make up as sex oozed from her , in spite the fact that she was a mother.
Though her hubby was indifferent towards her but now she made more head turn when she was in the street. The people in and around her flat building envied her hubby as they lusted for this gorgeous mother.
It was the month of June. Highly hot and humid in and around Kolkata. Mily was not able to purchase an AC for her flat in spite the large amount of money she had in her account. After dropping off her daughter , she rushed to have a bath .
The cold water rushed down her body cooling it a bit. She dried herself and wore a towel gown to soak off rest of the water from her body. The gown was about an inch or two above her knees.
She sat on her dining table chair as her mobile chimed. It was “Sonali”, she received the call unwillingly. After a few pleasantries she came up with the main topic “A young student , son of a rich businessman is coming over . It’s his birthday and with the money he received, he wants to enjoy. Treat him well with some fake resistance and his name is Sidharth”
Mily wondered “how young the guy might me and what did she mean by fake resistance??”
Never the less , the door bell chimed just after half an hour. She didn’t even had time to change.
Mily opened the kitchen door to find Sidharth standing there, he looked so young “was he still an college student or just might be in first year” . Her first reaction was to send him away, as she wasn't dressed yet and he was so young. But sending off a client in her line of business could be a disaster. He looked worried and nervous.
"Hi Mily Aunty, Sonali aunty has asked me to come?" he asked, sounding miserable.
"Come in Sidharth" Mily stammered, while stepping aside to let him in.
Mily pulled the gown tighter, as he followed her into the flat. He was dressed in a jeans and t shirt with a sling bag hanging from his shoulder.
"Would you like something to drink," she asked.
"Sure," he murmured. She turned around to fetch a glass of cold drink for the kid. She could feel his hot gaze on her milky thighs as they peeked from her gown.
"Happy birthday Sidharth, how old are you now?" she asked while handing the glass to him.
"Thank you , I am 18 now" he murmured as his hand trembled .
"It's more comfortable in the sofa" she told.
He followed her in, and when she sat on the only sofa, he sat down next to her. She tried to shuffle away, but the gown was caught under him, and he didn't take the hint. She sighed lightly, and he sighed heavily.
"So, tell me," Mily asked “ Do you have a girl friend”
"Well. I do have a girl friend but I can't keep a girlfriend for long. I need to know what I'm doing wrong. I asked Sonali aunty for help and she sent me to you," he said, and shrugged.
At the mention of Sonali, she cringed.
"Tell me all about it, and I'll help. Promise! I was a teenager once," she said, trying to raise a smile. Mily was trying to look confident.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Maybe I should try to figure it out," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Mily put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's OK. Whatever you say will be between us," she reassured him.
"Kissing is one thing. Girls said I didn't kiss right," Sidharth asserted, looking hurt.
Mily wanted to laugh. Surely at his age he had plenty of experience. Fortunately he was looking away, feeling embarrassed, otherwise he would have seen the flash of a smirk on her face. As a married woman Mily too had plenty of experience of life, so handling this young man would be easy. She felt it’s the right time to take it ahead.
"Show me," she blurted out. She meant for him to pucker up, to demonstrate his lack of skill. She didn't expect his next move. How could she have expected a young boy to actually kiss her! It took her completely by surprise.
He didn't need to move closer, as their hips were already touching. He just turned his head, and leaned forward. When their lips touched her mouth was open, so he delved in with his tongue.
She was so taken aback by this impudence, she just sat there. His arms wrapped around her, holding on tight. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She automatically reacted from memories of past sessions, when long kissing sessions were common. She breathed through her nose, gasping for air.
He seemed to be devouring her! His tongue darted around hers, in a seductive dance. The sensations were overpowering after such a long time since being kissed so passionately. It was no good saying no, as her mouth was too busy. She tried to push him away. She froze, unable to move, startled like a frightened rabbit. Suddenly she remembered “Fake resistance” , it jolted her as she understood the meaning. She will have to put up a show.
"Stop it!" she murmured around his tongue.
One of his hands wasn't round her back as she thought. It had slipped into the gown! If it were an accident, or not, it didn't matter. It was terribly wrong. His hand cupped her breast. Her bare breast! His fingers began to play with a nipple, teasing it, pinching it.
She tried to stop the unwelcome groping, only her hand was on the outside of the gown. She scrabbled at it, trying to get at his hand. The front was held tightly closed where he was leaning on it, pulling it tight around his hand.
"Let me go!" she wailed. The muffled words were ignored.
Both hands went to his shoulders to push him away. There was no strength in her arms. He was a strong kid, and she was a housewife, unused to wrestling with strong young men. Although thirty-eight, she had a good body and she was aware of it as she had worked hard to keep slim and fit. After all she had clients to maintain.
It wasn't his strength, it was her fake resistance preventing her from pushing him away. He hadn't exactly forced himself on her, as she had inadvertently invited him to kiss her. With anguish she realised she was acquiescing to the delicious sensations. This was all wrong! She should be fighting him off! Her arms felt so weak, she let them fall over his shoulders.
"Please, Sidharth," she moaned.
Her head slightly turned to one side, all the easier to seal their lips together. Her tongue began to slip around his, dueling lightly, playfully, and seductively. Ignoring his naughty hands she concentrated on his tongue. It had invaded her body, seduced her, and now had her at its mercy. Her lips and tongue twisted around his, devouring him in return.
"Oh! Sidharth!" she whimpered.
He slid the gown off her shoulders; just enough to let his other hand squeeze into the gown. Both hands played with her breasts. The light touch of his palm brushed her hot flesh. Finger tips teased her nipples. Feeling them grow long and hard, he pinched them. One, then the other. He continued to rub them between his fingers, then again one was pinched, then the other.
"Please don't," she implored.
She began to anticipate the slight pain in her nipples when he pinched them. Rolling her shoulders lifted a breast up to him, as though she were helping. Little moans were felt as vibrations in their mouths, rather than heard. Delirious from an onslaught of sensations bombarding her mind, nothing could be done to resist. Her body respond automatically to his intense seduction.
"No, Sidharth. You mustn't," she tried to say.
The feather light touches upon her thighs were easy to ignore. They weren't real, nor happening. Nevertheless, her body reacted to the sweet caresses.
Her head spun from sensations assailing her mind. Her body vibrated with sexuality. She tried to deny it, but knew full well his fingers were dancing over her thighs. She tried to pull them together. Lifting her legs up, she fell back onto the arm of the sofa. Her lips parted when he at last let go, allowing her to breathe deeply. She sucked in badly needed air, in gasps.
"Stop it, Sidharth, please," she begged.
His weight pushed her body down into the sofa, ensnaring her arms. Her head was propped against the arm of the sofa, also trapped.
"No! You mustn't," she whispered, on a hiss of breath.
He moved up her body to kiss her. At least those devilish hands had let go of her private parts. None had touched her sex, except her husband. She turned her head away to avoid falling once again into his trap. It was no good, her body was too attuned to his touch. It cried out for him. She could see her gown was open at the front, with her breasts looking as though they were on offer.
"Please stop, Sidharth. You don't know what you're doing to me," she moaned.
She could do nothing to stop him, for her arms were trapped underneath her body. Her breathing was so deep and ragged, she could hardly talk.
Her eyes opened wide, looking wild with fear. She looked between them, as though she might see his hands lower down. Instead, he was leaning on them, taking part of his weight from her. Still she couldn't move. Now from fear! It wasn't her imagination. Something touched her down there, between her legs!
"Oh! No!" she yelped.
She tried pulling her knees together, clapping either side of his legs. All she had achieved was to clasp her legs upon his strong, powerful thighs. He was lying between her legs, keeping them separated. When he pushed forward she cried out!
"No! Please, no. You can't do this, please," she begged.
She hefted her hips up with all her might, attempting to throw him off the sofa. Instead, her legs slid up either side of his. She felt the head of his cock pierce her soft, hot flesh. She had unintentionally thrust her sex at him! She had impaled her body on his cock!
She turned her head back to him, looking in his face, seeing there a smirk of conquest. All he had to do was relax his arm muscles to lower his body, and his cock would penetrate her further.
"Please, don't. It's, wrong!" Mily stammered.
"You seem to have enjoyed it so far Mily Aunty," he grinned.
Her lips flapped uselessly on unutterable words, from the realization he was right. She was trapped under him, unable to escape!
"We mustn't, it's wrong. Please don't do this," she cried. "I didn't mean to kiss you," she weakly said.
This young guy had physically and mentally disabled her. All he had to do was lower himself into her unresisting body. It was dreadful to think how open and ready she was. How awful was she to be so easily worked up by him. Even now her body was aching for him.
"Please don't. I'm a married woman, I can't do this, it's wrong!" she croaked.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. She was searching for a sign of compassion. Could this callous youth possibly understand what he was doing to her?
She felt him move. For a moment she thought he was pulling away from her; rejecting her. The sudden painful thought threw her off balance. How could she be aggrieved by the thought of him pulling his cock out of her sex?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you kiss me. It's my fault. Please let me go," she murmured.
She felt him settling onto her, not with his full weight, but with a purposeful push of his hips. He was toying with her! Not only with her body, but with her feelings, and mind. His cock settled into her, pushing carefully, fractionally further inside. She heard a gasp, as though it were somebody else far away.
"We mustn't do this. There's others to think about. Let me go, please," she whined.
Knowing he was playing her like a toy didn't help. She was unable to withstand the torment of being wound up without release. She felt him push a little deeper. Any moment she would snap, and thrust up at him with all her might. Was that what he was doing, holding back to frustrate her?
"Stop it now, please! I won't say anything to anyone. Just stop, please," she groaned.
Ever so slowly his cock invaded her vagina. Deeper, and deeper, she felt it penetrate. As much as she wanted to thrust up at him, to reach the inevitable, it was impossible to move. The look of satisfaction on his face had her mesmerised. It was difficult to look away, or even close her eyes. The mocking expression told her he had her, and wasn't letting her off lightly.
"Do it!" she challenged.
The feathery light voice was strange in her ears. The awful words betrayed her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he nonchalantly asked.
His words were clear, her mind was not. It swirled with lust and outrage. How could she allow this young boy to take her. What choice did she have? She felt his cock nudge her so very deep, she gasped with a pathetic whimper.
"Yes! Fuck me," she loudly declared.
He rose up, pulling up, and up, until she feared losing the hardness that was so desperately needed. He plunged down inside her body, seemingly filling her entire body with cock. She whimpered again, when he pushed against her cervix. It was an unusual feeling, yet not unpleasant.
"Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me hard," she wailed.
The rhythm settled into a steady pounding of her vagina. With every downward plunge, his hips hit hers, and his cock hit deeper inside than ever experienced before. With every pounding of his cock, she responded with an animal like wail.
"I'm nearly there, don't stop now!" she whined.
When he pushed home and held still, she knew he was ready. Surprisingly, so was she. He began to judder, and his legs pressed hard into the sofa. His cock powerfully expanded, and he thrust hard into her, with all his might. She imagined feeling him ejaculate, with splashes of hot cum spurting directly into her womb.
"Fill me up! Oh,! Fill me up!" she cried out.
He dug his toes into the sofa and pushed hard. The head of his cock pressed tight against the entrance to her womb, as he cum again, and again. She had never felt a penis so deep, or such a powerful spurt of sperm. Her orgasm started before him, and continued still. So sensitive was her body, that she felt the slightest twinge of his cock.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.
On reaching the end of an orgasm, it built again! A third time took her completely by surprise. Eventually her whole body collapsed, from the emotional tension, finally leaving her exhausted and replete. She lay there like him, breathing heavily.
Recovering first, he pulled the gown away from a nipple with his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth. She opened her mouth to complain, but either she was deaf, or no sound emerged. She lay quietly watching him suck on an over sensitive nipple, while he tried to engulf as much of a breast as possible. Again he was playing with her body, only this time she smiled with pleasure.
She wanted to ask him if he loved her. The silly notion was quickly dismissed. She cleared her throat.
"We shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you," she hesitantly said. It sounded pathetic, so she gave up.
Her arms were still wedged underneath her, and he was too heavy to budge. It was embarrassing feeling his wet cock against her thigh. Something had to be done, as difficult as it was, something had to be said.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he smiled, then went back to sucking on her breasts. He had both of them out, playing with one, then the other.
"You shouldn't be playing with a stranger’s breasts," she quietly stated. The nonsense statement almost made her laugh.
"It's wrong to suck on your breasts, but alright to make you cum?" he mocked her. He flashed her a bright smile, then sucked loudly on a nipple.
"No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you do anything to me. It was all wrong, and all my fault," she said, sounding sorry for herself.
"We both enjoyed it, so, don't worry," he smiled. "Sonali did tell me that you are amazing" he calmly stated.
The serious look on his face made her heart flutter. It's just the after affects of an orgasm, she told herself. There was no way she could be flattered by the remark. He was just an adolescent, making it up. It was silly to feel pleased that he had been taking notice of her, though the illicit satisfaction was difficult to shake off.
"You're playing with me again," she said, about his words, not about what he was doing to her breasts. He began to kiss his way down from her breasts. A hand held her in place, while his lips and tongue teased her belly. He carried on.
"No! Please! You mustn't. I'm not a toy to be played with," she complained.
She struggled, though not enough to get free. There was enough of an excuse that he held her down with his hand on her chest. Lips sucked and kissed lower with every touch. On reaching her sex, the nips and bites diverted to her thighs. Now the lips and tongue were jumping around, so she couldn't anticipate the next touch.
"No! Please! Let me go," she weakly spoke.
Before she could firm up her voice, he took hold of her lips, to nip them with his teeth. She squealed in delight. He pushed exploratory fingers inside, to feel how open she still was. She began to leak, yet he still probed and explored. He hadn't seen a woman's sex up close, and found it fascinating. She hadn't let anyone explore her like this, ever. It was embarrassing, and all the more so that she was leaking his sperm.
"Stop it, please. We've got to talk," she implored him.
He reluctantly rolled off onto the floor. He pulled her on top of him, and held her tight.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"No! You've had your way with me, isn't that enough?" she crossly spoke.
"I'll kiss you then," he said, and did so.
She defiantly kept her mouth tightly shut. He sucked on her lips, bit them, then travelled around her neck with a thousand kisses and licks. She grabbed his face and kissed him full on. It lasted for awhile. Coming up for breath she looked at him seriously, then shook his head.
"I'm a married and a mother . You can't just barge into my home and take me." she tried to look serious.
"You know what I mean!" she firmly said, only to laugh along with him. "It was nice, more than nice. " she said, with a voice running low, as she realized she was a cheat.
She had cheated on her husband many times and now with this young lad. Her forehead dropped onto his chest.
He slapped her bare ass.
"Oww!" she protested.
She still wore the gown, but it was almost pulled from her body. He noticed she hadn't stopped him playing with her, and hadn't protested too much. She was trying to be adult and sensible. The glow of an orgasm was still affecting her, so it was easy to keep her compliant.
"You enjoyed that so much, I want to pleasure you again," he asserted.
"No! Not now!" she yelped. The glint in her eyes was contradicting the protest.
"When, after a shower?" he laughed.
"I meant no, not ever!" she forcefully said.
He noticed she wasn't fighting him off, or attempting to escape. He pushed her off, and rolled on top of her. He separated her legs with his, and held her still.
"As you can't decide, I'll decide when we fuck," he firmly told her.
Mily groaned, only now realising what she had gotten herself into. This young guy was so much into lust with her.
She knew a great weight would hang over her soon. Once the flush of orgasmic pleasure was over, the guilt would take over. It was already beginning to, with the follow up of self-pity close behind.
"No more! Let me up, I need the bathroom," she ordered.
She didn't hear him follow her. Her troubled thoughts were loud enough to cover his footsteps. Her wet body was glowing in the bathroom light. Reaching into the shower she felt his arms encompass her. He lifted her up, and stepped under the waterfall. His hands were everywhere and way ahead of hers.
He soaped her all over. When both his hands cupped her bottom and sex, she gave up. They were interlaced, making it impossible to break the hold on her crotch. The feeling of hands soaping between her cheeks, circling her asshole, between her lips, cupping her sex in his palm, defeated her.
She flung back her head into the spray, and groaned loudly. A fitful orgasm rocked her legs. It wasn't deep, it was like the shower, all over her body, like a rainstorm. His hands carried on playing with her, front and back. He was prolonging the orgasm with fingers probing her pussy, and her asshole.
Every time she thought it was over, he triggered it again.
"No more, please!" she cried out.
Both hands were flat, leaning all her weight against the tiled wall. She began to slide as her legs gave way. He held her up with a finger in her pussy, and another in her ass. As her hands slid down the wall, her ass was drawn upward.
She was only partially aware of the awkward position. She was on hands and feet, with her head in the corner of the shower stall. He slid a finger from her pussy, with another still holding onto her asshole. He replaced the finger with his cock, sliding into her easily. He began to fuck her steadily, while she moaned in time with every inward thrust. It took him a long time to cum, by which time she was delirious.
He held her by waist and pounded her hard. Mily moaned loud and louder until they both came together.
'You must promise me not to tell anyone,' Mily calmly stated as they both dried themselves
'I promise, though, under condition we spend the whole afternoon together,' Sidharth blurted out.
'You can't expect me to agree to that!' she complained.
'Why not. We both enjoyed it,' he bluntly stated.
'It was wrong, and two wrongs don't make a right,' she tried to look serious again.
'One last fling. You're a beautiful woman,' he quietly spoke.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, ending up with a palm cupping her cheek.
You look so delicious, I could lick and nibble you all over,' he whispered in her ear. She smiled , this young guy though seemed young but was quite expert.
She turned her head to face him. There was an intention to tell him to leave, though nothing was said. Instead she let him kiss her.
Lips took over from hands, to caress her face and neck. Hands cupped her breasts. Fingers tweaked her nipples. He was taking his time with a strong determination to seduce her. His strong hands smoothly massaged her breasts. He sucked on her lips, bit her neck, licked and whispered in her ears.
She breathed heavily from the soft words of affection he whispered into a sensitized ear.
She lifted her chin for him to explore her neck. He was kissing his way down to her breasts. Anticipating the caresses to her susceptible nipples was thrilling. Without realizing it, her knees parted. His hands delicately tripped over her thighs, lightly stroking them. So much attention was too much to resist.
His hands wrapped around her bottom to lift her off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist with her anklet on his skin rubbing , and he carried her to the dining table. He perched her bottom on the edge, maneuvered himself close, then pushed roughly into her.
The previous gentleness contrasted with the hard pounding he gave her. The rough sex had her moaning with pleasure. She wailed over his shoulder, and pounded on his back with both fists.
'Fuck me hard, Sidharth,' she cried out.
Feeling his legs shudder was a sign of an imminent orgasm. Unable to resist, not wanting to, she climaxed again. Holding him close she wailed lightly, almost sobbing. When he pulled her off the table, she felt his cock slip from her sex. It felt as though it belonged there, and its parting was sorrowful.
He managed to half carry her to the bedroom again. They wrapped themselves in each other. Feeling his hardness pushing at her sex brought her around. Not again! She thought, then felt him enter.
'Sidharth!' she protested.
He hadn't asked, or even warned her! He was simply helping himself to her body. She had never experienced such an audacious act. Her sex was way ahead of her, for it was aroused and ready. She wondered what he had done while she was asleep for her sex to be so wet. His penis was slowly penetrating her vagina, gently pulling back, then repeating the delicious movements, getting deeper with each push.
Her mind quickly caught up to enjoy it.
'Sidharth!' she lightly breathed.
She tried to reach behind to caress him. He had his arms wrapped around her pinning her arms to her sides, preventing movement. It felt as though she were tied up, unable to do anything but accept him taking her. She helplessly lay there being fucked, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
'Faster, Sidharth,' she said.
'Mily Aunty What do you want, tell me how you want it, ' he heavily breathed in her ear.
'Fuck me faster!' she implored him.
This young guy was getting her to talk dirty. This was another first for her, and she wondered again how such a young guy did these things to her. Nearing a climax, she let loose.
'Keep going, Sidharth! Fuck me deep, Sidharth!' Mily begged. Never before she begged anyone like this
She clenched her teeth as though in pain. Her head rocked back, hitting his nose. He stopped moving trying to recover from the pain in his nose. The hesitation in his movements tormented her.
'Please, Sidharth, fuck me!' she demanded.
The pain spurred him on to push with all his strength. He shifted his weight to get a better leverage, shoving hard and deep inside. His cock slid across her clit, drawing a guttural sound from her throat.
'Yes!' she repeated over and over as she climaxed.
Feeling her shuddering body, he knew he could cum now. He spurted his load deep into her. He kept his cock still, forcing it as deep as possible. He was rewarded by her clasping him tight, with strong inner muscles. The tremors subsided as his cock retreated from her.
'Sidharth!' she groaned.
The sound of her voice was warm and tender now. She turned to face him within his lessening grip. She kissed him full on the lips. When they parted she probed him with her tongue. Tingling sensations sensitized her lips, as was the rest of her body, still vibrant from the orgasm.
Pushing herself up the bed, she was able to pull his head into her cleavage. It was comforting to watch him suck on a nipple, then the other.
It was almost 2 pm. Almost time for Mily to leave and get her daughter.
She pushed Sidharth. “I have to go to pick my daughter” she told him. He simply got up and dressed .
He then reached her sling bag and fetched out a thick envelop “For you aunty” he smiled.
The envelop reminded her that she was a whore after all. He reached her again and kissed her again full on lips before going out of room.
Mily lay for a few minutes and then started to get ready for her daily chores.
It has been many days since she got a call from “Sonali” or “Ashim”. Since her last encounter with her hubby’s drunken friend was so disgusting, that she welcomed the no phone call phase.
Her life was back to normal , with her dropping her daughter and back at home . But now there was a slight change in her life. She took out time for herself, in self grooming. Her regular pedicure and manicure and facials made her look more attractive. Her shapely nails, milky white soft skin texture and treaded eye brows made her glow. Even now she didn’t need much make up as sex oozed from her , in spite the fact that she was a mother.
Though her hubby was indifferent towards her but now she made more head turn when she was in the street. The people in and around her flat building envied her hubby as they lusted for this gorgeous mother.
It was the month of June. Highly hot and humid in and around Kolkata. Mily was not able to purchase an AC for her flat in spite the large amount of money she had in her account. After dropping off her daughter , she rushed to have a bath .
The cold water rushed down her body cooling it a bit. She dried herself and wore a towel gown to soak off rest of the water from her body. The gown was about an inch or two above her knees.
She sat on her dining table chair as her mobile chimed. It was “Sonali”, she received the call unwillingly. After a few pleasantries she came up with the main topic “A young student , son of a rich businessman is coming over . It’s his birthday and with the money he received, he wants to enjoy. Treat him well with some fake resistance and his name is Sidharth”
Mily wondered “how young the guy might me and what did she mean by fake resistance??”
Never the less , the door bell chimed just after half an hour. She didn’t even had time to change.
Mily opened the kitchen door to find Sidharth standing there, he looked so young “was he still an college student or just might be in first year” . Her first reaction was to send him away, as she wasn't dressed yet and he was so young. But sending off a client in her line of business could be a disaster. He looked worried and nervous.
"Hi Mily Aunty, Sonali aunty has asked me to come?" he asked, sounding miserable.
"Come in Sidharth" Mily stammered, while stepping aside to let him in.
Mily pulled the gown tighter, as he followed her into the flat. He was dressed in a jeans and t shirt with a sling bag hanging from his shoulder.
"Would you like something to drink," she asked.
"Sure," he murmured. She turned around to fetch a glass of cold drink for the kid. She could feel his hot gaze on her milky thighs as they peeked from her gown.
"Happy birthday Sidharth, how old are you now?" she asked while handing the glass to him.
"Thank you , I am 18 now" he murmured as his hand trembled .
"It's more comfortable in the sofa" she told.
He followed her in, and when she sat on the only sofa, he sat down next to her. She tried to shuffle away, but the gown was caught under him, and he didn't take the hint. She sighed lightly, and he sighed heavily.
"So, tell me," Mily asked “ Do you have a girl friend”
"Well. I do have a girl friend but I can't keep a girlfriend for long. I need to know what I'm doing wrong. I asked Sonali aunty for help and she sent me to you," he said, and shrugged.
At the mention of Sonali, she cringed.
"Tell me all about it, and I'll help. Promise! I was a teenager once," she said, trying to raise a smile. Mily was trying to look confident.
"Well, it's embarrassing. Maybe I should try to figure it out," he said, with a shrug of his shoulders.
Mily put a hand on his shoulder.
"It's OK. Whatever you say will be between us," she reassured him.
"Kissing is one thing. Girls said I didn't kiss right," Sidharth asserted, looking hurt.
Mily wanted to laugh. Surely at his age he had plenty of experience. Fortunately he was looking away, feeling embarrassed, otherwise he would have seen the flash of a smirk on her face. As a married woman Mily too had plenty of experience of life, so handling this young man would be easy. She felt it’s the right time to take it ahead.
"Show me," she blurted out. She meant for him to pucker up, to demonstrate his lack of skill. She didn't expect his next move. How could she have expected a young boy to actually kiss her! It took her completely by surprise.
He didn't need to move closer, as their hips were already touching. He just turned his head, and leaned forward. When their lips touched her mouth was open, so he delved in with his tongue.
She was so taken aback by this impudence, she just sat there. His arms wrapped around her, holding on tight. She couldn't breathe for a moment. She automatically reacted from memories of past sessions, when long kissing sessions were common. She breathed through her nose, gasping for air.
He seemed to be devouring her! His tongue darted around hers, in a seductive dance. The sensations were overpowering after such a long time since being kissed so passionately. It was no good saying no, as her mouth was too busy. She tried to push him away. She froze, unable to move, startled like a frightened rabbit. Suddenly she remembered “Fake resistance” , it jolted her as she understood the meaning. She will have to put up a show.
"Stop it!" she murmured around his tongue.
One of his hands wasn't round her back as she thought. It had slipped into the gown! If it were an accident, or not, it didn't matter. It was terribly wrong. His hand cupped her breast. Her bare breast! His fingers began to play with a nipple, teasing it, pinching it.
She tried to stop the unwelcome groping, only her hand was on the outside of the gown. She scrabbled at it, trying to get at his hand. The front was held tightly closed where he was leaning on it, pulling it tight around his hand.
"Let me go!" she wailed. The muffled words were ignored.
Both hands went to his shoulders to push him away. There was no strength in her arms. He was a strong kid, and she was a housewife, unused to wrestling with strong young men. Although thirty-eight, she had a good body and she was aware of it as she had worked hard to keep slim and fit. After all she had clients to maintain.
It wasn't his strength, it was her fake resistance preventing her from pushing him away. He hadn't exactly forced himself on her, as she had inadvertently invited him to kiss her. With anguish she realised she was acquiescing to the delicious sensations. This was all wrong! She should be fighting him off! Her arms felt so weak, she let them fall over his shoulders.
"Please, Sidharth," she moaned.
Her head slightly turned to one side, all the easier to seal their lips together. Her tongue began to slip around his, dueling lightly, playfully, and seductively. Ignoring his naughty hands she concentrated on his tongue. It had invaded her body, seduced her, and now had her at its mercy. Her lips and tongue twisted around his, devouring him in return.
"Oh! Sidharth!" she whimpered.
He slid the gown off her shoulders; just enough to let his other hand squeeze into the gown. Both hands played with her breasts. The light touch of his palm brushed her hot flesh. Finger tips teased her nipples. Feeling them grow long and hard, he pinched them. One, then the other. He continued to rub them between his fingers, then again one was pinched, then the other.
"Please don't," she implored.
She began to anticipate the slight pain in her nipples when he pinched them. Rolling her shoulders lifted a breast up to him, as though she were helping. Little moans were felt as vibrations in their mouths, rather than heard. Delirious from an onslaught of sensations bombarding her mind, nothing could be done to resist. Her body respond automatically to his intense seduction.
"No, Sidharth. You mustn't," she tried to say.
The feather light touches upon her thighs were easy to ignore. They weren't real, nor happening. Nevertheless, her body reacted to the sweet caresses.
Her head spun from sensations assailing her mind. Her body vibrated with sexuality. She tried to deny it, but knew full well his fingers were dancing over her thighs. She tried to pull them together. Lifting her legs up, she fell back onto the arm of the sofa. Her lips parted when he at last let go, allowing her to breathe deeply. She sucked in badly needed air, in gasps.
"Stop it, Sidharth, please," she begged.
His weight pushed her body down into the sofa, ensnaring her arms. Her head was propped against the arm of the sofa, also trapped.
"No! You mustn't," she whispered, on a hiss of breath.
He moved up her body to kiss her. At least those devilish hands had let go of her private parts. None had touched her sex, except her husband. She turned her head away to avoid falling once again into his trap. It was no good, her body was too attuned to his touch. It cried out for him. She could see her gown was open at the front, with her breasts looking as though they were on offer.
"Please stop, Sidharth. You don't know what you're doing to me," she moaned.
She could do nothing to stop him, for her arms were trapped underneath her body. Her breathing was so deep and ragged, she could hardly talk.
Her eyes opened wide, looking wild with fear. She looked between them, as though she might see his hands lower down. Instead, he was leaning on them, taking part of his weight from her. Still she couldn't move. Now from fear! It wasn't her imagination. Something touched her down there, between her legs!
"Oh! No!" she yelped.
She tried pulling her knees together, clapping either side of his legs. All she had achieved was to clasp her legs upon his strong, powerful thighs. He was lying between her legs, keeping them separated. When he pushed forward she cried out!
"No! Please, no. You can't do this, please," she begged.
She hefted her hips up with all her might, attempting to throw him off the sofa. Instead, her legs slid up either side of his. She felt the head of his cock pierce her soft, hot flesh. She had unintentionally thrust her sex at him! She had impaled her body on his cock!
She turned her head back to him, looking in his face, seeing there a smirk of conquest. All he had to do was relax his arm muscles to lower his body, and his cock would penetrate her further.
"Please, don't. It's, wrong!" Mily stammered.
"You seem to have enjoyed it so far Mily Aunty," he grinned.
Her lips flapped uselessly on unutterable words, from the realization he was right. She was trapped under him, unable to escape!
"We mustn't, it's wrong. Please don't do this," she cried. "I didn't mean to kiss you," she weakly said.
This young guy had physically and mentally disabled her. All he had to do was lower himself into her unresisting body. It was dreadful to think how open and ready she was. How awful was she to be so easily worked up by him. Even now her body was aching for him.
"Please don't. I'm a married woman, I can't do this, it's wrong!" she croaked.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from his face. She was searching for a sign of compassion. Could this callous youth possibly understand what he was doing to her?
She felt him move. For a moment she thought he was pulling away from her; rejecting her. The sudden painful thought threw her off balance. How could she be aggrieved by the thought of him pulling his cock out of her sex?
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let you kiss me. It's my fault. Please let me go," she murmured.
She felt him settling onto her, not with his full weight, but with a purposeful push of his hips. He was toying with her! Not only with her body, but with her feelings, and mind. His cock settled into her, pushing carefully, fractionally further inside. She heard a gasp, as though it were somebody else far away.
"We mustn't do this. There's others to think about. Let me go, please," she whined.
Knowing he was playing her like a toy didn't help. She was unable to withstand the torment of being wound up without release. She felt him push a little deeper. Any moment she would snap, and thrust up at him with all her might. Was that what he was doing, holding back to frustrate her?
"Stop it now, please! I won't say anything to anyone. Just stop, please," she groaned.
Ever so slowly his cock invaded her vagina. Deeper, and deeper, she felt it penetrate. As much as she wanted to thrust up at him, to reach the inevitable, it was impossible to move. The look of satisfaction on his face had her mesmerised. It was difficult to look away, or even close her eyes. The mocking expression told her he had her, and wasn't letting her off lightly.
"Do it!" she challenged.
The feathery light voice was strange in her ears. The awful words betrayed her.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he nonchalantly asked.
His words were clear, her mind was not. It swirled with lust and outrage. How could she allow this young boy to take her. What choice did she have? She felt his cock nudge her so very deep, she gasped with a pathetic whimper.
"Yes! Fuck me," she loudly declared.
He rose up, pulling up, and up, until she feared losing the hardness that was so desperately needed. He plunged down inside her body, seemingly filling her entire body with cock. She whimpered again, when he pushed against her cervix. It was an unusual feeling, yet not unpleasant.
"Fuck me! Oh! Fuck me hard," she wailed.
The rhythm settled into a steady pounding of her vagina. With every downward plunge, his hips hit hers, and his cock hit deeper inside than ever experienced before. With every pounding of his cock, she responded with an animal like wail.
"I'm nearly there, don't stop now!" she whined.
When he pushed home and held still, she knew he was ready. Surprisingly, so was she. He began to judder, and his legs pressed hard into the sofa. His cock powerfully expanded, and he thrust hard into her, with all his might. She imagined feeling him ejaculate, with splashes of hot cum spurting directly into her womb.
"Fill me up! Oh,! Fill me up!" she cried out.
He dug his toes into the sofa and pushed hard. The head of his cock pressed tight against the entrance to her womb, as he cum again, and again. She had never felt a penis so deep, or such a powerful spurt of sperm. Her orgasm started before him, and continued still. So sensitive was her body, that she felt the slightest twinge of his cock.
"Yes! Oh! Yes!" she hissed.
On reaching the end of an orgasm, it built again! A third time took her completely by surprise. Eventually her whole body collapsed, from the emotional tension, finally leaving her exhausted and replete. She lay there like him, breathing heavily.
Recovering first, he pulled the gown away from a nipple with his teeth, and sucked it into his mouth. She opened her mouth to complain, but either she was deaf, or no sound emerged. She lay quietly watching him suck on an over sensitive nipple, while he tried to engulf as much of a breast as possible. Again he was playing with her body, only this time she smiled with pleasure.
She wanted to ask him if he loved her. The silly notion was quickly dismissed. She cleared her throat.
"We shouldn't have. I shouldn't have let you," she hesitantly said. It sounded pathetic, so she gave up.
Her arms were still wedged underneath her, and he was too heavy to budge. It was embarrassing feeling his wet cock against her thigh. Something had to be done, as difficult as it was, something had to be said.
"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" he smiled, then went back to sucking on her breasts. He had both of them out, playing with one, then the other.
"You shouldn't be playing with a stranger’s breasts," she quietly stated. The nonsense statement almost made her laugh.
"It's wrong to suck on your breasts, but alright to make you cum?" he mocked her. He flashed her a bright smile, then sucked loudly on a nipple.
"No! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you do anything to me. It was all wrong, and all my fault," she said, sounding sorry for herself.
"We both enjoyed it, so, don't worry," he smiled. "Sonali did tell me that you are amazing" he calmly stated.
The serious look on his face made her heart flutter. It's just the after affects of an orgasm, she told herself. There was no way she could be flattered by the remark. He was just an adolescent, making it up. It was silly to feel pleased that he had been taking notice of her, though the illicit satisfaction was difficult to shake off.
"You're playing with me again," she said, about his words, not about what he was doing to her breasts. He began to kiss his way down from her breasts. A hand held her in place, while his lips and tongue teased her belly. He carried on.
"No! Please! You mustn't. I'm not a toy to be played with," she complained.
She struggled, though not enough to get free. There was enough of an excuse that he held her down with his hand on her chest. Lips sucked and kissed lower with every touch. On reaching her sex, the nips and bites diverted to her thighs. Now the lips and tongue were jumping around, so she couldn't anticipate the next touch.
"No! Please! Let me go," she weakly spoke.
Before she could firm up her voice, he took hold of her lips, to nip them with his teeth. She squealed in delight. He pushed exploratory fingers inside, to feel how open she still was. She began to leak, yet he still probed and explored. He hadn't seen a woman's sex up close, and found it fascinating. She hadn't let anyone explore her like this, ever. It was embarrassing, and all the more so that she was leaking his sperm.
"Stop it, please. We've got to talk," she implored him.
He reluctantly rolled off onto the floor. He pulled her on top of him, and held her tight.
"Kiss me," he demanded.
"No! You've had your way with me, isn't that enough?" she crossly spoke.
"I'll kiss you then," he said, and did so.
She defiantly kept her mouth tightly shut. He sucked on her lips, bit them, then travelled around her neck with a thousand kisses and licks. She grabbed his face and kissed him full on. It lasted for awhile. Coming up for breath she looked at him seriously, then shook his head.
"I'm a married and a mother . You can't just barge into my home and take me." she tried to look serious.
"You know what I mean!" she firmly said, only to laugh along with him. "It was nice, more than nice. " she said, with a voice running low, as she realized she was a cheat.
She had cheated on her husband many times and now with this young lad. Her forehead dropped onto his chest.
He slapped her bare ass.
"Oww!" she protested.
She still wore the gown, but it was almost pulled from her body. He noticed she hadn't stopped him playing with her, and hadn't protested too much. She was trying to be adult and sensible. The glow of an orgasm was still affecting her, so it was easy to keep her compliant.
"You enjoyed that so much, I want to pleasure you again," he asserted.
"No! Not now!" she yelped. The glint in her eyes was contradicting the protest.
"When, after a shower?" he laughed.
"I meant no, not ever!" she forcefully said.
He noticed she wasn't fighting him off, or attempting to escape. He pushed her off, and rolled on top of her. He separated her legs with his, and held her still.
"As you can't decide, I'll decide when we fuck," he firmly told her.
Mily groaned, only now realising what she had gotten herself into. This young guy was so much into lust with her.
She knew a great weight would hang over her soon. Once the flush of orgasmic pleasure was over, the guilt would take over. It was already beginning to, with the follow up of self-pity close behind.
"No more! Let me up, I need the bathroom," she ordered.
She didn't hear him follow her. Her troubled thoughts were loud enough to cover his footsteps. Her wet body was glowing in the bathroom light. Reaching into the shower she felt his arms encompass her. He lifted her up, and stepped under the waterfall. His hands were everywhere and way ahead of hers.
He soaped her all over. When both his hands cupped her bottom and sex, she gave up. They were interlaced, making it impossible to break the hold on her crotch. The feeling of hands soaping between her cheeks, circling her asshole, between her lips, cupping her sex in his palm, defeated her.
She flung back her head into the spray, and groaned loudly. A fitful orgasm rocked her legs. It wasn't deep, it was like the shower, all over her body, like a rainstorm. His hands carried on playing with her, front and back. He was prolonging the orgasm with fingers probing her pussy, and her asshole.
Every time she thought it was over, he triggered it again.
"No more, please!" she cried out.
Both hands were flat, leaning all her weight against the tiled wall. She began to slide as her legs gave way. He held her up with a finger in her pussy, and another in her ass. As her hands slid down the wall, her ass was drawn upward.
She was only partially aware of the awkward position. She was on hands and feet, with her head in the corner of the shower stall. He slid a finger from her pussy, with another still holding onto her asshole. He replaced the finger with his cock, sliding into her easily. He began to fuck her steadily, while she moaned in time with every inward thrust. It took him a long time to cum, by which time she was delirious.
He held her by waist and pounded her hard. Mily moaned loud and louder until they both came together.
'You must promise me not to tell anyone,' Mily calmly stated as they both dried themselves
'I promise, though, under condition we spend the whole afternoon together,' Sidharth blurted out.
'You can't expect me to agree to that!' she complained.
'Why not. We both enjoyed it,' he bluntly stated.
'It was wrong, and two wrongs don't make a right,' she tried to look serious again.
'One last fling. You're a beautiful woman,' he quietly spoke.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, ending up with a palm cupping her cheek.
You look so delicious, I could lick and nibble you all over,' he whispered in her ear. She smiled , this young guy though seemed young but was quite expert.
She turned her head to face him. There was an intention to tell him to leave, though nothing was said. Instead she let him kiss her.
Lips took over from hands, to caress her face and neck. Hands cupped her breasts. Fingers tweaked her nipples. He was taking his time with a strong determination to seduce her. His strong hands smoothly massaged her breasts. He sucked on her lips, bit her neck, licked and whispered in her ears.
She breathed heavily from the soft words of affection he whispered into a sensitized ear.
She lifted her chin for him to explore her neck. He was kissing his way down to her breasts. Anticipating the caresses to her susceptible nipples was thrilling. Without realizing it, her knees parted. His hands delicately tripped over her thighs, lightly stroking them. So much attention was too much to resist.
His hands wrapped around her bottom to lift her off the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist with her anklet on his skin rubbing , and he carried her to the dining table. He perched her bottom on the edge, maneuvered himself close, then pushed roughly into her.
The previous gentleness contrasted with the hard pounding he gave her. The rough sex had her moaning with pleasure. She wailed over his shoulder, and pounded on his back with both fists.
'Fuck me hard, Sidharth,' she cried out.
Feeling his legs shudder was a sign of an imminent orgasm. Unable to resist, not wanting to, she climaxed again. Holding him close she wailed lightly, almost sobbing. When he pulled her off the table, she felt his cock slip from her sex. It felt as though it belonged there, and its parting was sorrowful.
He managed to half carry her to the bedroom again. They wrapped themselves in each other. Feeling his hardness pushing at her sex brought her around. Not again! She thought, then felt him enter.
'Sidharth!' she protested.
He hadn't asked, or even warned her! He was simply helping himself to her body. She had never experienced such an audacious act. Her sex was way ahead of her, for it was aroused and ready. She wondered what he had done while she was asleep for her sex to be so wet. His penis was slowly penetrating her vagina, gently pulling back, then repeating the delicious movements, getting deeper with each push.
Her mind quickly caught up to enjoy it.
'Sidharth!' she lightly breathed.
She tried to reach behind to caress him. He had his arms wrapped around her pinning her arms to her sides, preventing movement. It felt as though she were tied up, unable to do anything but accept him taking her. She helplessly lay there being fucked, and was thoroughly enjoying it.
'Faster, Sidharth,' she said.
'Mily Aunty What do you want, tell me how you want it, ' he heavily breathed in her ear.
'Fuck me faster!' she implored him.
This young guy was getting her to talk dirty. This was another first for her, and she wondered again how such a young guy did these things to her. Nearing a climax, she let loose.
'Keep going, Sidharth! Fuck me deep, Sidharth!' Mily begged. Never before she begged anyone like this
She clenched her teeth as though in pain. Her head rocked back, hitting his nose. He stopped moving trying to recover from the pain in his nose. The hesitation in his movements tormented her.
'Please, Sidharth, fuck me!' she demanded.
The pain spurred him on to push with all his strength. He shifted his weight to get a better leverage, shoving hard and deep inside. His cock slid across her clit, drawing a guttural sound from her throat.
'Yes!' she repeated over and over as she climaxed.
Feeling her shuddering body, he knew he could cum now. He spurted his load deep into her. He kept his cock still, forcing it as deep as possible. He was rewarded by her clasping him tight, with strong inner muscles. The tremors subsided as his cock retreated from her.
'Sidharth!' she groaned.
The sound of her voice was warm and tender now. She turned to face him within his lessening grip. She kissed him full on the lips. When they parted she probed him with her tongue. Tingling sensations sensitized her lips, as was the rest of her body, still vibrant from the orgasm.
Pushing herself up the bed, she was able to pull his head into her cleavage. It was comforting to watch him suck on a nipple, then the other.
It was almost 2 pm. Almost time for Mily to leave and get her daughter.
She pushed Sidharth. “I have to go to pick my daughter” she told him. He simply got up and dressed .
He then reached her sling bag and fetched out a thick envelop “For you aunty” he smiled.
The envelop reminded her that she was a whore after all. He reached her again and kissed her again full on lips before going out of room.
Mily lay for a few minutes and then started to get ready for her daily chores.
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