Siva - Gayatri Raj

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After Gayatri came out of her mesmerized state and back to conscious, he whispered in her ear, “Bhabhi… in your full nudity you are looking very beautiful, sexy, and inviting….you have a very proportionate figure….you have not bore any extra flesh on your sexy body…your boobs and waist are simply marvelous…..you have maintained your boobs very well…your boobs are quite shapely….in spite of the fact that your boobs are fully swollen and very fleshy they have stood firm even without the support of bra….the roundness of your boobs are still there without bra…they are still bulging and opulent….I have rarely seen such heavy boobs in such a good shape even without bra….I like such boobs very much, Gayu….” And he continued by saying “…. Gayu…. your waist is also killing…they are heavy…they are projected backwards so much that it is enough to ignite a young man…. yes bhabhi your waist is very inviting ... they are simply arousing.” She just smiled and said “….thanks Raaj. To be frank, your bhayya never praised my beauty like you”. He kissed her here and there frantically. Then he moved down towards her pussy, thighs, waist, etc. and kissed her there. He again kissed and sucked her juicy lips by holding her narrow waist line. 

She felt Raj's mouth and lips sliding down her nose, cheeks and finally meeting her lips. Raj centered his mouth on her and he placed his one arm underneath her head and pressed his lips hard on her. 

Raj inserted his tongue in her mouth and made her suck his tongue. She was thrilled to suck his juicy saliva in her mouth, wiping his tongue clean for a short while with her lips, and her tongue. As if to indicate his eagerness for the final outcome of their love making; Raj began to push and withdraw his tongue into and out of her mouth. She relished each of his thrust into her mouth and out of it. While he did that she sucked the juice out his tongue and gulped it down to hint to him that she was ready for the final outcome of their lovemaking.

Raj said, "Bhabhi, it is true that I am obsessed with your sensuous body. But is it true that you want me too?"

She looked down and whispered, "I don't know what to say, Raj, you should have understood by now itself." and answered him, showing all her emotions in two simple sentences, "But Raj, I am yours tonight. As I already said, enjoy me to your heart's content, all social norms and customs be damned."

Her body, from head to toe, revealed its geographic splendor. The majestic twin peaks, with their rosy desert summits, and the firm, sensitive tips that swelled to the touch. After scaling those peaks, the exhaustion and thirst were quenched, and a vast plain spread out, inviting rest. In the middle of this plain lay a swirling well, and beyond that, one would reach the most sacred place—hidden deep within a lush forest, moist and slippery, leading to the cavern of the netherworld.

She revealed herself fully to him, igniting flames of passion within him. She surrendered completely, experiencing the skillful caress of his lips, receiving the playful bites and teasing scratches of his teeth and nails, while embracing the strength of his arms. She guided him toward the temple of union, preparing to meet his sword-like maneuvers, enduring and rising to each thrust, until, finally, overwhelmed by the intense heat, she embraced the storm of his powerful climax.

Raj said, "My dear Bhabhi, Your lovely boobs and navel are so exciting. I had always fantasized about how your womanhood would look and feel like. I can't even believe that you are offering your golden body, for my pleasure tonight. I need to look at and admire your lovely body. The body that I have been dreaming about, till today"

She got up from the bed and stood. Raj too stood up. She was completely naked now! She was feeling so shy. He stared at her body for a long time. Her boobs had grown to a moderate size but thankfully, they were reasonably firm. Her pink nipples protrude out from her boobs. The sight of her fair naked boobs and pink nipples was driving Raj mad! Raj's eyes went to her navel and then to crotch. Raj stared at her crotch area.

Raj, still reeling from the intensity of their shared experience, couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Every detail of her body seemed to be etched into his memory—the swell of her boobs, the gentle curve of her waist, and the elegant lines of her legs. He felt a surge of admiration and desire, mixed with an overwhelming sense of wonder.

"Wow! Bhabhi," he murmured, his voice filled with awe. "What a lovely body you have. I simply love your beautiful mountains, plateaus, and valleys, and in fact, all your body’s geography. I couldn’t move my eyes from them."

Gayatri's cheeks flushed a deep crimson at his words, a mixture of embarrassment and pride washing over her. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to conceal the naked vulnerability that his gaze seemed to uncover. But there was no hiding from the intensity of his admiration, the raw honesty in his eyes.

Raj took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently caress her arm. The touch was tender, reverent, as if he were afraid she might vanish if he held her too tightly. His fingers traced the contours of her skin, marveling at the softness, the warmth that radiated from her.

"Your mountains," he continued, his voice dropping to a whisper as his hand moved to her boobs, "so perfect, so inviting. The peaks, oh god, I could lose myself in them forever."

Gayatri's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. She felt a mix of emotions - shame for the betrayal, excitement for the passion, and an undeniable thrill at being seen, truly seen, for perhaps the first time in her life. Raj's words and touch ignited something deep within her, a longing she had kept buried for far too long.

"And your plateaus," Raj murmured, his hand gliding down to her stomach, feeling the smooth plane and her deep navel. "So smooth, so exquisite."

Gayatri closed her eyes, letting the sensations wash over her, her body responding to his touch with a will of its own. She felt his hand move lower, tracing the gentle slope of her waist, the delicate arch of her pelvis. Every word, every caress, seemed to map out her body anew, making her feel cherished, adored.

"And your valley," he whispered, his voice thick with desire as his hand found the tender flesh between her thighs. "Deep, mysterious, utterly captivating."

The sight of her womanhood, nestled between her thighs, was the culmination of her beauty—a place of mystery and allure, where the essence of her womanly charm resided. Raj could feel his pulse quicken as he gazed upon this most intimate part of her, the very symbol of her femininity. Her body, from the fullness of her boobs to the delicate curve of her navel, and finally to the secret place of her womanhood, was a masterpiece of nature, each part perfectly complementing the other.

Gayatri's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and submission. She saw the hunger in his eyes, the same hunger that mirrored her own. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist; there were no consequences, no regrets, only the raw, unfiltered connection between them.

Raj leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "I couldn’t move my eyes from you, Bhabhi," he confessed, his breath hot against her skin. "Every part of you is a work of art, and I am but a humble admirer."
Tears welled up in Gayatri's eyes, not from sadness, but from the overwhelming intensity of the moment. 
She felt seen, desired, in a way she had never experienced before. Her hands found him, entwining their fingers as she pulled him closer, their bodies pressed together in a fusion of heat and longing.

She blushed rose from bed and stood in front of Raj bereft of any clothing. Raj let out a deep sigh and said, "Gosh! In your completely natural attire, you look like an angel from heaven that one could only imagine in his dreams. Bhayya, is very lucky to have you as his wife."

She said blushing, "Raj, don't say that. The beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. Besides, don't envy your bhaiya. You are also no less lucky. This beauty is yours too to enjoy tonight" Thus she let out her desire that she would like to be fucked by Raj repeatedly.

Raj turned her body, to look at her buttocks. Raj came close to her, from her behind. He circled her with his arms and cupped her boobs lightly. He kept his palms cupped over her boobs without pumping, or squeezing them. He seemed to be relishing the feel of her heavy boobs! Raj now made her sit on the bed. 
He lay down on her lap. He began fondling and squeezing her boobs and nipples. He kept fondling my other boob, with his palm, while sucking the other. She was getting excited to have Raj's mouth upon her nipples. Her womanhood became more wet. In his lust, Raj began sucking her boobs and nipples. He then got up and sat next to her.

Raj’s mammoth manhood shot out! She was shocked to see it, from so close! His pubic area was covered with curly hair. His manhood was even larger than what she had seen earlier. It was light brown, about nine inches long and about three and a half inches thick. It stood majestically erect. The head of Raj's manhood was much larger. It was wildly throbbing. The veins running along his manhood were gorged with blood. His manhood was sweating and emitted a sensuous and manly smell. Looking at his manhood, she became very excited and her womanhood began oozing out her fluids.

She looked surprised at his long, thick and rock hard manhood pointing upwards, as if looking at her pussy and licking his lips (oozing out pre-cum), waiting for his opportunity to ram himself inside her at the opportune time.

Raj took her in his arms with his erect manhood poking her below her navel. She caught his rod in her hand. His rod was fully covered with his slimy pre-cum. His pre-cum kept oozing out in small droplets showing how horny he was.

She could not control her excitement and felt like cuddling his manhood so much. She timidly extended her hand and touched his incredible manhood that is going to get its long due. Raj gasped with pleasure and spread his legs wide, to give her better access to his manhood. She cupped his testicles with her other hand and gently fondled them for sometime.

Raj in the meanwhile, had continued his journey down her body and had reached her tummy. He began to nibble at her navel causing an eruption of carnal pleasure. How did Raj know that she went crazy when kissed or tongue poked at her navel? Raj was indeed an expert in the art of seduction and knew how to make his mate so vulnerable as to make her surrender completely to him.

Raj made her lie down on the bed. He pushed her arms up. He then smacked his lips and kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue. Raj's lust was growing. He squeezed her boobs. Like a savage, he kept biting her neck, boobs and nipples. He was biting her in passion. He began kissing her navel and thrust his tongue into it. Raj then slowly turned her on to her stomach. He began kissing and lightly biting the back of her neck and shoulders. He then fondled, kissed and squeezed her ample buttocks. He rubbed his manhood all over her back and buttocks. Raj again turned her over on the bed, to lie on her back, facing him.

Raj pushed her legs wide until her womanhood was thrust up. He knelt in between her thighs and separated them wide apart. He bent down and put his mouth to her womanhood. He began running his tongue all over her pubic hair and licking them vigorously. Then his tongue entered her womanhood folds and began moving on her inner womanhood lips. She was getting very excited and her womanhood was oozing like some fountain, with the excitement. He began swirling his tongue around her clitoris and flicking over it. Then he began thrusting his tongue, deep into her womanhood, in and out for a long time. He kept sucking her womanhood secretions into his mouth and hungrily swallowing them.

Raj’s breath was heavy, his voice thick with anticipation as he leaned in closer to Gayatri, his words a quiet murmur against the charged air. "Bhabhi," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire, "are you ready for our love making?"

The question hung in the air between them, electric, the unspoken tension that had simmered for so long now reaching its breaking point. Gayatri’s heart raced in her chest, her mind torn between loyalty and the raw, undeniable attraction that had been building toward Raj.

For a moment, she hesitated, her body trembling with anticipation, her emotions swirling in a confusing storm of guilt, excitement, and desire. But as she looked into Raj’s eyes—those familiar eyes that now held a different kind of intensity—she felt herself give in to the moment.

Despite being thirty-two years old, Gayatri’s body remained firm and youthful. Her skin glowed like a soft golden hue, her smile was ever radiant, her full boobs, her slightly curvaceous waist, her wide waist, and her smooth, sculpted thighs were all her own.

She was a beauty, a woman of grace. Her physical allure was such that no man could avert his gaze. Her eyes, like lotus petals, her hair flowing in waves like the Krishna river, and her long black braid that cascaded down her back, swaying rhythmically against her waist like a graceful waterfall. Her full, round boobs, firm and strong like carved vessels, seemed as if they longed to be held and caressed. Her nipples, like ripe blackberries, tempted one to tease, bite gently between their teeth, licking circles around the tips, savoring the milky drops that would spill, as if calling out for passion to be ignited.
Her neck yearned to be kissed from top to bottom by a lover’s lips, her soft lips waiting to be entwined with another's in a dance of tongues. Her delicate body, like a flower, longed to be embraced by a strong man, to be crushed in the tightness of his arms. Even her navel beckoned for a tongue to explore its depths, while her waist craved the touch of a man’s lips, to feel his kiss linger on her soft skin. Her rounded buttocks, smooth like dunes of sand, begged to be nibbled, kissed, and adored. Her thighs, waiting with anticipation for a lover’s touch, yearned for the caress of his lips, his tongue tracing along their length.

As if her body itself was preparing for the union, Gayatri’s desire seemed to pulse with each breath. Her body seemed ready to welcome the masculine energy, to feel a man’s strength within her, and to surrender herself fully to the moment of passion. From the moment Raj laid eyes on Gayatri, he was captivated by her. Her beauty, her grace, her femininity all drew him in. Although born into a traditional family, Gayatri managed her household with grace, yet her allure, her stunning eyes, her flowing hair, and her full boobs carved a special place in Raj’s heart.

With a shaky breath, her lips parted, and she shyly replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. But there was no mistaking the excitement in her tone, the thrill that coursed through her as she spoke, finally giving voice to the feelings she had suppressed for so long.

"Yes, Raj," she said, her words filled with raw, honest desire. "Now... I am ready."

Her confession hung in the air, thick with meaning, her body betraying the intensity of her emotions. She felt her pulse quicken, her breath shallow, as the weight of her words settled between them. The walls of restraint that had held her back for so long were crumbling, and in that moment, she couldn’t deny what she wanted any longer.

Raj's gaze darkened, his breath hitching as he heard her response. He moved closer, the heat of his body now palpable, his hands reaching out to brush against her skin. The electricity between them was undeniable, an invisible thread that pulled them closer with every passing second.

Gayatri closed her eyes, feeling the rush of sensations overwhelming her. She knew there was no turning back now. She had crossed a line she had never intended to, and her body was alive with a need she had never allowed herself to fully embrace.

The intimacy of the moment, the honesty in her words, had laid everything bare. In that brief instant, it was just the two of them, their desires out in the open, unspoken yet undeniable.