16-04-2026, 11:59 AM
Part 125 – Pihu Gives Ankita Some Special Tips
Pihu’s POV- "You've probably heard people say that the way to a husband's heart is through his stomach. But my experience is a little different. I think the way to a husband's heart isn't through his stomach, but a little below it. Understood?" I said this, pointing to my crotch at Ankita. Ankita immediately understood my hint. She blushed again and said, "Boudi (Sister-in-law), please don't say such things. I'm really feeling embarrassed." I explained, "Look, Ankita, there are some things you might feel embarrassed about when you hear or see them. That's natural. But as a girl, you won't be able to deny those very things even if you want to. This is also certain. You were born a girl, so there will always be pressure on you whether or not you've been able to keep your husband tied to you. You'll be judged on every moment. And you'll have to learn how to please your husband properly. And your mother or anyone else can't teach you this by speaking. Because it's more about feeling than learning. The more you experience it yourself, the more you'll be able to enjoy it and give it to your husband. Sex is just a feeling. It's important to feel it, nothing more. Everything else will happen automatically. You or your partner won't need to do anything. So, it's essential for you to feel it first. And that's what I'm trying to help you feel right now." Ankita softened a bit after hearing what I said, but she was still shy. And there was a thin, fragile wall of shame and hesitation in her heart, and I had to break it. And a gentle push was enough. I said, "When I married Bijan, I was just like you. Shy, introverted. I didn't talk much to anyone. Nor was I able to socialize much. But look today, I can instantly make friends with anyone, whether male or female. I have confidence now. And you too need to instill that confidence within yourself. So that when you're on your wedding night, you can fully experience the first sex of your life with your husband. But at the time of my wedding, there was no one to explain all this to me. On my wedding night, I was naive. It was Bijan who helped me experience the first sex of my life." Saying this, I moved closer to Ankita. My hot breath wafted all over her face, and she seemed to melt into it. Only one word came out of her mouth, "Boudi..." Because before she could finish, I placed my lips on hers. Her lips were as soft and juicy as mine. I'd kissed a few women before, like my friend Sangeeta, my mother-in-law, or her friend Geeta Aunty. But they were all married women like me. Experienced in sex, mature. But Ankita, on the other hand, was different from all of them. For one, she wasn't a married woman, but a young virgin girl. And she was delicate and naïve and unexperienced about sex, just like I was at my wedding. Seeing her reminded me of my wedding day. I kissed her lips. Although she had kissed Ani many times, yet she wasn't an experienced kisser. I held her lower lip between my lips and kissed her. And on the other hand, she was kissing my upper lip. For the first few moments, I had some difficulty kissing her because she was hesitant. But as time passed, her hesitation slowly started to fade and desire started to take its place. Ankita was slowly getting hotter as she kissed me. Her breathing became faster than normal. Her chest started to rise and fall due to the rapid breathing. But she neither stopped kissing my lips nor stopped me from kissing her. On the contrary, she started kissing me happily. I understood that now a curiosity about this sex was growing in her mind too. And I was also wanting the same.
I alternately kissed and licked her lips, trying to gently slip my tongue into her mouth. But she refused. She wouldn't open her mouth, perhaps out of disgust or something else. And I couldn't even insert my tongue inside hers. But I didn't give up. I kept trying, but to no avail. Ankita wouldn't open her mouth. As I struggled to insert my tongue into her mouth, we both heard Ankita's mother's voice from outside the room. She had brought tea and snacks for us both. As soon as Ankita heard her mother's voice, she practically pushed me away. Wiping her lips with her palm, she immediately rushed to open the door and let her mother in. Ankita's mother left the room, after placing tea and snacks for both of us. Ankita remained standing by the door even after her mother left. She neither returned to me nor closed the door. I realized that all my efforts, even after so long, had been in vain. The hesitation I had managed to alleviate had returned with her mother's arrival. Perhaps she was afraid of being caught in front of her family. Or, being a girl herself, she simply didn't feel like doing such a thing with a woman like me. Whatever the reason, I had to overcome it myself. I got up from the bed and myself closed the door again. I stood in front of her. Ankita stood with her head bowed. I held her face with both my hands, lifting it up, and looked into her eyes. I saw nothing but innocence and hesitation, along with immense curiosity. There was neither lust nor desire in her eyes. Because for her, sex was a matter of curiosity, not of desire or lust. And this very feeling of hers appealed to me. Just as I was looking into her eyes, she was also staring into mine, as if trying to gauge my next move. I laughed a little and said, "If you don't want to do this, I won't force it on you. My intention wasn't to scare you or embarrass you in front of me. I just wanted to give you the feeling of sex. And if you don't like it, we won't do it. Come, let's sit together and have tea and snacks." Ankita didn't respond to me. She quietly joined me and had tea and snacks. I kept looking at her while drinking tea, because I knew she definitely wanted to experience it. It's just that her shyness prevented her from doing so. Now I had to break down her barrier of inhibitions again. To do this, I started talking to her normally again. Gradually, she started talking to me too. I started telling her the story of my wedding. And she listened with rapt attention. Slowly, I began to tell her the story of my wedding night. As I began, she had been listening intently to every word I said, but her expression slowly began to change. She became interested in my story.
As my story progressed and became more intense, Ankita's curiosity also grew. She came closer to me as she listened, holding my hand. I could clearly see her entire body shaking, as if she had a fever. I understood that she was interested in the story of my wedding night. So I began to narrate the story of mine and Bijan's first sex to Ankita in as interesting and passionate a way as possible. She placed one leg over the other and began rubbing and rubbing her legs together. I could sense that she had become quite aroused by listening to my first sex story. Now it was my turn to strike the blow. And I did just that. I slowly placed my hand on Ankita's chest over her maxi and began to gently squeeze one of her boobs. Ankita wasn't wearing a bra under her maxi, so I enjoyed squeezing her soft boobs underneath. And perhaps Ankita also enjoyed having hers squeezed. She didn't stop me from doing so, nor did she move away. Instead, she came closer to me. Her full attention was on listening to my story. I continued to squeeze her boobs while telling her the story of my first sex. Ankita's body started to tremble again, and a soft "Ohh... Boudi..." came out of her mouth. But she didn't release her tit from my grasp. I continued squeezing her tit as before. Now I increased the pressure of my fist on her tit. And then I slowly started squeezing her other tit as well. By now, Ankita's condition had become almost miserable. She shook her head back, closed her eyes, and continued to have me squeeze both her boobs, making a low, purring sound in her throat. Slowly, the rumbling sound in her throat turned into a moan. She was now trapped in my trap. She was now placing my hands on her boobs and having them squeezed and massaged. Turning her face towards me, I placed my lips on hers once again and started sucking. Ankita was taking a much more active role in my kiss than the first time, which I really enjoyed. The story I told her about my first sex and the pressure of my hands on her boobs had weakened her in front of me. She was probably experiencing this for the first time in her life, and that too with a woman instead of a man. This thought was also likely contributing to her weakening. I slowly tried to insert my tongue inside her mouth. Unlike the first time, I had no problem this time. As I sensually moved my lips over hers and tried to insert my tongue, she automatically opened her mouth this time and welcomed it. She had probably figured out how to kiss passionately, and she was trying to learn it from me. As soon as she opened her mouth and allowed my tongue to enter hers, I wasted no time in inserting my tongue into hers and placing it on top of hers. This time, Ankita reacted calmly, allowing my tongue to rest on top of hers. But she probably didn't know what to do next. So she sat quietly and waited for me to do something. As soon as I sensed she wasn't sure what to do, I took the initiative. I joined her tongue with mine and started sucking it. She probably wasn't aware of this. That's why when I started sucking her tongue for the first time, even if it was just for once, her entire body trembled.
Ankita was now practically sitting in my lap. Our lips were locked together as if they would never be separated. I was squeezing both her boobs alternately over her maxi. For a while, I sucked her tongue with mine. After a while, Ankita, like me, inserted her tongue into my mouth. I was overjoyed by her initiative. Finally, my efforts were paying off. Ankita was now participating in this game along with me. This meant that whatever remaining inhibitions she had were completely gone by now. Now she was completely ready to cooperate with me. I invited her tongue into my mouth and allowed her to play with mine. Like an obedient student, she followed my lead. Just as I was sucking her tongue with mine, she was now sucking my tongue with hers. But I didn't stop squeezing her boobs even once. I kept pressing her boobs over her maxi, turning her on. I started to remove her maxi. I thought Ankita might stop me from removing her maxi. But to my surprise, she didn't stop me even once. Instead, she raised both her hands and helped me remove her maxi. I removed her maxi. As soon as I removed her it, Ankita was completely naked in front of me. She wasn't wearing a bra under her maxi, which I could tell from pressing her boobs. But my guess was correct when I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra under her maxi, but she was wearing panties. But just like her, the panties were in a very bad condition. Although she was sitting with her legs together, I could clearly see the wetness of her panties, which was caused by the fluid flowing from her pussy. As soon as I took off her maxi and stripped her naked, she looked at me shyly and tried to cover her bare boobs with her hands. But I stopped her from doing so. I removed her hands from her boobs and started looking at them closely. Her tit size was probably a 34, just like mine was when I got married. After four years of marriage, and having my boobs massaged by so many men besides Bijan, my tit size had increased to a 36. When Ankita, a few years after her marriage, reaches my age, her boobs will probably be a 36, just like mine. I started looking at her boobs. She had boobs the size of two balls, a 34 size. Soft and firm, and on top of them were two seductive brown raisin-shaped nipples. I felt those two luscious nipples beckoning me. I couldn't resist myself. I moved my face to Ankita's chest, placed my lips right on hers, and kissed her. The moment she felt my lips on hers, a current ran through her entire body, and she shivered violently. In a low, trembling voice, she asked, "Boudi…what are…you doing? Leave me…alone..." I gestured with my eyes, telling her to sit still and let me do my work. Ankita, understanding my gestures, didn't say anything else, but it was becoming increasingly difficult for her to remain still. My lips were roaming all over her body. I moved my lips over her boobs, kissing them, and even her erect nipples. Then, I took out my tongue and began to circle her nipple, leaving a thin trail of my saliva. And then finally I placed my tongue on Ankita's nipple.
And then I began licking her nipples with my tongue. My action seemed to break the fragile dam of Ankita's excitement and lust, sending a wave of desire through her body. Her whole body began to tremble. I held her waist with my hand, stopping her to fall. But as I continued licking her nipples, the intensity of her trembling increased. After licking her nipples for a while, making them fully erect, I took them into my mouth and began to suck them gently. This action seemed to worsen Ankita's condition. She let out a low but long moan, "Ohhh... Boudi... Ahhhhh... Ohhhhh..." Her moan told me that she had finally succumbed fully to her desire. My efforts were finally successful. I began sucking her nipples vigorously. I took turns sucking both of her nipples. Each time I sucked one, I'd grab the other and squeeze it with pleasure. After sucking on the first nipple for a while, I'd remove it from my mouth and suck on Ankita's other nipple, while I squeezed the other one firmly in my fist. I continued this process for quite some time. I sucked both of Ankita's nipples one by one, squeezing and kneading them thoroughly. When I finally let go of her boobs after licking and sucking them to my heart's content, both her boobs, including her nipples, were red from my sucking and licking. There were also marks of my teeth and saliva on her both nipples. After sucking on her nipples for quite some time, when I lifted my head from her boobs, I saw that Ankita had been enjoying my mouth sucking her boobs with her eyes closed. For the first time in her life, perhaps someone had ever sucked her boobs and nipples so passionately. And she was absolutely loving it, as was evident from the look of joy on her face. I began to run my lips and tongue over her thin belly, and tease her navel with my tongue. Until now, Ankita had been sitting there, digging her nails into the bedsheet. But finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed my head from behind and pressed my face against her belly and navel. After licking her navel thoroughly with my tongue for a while, I finally reached her lower part. Then, I parted her legs and saw her completely soaked panties. I began to smell the faint scent of Ankita's pussy, a hint of her wetness. I lowered my nose to her panties and took a deep breath. With this breath, the strong scent of her pussy juices reached my nose. The smell warmed my heart. I had aroused Ankita to such an extent that it was impossible to bring herself out of this state. Ankita was completely unprepared for what I did just next. I once again took out my tongue and began licking the juices oozing from her panties. Within a few licks, the salty taste of her pussy juices began to linger on my tongue. I began licking her panties even more. Her panties were already wet with her own pussy juices, and now, my saliva began to moisten them with my licking. But I began to feel a slight tingle as I licked them over her pussy. I grabbed her panties and tried to pull it off. Ankita then stopped me, grabbing my hand and saying, "Please, Boudi, leave it alone. Someone might come." I assured her and said, “No one will come, Ankita. Don't stop yourself or me.” Ankita did not say anything else to me. I held her panty with my hand and pulled it down. Ankita also raised her buttocks and helped me in taking off her panty. As I went on taking off her panty, Ankita's virgin pussy started getting exposed in front of my eyes slowly. I took off her panty completely and threw it on the ground. Now Ankit was sitting in front of me completely naked from head to toe. And her virgin pussy was right in front of my eyes. But the scene was such that my heart sank after seeing it. And I looked at Ankita in utter disappointment. (Contd.)
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