05-01-2019, 03:39 PM
He placed a pillow on the floor and sat on it, his back resting against a wall and his legs spread out, his hard, erect cock sticking out proudly. He made Kajal squat facing him, her feet on either side of his thighs, her hands resting on his shoulders for support. He gripped his cock just at the ridge behind the head, so that only the head projected out of his fist. With his other hand he guided her hips.
"Le ab teri choot halke halke mere lund par ragad."
"Come, rub your cunt gently against my cock." He commanded her.
She started to slowly move her hips so that his cock rubbed against her open inner lips, then slid and rubbed against her stiff clit. The sensations were simply out of this world and she started to tremble all over, muffled moans escaping from her mouth. She couldn't quite control her limbs now. Suddenly, she felt his cock head fit snugly between her inner lips. She humped her hips up and down, desperately trying to impale herself on his cock. Shyam's fist held his cock fast just behind the head and so, his cock didn't get past her inner lips. Had he loosened his grip a bit, it would undoubtedly have ripped through her hymen and hit her cervix. Shyam tried hard to keep the situation in control. However, her hot breath on his face, the wanton look of sheer lust in her eyes and the hard, jerky movements of her hot pussy against his swollen cock soon brought him to orgasm and he felt his semen painfully trying to spurt up his shaft, unable to get past his firmly clenched fist. Shyam placed his free hand under her belly to hold her off and loosened the grip around his cock. He immediately blew his load on her pussy hovering a few inches above his cock. He let go of her and she collapsed on top of him, her legs no longer able to support her.
"Ohhh... Kajal meri jaan. Yeh tu ne kya gazab kar diya!"
"Ohhh... Kajal my love, what have you done!" He exclaimed, thinking that her hymen had been torn. He quickly checked, but found no signs of blood anywhere.
"Shukr hai Bhagwan ka! Aisa nahi hua!"
"Thank God! It didn't happen!" He sighed, relieved. He hugged and caressed her, his hands moving over the expanse of her bare back as she kept her face buried in his chest.
"Kajal, yeh to teri chudai ke kareeb hi ho gaya. Tu ne mujhe kitna sukh diya hai yeh kaise bataun? Aaj toh mai tere saath do baar jhar gaya."
"Kajal, this was as good as fucking you. How can I describe the pleasure you've given me? Today, I came with you twice." Shyam said, caressing her shoulders and back, kissing her fragrant hair.
"Bhaiya, mera bojh halka kijiye na!"
"Bhaiya, lighten my burden, please!" Kajal whispered. Shyam realized that Kajal hadn't cum yet. He pushed her back and lay her down on the bare floor on her back, her legs spread wide apart. Her cum covered pussy was open before him. Using his thumb and fingers, he rubbed and stimulated her clit and pussy lips and made her cum several times, her pussy becoming even wetter with her secretions.
Once again, he lubricated her anus with their combined secretions and fingered it gently. As it relaxed a bit, he could push his finger in about an inch or two. He finger fucked it as she looked at him through half closed eyes. Clearly, she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Shyam had never tried anal sex until then, although he had read about it. He wasn't even sure whether he'd actually want to insert his cock in there. Nevertheless, he was aroused to see Kajal's lack of inhibitions and willingness to let him play with her ass. Hmmm... this needs to be explored further, he thought.
"Chal, ab tera jaane ka waqt ho gaya. Aaj tu ne mujhe bahut thaka diya! Didi ko kehna ki aaj main unki duty nahi kar paaonga."
"It's time for you to go. You really tired me out today! Tell Didi that I won't be able to do my duty with her today." Shyam said. He'd jokingly started to refer to their meetings as his "duty".
***
An unspoken understanding developed between Shyam, Savita and Kajal. Although they all knew what was happening between them, and although the sisters were otherwise very close, Savita and Kajal never made any direct reference to their relationship with Shyam when they spoke to each other. Apart from this, they all behaved in a most decorous manner even when only the three of them were together, at least for a long time...
It was left to Shyam to tell each sister what he had done with the other. Shyam was a born raconteur. He soon honed his narrative skills not just to inform and communicate, but also to arouse and excite. He skillfully combined flowery, poetic euphemisms and the crudest vulgarities in the Hindi language to describe the plots and situations, actions and emotions so as to inflame the rawest passions – his own and of his audience.
He was the one in control now, and the two sisters trusted him implicitly. They happily allowed him to do whatever he wished. It was also understood tacitly that Shyam's bedroom was out of bounds, in deference to the absent Renu. Action took place mostly in his small kitchen, sometimes in his living room and later on, on some memorable occasions in Savita's apartment.
All fun and games were put on hold when Savita's husband Kantibhai was in town between his business tours. In those periods, there was strictly no interaction between Shyam and the two sisters. But as soon as Kantibhai was off on his next tour, Shyam had to work extra hard to make up for lost time. After all, Savita and Kajal had both become addicted to the fare served up by him. In fact, Shyam found himself perpetually sleep deprived, what with the triple duty he had to do: the nights in the service of his employer and days servicing the sexy Gujarati sisters. Only his youth and vigor enabled him to keep up. Although he wasn't complaining, he welcomed the interludes when Kantibhai was in town, since he was then able to catch up on his sleep.
***
To be continued...
"Le ab teri choot halke halke mere lund par ragad."
"Come, rub your cunt gently against my cock." He commanded her.
She started to slowly move her hips so that his cock rubbed against her open inner lips, then slid and rubbed against her stiff clit. The sensations were simply out of this world and she started to tremble all over, muffled moans escaping from her mouth. She couldn't quite control her limbs now. Suddenly, she felt his cock head fit snugly between her inner lips. She humped her hips up and down, desperately trying to impale herself on his cock. Shyam's fist held his cock fast just behind the head and so, his cock didn't get past her inner lips. Had he loosened his grip a bit, it would undoubtedly have ripped through her hymen and hit her cervix. Shyam tried hard to keep the situation in control. However, her hot breath on his face, the wanton look of sheer lust in her eyes and the hard, jerky movements of her hot pussy against his swollen cock soon brought him to orgasm and he felt his semen painfully trying to spurt up his shaft, unable to get past his firmly clenched fist. Shyam placed his free hand under her belly to hold her off and loosened the grip around his cock. He immediately blew his load on her pussy hovering a few inches above his cock. He let go of her and she collapsed on top of him, her legs no longer able to support her.
"Ohhh... Kajal meri jaan. Yeh tu ne kya gazab kar diya!"
"Ohhh... Kajal my love, what have you done!" He exclaimed, thinking that her hymen had been torn. He quickly checked, but found no signs of blood anywhere.
"Shukr hai Bhagwan ka! Aisa nahi hua!"
"Thank God! It didn't happen!" He sighed, relieved. He hugged and caressed her, his hands moving over the expanse of her bare back as she kept her face buried in his chest.
"Kajal, yeh to teri chudai ke kareeb hi ho gaya. Tu ne mujhe kitna sukh diya hai yeh kaise bataun? Aaj toh mai tere saath do baar jhar gaya."
"Kajal, this was as good as fucking you. How can I describe the pleasure you've given me? Today, I came with you twice." Shyam said, caressing her shoulders and back, kissing her fragrant hair.
"Bhaiya, mera bojh halka kijiye na!"
"Bhaiya, lighten my burden, please!" Kajal whispered. Shyam realized that Kajal hadn't cum yet. He pushed her back and lay her down on the bare floor on her back, her legs spread wide apart. Her cum covered pussy was open before him. Using his thumb and fingers, he rubbed and stimulated her clit and pussy lips and made her cum several times, her pussy becoming even wetter with her secretions.
Once again, he lubricated her anus with their combined secretions and fingered it gently. As it relaxed a bit, he could push his finger in about an inch or two. He finger fucked it as she looked at him through half closed eyes. Clearly, she enjoyed what he was doing to her. Shyam had never tried anal sex until then, although he had read about it. He wasn't even sure whether he'd actually want to insert his cock in there. Nevertheless, he was aroused to see Kajal's lack of inhibitions and willingness to let him play with her ass. Hmmm... this needs to be explored further, he thought.
"Chal, ab tera jaane ka waqt ho gaya. Aaj tu ne mujhe bahut thaka diya! Didi ko kehna ki aaj main unki duty nahi kar paaonga."
"It's time for you to go. You really tired me out today! Tell Didi that I won't be able to do my duty with her today." Shyam said. He'd jokingly started to refer to their meetings as his "duty".
***
An unspoken understanding developed between Shyam, Savita and Kajal. Although they all knew what was happening between them, and although the sisters were otherwise very close, Savita and Kajal never made any direct reference to their relationship with Shyam when they spoke to each other. Apart from this, they all behaved in a most decorous manner even when only the three of them were together, at least for a long time...
It was left to Shyam to tell each sister what he had done with the other. Shyam was a born raconteur. He soon honed his narrative skills not just to inform and communicate, but also to arouse and excite. He skillfully combined flowery, poetic euphemisms and the crudest vulgarities in the Hindi language to describe the plots and situations, actions and emotions so as to inflame the rawest passions – his own and of his audience.
He was the one in control now, and the two sisters trusted him implicitly. They happily allowed him to do whatever he wished. It was also understood tacitly that Shyam's bedroom was out of bounds, in deference to the absent Renu. Action took place mostly in his small kitchen, sometimes in his living room and later on, on some memorable occasions in Savita's apartment.
All fun and games were put on hold when Savita's husband Kantibhai was in town between his business tours. In those periods, there was strictly no interaction between Shyam and the two sisters. But as soon as Kantibhai was off on his next tour, Shyam had to work extra hard to make up for lost time. After all, Savita and Kajal had both become addicted to the fare served up by him. In fact, Shyam found himself perpetually sleep deprived, what with the triple duty he had to do: the nights in the service of his employer and days servicing the sexy Gujarati sisters. Only his youth and vigor enabled him to keep up. Although he wasn't complaining, he welcomed the interludes when Kantibhai was in town, since he was then able to catch up on his sleep.
***
To be continued...
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