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I didn't want any of these sermons. I just wanted to fuck this lady. And so I made a move again to jump on her. "Wait! Wait! wait! Wait my hungry tiger. Your lady needs to get her panties off before you can devour her."


I moved back. She lifted her ass and slid the panties off and slowly took them off from her legs and threw them aside. Now I could smell her. The strong smell of a woman in heat. I'd never smelt it before but a primal instinct in me instantly recognized it.



It was a shaved pussy. She rubbed it herself with her two fingers. As she did this she closed her eyes. My fingers went to her pussy. As it touched her outer walls she slowly arched back.

"My god! Oh my god!"



I rubbed her. It felt like my fingers belonged there. I loved the feel of everything I touched. The opening was rubbery and there were soft folds of skin which I held in between my fingers. The sides were smooth and soft like cushions. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lips when suddenly I felt her body give a wild shudder. Her body jerked violently and suddenly she was gasping for breath and holding her head in her hands. I looked at her and I kept on rubbing.

She caught hold of my hand and said-"Enough!"

I stopped and I looked in to her eyes. I could see the passion there. The lust. It was like looking in to a mirror reflection of my eyes.



"Lie down on your back"-she ordered. I complied. She lay next to me on my arm. I moved my other arm to hug her. She stopped me. She looked down at my prince. He was a full 180 degrees straight and was touching my stomach. She looked in to my eyes and I could feel her hand slowly make its way down to my prince. Then she gripped it. I felt an electric pulse through my body. I felt I could explode any moment now. I wanted to hold. But I was not sure how much longer I could control.



I placed my hand on hers. She began rubbing gently and my hand was following her. Slowly I began to control the strokes and she began to follow my rhythm. It was incredible. She found the right speed and style in no time. I moved out my hand.

"I'm going to cum"

She increased her speed and tempo. It was like she'd been doing this all her life. It was incredible. Even I with all my experience in self-pleasing had never found the exact pace and rhythm like she'd done. And it was so good, I was in such a frenzy I lost all control and I came.



My prince shot out white stuff in loads. I'd never cummed so much, that I was sure of. It fell on her thighs, on her hips, on my stomach and on the bed. She reduced her rhythm slowly to take out the entire juice. I felt slightly embarrassed that I'd come. I knew that the longer you took the more pleasure you gave your woman. Technically I was still a virgin and there was a doubt whether I'd blown my chance. Now she might not be so happy with my initial performance and would put a stop to things.

She grasped my tip and took the entire last bit of cum in the plam of her hand. And then she took it and rubbed it on her pussy. It was extremely erotic. I got hard again in no time. She looked me in the eye when she rubbed my jism on her pussy. I wanted to eat her. I kissed her lips and the fire just blew out of control.



I put her down below me. My prince was throbbing again. I needed to fuck her then and there. Without any need to communicate she spread her legs and pulled me in to her. Her hand found my shaft and slowly guided it home.

I had entered her. I could feel all my senses on my prince. I could touch her, feel her, taste her, hear her from the inside through my prince. It was the most incredible connection I'd made to anything in my life. And all I could think of was wanting more. So I thrust even more deeper.



Her nails dug in to my shoulders as I thrust. Her head went backwards. I went back only to thrust even deeper. I was pounding in to her. Harder and harder and harder with each stroke. She let out a yelp with each thrust of mine. All my energy went in to my hips and I went on with my mission.

She moved her legs on to my back and locked them at the ankles. With each thrust I would unlock them but she would bring them back. Slowly her noise-levels started growing louder and louder till she was practically screaming. It was just raw natural screaming. I loved it. I was hurting her and I was enjoying it. I wanted to make her scream her head off.



I could feel her body jerk violently again under me. My head went to her neck and I was rubbing my nose on it and thrusting in to her at the same time. My hands were on her hips placed there firmly. I had gripped her tight. She was not going to go anywhere.

And then I could feel the explosion slowly come from my balls through the length of my prince. I controlled it. Forbade it to explode yet. I needed more from this. Much more.



Her nails dug harder in to my flesh. I felt pain and that only increased my passion. I doubled my thrust speed and I felt complete. I felt in union with the world, with the universe. I felt like a true man.

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My prince was begging to explode and finally I gave my approval. I shot my cum as deep as I could in to her. With each thrust I was milking my prince to her side squeezing out ever more. I thrust and thrust and thrust and finally I collapsed on top of her. I felt a sense of accomplishment. A deep personal satisfaction from within.


She had one hand on my shoulder and the other on her head which she slowly dropped to her mouth. We were both breathing heavily. I could feel my dick soften. I needed to lie down on my back. Slowly I slid my prince from out of her. The feeling coming out was almost as good as going in.



And then I put my hands behind my head and lay on my back looking at the ceiling. We'd not spoken one word. I couldn't think yet. I was still too high.

We must have lain down like that for a long time. Suddenly she said- "after 12 bloody long years!"

"After 21 for me"- I replied.

She turned and looked at me. And then she laughed. We both laughed and I took her in to my hands and we kissed a passionate, tender, loving kiss.



I could feel my dick turn hard again. She felt it too because she looked down at me and then said-"Boy, that thing has got some stamina."

I still hadn't tasted her boobs. That was something that needed immediate correction. So I bent over her and placed my lips over one of her nipples. I rolled my tongue to taste the sweetest most beautiful thing I had ever tasted. I could feel the hunger from within consume me. I began to suck on the nipple. I wanted to suck out everything I could from it. Her hands were on my head and playing with my hair as I was devouring her nipple. With each stroke I could feel the pressure of her hands on my head increase.



I wanted to taste her other nipple. So I moved my head to her other breast and started sucking. This tit was equally good. My one hand was massaging her other breast and tuning its nipple. And the other hand was cupping the breast I was sucking so I could suck out everything from it.

I kept at this for as long as I could. My prince was throbbing again demanding release. But, I was having too much fun. I didn't want to stop. My mouth hurt from all the sucking but I couldn't stop.

I heard Raveena's soft moans. From time to time I would bite her nipple and she would yank my hair and say- no biting. She did this three times when I took a large portion of her breast in my mouth just beside the nipple and bit it as hard as I could.



She yelped in pain. I could see tears trickle down her eyes. I saw a bit of blood where I'd just bitten and clearly visible tooth marks. I felt stupid.

"Sorry. I lost control. Sorry."-I said about five time contiously.

She gave me one playful slap across my face. I rubbed my cheek. She looked me in the eye.

"It's okay. I understand. Just be little more careful. I love what you are doing. But don't go overboard. Okay?"

"Okay"- I said.

"Bite me on my neck. Slowly. Not as hard as you did last time."

I did. I loved it. I bit her on shoulders. I bit her ear-lobes. And then I went back to her breast. I licked the wound I'd created. Then I began rolling her boobs with my nose. I loved doing this.

I sucked and played with her tits for a little longer.

"I want to fuck you."-I said.

"Say that again."

"I want to fuck you"

"Again."

"I have to fuck you. Right now. I mean right now."

She smiled.



"Okay. But slowly this time. My pussy still hurts from the last time. Don't be so forceful. You need to be a little more gentle okay?"

"Okay?"

"And go slowly. I'll tell you what rhythm you need to take. Be gentle please?"

She was almost begging. I nodded my head.

I went down. Her pussy was moist now and was leaking cum. Both mine and hers I guess. I went over her. She took hold of my throbbing prince and guided it in to her once again. It was the same explosion all over again. Once I was inside she took one leg and placed it over my shoulder.

"Okay now. Slowly!"

I thrust slowly in to her. 

"Ah... Perfect! Again!"

Once more I went in to her.

"Good now keep up this rhythm."



And I did that. This time I was more in control. I loved the feeling. I could see her breasts heave. See her face change emotion with each thrust. She continued with her soft sounds and I felt great that I was making her feel that way.

I caught the leg that was on my shoulder at the thigh. And the other hand I was massaging her breasts. With each thrust I would make her breasts juggle. I loved it.

My prince was having other wonderful experiences. He could feel the walls of Raveena's pussy contract on him with each thrust. He could feel the inner walls and the thick juice inside. His head loved exploring the hidden portions of her body and with each touch he felt more ennobled.



Slowly, without realizing it, I'd increased the speed and momentum of my thrusts. Raveena was not complaining so I continued on in that trajectory. Then slowly the mania of the last fuck came over me and I was pounding away. Raveena was still not complaining. In fact this time she was going- "Yes! Yes! Yes!" and each 'yes' was louder than the last one.

Then suddenly she went to "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!". I could feel her body jitter again. Her walls contracted hard on my dick and let loose suddenly.

I could feel the excitement come through now.

"I'm going to cum!"-I said.

"Please! Please fill me with your seed. I want to be filled with your seed."



When she said that my ego went through the roof. I went pounding harder and harder. The screams that came from her were unintelligible. My world was going crazy. And then I exploded.

I could feel each jet load shoot its way from my ball sack through my dick and in to Raveena. It was complete fulfillment.

"Stay inside me"

I did. 

"Lie on top of me"



I did. We kissed. It was a deep sensual kiss. Then we just hugged and lay there, me on top of her.

"I need to lie on my back"-I said after some time.

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"Okay. You were getting heavy too!"-she said rubbing my head playfully.


I came out of her and fell flat on the bed. I was out. I hadn't felt so exhausted and so thrilled ever in my life. I lay there put my hands behind my head. She immediately put her head on my hand and crawled in beside me. I could feel her boobs on my side and I loved it.

We both just lay there side by side. Recovering from our highs.

"Wow!"-I exclaimed.

Raveena lifted herself on one elbow and looked in to my face.



"Wow!"-I said again. The little technical detail that I was no longer a virgin had just sunk in to me. And now that I had experience I knew exactly what a big deal this whole sex thing was.

Raveena looked at me and smiled. "Happy huh?"-she enquired.

"Happy doesn't even begin to describe what I'm feeling right now."

She smiled and snuggled in to the crux of my arm.



I wanted to talk. To ask her a million questions. But, I didn't know if it was right to. So I just kept quiet.

"Arjun, this is just this okay?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean let's not complicate things. This is just sex. It doesn't mean we need to become really intimate with each other or talk about our past or future. Nothing. It's just this."

I didn't know what she meant. So I just kept quiet.

"I don't want to talk about any personal things. Okay? Please don't go there."

"Okay!"

"Trust me Arjun. We don't want to complicate things. Let it just be."

"Okay!"

"Good!"

"Shall we call it a night then?"

"I think we could do another round."

I didn't understand her. What did she just say then? And now she wanted one more? I didn't think I could perform again. I was pooped.

"Raveena I think I'm out. I'm exhausted."

"Nonsense!"

"I'm serious. I'm finding it difficult to keep my eyes open."

"Are you saying you can't fuck me one more time?"

"No, I'm not saying that. It's just that..."

"Let me prove it to you."

"What?"

"I'll prove it to you that you are good for one more fuck."
"Okay! Go ahead!"

She had that devilish smile on her face again. I didn't think she had a chance. She was sexy as hell but a man is only capable of so much.



She moved down on me and at that instant I knew what she had in mind. I could feel a rush of blood in my veins.

She caught hold of my soft prince and then she kissed it. Almost by magic it started growing hard in her hands. "See!" she said in childish glee.

She kissed my balls one by one. Then she kissed the connecting point of my shaft and my balls. She slowly pecked her way up my shaft till she was looking at my prince face to face, or head to face, whichever way you will have it.

My prince was throbbing with life now like the events of the night had never happened. It had found renewed energy. Raveena's loving kisses had rejuvenated him. And the best part was that he wanted more.

Raveena slowly cupped my balls. I let out a small gasp again. And at that exact moment she put my prince in her mouth. I was knocked out. My mind was no longer working. The only feeling I had was of Raveena's tongue rolling over my shaft and it was driving me insane.



She was sucking him dry. She licked every part of him. Using her hands she was trying to milk out whatever she could get out from him. And very once in a while, for a break, she would put my balls in her mouth.

She looked up at him with his cock in her mouth. He could see the hunger in her eyes. He loved it. It drove him even more wild with passion.

He could feel the saliva dripping all over his shaft. He could feel the saliva dripping from his balls. He wanted release. But, he knew where he wanted it.

He stopped her. "I want you again."

She smiled. "I win!"

"Yes, you win! But, I have to fuck you now."

"Okay. But, this time doggy style. And slowly just like the last time."

I nodded. She moved in to the doggy style position with her ass in the air and lying flat on her chest. She spread her legs and played with her pussy.

"Fuck me. Fuck me my darling."

It was all the inspiration he needed. His prince was shining in the saliva. He caught and slowly inserted it in to her hole. Each touch of her pussy only made him hunger her more. He moved in and he could feel the connect with her.



She guided him with the thrusts. He enjoyed taking her this way. He could feel his ball sack slap against her ass cheeks. His prince found that this was a completely different view and was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Her screams became louder. His thrusts became harder. She caught the pillow and placed it over her head. He loved seeing her do that. She was losing control. Her screams came muffled through the pillow but they were still there. And with each thrust they only grew louder and louder.



Finally he came again. He filled her with his seed. It was nirvana. As he thrust in her hand slowly moved to his ball sack and gave it a light squeeze. He found himself pouring more in to her because of that.

He took his cock out of her and fell on the bed. He was deeply and completely exhausted. She moved over to him and kissed him. It was a strong passionate kiss. Then they hugged each other. And before they knew it they were fast asleep in each other's arms.



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Please write a story on Samantha and Rakul ...I have been asking for a while please consider my request

I need help for adding pic story. that taking so much time

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In the small village adjacent to the town, time had moved steadily and inexorably. It had been four years since Kriti Sanon's sexual discovery of herself at the ripe age of 23; she was now 27 years old. Over these years, her mother had tried to convince her that she should get married, have children, start a family, and thus fulfil her destiny. Her father continued to toil on his piece of the planet, the essential monsoon rains supporting his efforts every year; life had treated them well.




Kriti Sanon's two married sisters had both borne children, and the youngest would most likely be getting married in another year's time. Her cousin Ram and his wife had moved out of the rural life and now both worked in Mumbai. Kriti Sanon herself had remained steadfast in her refusal to marry anyone other than a yet to be discovered soul mate, not that she used that term in her thoughts. Also, and naturally enough, she was still a virgin. Of course, she had continued to pleasure herself but the restlessness that had been born in her heart four years ago had grown.


Her 33-27-34 shape had settled to perfection and she maintained it without really being conscious of doing so. Her diet was frugal and the hours spent in physical activity were many. She was naturally aware of how voluptuous and attractive she was in the eyes of both young and old in the village; there had been a continuing stream of marriage proposals over the years although the flow seemed to have dwindled somewhat after she crossed the age of 25. The young adult men didn't want to get married to a woman older than themselves.



But the fact that Kriti Sanon was becoming an object of desire, a sexual trophy that nobody was winning, was becoming apparent even to her parents. And that worried them no end. In fact, once late last year in the winter, there had even been an attempt by a person to bang her; the culprit had not been completely successful, and he hadn't been apprehended either. It was however suspected that a village elder's son from a neighbouring village had been responsible.

Kriti Sanon had gone one morning to town where she had met one of her sisters and spent the day together; they'd shopped for some clothes for her sister's baby, watched a movie, eaten at a restaurant, chatted away on a park bench, and generally had a lot of fun with one another. In the evening, she took the bus back to a point on the highway from where there was a path that cut across the fields to her village.



It was early February and the sun had set by 6:00 p.m. Kriti Sanon got off the bus by a little after 7 o'clock and started walking through the fields towards her home. The winter crop of wheat had been planted back in October and would be harvested in another few weeks time; as a result the fields were now dense with a near four-foot high plant, stretching for miles as most farmers in the region had planted that this season. Since the moon wasn't going to rise till almost midnight, Kriti Sanon had carried along a battery operated torchlight which she now used to light her way.

Although the day had been sunny and very comfortable weather-wise, the evening temperature had dropped to almost 10 degrees Celsius. Kriti Sanon was wearing her usual saree and blouse, but had a thick woollen shawl dbangd around her as protection against the cold. She walked through the fields, stepping carefully along the dry irrigation tracks between rows of the planted wheat. About halfway on her walk home, some ten minutes after getting off the bus, she thought she's heard dull footsteps and the rustle of someone walking through the plantation.



Kriti Sanon paused in order to listen more carefully but hardly had her feet stopped on the dry soil that there was a sudden crackle of noise, a gust of wind, and a wild movement through the nearby stalks of grain. She didn't even have time to turn around to see before she was grabbed bodily from behind and held tightly against what was obviously a man. The torchlight flew out of her hand and landed on the ground a few feet away, still shining its light.

The man was very strong, standing at least a foot above Kriti Sanon's 5'9" height as he grabbed a handful of her hair in his left hand while his right encircled her waist from behind her in a vice-like hold. Pulling her hair hard he released his grip around her body with the arm, only to pull a knife from his waistband flashing it in front of her face, then placing it to her throat and telling her that if she didn't do everything he said, he'd cut her up.



The man commanded Kriti Sanon to move forward, picking up the torchlight as he shoved her. He then yanked her head backwards with his fist that gripped the long thickness of her hair and shone the torch so that he could see her face. As she stumbled on, trembling and making slight whimpering sounds, he basked in the feeling of power over her. She was a beauty, full lips and just the right amount of makeup to enhance her unblemished features without unnaturally covering them. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders and down to her hips, but much of it was now twisted and gripped in his massive hand. She was dressed in a white blouse, and a white saree with light blue print on it, and shoes had one inch heels. Kriti Sanon was aware that the outline of her bra was visible through the material of her blouse but had not bothered because she had a shawl dbangd around her. Now, that woollen stole was askance and of no protective value. The man commented on her breasts, talking about their size and shape in a lewd manner that scared her terribly; she felt a few drops of urine escape and wet her panties.



Kriti Sanon, her voice cracking and on the verge of tears, implored the man not to hurt her but had little hope that he would consider her plea. He spoke gruffly, twisting her hair, yanking her head back, and told to her to shut up. As they walked through the wheat fields, a chill wind whipped through the plantation causing strands of her long hair to float across the man's face. Her fragrant strands smelled clean and enticing like she had just emerged from the shower, despite a day spent in town. Already he could feel stirrings between his legs.

They walked on in silence, Kriti Sanon already thinking of how she could escape. She had a sense of who the man was but not having had a look at his face, she was unsure. She knew he was a ruffian and a brigand and there was only one thing his accosting her could mean: he was going to bang her. She feared the knife that he held against her throat most of the time as they staggered along, otherwise she would have lashed out at him and made a run for it.

The man steered them off the rough track through the fields and towards a forested grove by the side; down a small ravine and across an old bridge, then turned on to a narrow pathway that followed the river. Once they were out of the fields and not likely to come across anyone, the man took his hand out of her hair but held the knife blade against her still. There was no one for her to signal to for help now.



He had pulled the pallu of her saree tight from the back so that it was cutting between her breasts, separating and outlining them. He was only inches away from the back of her body and leaning forward he could see the cleavage between her breasts disappear into her blouse. Every time the man pulled her backwards, her buttocks would touch his front and she felt the warm bulge in his trousers. Reaching around her, the man touched her right breast, following the border of her bra, brushing lightly across her nipple. Kriti Sanon tried to struggle against his grip but that seemed to excite him even more as he clamped his palm around her breast, feeling her nipple become hard, pressing anxiously against the fabric of her brassiere and blouse.



Kriti Sanon tried to distract the man through her agitated conversation, telling him to stop touching her, asking him if this was how he treated his mother and sister, alternating between mild aggressions and pleading. He reacted with anger, abusing her and reminding her that he was in control and quite capable of slicing open her throat. Simultaneously, he continued his physical onslaught by squashing her breasts with his hand and pinching her nipple hard with his fingers, causing her to yelp with pain.

Her breath caught in her throat as his hand enveloped the softness of her breast. He could feel that her bra was sheer, and had no lace or under wires. It was the sort of bra cup that gave little protection from erect nipples and hers were erect from his fondling her. Most of the top part of her breast was bare, the bra just barely covering the nipple. The man slipped his thumb and forefinger into her bra, and rolled her nipple lightly. She stiffened sucking air in through her teeth in a quick breath. Much to Kriti Sanon's dismay, her nipples were rock hard now as the rogue shoved her bra down further.



Then with one hand tightly wrapped around her waist he reached down with the other, pulling the hem of her saree up her thighs, the rough knuckles of his right hand gliding along the smoothness of her calves and shank. The front of his body was flush against her and the hardness in his crotch pushed out his pants in a massive bulge; Kriti Sanon could feel the heat against the flimsy protection over her buttocks. They slowed down as he rubbed his calloused palm against the soft silky skin over her fleshy arse and thighs.

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They stopped walking as they approached the trunk of a thick tree, mainly bare in this winter season. Letting go of her saree, the man once again brought up the knife to her throat, then holding her by upper arm he turned her around to face him. For the first time he was getting a good look at her, and he just stared into her eyes soundlessly for a moment. The man himself had a woollen muffler wrapped around his face and head, revealing only the coal black eyes through a slit in the scarf.




In his eyes Kriti Sanon looked sexy as hell standing there in her pale saree and low heeled shoes. He had thrown the torch to the ground so it offered a soft diffused ambient lighting to the immediate vicinity beyond which was complete darkness. Taking a couple of steps back but holding on to the dbang of her saree, the man could see Kriti Sanon's full voluptuous body silhouetted through the material of her dress. It made the man's juices start to flow and his cock move against his pants.



He closed the gap between them again, gripped her with his left hand encircling her neck and with his other hand took the knife blade to her blouse. Kriti Sanon implored him again to let her go, and then tried to convince him not to cut open her blouse, but this seemed to anger the rogue even further. But then seeming to relent somewhat, he took his time with the hooks at the front of her blouse. Unclasping the front, he pushed her blouse over her shoulders and let it hang from her arms behind her back. Her breasts was firm and beckoning through the thin white material of her brassiere, her erect nipples pressing hard against the flimsy fabric.



The man commented on the fullness of her boobs and stroked his hardness through the material of his trousers. Kriti Sanon glanced downwards and was shocked at the size of the bulge straining against the buttons of his fly. Holding the sharp pointed tip of the knife blade against the underside of her jaw, he pulled out the saree from where it was tucked into her petticoat and let the entire eight yards of fabric flow to the ground where it pooled around her feet. Then very slowly he slid his knife up her belly to her bra. Kriti Sanon stiffened as the blade tracked lightly up her stomach. With one quick motion he cut her bra loose and the pair of her most beautiful breasts fell into view.



Sheathing his knife into his waistband, the man grabbed an erect nipple between each thumb and forefinger and backed up as he tugged at them. Kriti Sanon stood in morbid fear, prisoner to this large, intimidating man, who was being unnervingly silent at the moment. He was strong, much stronger than she, and now that his state of arousal was peaking she was mortified. Her breathing was coming quickly now, almost hyperventilating, and when he touched her cheek she let out a little shriek and jerked away, forgetting his hands and the grip they could have on her. With another cry she felt herself falling, unable to catch herself as she toppled sideways and landed hard on her shoulder, her head hitting the soft earth with a thud.

Feeling the touch of his hand on her arm as he tried to lift her up, she frantically tried to back away, pushing herself back along the forest floor with her feet, little whimpers of fear escaping her mouth as she did so. She could hear his footsteps padding along beside her as she wriggled, trying at the same time to stand and run.



Backing up against the thick trunk of a tree she realised with a shocked gasp that the wriggling had caused her petticoat to ride up her legs; she could feel the brush of cool air over her heated skin and the slide of the material as it parted over her thighs. Curling her knees up to her chest, Kriti Sanon huddled against the tree, terrified and out of breath but with enough self possession to know that exposing herself to this man would only make her more vulnerable. Her heart beating hard against the wall of her chest she turned her head to the tree, feeling the cool solidness against her hot cheek.

Kriti Sanon knew that she was going to be bangd as soon as the man tightened his grip on her forearm and looked into her eyes with all the violence of hell. They were alone together in the quiet stillness of the dark forest, not in earshot of another human soul. She was now wondering whether the best thing would be for her to let the man to do anything he wanted and hoped that she might make it out of the forest and fields with her life. She made yet another desperate attempt to convince him to let her go; she cried and she pleaded, she prayed to him, begged him.

For an answer, he spat out into the ground and increased his grip on her arm. Wordlessly, he reached into his waistband and pulled out the big knife, making Kriti Sanon start with a renewed shock of fear. He looked at her large breasts, the nipples long and erect in the increasing cold of the night. He stared at her through the slit in his improvised mask with that solid evil stare that sent chills through her. He put the knife back in his pocket and released the grip on her arm and backed off a couple of steps staring at her expectantly.

Kriti Sanon had a very good idea what he wanted and once again thought that her best bet was to comply with the man's wishes if that meant getting out the situation unhurt and alive. She thought of the years she had resisted proposals of marriage, how she had preserved herself and her body for a man she would surely meet one day, she thought of her parents and their hopes for her and her dreams. But she couldn't get herself to comply, to strip and lie back so that this evil man could take her, defile her.



The man just stared at her for a long moment. She shivered in the cold night air and goose bumps began appearing on her legs and arms. She stood up slowly, the petticoat falling back down to cover her legs. Her breasts were still exposed and she tried to draw the blouse tight across her chest; her shawl lay discarded on the forest floor along with her saree. She held herself tightly to try and keep warm. She was visibly shivering now and didn't know if it was just the cold night or the evil stare that had not left her once. He nodded curtly to her and she knew what he wanted from her without him having to tell her.

For a long time nothing happened. Her stomach in knots, Kriti Sanon just stood her ground; she was waiting for him to make a move and the wait was worse than the cold or her nakedness or her fear of death. He made her wait for him and she knew he must be doing that intentionally to torment her further, and yet she could not give in to him. Again she started to tremble and her flesh pimpled over with bumps from the cold.

The man then bent down to the ground and reached for the torchlight. He shone it on Kriti Sanon's face; the light blinding her so she couldn't make out his intentions. Then suddenly, he switched off the light and there was a pitch black darkness that surrounded them. Before Kriti Sanon could adjust her eyes to the sinister darkness, she heard movement over the dried leaves on the ground and before she could change her stance, the man was behind her, his vice-like grip once again around her waist and clamping her arms against her side. She felt the fingers of his other hand loosen the drawstring of her petticoat and push it down to the ground. Still holding her very tight, he pushed down her panties and pulled them down to her ankles as well. And then all was silent again; he released his grip, moved away from her and left her completely naked in the night cold.



In less than a few seconds, the torchlight was on again shining straight into Kriti Sanon's eyes. She tried to cover her breasts with one hand and her hairy crotch with the other, standing like an impersonation of Boticelli's The Birth of Venus. Her long hair was completely loose and fell like a black curtain around her torso. The size and overgrown thickness of her pubic hair was too much to cover with her small hand and substantial tendrils peered out from the sides of her failing modesty.

The man once again tossed the torch to the ground and Kriti Sanon was able to see in the soft light which that created. She glanced towards the man and saw that he had removed his trousers and now stood in front of her naked from the waist down. He wasn't moving but seemed to be transfixed, as he looked between her legs at her pubic growth. Glancing down to his groin Kriti Sanon saw his member hanging limp between his legs; she was surprised because she had expected to see a raging stiffness after all this while. She remembered her cousin's cock from a few years ago when his young wife had stimulated him on Holi. Though not erect this man's penis still hung a good 6-inches down past his dark brown and tightly wound scrotum, and the width made it look as strong and mean as its owner. She could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin and the thick head, larger than the rest.



Kriti Sanon considered running now that the man was semi naked but thought better of it; she was completely naked, very confused about which direction she could run to, and also that the man was stronger and probably swifter than she could ever be. So she took a decision, knowing instinctively that she would have to get his cock aroused to its angry fullest if she were to bring this unfortunate episode to an end. Moving forward toward him she reached out for his hanging penis. If she was going to have any chance of life beyond the next few minutes she knew she had to do this. This was going to be a first for Kriti Sanon.

The man's penis was actually heavy as she raised it outwards from the testicles and held it firmly in her left hand. She went down on her knees and brought it slowly to her mouth. Opening her mouth she closed her eyes and took him inside. Her tongue darted out to feel his cock. It tasted bad, evil like the man.



She began sucking him in. At first nothing happened, though large it was still flaccid. She moved out her tongue along the underside and as she sucked him in she licked the underside. At the same time, with her right hand she cupped his balls. They were also heavy and coarse like the cock she was sucking. Reaching down, he grabbed her hair in one of his calloused hands and yanked hard. She felt his other hand roughly running down her shoulders to her back. She shivered slightly as it continued on down to the small of her back.

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Her naked backside sticking up in the night air as she knelt there bobbing her mouth up and down on his penis was too much temptation for the man, and his fingers were soon reaching around behind her. When he roughly shoved two long fingers into her pussy, she was so dry that it caused her considerable pain. Another finger invaded her arse hole caused even more pain. The fingers didn't stop, and the two in her cunt moved up past her clit. As the single finger in her arse went all the way to the hilt, he squeezed. Involuntarily she cried out, his cock falling out of her mouth with a popping sound as she did so.




The pain he was causing her seemed to arouse the man. His manhood was coming to life as Kriti Sanon urgently continued to suck it. Once it started growing, it was soon too big for her mouth to accommodate. Now it was a 10-inch muscle that might have been made of steel. His balls contracted all the way up inside his body. He pulled violently on her long hair and his fingers squeezed inside of her body. Pre-cum was starting to seep from the opening at the tip of his cock and this was the foulest taste Kriti Sanon would ever have in her life.

As he removed his fingers from her pussy and arse, he reached down with his other hand and removed his dick from her mouth. Using her hair again, he pulled her around to face him and his massive penis leaped out at her and rested against her right cheek. His giant cock rubbed against her cheek and then came to rest against her forehead. Kriti Sanon found herself looking down the underside of his massive shaft and at the big blue vein underneath, pulsing with power. It was so menacing that it looked like it had grown another inch and she realised that it had to be just short of a foot long at full erection. Suddenly he slapped her across the face with the palm of his hand, then he slapped her on the other cheek with the big cock muscle he held in the other hand. After a few more of these masochistic whippings, he jammed his rod into her face but Kriti Sanon kept her mouth closed, not wanting to taste any more of his cum. She thought she would try and masturbate him to a climax.



Before she could grasp the situation or plan a strategy, a wet white jet of semen came flying out of his cock and she felt the warm splat on her face. As the load from this first burst was slowly oozing down from her cheekbone toward her lips, the next load of thick creamy whiteness hit her lips and chin, dripping on her chest. Then he jerked her hair back, so that the next load hit her lovely face, and the lids of her closed eyes. It got on her mouth, was in her ears, dripping across her chin, her forehead, matting her hair. And it didn't end there. He kept cumming and cumming into her face. She bravely held out in front of his fountain of cum. Soon not only her face but also her entire body was dripping in cum. It was hot like fire and smelled terrible. Kriti Sanon was amazed that one man could cum so much although she had only once before seen a man reach his climax and erupt.



He stood back from her and laughed. He threw his head back and roared with deep belly shaking laughter. At this point she broke down completely and started to cry the deepest tears she had felt since she had been a little girl. Cum was dripping off her eyebrows and making it hard for her to even see. Tears were streaking her face now and mixing with the man's foul white liquid as she sat on the ground naked, her elbows folded over her knees and her head resting on her arms. She cried till her eyes were dry, but she refused to let the overbearing sense of humiliation drown her; instead she told herself that she was still a virgin and that was important to her.



When she raised her head, he was gone. It was 9 o'clock at night and her first thought went to her parents and how worried they would be. She hastily wore her clothes, slipping the torn brassiere onto her bag, wrapped her woollen shawl tightly around her and set off in the direction she thought would lead to the wheat fields. The man had left the torch behind and she lighted her way out of the forest, she prayed that he had gone back to where he came from and wasn't lurking in the darkness beyond her field of vision.

When she reached home, she explained to her parents that the bus from Jaunpur had broken down and all the passengers had to walk a long distance since that was the last bus and no other vehicles came along that road. Kriti Sanon skipped dinner that night, bathed the muck and grime and filth out of her, and slept a very disturbed sleep.



She felt a great body of weight lift from her shoulders when a few weeks later she narrated the incident to her mother. It would take at least a year before she could relegate the memory of that night to the back of her mind where it would stay in her subconsciousness, raising its ugly head on rare occasions to trouble her. Over time however, it was only one episode that fuelled the restlessness brewing in Kriti Sanon's heart.

Eight months had gone by since the vicious incident in the fields; in another two months a new year would begin. Kriti Sanon was finding life in the village stifling. She had talked with Ram and his wife Anu whenever they would come home for holidays and they had always painted a very exciting picture of their time in New Mumbai. Anu had found work as a house-keeper and baby-sitter for a family somewhere in the city and Ram had set up a small repair shop for motorcycles. They were happy in the big city.

Kriti Sanon thought that with her education she would not find it difficult to get work somewhere in Mumbai; she didn't know what exactly she wanted to do but felt there were opportunities that she could avail. She had been discussing the idea with her mother for a few months now and while her mum had been against the thought initially, she was now coming around. Knowing that Ram and Anu were in Mumbai she felt a lot more comfortable agreeing to let Kriti Sanon go there. Of course there were questions like where Kriti Sanon would stay, how she'd find a job, what work would she do, and so on. Most of these remained unanswered, except that initially she would stay with her cousin.



More time passed as these discussions progressed, but Kriti Sanon's determination never vacillated; she was now sure she had to get out of the village, she was convinced her destiny lay out there in the city. It was now November and winter was fast approaching again. One night, sitting at home with her parents and her younger sister, Kriti Sanon told them all what only her mother knew; she was leaving for Mumbai where she would stay initially with Ram and Anu, she would then find a job, she would write them letters and try and phone them every month, she would come home for holidays, she would earn money so they could all improve their lot... She talked without a break for fear that her father would interject when she stopped rambling.

But when she did stop, there was silence she looked up to her father. His eyes were glistening and he was silent; didn't say a word. He then stood up and walked up to his daughter, towering over her as she sat cross-legged on the floor. He placed his hand on her head and told her that she would one day be a great woman, that the world was her stage and she could achieve anything she set her heart on. He blessed her, turned around and walked into the room he shared with Kriti Sanon's mother.

The next day, the whole village knew. There was some sorrow but the overwhelming emotion was to support their girl. The elders who had seen her from the day she was born all gave her their blessings; invitations for meals were insisted upon; small inexpensive but meaningful gifts were showered upon Kriti Sanon.



It was finally decided that Kriti Sanon would catch the train on the 30th of December. Not for one moment did she fear for her safety; she refused to let last winter's horrendous experience cow her into any form of emotional submission, and she had no worry about travelling alone. However, nobody else shared her bravado, least of all her mother. The departure date had been fixed based on the fact that Raja, the 19 year old son of a farmer friend of Kriti Sanon's father was also travelling to mumbai on that date.

Kriti Sanon had known Raja since he was a toddler, having seen him grow into a strapping young lad. Although she was almost nine years his senior, her unmarried status had seen to it that they had played cricket and football together, they had gone in big groups to watch movies , they had worked together in the fields and had visited each other's homes. Raja of course called her Didi, the vernacular for 'elder sister'. In fact all the youngsters in the village called her by that term.



Raja was going to Mumbai for something that nobody in the village had ever done; he was going to college, so he was something of a celebrity. In fact, he had joined a college on the campus five months ago in the summer and had come home for a short break a week ago. He was now returning a little early because he wanted some private tuition in a couple of subjects that were posing him some problems. He stayed in a hostel within his college grounds and played on their cricket team; his academic results had so far been somewhat above par but his professors thought he had potential to excel.

On December 30th a large group - almost half the village - left for  town in the morning. The train was scheduled to arrive at 1:30 in the afternoon, stop for seven minutes, and then roll off again. The group arrived in town at about noon, and the bus driver took a small detour to let them all off at the railway station itself. Both Raja and Kriti Sanon had both bought their tickets earlier so there was no need to go to the ticket counter. But there were other important logistical arrangements to take care of.

Kriti Sanon's father and the village headman went to meet their friend Damodar, the station master. Damodar of course knew what the occasion was and had been briefed earlier. He was going to talk to the T.C as soon as it rolled in and make arrangements for their children to be well looked after during the journey. When Train arrived in to station, old man Damodar flagged it in and then went to meet his colleague the TC. They had a quick cup of chai together along with the engineer during which it was decided that Kriti Sanon and Raja would get sleeping berths in a compartment that had four sleepers. Since two of these, the upper bunks, were broken they would not be allotted to other passengers, thus leaving the two village youngsters in the safety and security of a cabin that could be locked and secured.



Kriti Sanon and Raja were told to board quickly since the first hoot of the steam engine signalled an impending departure. There was little time left in the sudden rush of things to say goodbye to everyone; Kriti Sanon hugged her mother and wiped a tear from her eyes, bent low and touched her father's feet asking for his blessings, held her youngest sister tightly and promised to be back soon - in time for her wedding, the date for which hadn't yet been fixed. Luggage was loaded into their compartment, Kriti Sanon and Raja clambered up the three steps to their coach, and then hung on to the rails by the door waving goodbye to everyone. There were copious tears streaming down Kriti Sanon's cheeks as she desperately wiped her face and tried to smile. The platform receded, her village still waving out to her, their voices and cries diminishing; only her mother stood unmoving in the crowd, her lips moving in silent prayer as the train departure from railway station.

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Kriti Sanon walked into their compartment, still weeping, wondering if she was doing the right thing; wondering what lay ahead. A giant leap of faith.


The train picked up speed, the sounds of its wheels rattling along the steel rails filtering in through the barred window, coal dust flying into her face. Raja walked in some ten minutes later and asked his Didi if she was feeling okay. She nodded silently at him, trying to bring a smile on her face, saying everything was fine. They settled into the corners of the compartment, each on a bench-like berth against a window.

They were in a sleeper class coach that had four bunks in two tiers; the top two were unoccupied and the lower ones were for Kriti Sanon and Raja. They were padded benches that were relatively comfortable to sit or lie on and stretched across the breadth of the compartment. The cubicle was enclosed, with a door on one side leading to a corridor that ran the length of the coach, and two barred windows on the other side - one against the head of each berth. The compartment was about 7'x 7' in size.

Now train heading north-westwards towards Mumbai. It was likely to be near about a 14-hour journey so Kriti Sanon and her student escort were expecting to get to the capital sometime before sunrise the next morning. Her cousin was expected to meet them at the station and take Kriti Sanon home while Raja was going to head off to the university. The two of them had both been given some packed food and snacks by their respective mothers to have on the journey; Kriti Sanon also carried some home-made delicacies for her cousin Ram, and his wife Anu.

Kriti Sanon sat on the bench facing the front of the train and would therefore face the late afternoon and evening setting sun; she also got coal dust in her eyes and on her face every time she slid open the glass shutter window. The air in the compartment got a little stifling if all the windows and door were kept shut, as a result both Kriti Sanon and Raja preferred to keep at least one window open. They chatted about many things whiling away the time; Kriti Sanon was very keen to hear all about Raja's college, the subjects he studied, the professors, the hostel, the other boys from all parts of the country, the food, their activities, everything.

Kriti Sanon asked Raja if he knew what type of work she may be able to find in Mumbai but he wasn't very conversant with what opportunities existed, especially for someone with limited formal education. So they talked instead of what odd jobs he would occasionally do, like tutoring college children. They talked about friends that he had made in college, and Raja told her about the girls and how liberal they were. Kriti Sanon wanted to hear more so Raja told her about his girlfriend from his economics class; he told her about going out for movies with her, taking her to the university café, holding hands, necking behind the library, even kissing.

They had been chatting away the time, not realising that it had become dark outside. The occasional street lights in isolated villages close to the railway tracks would whiz by every now and then; sometimes the train would rush through a station where it did not have a scheduled stop;they had stopped and Raja had got earthen cups of tea for both of them from vendors on the station platform. They ate a small meal, went to the washroom, laid out a bed sheet on their berths, used their hand baggage as pillows, and lay back on the padded sleepers.

Raja kept his head on the side of his shuttered window while Kriti Sanon lay in the opposite direction, her feet against the window; this way they could face each other and carry on their conversation. Neither of them had changed their clothes so Raja just lay supine while Kriti Sanon used the extended dbang of her saree, the pallu, as a makeshift covering. They talked some more, lying on opposite bunks, and Kriti Sanon started feeling drowsy; the emotions and commotion of the day getting the better of her. They switched off the main light overhead but all compartments had a blue night-light that couldn't be switched off. Kriti Sanon dragged a section of her pallu over her face, shut her eyes and tried to get some sleep.

The steady rocking of the carriage as the train rushed through the darkness lulled Kriti Sanon into a restless sleep; her breathing was steady and deep, her tiredness overpowering the body. In a few minutes she was in deep slumber, having pushed all trepidation and worry to the back burner of her mind; she turned over on her side, facing the wall, drew her legs up slightly and continued sleeping.



Raja on the other hand was finding it extremely difficult to shut his eyes, leave alone fall asleep. For years he had thought of Kriti Sanon as much more than a surrogate sister; like many young men in the village he had long eyed her with lust in his eyes. But like for everyone else, she was beyond his wildest hopes if not his imagination. Over the years he had lusted for her but never spoke of it to anyone, but whenever he masturbated he always pictured Kriti Sanon didi. Now, lying down on his bunk, he was fantasising about her like he had done so often in the past; only this time, she was right there in front of his eyes.

He stared at her, dbangd as she was in her saree from head to ankles, only her feet exposed to the cool breeze coming through the window. He could make out through the saree the outline of her blouse and the bare neck and midriff; in fact he could even see the outline of her brassiere through the blouse. But the view that had him in complete rapture for the last few minutes was that of Kriti Sanon's backside, the swell of the hips and buttocks growing out of her narrow waist. In fact, while they were still chatting earlier in the evening, he kept trying to steal glances at her ample bosom and the deep cleavage between her breasts, either through the material of her saree or on those rare occasions when her pallu dropped.



Now, his penis was struggling to an erection inside the confines of his underwear and his trousers. He rubbed along the length of his cock as it grew along the inside of his thigh, stroking it gently, knowing that he would have to use his hands if he was going to get any relief tonight. At first he thought of going to the bathroom at one end of coach but the sight of Kriti Sanon's well clad arse was not something he could leave behind. A sudden but slight braking of the train disturbed the steady rhythmic rocking of the compartment and Kriti Sanon, still asleep, changed her posture; she now lay on her back. Raja of course devoured the sight of her mountainous breasts thrusting upwards, the saree slipping down the contours to reveal her blouse.

He stared at her boobs, wondering whether it was his imagination or for real, but he was convinced he could see the outline of Kriti Sanon's nipples through the clothing. He silently pulled the zipper of his pants down and snuck his hand through the fly, gripping his ever hardening cock. Kriti Sanon, her deep sleep having been disturbed, turned over again and faced the fall, showing Raja the shape of her covered buttocks again. Her waist remained uncovered, exciting him at the thought of her smooth silky skin.



To Raja, Kriti Sanon was the perfect figure of feminine beauty! A woman clothed in the delicate dbangs of a saree; the beautiful face, perfectly shaped; an inviting mouth with those luscious lips; exquisite rounded shoulders, those full and beautiful arms; and that undulating bosom with proudly swelling breasts filling out her modest but still desire-provoking blouse. He wanted desperately to reach out and touch her exposed skin at the waist; he kept thinking that there was nothing between his hand and the smooth skin of her legs except a thin saree and a petticoat. As he stroked his penis, he imagined the thrill of feeling the warm, palpitating body of this lovely woman in his arms. He looked at her beautiful breasts which were round, plump and firm looking, longing to take possession of those lovely, lovely breasts; to press them in his hand, to devour them and their dark hardened tips with his mouth.

Raja rose from his berth still rubbing his cock which was now hard and erect; he took a step across the compartment and stood next to Kriti Sanon's sleeping form looking at the profile of her face. He bent his knees till his cock touched her saree clad hips and rubbed against it, pushing the swollen head against the plumpness of her buttocks, constantly stroking himself. When Kriti Sanon stirred in her sleep, he quickly went back to his sleeper and lay down again, pulling his shirt down to cover his hard-on, mortally scared that she would see him. But his desperation never ebbed; his erection remained as hard as a steel rod.



Kriti Sanon woke up slowly, opened her eyes but didn't move. She was facing the wall of the cubicle and could see Raja's reflection in a small mirror that was attached to the side, about 18 inches above the bunk. She saw him lying on top of his berth, his belt unbuckled and trousers pushed down to his hips, his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. Kriti Sanon had never seen a man masturbating before.

His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as the hand strokes got faster and faster over the next three or four minutes. She was mesmerised by the images playing out before her in the mirror; hypnotised as Raja's efforts were bringing him closer to orgasm; she could hear the slapping sounds of his hand against groin and she could hear his soft gentle moans. Despite her shock and complete surprise, Kriti Sanon felt the whole scene to be bizarrely erotic and she could feel her own excitement; sense that tingling and dampness between her own thighs, her breathing getting heavier. 



Suddenly Kriti Sanon snapped out of her semi trance as Raja let out a loud groan and his body began to jerk; he was cumming. She watched as his spunk shot from his cock into the air and down onto his belly and his shirt; first from a single emission and then from a steady flow pulsating from his cock. The amount shocked her, his belly seemed covered in it and his right hand overrun; it truly was an amazing scene. As he lay still but breathing heavy, blushing Kriti Sanon decided to shut her eyes and turn slowly on to her back.

She stirred as she heard a rustling noise from Raja's berth, knowing that he was now making himself decent by pulling his trousers up and buckling his belt. She opened her eyes and saw that he was staring at her, a look of guilt and confusion mingled with the remnants of his lust. She herself was still aroused from what she had seen in the mirror. The blue night light was still on and the darkness outside the train compartment was complete as the locomotive trundled along its way. Raja continued to look at Kriti Sanon, and she at him; not a word was exchanged but she felt Raja knew that she had witnessed his masturbation, especially when she saw him glance at the mirror on the wall next to her bunk.



For almost an hour, they looked at each other, Raja now feeling bold enough to openly stare at the cleavage between Kriti Sanon's breasts which she didn't cover once the pallu had slipped off. She in turn stared at his crotch, realising that the bulge in his trousers was still amply visible. The Raja raised himself on his elbows and pushed his back against the window sill at the head of his bunk, looking at Kriti Sanon in an almost challenging fashion. Still silent, Kriti Sanon lowered her legs and sat up on her berth; then got up, crossed the gap between the two berths and sat down on the edge of Raja's sleeper. She looked at him for a moment as he lay there; she saw the lust in his eyes and the bulge in his trousers, it was almost as if he was pleading with her to give him release. He said nothing as she unbuckled his trousers and unzipped him but he sighed loudly as she started to tug them down. Lifting his hips, he allowed her to pull them right down along with his briefs.



Kriti Sanon had seen his cock in the mirror barely an hour ago but it seemed bigger close up and in her hand. She was impressed with it, actually, because it was bigger than the only other male erection she had seen before; memories of the bastard vagrant rogue rapist in her village were shelved in some inaccessible part of her brain. She simply held on to Raja's cock at first; held it loosely as she looked at it; held it gently as she sized it up, then she tightened her grip slightly as she moved her hand up and down. Raja moaned softly and closed his eyes.

As her hand movements got faster and her grip got tighter, she could sense his excitement growing; his breathing grew heavier and his facial contortions increased and his hand wandered across to rest on her thigh. She allowed it to stay there. She had no intention of letting this go any further but she enjoyed feeling his hand there, enjoyed feeling his heat and enjoyed feeling his grip get tighter as he approached his climax.

It came quicker than she had expected. She knew he was quite close because his moans were getting louder and more frequent but when he gave one loud groan and started to jerk, it did take her by surprise. So did his gushes of spunk. His cock just kept gushing and gushing until there was no more left to come. For a few minutes he just lay there until his moans subsided and then he opened his eyes to look at her. "Thank you, Didi," he told her.



Within minutes, Raja cleaned up with his handkerchief, wiping the semen off Kriti Sanon's hand and wrist, then his own belly and a few drops that had splattered his trousers. Getting up, he held her by her arms and gently laid her down on his berth, looking at her with almost absolute love in his eyes. He didn't say a word as she lay down, a little confused and somewhat embarrassed, but all the same she lay down on the bed and he sat down beside her. Her hair askew, coming loose again so he ran his fingers through her long flowing mane, framing her beautiful face.



Raja placed a hand gently on one of Kriti Sanon's ankles, lightly stroking it, taking her toes in his hand and playing with them, then leaning forward and kissing her saree covered knee which was bent and not far from his face. He then ran his fingers along her calves and upwards towards the back of her knee. Kriti Sanon gave herself to the sensations that Raja's caressing was generating as his hands glided up along the inside of her thigh. For a few feverish seconds, she struggled with the thoughts that rushed through her mind; Raja was a kid, like her little brother, what on earth was he doing, and why was she letting him carry on. But when she felt his fingers approach her pubic area and slip in between the edge of her panties, she responded by lifting her hips to allow him to go further.

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Kriti Sanon shut her eyes and surrendered completely to the erotic moment. After pushing her saree and petticoat up past her knees and letting the dress gather around her waist, Raja ran his fingers slowly around the edge of Kriti Sanon's panties, deliberately savouring the moments of actually touching her flesh. Kriti Sanon then opened her eyes and in the strange blue light of the compartment, looked at his face as he fingered her panties. They were black and lacy and see-through, they clung tightly to the outline of her moist pussy. As he reached for the waistband Kriti Sanon lifted her hips again and he took them down, very slowly.


Kriti Sanon's dark bush of pubic hair was untrimmed and thick and Raja ran his fingers through the overgrowth; her vaginal lips however were completely devoid of hair and her pubic mound was swollen and quite prominent. He caught her gaze, she looked embarrassed, perhaps because he was staring at her. Looking away, he reached into his carry bag and took out his electric shaver, opened the top and removed the blades, then screwed it back and switched it on. Kriti Sanon breathed with a mixture of trepidation and anticipation as his hand brought the vibrating gadget down to her knees. He then began gently sliding it between her knees as she relaxed and shut her eyes again.



Raja used his electric razor like a vibrator, starting at the knees, tender soft touches to begin with; moving slowly upwards as Kriti Sanon's legs parted involuntarily; gentle explorations of the flesh until the thighs opened, so that by the time he reached the mound it was completely wet and sodden, highly sensitive, and desperate for attention. Kriti Sanon, with what little logical awareness still remained, thought this was the most sensual experience of her life, way beyond anything that she had done to pleasure herself.

He stroked her behind the knees, vibrations on the soft inner flesh to relax her, slowly creeping higher; Kriti Sanon subconsciously parted her legs still wider, her breathing grew heavier and she mouthed silent moans as he reached her crotch; slowly and tantalisingly he touched her before moving away again, each time bringing it back for a longer time, until her moans became more vocal. "Open wider," Raja whispered.



Kriti Sanon did as he told, desperate for the touch of it against her pussy; she wanted it to stay there; wanted it to enter; wanted its penetration, but he just kept teasing her. He kept pulling it away. She grew so impatient that she reached down and tried to guide it into her but he gently pulled away. She moaned softly; then again as he held it against her opening. She felt her juices running, soaking her cunt so that the makeshift vibrator that penetrated her could be welcomed deep inside. She moaned loudly and unashamedly; nobody and nothing had ever made her feel like this; none of her sisters or friends had ever told her that it was like this; no one had ever treated her like this.



He penetrated her fully with the rounded head of the shaver and then pulled it out to rub between her pussy lips; Kriti Sanon could feel her body building up to a climax now. It rested against her clit for a moment and then slid down to her opening again and slipped deep inside. Then it withdrew again to move back to her clitoris. Kriti Sanon had never even done this to herself before.

With each penetration she began to push herself against him and Raja responded by thrusting the vibrator in and out. He knew that she was close to coming now; her cries were getting louder and her pleadings more vocal, pleading with him not to stop, crying out in ecstasy. Her body was beginning to shake as well; Raja could feel her wetness against his fingers; the vibrating shaver was wet with her juices and the inside of her thighs were runny with her moistness.

He looked up at her face; eyes closed, mouth open uttering cries, and cheeks twisting with contortions. He could see her nipples through her clothing too, erect and prominent. He reached with his other hand and took a nipple between his fingers and squeezed. Kriti Sanon cried out as he squeezed again.



She was starting to cum now. As Raja started to speed up the thrusts of the electric shaver inside her vagina, he leant over. His face was over her mound; he could smell her juices now; almost taste them. As he pressed his lips against the soft dark hairs of her pussy he reached out with his tongue and found her clitoris. Kriti Sanon let out a loud and almost deafening scream as her body jerked violently. Her climax was the strongest she had ever experienced; squirting juices onto Raja's tongue as he lustfully lapped it up savouring the sweet muskiness of her orgasm.



For a while she just lay there, softly moaning until her breathing subsided. Raja sat patiently watching her; watching her recover from her climax. He wondered if Kriti Sanon didi had never experienced anything like it before and for a moment wondered why she wasted herself being single and alone. When Kriti Sanon finally opened her eyes and looked up at him, she gave an embarrassed smile. They didn't say a word to each other and the noise of the train thundering along the tracks suddenly sounded deafening.



A few minutes later, he helped her off the bed and watched as she pulled her panties back up and lowered the petticoat and saree. She gathered her full and long hair, knotted it up on top of her head, straightened the folds in her saree, and got up to go to the washroom outside the cabin. When she returned, she had washed and freshened up and now sat on her berth. Knowing, with a wisdom that often belied her age that the best way for Raja and her to deal with what had happened was to treat it as just another stop on their journeys through life. They would never again talk about this night, nor would they allow it to weigh on their consciences.

With less than two hours to go of their 14-hour train journey, Kriti Sanon started talking about Mumbai and what awaited them. Raja suggested that she should get a cell phone as soon as possible and gave her his number, telling her to call as soon as she bought a phone. She wasn't sure yet what her purchase priorities would be, having carried only a limited amount of money from the village. Clearly she needed to get a job at the absolute earliest.



At 4:36 in the morning of December 31st, the Train reached to Mumbai railway station. Even before the train stopped, Kriti Sanon saw her cousin Ram on the platform and breathed a sigh of relief. Things were starting well in Mumbai.

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#Samantha

Something about Roy made Samantha uneasy, especially when he looked at her with his deep, dark eyes, as if trying to peer into her soul. His attempted eye contact seemed brazen, but he did it when Sid wasn't looking. Hopefully, this huge black man who towered over her husband wouldn't make an immediate decision. She needed to discuss this matter further with Sid. They could tell Roy that someone else rented the room.


Roy had experience with young, well-educated women like Samantha. He realized how uncomfortable he made her feel. A modest diamond engagement ring and wedding band sparkled together on her finger, catching his gaze.

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He knew her type. A privileged girl raised in an upper-middle class family sheltering her from any interaction with men like himself. She likely professed racial equality but had never practiced it in her own bed.

Roy saw the room rent ad . this was far more house than they needed. He surmised that it was likely a greedy gamble they had made during the housing bubble, now leaving them in financial trouble.

Roy was cruel drug dealer and a seasoned sexual predator that had never missed a chance at scoring a vulnerable pussy.He enter the country illegally. Roy understood the fleeting nature of this opportunity, and he wasn't going to let it slip away. He inside his jacket and pulled out a thick stack of cash. "I'll take the room. How much security deposit do you want?"

They couldn't rent the room to this man. It wasn't his skin color that alarmed Samantha. Something else about him made her hackles rise, and she wasn't sure why. Men stared at her often — she was used to it — but not like him. Standing with her arm entwined with her husband's, Samantha tightly squeezed Sid's hand as a silent signal not to accept Roy's offer.



All the money Roy displayed mesmerized Sid who misinterpreted Samantha's signal as an affirmation. "Uh, 50000 for a security deposit ought to be enough."

A grin appeared on Roy's face as he carefully pared away enough cash to cover the deposit plus an entire year's worth of rent. This naïve kid hadn't even asked for his full name yet — although Roy was prepared with fake identification — and apparently wasn't going to do a background check either. He handed the stack of bills to Sid.

Sid's face lit up like he just found a long-lost friend. Like Samantha, his teens weren't far in his rearview mirror. He had anticipated perhaps getting a security deposit and first month's rent — not a full year's worth of payments in a lump sum like this. They needed this money badly with bills past due and foreclosure looming. The cash now in Sid's hand gave him a rush of euphoria, like winning a sweepstakes.

Samantha forced a smile Roy recognized as insincere.



Roy nodded at the money in Sid's grasp. "I need a receipt saying I paid the entire year room and board plus security deposit. We can write-up a formal lease later."

"Of course," Sid replied with a quick and enthusiastic shake of Roy's hand to finalize their deal. "I'll be right back." Sid went to fetch a pen and paper to write the receipt, leaving Samantha alone in the living room with Roy.

While Sid was gone, Roy sneaked another look at Samantha's tight ass and firm, young tits, peeling away her clothing with his eyes, as if she was luscious fruit to devour. He imagined how she looked beneath that modest dress she wore.




Samantha certainly was an attractive package. She stood about medium height with a petite build and perfect measurements that included a tight, flat stomach, nicely curved buttocks. She was exceptionally beautiful.

The 26-year-old college post-graduate and housewife took care of her figure through strict diet and daily exercise. Her model-like figure, combined with smooth, white skin, sparkling  eyes, and silky, blond hair extending slightly past her shoulders, received gazes from many, who saw in her that unattainable girl of their dreams. Samantha's heart belonged to her husband, Sid. He was the lucky man fortunate enough to have her.



But that didn't stop Roy from undressing her with his dark eyes. Nor did it change his vile intentions. His cock twitched as he thought about fucking this cute girl.

Roy told them he was in college, but he was not dressed like your typical college student and wore an expensive sports jacket, silk slacks and Polo dress shirt that were all tailor fit and showed off a tall, muscular physique. Samantha noticed impressive diamond rings on each of his hands. He looked more like an NFL linebacker than a college student to her.

"So, what are you studying?" Samantha nervously asked, attempting to break an awkward silence. Roy also seemed a little old to still be in college as he had claimed. She guessed he was approaching 30-years-old, although it was sometimes difficult to tell with black men.

Earlier, Roy had told them he was in college, but he hadn't set foot on a college campus in years, not since his younger days hustling drugs on the street. In his line of business, he moved up in rank without needing a formal education.



His quick reply with no elaboration seemed suspicious to Samantha, but Sid suddenly returned smiling, a neatly written receipt and an extra key to their house in hand. "Here you go, roommate."

Sid's smile was contagious, and Roy seemed to catch it as he took his key and receipt from him. "Okay, great. I'll be back later with my stuff and we can sign a lease."

Samantha felt relief as she watched Roy leave. He had made her anxious, like she was standing on the roof of a skyscbangr, looking over the edge without anything stopping her from falling.

"Look at all this money!" Sid gleefully whispered holding up immediately after the door had closed and Roy departed.

Samantha felt uneasy about having that strange black man move in with them. "I don't know about this guy. Who carries around that much cash? Maybe we should check him out first, honey."



Samantha stood waiting for a reply. Sid's back was towards her as he counted the money on their kitchen table for a second time. He wasn't listening to her and didn't hear what she had said.

Perhaps she was being overly cautious. She hadn't seen Sid this happy in a long time, since the rough economy had taken away their jobs and his pride, it seemed. The warehouse position he had found didn't replace his previous salary or pay all their bills, but this was enough cash to bring them current on their property taxes and avoid foreclosure.

Roy returned later that evening and quietly unpacked in his new bedroom while Samantha and Sid went to bed. He couldn't believe his luck finding such an unwary couple, and a young, beautiful girl to pursue. When Roy finished settling in, he turned off the light.

He sat quietly on the edge of his bed, imagining what Samantha looked like beneath that dress she had been wearing. Was her pussy completely shaved or did she have a small, neatly groomed bush? Roy was determined to find out. Access to a victim was the biggest hurdle, and Samantha's naïve husband had unwittingly helped him overcome it.



After a few moments, Roy's eyes adjusted to the darkness. Perhaps he could sneak a peek at her sexy little body while she and her husband slept. He silently made his way down the hall to Samantha's and Sid's bedroom door, which they carelessly left ajar.

But they weren't asleep. The sound of lovemaking — the rhythmic squeak of bedsprings, the grunts and groans of two people lost in passion — grew louder as Roy approached. He stood at the threshold to their room and peered through the sliver of an opening at two shadowy figures moving in concert in the moonlight. Roy's brown skin provided a perfect camouflage in the dimness of night.



Roy watched, and his penis hardened as he observed Samantha's terpsichorean figure in motion. His gigantic cock pushed against inadequate room in his gym shorts and sought release from its confinement. He wanted her badly.

His turn with her would come soon, he assured himself. He was going to have her one way or another and steal her from her husband.

"Oh, I'm going to cum," Roy heard Sid exclaim.

"Oh, I love you," Samantha moaned as she wrapped her arms around her husband in a tight embrace and his body grew tense from his orgasm.

Roy imagined Samantha wrapping her arms around him instead of Sid, crying to him that she was cumming, her wet pussy throbbing on his cock. He quietly returned to his room undetected.

Sid withdrew his modest condom covered penis from Samantha's tight vagina and turned on the light on the nightstand beside their bed.

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The thin latex membrane, slick with Samantha's juices, contained a hint of Sid's ejaculate in its tip. Samantha watched him slide the protective barrier off. They had agreed to wait until after their financial situation improved before trying to start a family. Samantha had only recently been a bride and now she was Sid's faithful wife. She loved him as much as anyone could possibly love another person and nothing would ever change that.

Early dawn chased away much of the darkness, and only a shadow of night remained. Sid had left for work at his usual early hour and Samantha had visited the gym for her daily workout when Roy woke to a dim, empty house.



Over the weeks, Roy had learned their schedules, snooped around when they were out, discovered all sorts of useful facts about their lives. Knowledge was power. He knew Sid wouldn't return from work until evening, and Samantha arrived home mid-morning.

Roy plopped down on the living room couch and there it sat, on the coffee table right in front of him, like the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle, the unguarded key to a once impenetrable fortress. Samantha had forgotten her cell phone this morning. He had watched her unlock it multiple times. It was a simple, four-number combination. On his third attempt, her phone opened. Roy quickly made a backup of it on his laptop. With special software found on the dark web, he now had access to all her information. In her contacts was a cornucopia of important people — family members and friends, their addresses and phone numbers, everything he needed...

When Samantha returned from her workout, Roy sat shirtless on the living room sofa in a pair of loose gym shorts. She couldn't help noticing how big he was — the solid muscles bulging beneath smooth, dark skin covering his arms, chest and stomach — before seeing her phone on the coffee table where she had left it. She grabbed her phone, wanting to tell him to put on a shirt, but deciding against being confrontational.



He was gawking at her again. He was doing it more frequently and more blatantly, especially when Sid wasn't around. It seemed like the only things he studied were her ass and tits and she didn't like it. Her voice revealed annoyance. "When do you attend classes?"

Roy began obnoxiously rubbing his crotch right in front of her while his eyes raked her body! "I take classes online. Where you work besides out at the gym every morning, baby?"

The way he was inappropriately touching himself embarrassed and repulsed her and hinted at the enormous size of his penis as he played with it through his shorts. He was practically masturbating in front of her. She tried ignoring his indecent behavior. "Don't call me 'baby'. I'm currently between jobs. I haven't seen you even open a book yet since you've been with us. You're not a college student. I don't know who you think you're fooling, but it's not me."



Samantha turned away from his lustful stare. She needed to shower after her strenuous workout at the gym and get ready for a job interview this afternoon. She had a good feeling about this company and her prospects for employment with it. She headed toward her bedroom.

As she walked away from him, Roy studied how the tight, black leggings she wore limned every delicious curve on her young, firm body, portraying a shapely ass and generous thigh gap. His balls ached from unrelieved hard-ons she had been giving to him since he moved in. She wasn't very friendly, but perhaps once he made her cum on his big black cock, that would change.

Roy waited a few minutes and then followed Samantha. When he reached her bedroom, he heard the shower flowing in the master bathroom. He carefully turned the doorknob and entered her room. He tried her bathroom door next, but it was locked.



She appeared in excellent shape and would fight him. But he had made his decision. After the initial struggle, he would subdue Samantha.

While he waited for the bathroom door to open, a crowd of framed photographs — Samantha and Sid in better times, their family and friends — neatly stood on her dresser. He recognized some of the contacts he had found and copied from her phone. The still images of well-dressed  folks — who until now had insulated her from men like himself — watched in mute sympathy over what he prepared to do. Samantha obviously cared deeply for these people, which would prove instrumental.

The shower stopped. Roy's cock had grown hard inside his shorts during the wait. His balls, filled with sperm, ached with anticipation. After enduring weeks of torture from Samantha, patiently planning while fantasizing about her, he was on the verge of finally satisfying his predatory urge.

Samantha opened the bathroom door wearing pink panties made of silk with a matching bra. Her briefs were a sexy bikini cut. The rest of her clothes she had planned to put on waited neatly folded in her dresser. Suddenly greeted by Roy, she tried to slam the door shut to keep him away. Her initial feeling about him had been a correct one, but she had disregarded it to please Sid. 



In an ironic twist of fate, Samantha's attempt to appease her husband jeopardized their marriage far worse than their previous financial troubles.

Roy's hand blocked the door from closing completely. He overcame Samantha's efforts and her feet, unable to hold ground, slid across the slick tile floor.

Roy charged into her bathroom as Samantha screamed. "What are you doing? Are you crazy? Get out of my room and keep away from me!"

He punched Samantha in her gut. She was unprepared for the blow and his fist drove into her belly like a cannon ball, the crushing impact evacuating the wind from her lungs.



"You gonna like getting fucked by your new black boyfriend, baby, and you gonna learn to love black cock."

She doubled over incapacitated gasping for air, while he dragged her by her hair from the bathroom.

Before Samantha regained her breath, Roy had thrown her into bed and tore her panties and bra off, leaving her lying on her back completely exposed.

Samantha wheezed and coughed. "No, please, don't do this."



"What's the matter? Don't you wanna fuck a nigger?"

Roy's eyes feasted on Samantha's naked body and its gentle feminine curves. With brute strength he forced her smooth, long legs apart on reconnaissance of the treasure he planned to plunder. Some women seemed to always keep their pubic areas immaculately groomed, as if they wanted to be ready for someone to see them in a bikini, thong or perhaps completely nude. Samantha was apparently one of these women. Her naked body was as gorgeous as he had imagined.

Samantha's smooth genitals lacked hair or even stubble, due to either expensive laser or wax treatments. What he had here was a pampered hot girl, which explained some of their money problems. Her flat tummy was adorned by a delightful belly-button and defined abdominal muscles. Pink areolae, perfect circles a little larger than quarters, crowned her perky, round  tits.



Samantha's silky, fair skin contrasted with Roy as he touched her. Her body seemed to lack imperfection like her beautiful face.

Roy wondered how Sid could foolishly leave such a gem unguarded with a thug like himself. Reaching down between Samantha's splayed legs, Roy gently parted her labia, a lovely shade of pink revealed.

Samantha felt Roy begin manipulating her privates like she belonged to him. "Oh, god — no. Don't!" She grabbed his wrist to stop him.

Roy yanked his wrist from her grasp, reached up and cruelly twisted her delicate, pink nipples, causing jolts of pain that would later become bruises on her perfectly formed flesh.



Samantha's hands immediately went to protect her breasts and stop the pain.

From past work in human trafficking, preparing inexperienced and reluctant young females for the sex industry, he knew how to make Samantha cooperate. He needed to roughen her up more to make her submissive. He raised his fist and plunged it into her solar plexus, like a torpedo striking a ship, sinking her into the sea.

"You need to calm down, baby, and let me love you." He pulled her hands away from her excruciating stomach and delivered another punch just below her bellybutton.

She grabbed her stomach again and retched. Whatever he was saying no longer mattered. Air— she needed precious air, like a diver trapped beneath the water, unable to reach the surface. And she needed the agonizing explosions in her gut to stop.



He blocked her from curling into a ball of pain. "No, baby, stay on your back for me. We not done yet. Now do what I say and quit resisting, so I don't have to punish you more." He pushed against her chest, keeping her held in a supine position. "That's a good girl. Stay like this and don't try to move or stop me and I won't hurt you." He again shoved her legs open, resumed spreading her pussy, locating her clitoris among her pink folds. He licked his thumb and began gently rubbing its soft hood. "That's better— just let me touch you."

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"Okay," she rasped in defeat, clutching her aching stomach as Roy played with her clitoris. "I'm sorry...No more."




"You beautiful, baby, and I wanna make your pussy feel good. Don't try to stop me."

Samantha's pleas began returning between her gasps for air as Roy calmly sat between her open legs fondling her — harrying her clitoris to arousal as she recovered. "Please stop... I promise...I won't tell anyone...if you stop. Don't do this to me."

But this horrible animal wasn't stopping.

Roy noticed how Samantha's clit was slowly engorging from his fillips, its timid head emerging from beneath its protective hood as he played with it. "I got your special spot and it's starting feel good, huh baby?"

"No, it doesn't feel good... Stop touching me... Why are you doing this?" Samantha sobbed as Roy caused involuntary responses in her body, her pink flesh glistening with natural secretions that encouraged him further and invited him to drink her nectar.

"I'm doing this because I love you, baby."



Roy proceeded to spread her vaginal lips wide apart with his black fingers, her intimate pink anatomy held completely open and accessible, and he began orally assaulting her.

"Oh, god... stop it! Please...no... don't." She sat up on her elbows and from over her flat, battered tummy helplessly watched with a contorted face. She tried unsuccessfully to push Roy's head away, her fingers clutching his kinky hair. He was now sucking on her clitoris, keeping it fully engorged, increasing its sensitivity, and twirling his tongue over it.



Roy ached for Samantha, and while performing cunnilingus on her he slid off his gym shorts. Once free his monstrous organ sprang from confinement.

Samantha's eyes widened when she saw his enormity. Roy's cock looked more like a truck's radiator hose than a man's penis, with large veins distended beneath its dark brown skin. There was no way he could possibly fit inside any woman. "No... keep away from me. I won't tell anyone about this, but you need to stop now. I mean it."

She was hysterically babbling as Roy's fingers reopened her labia, stretching them wide apart, and he aimed his gigantic cock at her moist entrance.

Samantha reached down to block him. But recalling how Roy punished her earlier, her fingers merely grazed his hand and stopped short of their intended goal.

The large head of his penis pushed at Samantha's wet opening and she became frantic. She didn't know what to say or do to stop him, her fingers uselessly resting on his hand as he held her vagina agape. Was this really happening to her? This monster was fondling her pussy, trying to put himself inside her. She felt like a paralyzed spectator watching this being done to someone else. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice to you before, Roy. I'll do anything you want. Please don't. Oh... no... you're too big..."

"You gonna do what I want anyway, baby, and we about to become very nice to each other. We gonna share something special."



The pressure from his attempted invasion built. She couldn't watch his huge cock and what he was trying to do to her anymore. Samantha fell back, clenching the sheets in her fists. "Oh, god! No... Please. You're hurting me. Don't..."

Her husband's pecker must have been incredibly small, but Roy slowly applied more force to overcome her pussy's resistance. Her moist pussy  finally surrendered, engulfing the head of his penis. "Oh, yeah, baby. That's it. You taking me. Oh, god, you feel so good."

"Ow..oh god... no," Samantha cried, another man entering her for the first time, her pussy stretching for him and subversively providing lubrication for its own assault, and her fidelity to Sid eradicated by this horrible fiend, all in little more than an instant.



Roy gradually advanced more of his cock into her. "Is this your first time with a negro, baby? You got a black cock in your pussy now. How it feel?"

"Oh god, stop it! Please, you're hurting me. Don't..."

"I'm sorry, baby, but you gonna get used to me. Try and relax some and it'll be easier for you."

Samantha couldn't relax. She felt him advance slightly deeper with each thrust. "No...I'm married to Sid. We let you live here with us. Why are you doing this to me?"

Roy placed his index finger to her lips. "Shush, be quiet and stop crying. I told you before why I'm doing this — because I love you, baby, and I gotta have you. You constantly making me hard and I can't take it no more. You may be married but I'm inside you. You gonna be mine now."



"No," Samantha whimpered. She would never be his. But her pussy acted contrarily and as nature insisted, welcoming his hardness and coating more of Roy's cock with a moist, affectionate-like sheen, traitorously helping him to penetrate deeper.

How could this be happening to her? Why did Sid allow a stranger into their home? Why was she so wet for this disgusting man and why couldn't she control her own body? These and similar thoughts circulated in her mind, her face displaying both her physical and psychological anguish as furrows in her normally smooth skin.



Samantha's pussy contained more cock in it than ever before. Roy's penis was triple the girth of Sid's and visited Samantha's unchartered depths. With most of his length inside her, Roy mercifully refrained from going further. There was no need rushing things their first time together and causing her excessive discomfort. But Roy was certain she would grow accustomed to his size and eventually want his entire dick. Samantha didn't realize it yet, but this was only the beginning of a long, intimate relationship.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," Samantha moaned in concert with squeaks from the bed.



Roy attempted to look directly into her eyes while fucking her, but Samantha kept averting his stare and moving her head away from him. "No!" she snarled.

A wild spark appeared in Roy's eyes as he irately grabbed Samantha's chin, pinching it in his vise-like grip. He turned her head to face him. "Look at me when I'm fucking you!"

From beneath pools of tears, Samantha's eyes met his as he claimed her. She felt his immense cock making its long journey in and out of her defeated pussy, now his conquered territory.

"Ow, please stop it!"

"I want you to cum first, baby, and show me how much you love your new nigger boyfriend. Then maybe I'll stop."



Occupying conquered territory wasn't enough for him. He wanted her complete surrender. She replied with silence, determined not to give him the satisfaction of her orgasm and total victory. He had already destroyed the precious fidelity of her marriage to Sid; there was no way she would ever cum for this filthy pig.

"Oh, you gonna cum for me whether you want to or not," Roy warned, quickening his pace as if reading her thoughts and determined to defy them.

"No," Samantha hissed through clenched teeth. But the physical discomfort of having Roy deep inside her had already dissipated, her vagina accepting his large penis and bathing it with juices.



Roy shifted position and felt her pussy begin contracting around his dick in response. Big black cock was too difficult for most white girls to resist. Despite her resolve and hatred for Roy, Samantha didn't last too long either before having an orgasm. "That's it, baby, cum for me like a good, little white girl. Keep cumming on that big nigger dick. You really wet, and I can feel you starting to like me. Don't try and deny it."

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Samantha grimaced, and her hands pushed against his muscular chest. How could he say such horrible things and how could he make her body do that? But his thick shaft kept stretching her vaginal pussy and giving her rich sensations that she didn't want from him but couldn't stop receiving. "Oh... oh... don't... oh — no!




"Samantha's voice grew louder as her unwanted arousal increased. "No, no, no— stop doing this to me! I don't want to cum for you. You're disgusting and I hate you. Oh, god. Oh, ooh, ooh, don't..."

He felt Samantha's vaginal muscles spasm from a second, stronger orgasm.

Roy continued fucking her and occasionally her pelvis replied with slight coital movements of its own, her body revealing an increasing desire to engage in the sex act. It was an autonomous response she tried to prevent. Not quite the enthusiastic reaction from her that he sought, but for now, at least, she had tired of resisting. He mercifully withstood the urge to bury his remaining length inside her...

Samantha had wanted this heinous act to end, but it seemed to go on indefinitely. She finally noticed him accelerating and panicked, realizing the full extent of what was approaching. He was inside her and he was going cum soon. "Please, you've got to pull out now," she begged. "Don't cum in me!"



Samantha was a haughty, Roy enjoyed every step of taking her: initially molesting her and causing her body to respond in a way that was incredibly embarrassing for her; introducing her pussy to his huge cock; making her orgasm from it and causing her additional shame. He looked forward to completing his despicable act by ejaculating inside her.

"I love you, baby, and I made you cum. Don't you want to love me back and let me cum in your pussy? We supposed to be nice to each other when we making love and cum together."

He must have been delusional because they were NOT making love; he was banging her! Her eyes became saucers of fear. "No, you can't do that. Please, don't cum in me."




She couldn't let him do it. Samantha's dainty hands renewed their efforts and pushed harder against Roy's burly, black chest. Arching her back and repositioning her pelvis, she tried squeezing her vaginal muscles to dislodge him. Her efforts — which would have worked against someone of normal size — were no match for Roy's gigantic penis imbedded too far in her pussy to oust.

Roy's penis securely occupied Samantha's vagina after her failed attempt to expel it, but he felt what she had tried to do. With a quick jab, he penetrated a little further for her insubordination. "We not done yet, baby. You want more of me? You know I got a big, black dick for you to enjoy and I been holding back so you can adjust to it. I was going to go slow, but you try something like that again and you getting all of me whether you ready or not."

It was less than an inch, but to Samantha it felt like a mile more of Roy was now going inside her.



Her hands tightly gripped his hips. "Ow, oh, oh, no more! Oh god! Okay, I'm sorry... I won't do it again," she yipped from the jolt of pressure and discomfort, more of him going into her, further stretching her vaginal muscles.

"You ready for all of me, baby?"

"Ooh... ooh... no...ah...oh.. ooh, ooh.."

To Samantha's chagrin, the shock from his additional length made her orgasm again. Meanwhile, his dark eyes rolled in their sockets toward the ceiling with long awaited relief, his penis releasing a torrent of cum. "Oh, yeah, baby, take me. I'm cumming in your pussy and we cumming together. Your pussy be milking my cock. Oh, god, you feel so incredible."



Roy tightly embraced Samantha as they both orgasmed and he injected his seed deep inside her. "I love you, baby."

She felt Roy's slimy ejaculate fill her and begin oozing from her vagina down the crack of her ass. She cried beneath him, her hands uselessly grabbing at his shoulders but unable to remove him. "Oh, no, no, no. Why are you doing this? You're cumming in me. Stop it."

"We both cumming simultaneously, baby, like we suppose to. I feel your tight pussy throbbing on my cock. You not ready for me to pull out yet. I gotta let you enjoy my cock a little longer until you done. How many times this be for you anyway, three or four?" Roy asked, musing to himself how Samantha, once a privileged fair girl, well-kept by a young, successful husband, was now reduced to renting out a room in her home to a black man and getting fucked by him, because her inept husband couldn't manage money.



The deed was completed. Samantha lay beneath Roy's heavy frame, like fading echoes of thunder, her pussy clenching his deflating cock from the orgasms he had forced her to have. She hated Roy, yet she had been unable to prevent herself from cumming for him. "Okay, get off me now," she uttered, pushing her hands against his muscular chest.

He removed his flaccid cock from Samantha as she remained in the bed motionlessly staring at the ceiling, her pussy gaping from his departure and her legs left indecently spread apart momentarily before rediscovering modesty and closing. She glanced at Roy's penis as he stood beside her. Even soft, it appeared enormous and she didn't believe that the horrific thing had been inside her.

"You ever give your husband head?" Roy asked.

Samantha looked at Roy with bewilderment as this muscular black man who had just defiled her firmly grabbed her shoulders and guided her off the bed and into a kneeling position beside it. She fully understood what he wanted when he shoved his penis in her face. His cock was coated with both of their secretions, and it was disgusting.

Her teeth remained clenched.

"I don't want to hurt you more. Open your goddamn mouth and suck on me nicely, like you want me."

She shook her head from his grasp. "I'll bite it off," she snarled.

Privileged  girls like Samantha could be stubborn and sometimes needed additional encouragement. With a clap like an ancient branch snapping off a mighty tree, his open palm crashed against her cheek, leaving Samantha with bright stars floating in her eyes and the coppery taste of blood trickling from somewhere inside her mouth.

Samantha sat on the floor stunned.



"Don't think about biting me, or you won't have any teeth left and I'll have to mess up your beautiful face."

She didn't think she could tolerate Roy's cock in her mouth without vomiting.

Roy tightly pulled her hair. "Now suck on it nice, baby, and learn to like it."

Her lips obediently went around the foul thing.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good girl. That's both of us on my cock, baby—you and me and our love for each other. See how good we taste together? Clean our cum off my cock and relish the flavor we made. I gonna teach you how to do this right."



She thought about biting down on his penis anyway, but he suddenly jerked her hair hard.

"Nicer, like you enjoy it. Remember, act like you my girlfriend and like you love me. You bite me, and I'll kill you and then I'll slice up your husband when he gets home tonight."

Regardless of what he thought, she would NEVER like anything about him or be his girlfriend. She hated him, but he terrified her. She heeded his warning and to her surprise, even though the thought of sucking on his cock had been revolting, the actual taste wasn't awful. The longer she performed the act, the more tolerable it became. As she followed his directions, he relaxed his grip on her hair and his treatment improved.



He unexpectedly slapped her cheek again, but gently this time. "Do I need to get rough with you some more? Touch my cock nicely while you sucking on it."

Fearful of what he might do if she didn't follow his instructions, she reached up to his scrotum with her other hand and began delicately rolling his warm, heavy testicles between her fingers while drawing on his shaft. Roy's balls were egg-shaped like Sid's, but absurdly bigger like every other part of Roy.

To Samantha's dismay, his penis was becoming larger from her forced caresses. How could he become hard again so soon? Once Sid came, he was done for the evening.

Fully erect, it seemed like little more than the head of Roy's cock fit in her mouth.



"That's it. Yeah, that feel good. Put your fist around the shaft and stroke it some while you suck on it... like this." He took her hands and guided her. "Softly and slowly. Oh, yes. Right there. That part is real sensitive. Ah, I like you touching it there, just like that, baby. I gotta hold back, though. I don't wanna cum too soon for you."

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Cum too soon for her? Did he really think she enjoyed doing this to him? She hated him.


"Oh yeah, you gonna stay my girlfriend. Keep sucking on me, baby... easy... that better. We in no rush. You gotta learn to take your time and savor it. Sid won't be home for a while, and I got enough cum in my balls to make you spit out black babies until your ovaries dry up."

Again, he yanked her hair. "I got a lot to teach you. Twirl your tongue over the head some. Show more affection. Remember how nice I did it to you? Act like you love me. Yeah, that's better. Now run your lips up and down the shaft. Ah, yeah, baby, keep doing that. Okay, now stroke it some more."

She felt his grip in her hair tightening. "Look at me," he scolded her, pulling her hair and turning her face upward and toward him. He struck her cheek softly. "Touch it lovingly while doing that. You see how hard you made me again? This how a real man's body shows love for a woman. You need to reciprocate my love for you by pleasuring my cock and giving it affection. Don't forget, you want to do this to me. Now try again."

Roy continued giving her cruel tutorials. She had no choice but to comply with his demented demands and pretend to worship his big black cock. She reluctantly learned how to perform oral sex on him, how he liked to be touched, and how to act like she enjoyed doing it. "That's it. Keep showing me how much you love me and how you want to do this to me," he repeated to her. "You can see how much I love you by how hard you making me."



Her wedding band sparkled on her finger as she gently tugged on his dark appendage and pretended to love him. His cock twitched, startling her slightly. She held his massive shaft in both hands with plenty of its length to spare. Her lips moved up and down his thick rod; her tongue licked it. How could his cock possibly be so big? she wondered.

Roy felt another batch readying. "Oh, I'm gonna cum soon, baby. Swallow all of me — every last drop. Make me think you like it and love me."

"No," she growled, trying to free herself from his grip. There was no way she was going to swallow his cum and pretend to like it. But he pulled her hair hard, forced the head of his cock back into her mouth and held her firmly. With her face buried in his groin, his thick, long penis far down her throat, her open hands reached up while shoving against his hard stomach.



"Don't even try to get away, baby. You don't want me to hurt you and kill Sid when he gets home tonight. It's not worth fighting. Swallow me and everything will be okay."

Samantha didn't want to swallow Roy's nasty, white cream, but he had threatened her, and he grasped her hair tightly, preventing her from pulling away.

After the first couple of mouthfuls, her shoves started to lose determination. His cum was working on her. He could tell it was becoming less distasteful to her by the way she finally stopped resisting and started gulping it down.

"That's it, keep swallowing and protect your family. Drink all of me, baby. The more of it you swallow, the better things will be. My cum is special and you starting to like it. You see how good I'm starting to taste and how much you starting to love me? It's getting difficult for you to resist it."



Samantha replied with a moan. Her open palms slowly slid down his firm, muscular stomach, appreciating the ripples in his strong abdomen while she drank from him, until her fingers wrapped themselves around the shaft of his massive penis, as if everything he was saying to her was suddenly and unexplainably true. His cock became like a fountain of masculinity delivering a perverted nourishment to her. The more she pleasured him the more of it she received.

He relaxed his hold, Samantha gently milking his cock and quaffing from it, not noticing that he had let go of her hair. She remained engrossed with his cock as he spoke, obediently running her lips up and down its shaft, licking up the white cream still spewing from its head as if it was a special treat.

"That's a good girl. Keep feeding from me, baby," he repeated while tenderly stroking her hair. "Everything's going to be okay now that you've sampled me."

When his cum eventually stopped flowing, she pulled her mouth away. A thread of jism momentarily spanned from his softening phallus to her lips, like a web from a venomous spider, one of many strands trapping its paralyzed prey.

She had finished drinking his poison.



Samantha appeared dazed. Roy gently took her elbow and guided her to sit on the edge of her bed. She didn't think it was possible for a man to produce that much semen. He had profusely ejaculated in her pussy only a short while ago and effortlessly repeated it a second time in her mouth, and she had swallowed all of him.

Samantha stared up at him from where she sat, sparks of hatred forming in her eyes, his strong taste lingering on her taste buds, his perverted essence filling her stomach and womb. A heavy silence permeated the room until a pair of mating birds nonchalantly announced Spring outside her bedroom window, as if everything in the world was as it should be. Nature was ironic and cruel and didn't care about the laws that governed civilized men and women that Roy has broken.

Like a brilliant vein of gold, the afternoon sun leaked through a crack between the bedroom curtains that had been drawn since morning, hiding her sexual assault from the outside world. Roy took a seat beside her on the edge of the bed and put his arm around her shoulder, their naked bodies touching once more. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to be cruel to you, baby."

Samantha violently shrugged his muscular arm off her shoulder and scooted away. "Don't touch me ever again and don't call me baby."



Roy stood up. He realized she was upset, but she would eventually get over it. "Listen, baby, before you go tell your husband or anyone else about this, you should know that I'm not who you or your husband think I am. I gave Sid a fake name and I.D. when I moved here. My real last name is Johnson. I'm Roy Johnson. If you don't know who I am, you can look me up on Google."

She vaguely remembered that name from somewhere, but she was too distressed to think about it now. "Get out of our house and don't ever come back," she spat.

He chuckled at her. "I have a receipt for a year's lease paid in full and signed by your husband. I'm not going anywhere, baby. I'm staying right here with you."

"Sid will notice the marks you left on me you stupid pig. He's going to have you put in jail."

Roy's eyes lit up with rage. "That wouldn't be smart. If you want Sid to live, you better hope he never finds out who I am or what we done today. And don't ever threaten me, or the beating I just gave you will seem like gentle petting."

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#Sonakshi Sinha

A few month ago, I was staying in a flat rented out by my company in a multistory building. The flat opposite to mine on the same floor was lying vacant for about a month. On a Sunday afternoon, I found a truck arrive and household items and furniture being shifted to this vacant flat. I found a man and his wife move in. I came out and greeted them. The man had a little overweight, about 44 years old. The wife seemed to be around 32 years old. She was tall, fair with big boobs and heavy buttocks. 




I went inside their flat and tried to help them as a good neighbor. Initially, the man gave little response for obvious reason I could guess. I felt he was watching me more often than not. I purposely avoided looking at his wife. It did not take much time for him to get convinced I was not a trouble-monger but a thorough gentleman with decent manners.

Both of us established good friendship and decent neighborly relationship sooner than I expected. He was a businessman dealt in readymade garments. Frequently, he needed to travel all over India for procuring orders, supplying garments and collecting payments. His trips anytime lasted about a week. He needed to leave his wife alone behind during such journeys. He had lost his parents.  They had earlier lived in an area, which was a little unsafe for a lady to live alone sometimes. So, they purchased this flat, on ownership basis, which was in the safest area in the city. Now, they have nothing to fear or worry about their safety and security.

He was to go on his business tour again after three weeks. In fact, he was to go earlier but had decided to postpone the trip helping them settle down in the new place nicely. I worked hard for the man to instill and reinforce full faith, trust and confidence in me.

Honestly, I was sure I succeeded in my attempt. I went to my office in the morning and came back around 7.30 PM only. However, I never bothered to pest them with uninvited intrusions to their house. Whenever we met, I greeted them politely and enquired about their welfare. I reminded them not to hesitate to let me know if I could be of any help or assistance to them any time. In fact, the man often came to my house in the evenings and chatted with me for long hours. I may be right or wrong, but I had an idea he was finding me as a very good neighbour and friend fit to keep faith on so much so that I would be a good caretaker and helper to his wife in case of need during his tours. Later, I came to know he had made enquiry's about me from the elderly Bengali families who lived in both the flats on the floor below ours and they gave a clean chit about my character. In a nutshell, he was fully convinced I was a thorough gentleman and not a scoundrel or opportunist at all. This followed his invitations to me to his house often to join for tea or dinner. During these occasions, I carefully avoided looking at his wife and talking to her much. In fact, I had not yet got a clear view of her body nor did I try to get a close look. Whenever I met her in her house in presence of her husband, she remained with her upper body and head always covered with the pallu of her saree.



However, I knew I have not studied psychology and behavioral science for nothing. One penetrating gaze with microscopic precision at her face and into her eyes made me convinced there was something beyond what meets the eye. I knew there was a volcano within her fuming about to erupt anytime. I wanted to find out the reason why the volcano formed and what did it contain.

My attempt began after his going on tour, about 20 days later, for about four days. He had requested me to take care of his wife, which I gladly agreed to, accepting it as my moral duty and responsibility. I left no chance to have any slightest doubt in his mind about my faithfulness. He left in the morning as I left to my office too. Back in the evening, while I was unlocking my front door, she opened her door and invited me to have tea. As I hesitated, she persuaded me. So, I went in with her. She closed the front door. Leaving me sitting on the sofa in the drawing room, she went to the kitchen to make tea. Later, she brought a tray with sweets, biscuits, some fruits and tea. Sitting on a sofa opposite and facing me, we talked. She was cautious not to reveal much nor I did I prod with any inquisitive questions. As was my habit and principle, I wanted her to make the first move.

As I stood up thanking her profusely for the tea and kind hospitality, she enquired about my dinner. I told her since my wife was in the native place; usually I used to cook my food myself or sometimes took food from hotels. Immediately, she invited me to have dinner with her at her place. As I was about to decline thankfully, she again persisted.



As if trying to help her find reason with, I said: "See, do you think your hubby would appreciate if he came to know about it? Why should you put yourself into unwanted trouble?"

She replied gleefully: "Why not? You know, he keeps high regards for you. And, he talks very high of you. In fact, he had asked me to invite you occasionally for dinner or lunch suiting to your convenience."

That dispelled my doubt. So, I said okay and thanked her for the invitation. I went to my flat and had a bath and change of dress. I spent some time reading newspapers and watching TV without interest. I became aware my mind repeatedly telling me that good luck is going to stay with me and I would have an enjoyable time with this lady sooner than I thought.

Exactly at 9 PM, there was a gentle knock on my door. Finding her at the door, I went with her locking my door. I noticed she bolted her front door after my moving in.

While talking sitting on the same sofas, suddenly I noticed a change in her. In fact, it was only at this time I observed her closely for the first time. She wore a transparent polyester saree which revealed her low-neck blouse inside. I could clearly see her fleshy and sensual neck and the upper portion of the bulge of her fair big boobs with a deep cleavage. A bell began to ring inside my head instantly as I never saw her in such attire before. I withdrew my eyes from that portion on her body as quickly as it was shot at and started looking at her face only. I guessed I was lucky as she probably missed to notice my stare.



Then I became aware of another strange aspect. She had no longer kept the pallu of her saree covering her body and head, which she always did, in presence of her husband.

While we talked, I also noticed she bent forward more often for one pretext or the other sending the pallu off her shoulder. Though she quickly replaced the pallu, it had given me ample time to have a clear look at her big boobs struggling to pop out from the clutches of her blouse. 'Was it not bait she dangled under my nose? Jai, wait and watch' I told to myself.



As we continued with our talk, she took a small glass paperweight and began to play with it. I can swear she deliberately made it fall on the carpet once. This time, she bent forward in the shape of an inverted U, a lot more than required, to pick up the paperweight. Obviously, her pallu slipped and fell off her shoulder. Nearly three-fourth of her fair big melons popped out menacingly gives me a clear view of the upper portion of her light brown aureoles. I knew my heart skipped at least a couple of beats. It was embarrassing to me as I wondered if her boobs would come out nude fully. But this time my eyes got transfixed on another spot, which gave a splendid view. 



She was very clever indeed because while still in her bending position, she raised her head and looked up at my face. She could see my eyes were fixed on her boobs. Like the recoil of a gun, I withdrew my eyes immediately.

She regained her sitting position. I was now feeling ashamed to see her smiling at me meaningfully. As if to change the focus and attention to camouflage my stupidity, I said: "I was wondering if I could pay you a compliment. To be nearer the truth, I could not garner enough courage."

That surprised her. "Why not, you don't need to feel any shy or shame to tell me anything," she replied. I guessed she encouraged me enough to muster courage to tell even if what I wanted to say was going to be too much intimate.


I said: "You are very beautiful, ravishing and radiant. For ethical reasons, I would stop qualifying you as 'desiring' or by another adjective which would be most appropriate." I was hinting to call her 'very sexy'. However, by the way she smiled at me; I thought she guessed what I meant.

Pointing towards the black-mole on her above left boos, I went on "In fact, that mole on your cheek is enhancing your beauty multifold serving as a beauty spot."

She laughed loudly and said: "Thank you very much, Jai. My friends had also told me so before." She paused but quickly went on to add: "I have two more such moles on my body."

Giving me another meaningful grin, she continued: "I think you have already seen my second mole."



I felt as if I touched a live electric wire. Honestly, I could not imagine she would be frank enough to open up so quickly in an intimate way before we could turn informal and come to know each other better. I felt shy equally because she had seen my watching her mole on her left boob. Then suddenly I had another thought coming in my mind. I said to myself that if she was bold and unashamed, why should I remain shy and timid now?

So, I asked: "Where is your third mole?"

She considered this for a few seconds. Then smilingly she adjusted the pallu of her saree so that her fair belly came exposed. Oh.. she had a beautifully shaped belly which was almost glazing. She pushed down the folds of her saree as much was needed to bring her beautifully shaped navel visible. The sight of her bare belly with her navel gave titillations to my mind. Then she pointed her finger to a tiny black mole just above her navel to the left.



I caught my breath sharply. Words spurted out from my mouth uncontrollably: "My goodness, it looks like a bright star just above the full moon" I exclaimed in visible excitement.

She giggled and replied: "Thank you very much for the compliment and nice comparison." With this, she adjusted and replaced her pallu back covering her stomach.

It appeared to me suddenly that all the  moles I had seen were in a same line coming down on the left side of her body. So, out of my inquisitiveness I decided to be naughty. However, in a casual and innocent sound, I enquired "Where is the fourth mole?"

She bit her thick lower lip with her teeth looking at me coyly: "Hey Jai, you are becoming increasingly naughtier now. I can not show you my fourth mole. It could be seen only by my husband," She said with a meaningful grin dancing on her lips.



Though I had asked that question intentionally, yet I said: "I am very sorry and I sincerely apologize for my stupidity."

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As if she thought she antagonized me, with a wave of her hand she dismissed her own reply and said: "Think nothing of it, Jai, and take it easy. And, it is my turn to say sorry if I offended you"


I said: "That makes two of us." We both laughed.

During our further talk, she told me all about them. She was the only daughter to her parents , she was a graduate in arts. She did not have any boyfriends before. After marriage 7 years ago, she moved to here. She said her husband was a nice man though he lacked in several aspects. I nearly opened my mouth to enquire to which aspects he lacked, but stopped short. To my query, for the first time, she told her name was Sonakshi Sinha.



I had several other questions emerging from my mind to ask her. But I decided to ask them during our dinner.

Excusing herself to lay the dining table, she went inside. I accompanied her to the kitchen and helped her to bring the dishes and plates to the table. Once, I felt she brushed her body close to mine. I felt a mound of flesh slightly pressed to my right arm for a split of a second. Yeah, it was her left boob. 'Was it not a deliberate move? Jai, wait and watch' my mind said.

While we dined, I decided to ask the million dollar question I was eager to ask so long. "Well, Sonakshiji, if you do not mind it as a probing, can I ask you a personal question?"

She looked at me enquiringly, smiled and asked to go ahead. She requested me to cut short of any formality and call her "Sonakshi" only and not "Sonakshiji."

So I asked: "Well, Sonakshi, you told you were married nine years ago. Don't you have babies? Or if it something either of you have any problem, then I am very sorry."

Honestly speaking, she did not flinch at all. Rather, her face showed she was expecting this question any time soon. And she seemed to be well prepared for it.



She said: "You are right, Jai. We don't have babies. And I am dying for one." Brushing aside her sudden emotions, she went on: "We got ourselves examined by reputed doctors. My husband claimed the medical tests showed the problem was with me. But I can't believe it. Even his relatives blamed me for being infertile. But I believe it was because of his problem. I am sure; he is passing the buck on me to cover up his own deficiency."

There was sudden silence between us. She looked up at me and asked: "What do you think, Jai"?

I considered this for a minute and said: "Look, Sonakshi, I can't opine or conclude anything right now for sure. And decency and ethics do not permit me to ask you further questions which might be a little too intimate and embarrassing for you to answer" I said.

"Oh...why do you feel any formality or shame again? We are married and, after all, we are friends and good neighbours. There is absolutely nothing for us to feel shy about. You can very well ask me anything and everything unhesitatingly."

I was really surprised when she encouraged me. True, looking straight to my eyes, she was not feeling any inhibition at all and she appeared bolder than I thought.

"Well Sonakshi, it is true most infertile men do not admit or accept their deficiency because of inferiority complex. Rather, they blame it on the wives for not able to bear their children due to chauvinism. But how could you conclude or say emphatically your husband was lacking"? I asked.



She was ready for that too with her prompt reply: "Jai, don't call me unashamed when I say I have not experienced what is real sexual pleasures in married life till now. My hubby is a loving man all right, but he is utterly selfish in bed. He cares for his needs and satisfaction only. Though we had sex rarely, say once in 15 days, but it is limited to his lifting my nightie, thrusting his organ into me and finish up everything in 2-3 minutes and he went to sleep. He never bothered to look at me lying high and dry."

I was really surprised, if not shocked, with her bold expressions. I could never imagine she would come out so open unashamedly and unabashedly so soon. Perhaps my probes had made a rupture on the tip of her fuming volcano and the lava started to flow out.

As I remained astonished, she went on: "At this age and stage of life, a lady requires satisfactory sex almost every day. I had never experienced orgasm while lovemaking. You know, often I had to go to bathroom to masturbate with the back of a fountain pen. Sometimes, I had to remain under the running shower to cool off my body of my sexual hunger and heat."



After a pause, she went on: "I tried all possible ways to correct him, but he failed to correct himself. You know, I went to the extent of humiliating him. Once, he lay on his back ignoring me after fucking and his reaching climax within two minutes. He refused to satisfy me in spite of my repeated requests. So, I brought the fountain-pen and began to masturbate and fuck myself with it while he watched me doing it. He was such a shameless stupid man; my action did not evoke any response in him.

Releasing a deep sigh from her sudden emotional turmoil, she asked me: "Do you believe I can become pregnant and deliver a baby by masturbating with a fountain-pen"?



Though it made me perplexed but I was answerless. It seemed a pall of gloom hung over us. For some unknown reason, it occurred to me she was trying to establish that the deficiency was with her husband and not with her. Then I asked her: "Haven't you both watched some blue-films together?"

She said with a sullen voice: "Yeah, we had but only once sometime in the early months after our marriage. But that did not help. Watching the film, I had asked him why can't he emulate the man and we do the lovemaking the same way the couple did in the film. He had replied it was absurd and grotesque and no man and lady do that in life."

Later, I asked her several questions to know her husband's sex patterns. I could learn he was not sexually active at all. He never indulged in foreplay or sucking her. He had strong repugnance to mouth her pussy and had said it was dirty. He straight away went to penetrate her tight dry pussy and within a few thrusts, he ejaculated soon. She claimed most of his fluid remained outside her vulva.

I wondered if he was suffering from premature ejaculation. I also felt sympathy for her sorry state of affairs and plight.

We went to the dining table for dinner. As we were taking the food, the telephone in the drawing room began to ring. She excused herself to attend it. After five minutes she came back. She told it was her husband from Surat enquiring about her welfare. May be I was wrong, but I noticed a veil of dismay on her face when she added he had almost finished his work over there and would be reaching back the next day afternoon. She also said he enquired about me too. She mentioned he was happy when she told him that I had dinner with her and, in fact, I had left about fifteen minutes ago. She winked at me and said: "Why should I bother him unnecessarily to tell you are still with me taking dinner?" I smiled but did not say anything.



After finishing up a sumptuous dinner we came back to the drawing room to resume the same talk. I thought she looked more bold now as she allowed the pallu of the saree fall off her shoulder and remain like that for longer time now.

"Jai, do you know I understand you  are very intelligent. They are highly educated and very scholars. Rather, I must say they are geniuses. And I also understand the Malayali ladies are very sexy in bed."

I was wondering why she said so. As if answering to my untold question, she asked me: "Jai, can I ask you a very serious question? Will you answer me in 'Yes' or 'No'? But you need to answer just now."



I was really bewildered. What she was hinting at? I had no clue. So far, she had answered to all my questions, honestly and frankly. Now, I am in a fix. My self-respect did not allow me to accept defeat. So I said: "Okay, please go ahead and ask."

She looked pleased. Then she said: "Jai, I am telling without beating about the bush. So, please excuse me. I had developed a strong liking and desire for you right from the very minute I had met you. Tell me, will you give me all sexual pleasures, at least for once, which I had never experienced in my life so far? Will you make me pregnant and get me a genius baby like you"?



Suddenly, I looked as if an atom bomb exploded on my head. If she had hit me across my face, the effect would not have been more startling and devastating. I began to perspire heavily in spite of the cool air the air-conditioner was blowing. I had known the ways a sexy lady used to make advancements for physical relationship, but I could never imagine it would come so soon in an unabashed way. As I remained silent, she asked me: "What is your answer, Jai? Yes or No? Please tell it quickly. My heart is jumping to hear your answer."

She was not willing to give me time to think over. She wanted the answer then and there itself. I knew luck was on my side. And I decided to play it to my advantage. I remembered my own philosophy that I should not leave a lady who says 'Yes' and I should not touch a lady who said 'No'.

Suddenly, I pushed to forget everything and said in a firm deep voice: "YES, YES, Y-E-S." But, quickly I added: "Sonakshi, giving you full sexual pleasures is one thing, but making you pregnant is another thing. You must know, scientifically, it is not possible always to make a lady pregnant even with a series of fucking in one or two nights. For that, I need to know more about the pattern of your menstrual cycle and number of days the bleeding lasted to calculate your ovulation period.

She seemed to be ignorant of these aspects of the reproductive system in human beings. But she was quick in providing me with the details. She said usually her cycle is of 30 days with 3 days bleeding. On my query she said she had her last menstruation exactly two weeks ago. I could not believe my luck again! If it was so, then that day itself or next day ovulation must take place in her. It was one of the strangest instances of sheer luck and coincidence, perhaps one in a thousand, that her ovulation day might be that day itself or the next day. I could not believe the sudden change of events. I saw all the odd pieces falling right into their appropriate slots. Honestly speaking, when I went to her house about an hour ago, I could never imagine I was going to get an offer to fuck her as well as to make her pregnant. But then, strange things always happen in life in unexpected times and manner.



She asked me what I was thinking about. So, I told her the whole thing about the ovulation and chances of pregnancy. She was very thrilled to know there were great chances of her becoming pregnant if we had sex that day and the next. I too shed all my qualms. After all, a willing lady wants it from me. What is the harm if I enjoyed her and gave it to her? I wondered if there would be any fool on earth to say 'no' to her. Besides, who knows I would get another golden opportunity like this? Suppose, she had a second thought and change of mind later?

I stood up from my sofa and went around to the back of her sofa. I bent my body forward, brought my hands around her face and lifted it up. That was the first time I had ever touched her. I saw her thick lips parted looking very thirsty. In the same action, I brought my face further down and planted a very hot and passionate kiss on her thick lips. She made a gasp. Then she brought her hands up, circled around my neck and pressed my mouth hard on her lips. 



My lips still glued to hers, my hands slid down and caught hold of her big boobs. "Aaahhhh...." she released a wild moan. I lifted her boobs from their bases and ran my palms caressing all over them.

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Still bending over her shoulders, I reached and pulled up her sari as much as possible. Oh... I was mesmerized to see her nude legs and thighs. Her legs were long, fair, waxed, glazy, fleshy, enchanting and sexy too.


She moaned again and said: "Jai, are you trying to locate my fourth mole? It is not in my thigh. You have to look for it further up."



As I was about to pull her saree up more, she sprang to her feet and came around the sofa. She held my body in a tight hug and whispered in an erotic moan: "Oh..Jai, thank you very much for saying 'yes'. You are great. Come, let us have it in the bedroom." While she said, she bit my left ear with her teeth out of excitement. In a hurry, she nearly dragged me to her bedroom.

By the time I reached her bedroom, I became aware I too was getting hot. No sooner we reached the room than I began to hug her fleshy body tightly. I was going berserk the way I removed the sari from around her body and threw it flying to a corner. I took her to stand in front of the mirror on the dressing table. Wwoohhh.... it was a very beautiful and sexy reflection of her on the mirror. I could guess she was not wearing bras under the light blue blouse as her nipples jutted out in a pointed manner. I brought my hands under her arms to her front. As I struggled to unhook her blouse, she did it herself. 



She removed it and threw it to the corner. I was right, she was not wearing bras. Her boobs jumped out from the tight clutches of the blouse now and stood in a threatening way. I brought my hands from behind and lifted the boobs from their bases. Then I began to squeeze them softly while I rubbed my whole face all over her back. She began to moan more wildly. I kissed and licked her entire back with my tongue. It gave her titillations and pleasurable sensations.



I was eager to see this seductive temptress fully in nude. I caught the string of her light blue petticoat and gave a pull. It loosed and the petticoat slid and fell to the floor. She came out of it and kicked it to the corner. As I expected, she was not wearing panties too. I really caught my breath to see her the way she was born. No word or adjective was enough to qualify her super sexy body. I could never imagine she had such a really hot and sexy body remained hidden under her dresses. Her entire body was made to perfection in such a sexy contour enough to cause instant erection in any male.



I remained looking and admiring her nude body for a long time. She was very fair, has big eyes, thick lips and long neck. I guessed her vital statistics might be 35B-27-35 with fleshy wave-folds around her hips and waist. Though married for nine years, yet her fair fleshy big boobs were erect without any sagging tendency. I was fascinated to see particularly the shape of her boobs. They were not round but conical in shape tapering towards the nipples. The conical shape helped the boobs to have a straight projection. This ideal shape would present enormous pleasures for any man to suck her boobs. She had light brown aureoles with brownish erect nipples having one inch length. Her love triangle was well shaped hidden between her upper thighs. She might have removed her pubic hairs about a few days back. Her long thighs were fair and fleshy with matching legs. Her legs were glazing as she had removed all hairs by waxing. It was difficult for anyone to identity and to name the sexiest part in her body. Though she did not radiate sex appeal in clothes, but in nude, every inch of her body exuded sex. Rather, every millimeter of her body oozed sex. I wondered if the God has written 'most sexy lady' all over her body.



She turned to face me. With a naughty smile, she removed my clothes and made me nude too. She eyed my hot erect cock stood at an elevated angle and made involuntary jerk movements. Then she said: "Come darling, enjoy me, give me all pleasures, fuck me, kill me, make me pregnant and give me your baby."

I made her stand facing each other closely. I took her hands to circle around my neck. Then I slid my hands under her arms and held her head. I brought my mouth to hers and began kissing her madly. As we were holding each other's heads, our kisses were enough to melt our lips and fuse to one. I kissed passionately on the black mole on her left cheek and bit it too. I ran my tongue licking her entire face. Then I took her thick lower mouth and began to suck it madly. My intense sucking produced splew..splew...splew...sounds. I heard her moaning loudly. I was enjoying the sweet honey from her lip. Next, I took her upper lips and sucked it too. As I asked, she extended her tongue out as maximum as possible. I took it inside my mouth and sucked it very hard. Then she inserted her tongue into my mouth and began to play hide and seek game with my tongue. Both of us became aware our bodies were boiled up.

I continued my kissing and sucking from her face down to her throat. I hid my face on her neck and rubbed my face all over it. She moaned fiercely now. While I continued to rub my face, her right hand slid and caught hold of my hot erect cock and began to press it. At every stage, she went on telling me repeatedly that her hubby had never done such things to her and she was enjoying these pleasures for the first time.



Later, I bent a little and started playing with her big boobs. I rubbed her boobs with my palms in circular motions. Often I lifted her melons from their bases and pressed them hard. I massaged her light brown aureoles and tweaked the nipples with my fingers. Often I pulled the long nipples as if to pluck them out of her boobs. She was enjoying my play deriving pleasures and releasing moans.

Then I started my real assault on her boobs. I caught hold of her boobs with my hands and began to squeeze them with heavy pressure and force. "Aaahhhh....." she yelled in pleasures. While squeezing, I pulled her boobs as much as possible. I must say her boobs were bigger and my palms were not enough to accommodate them. Yet, my forceful squeezing made the flesh of her boobs to spill through between my fingers. I must admit I was also enjoying myself.



After ten minutes of intense squeezing, I bent my head to suck her boobs. First I ran my tongue licking her entire boobs. I was fascinated to see the black mole just above the aureole of her left boob. I kissed on it madly and licked it several times. Then I played with her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Often I moved the tip of my tongue as if scratching the tip of her nipples. Bending, she was observing my plays happily deriving pleasures. Then I took one of her boobs into my mouth and began to suck it hard. "Oooooohhhhhh..." she released a shrill moan. I looked no further and continued with my sucking very hard. Due to my intense sucking I felt a tasteless and colourless liquid oozed out of her erect nipple into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily. Often I bit her nipple and chewed it painlessly. At this stage, she brought her hands on my head to press it hard on her boobs encouraging me to suck harder. After five minutes or so, I began to suck her other boob. While sucking, I often shook my head violently as if a cat shrugged a dying rat in between its jaws.



My mouth moved down kissing and licking all over her well-shaped belly. I spent a lot of time licking inside her deep navel as well as the black mole just over it. She moaned softly all these times out of titillations. I tightly pressed and squeezed the flesh waves and curves around her hips. My hands and mouths were jumping to reach her pussy but I restrained myself from doing so with enormous self-restraint. 'There is a right time for everything' I told myself.

However, I was a little exhausted with my bending position. I took her to the bed now. I made her lay half on the bed with her legs hanging outside. I sat on the floor between her legs. I observed her velvet pussy for a long time. I found it large, throbbing and pulsating. I noticed there was something peculiar about her pussy. The pussy lips were thick, boat-shaped covering her whole vulva showing only a thick long line.



I lifted her left leg and began to lick it from toe to upward. When my mouth reached her thigh, she shivered moaning wildly. If she made so much sound while I licked her thigh, I wondered she would bring the entire neighbourhood if I started sucking and fucking her pussy. I repeated my licking on her other leg and thigh too.

Now it was time for me to enjoy mouthing her pussy. It was exactly at that time I remembered about her fourth mole. I looked for it. And, there it lies on her thick left pussy lip. It looked like the head of a man sitting on a country-boat in a river as could be seen in a dark night from a little far distance. It was a strange phenomenon a lady had four black moles on her body at strategic erotic points in a straight line on the left side. I brought my mouth and kissed on her mole several times. She released a gasping moan.



I said to her excitedly: "Darling, I found your fourth mole. It looks very sexy indeed."

She giggled. "Thank you, Jai" she said.

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Slowly I touched her pussy with my lips. As if I gave her an electric shock, she bounced on the bed shaking the cot violently. She turned her head and asked me: "Darling, what are you going to do? Are you going to lick and suck my pussy? Oh...it would be a wonderful experience for me for the first time. You know, Jai, that stupid husband of mine never touched my pussy with his mouth."


I said: "Don't worry, I am going to do it till you cry asking me to stop. Okay"?

Without waiting for her answer, I pressed my lips very hard on the middle of her pussy in a very hot, deep kiss. Then I went on kissing all over her love triangle. I think I must have planted at least one hundred kisses all over it. Then, from the bottom of her pussy I ran my tongue licking upward. "Uuuuuiiiiiiii Mmmaaaaaaaa" she yelled in utmost ecstasy. I continued my licking and wiping her entire vulva with my tongue several times. And she went on uttering several exclamatory words in extended rhythmic tunes.



Slowly, with the help of my hands, I divided and separated her big and thick vaginal lips and looked inside. I could see her big, half inch long clitoris, urethra and big reddish pussy hole. I felt her pussy has become hot and wet. First, I concentrated on her big clitoris. I ran my tongue licking it over several times. Then I took it inside my mouth and began to suck it very hard. "Hhhhaaaaiiiiiiiiii....Ooooooooiiiiiiiiii Maaaaaaaa" she screamed in the pinnacle of pleasures bouncing her body on the bed repeatedly. Unable to control, she arched her body several times. Often, I bit her clitoris with my teeth and chewed it. "O-h-h..D-a-r-l-i-n-g, a-a-h-h-h...I am getting extreme pleasures, please do it all through the night, suck my clit more hard and hard, bit it, chew it, eat it darling...don't stop..." she implored. And I was doing exactly what she told. I think I sucked and chewed it for more than fifteen minutes. I stopped as I noticed her pussy secreting juice as I did not want to waste a single drop of it.



I further separated her pussy lips to make her hole more visible and wider. I thought it may be a little difficult to accomplish shooting my tongue into her tunnel. So, I placed a pillow under her buttocks and separated her thighs more wide. Yeah, now I could clearly see her pulsating hole. I planted a hot passionate kiss on her hole pressing my lips deep into it. The effect was devastating. By the way she bounced, I wondered she could win a gold medal in Olympics in high jump or pole-vault. I left her to enjoy the pleasures in her own way.

I brought my nose close to her hole and took a heavy deep breath smelling the aroma of her pussy. Though I felt a little urine smell, yet I felt intoxicated as if I consumed a bottle of raw liquor. The smell of her pussy was carried by the blood all over my body. I continued to sniff at her pussy hole taking deep breathes several times. Then I began to lick her hole with my tongue tightly pressed. I wiped her pre-cum and swallowed her juices. "Hhhaaaaaahhhhhhhh" she continued to moan and scream.



Then I began to rub her hole with the tip of my tongue. I found it was difficult for my tongue to penetrate inside. So, I inserted my middle finger into her hole slowly. This was followed by insertion of my index finger also. First I began to finger-fuck her for some time. Then I separated and widened my fingers inside stretching the width of her tight pussy walls. Widening her tunnel by stretching with my fingers still inside, I shot my tongue into her tunnel slowly. When it went inside, I withdrew my fingers. I twisted my tongue inside her pussy probing and licking. "Hhhaaaaiiiiiiii....Jjjaaaiiiiii, you are lifting me to Heavens, darling, I can not believe you are really sucking my pussy, my stupid husband never gave me this unknown extreme pleasures, he is utterly selfish, you are the first to show me the gate to Heavenly pleasures, I am ready to die for you darling, I have become your slave now, I really wish if you were my real husband, I would have got this pleasures every time daily, I envy your wife...." She went on chattering non-stop.



I continued with my sucking disregarding my difficulty to breathe properly. After about seven minutes, she began to bounce on bed more violently. She cried: "Jai, something unusual is happening within my pussy and body, I am floating in the air now, I feel balloons are bursting inside me, I feel thousands of bubbles are released from my pussy, I have reached the pinnacle of sexual pleasures....."

I knew she was reaching climax. Then, I found a gush of hot lava from her tunnel. The way a man drinks the water inside a green coconut pressing his mouth close to the opening, I pressed my mouth tightly pressed to her hole and swallowed her hot juices. "Jai darling, are you really drinking my juices? How nice!" she exclaimed. I said: "Sonakshi, do you think I shall waste this precious nectar?"



I had never found a lady secreting so much of cum. My mouth was filled again and again with the continued flow of her cum. I was also enjoying myself my gulping down her thick oily juices greedily. Then, I smelt and tasted urine also. I found she involuntarily discharged a few drops of urine. Believe me; I had gone mad in the head, because I swallowed her urine also. However, after sometime, the flow fizzled out. I wiped her entire pussy by licking and made it dry. As I stood up, she too got up from the bed. She sprang on me, hugged me tightly and rained my face with her hot kisses in admiration. She said: "You know, darling, my husband never did these foreplays and I am experiencing......" I interrupted by stopping her: "I know, Sonakshi, you are experiencing these pleasures for the first time in your life. You told me that for a hundredth time now. No need to repeat."



She asked me: "Jai, I am keen to suck your cock and drink your cock milk. Can I do it?" I replied: "Why not? It is all yours. Go ahead and do whatever you feel like doing."

She asked me to sit on the edge of the bed with legs separated and hanging outside. She sat on the floor between my legs and observed it with wide eyes as if she was seeing a cock for the first time. She caught hold of my hot cock and ran her palms along its full length in a massaging way. I helped her by drawing the outer skin back revealing its red head. Then she ran her tongue licking from its base to the tip several times. She also licked my testicles fondly. Then, as if to measure my cock's length, she tried to take it fully inside her mouth nearly sending it down her throat in a gagging way. Later, she kept only the head of the cock inside her mouth and began to suck it very hard. It was my turn to moan now. Though she had never sucked her husband' cock, yet she was doing a wonderful blowjob. In extreme pleasures, I fondled and caressed her head and long hairs. Often I did press her head to my cock as well as made thrusts with my cock into her mouth.



When her sucking continued for more than three minutes and became more intense, I became aware I will not be able to sustain much longer and I was likely to ejaculate soon. I took my cock out from her mouth as I did not want to waste my cum. I remembered I had not masturbated for about a week now. Therefore, there would be large quantity of thick cum coming from my cock in my first and sequent ejaculations. And there were chances that semen count in my first ejaculation to be more than average. I wanted to deposit it deep inside her pussy near her cervix or uterus to enhance the chances of her becoming pregnant. I told her so. Though she could not understand much of the anatomy or sexual reproductive system in human beings, however, she agreed to my advice though she looked like a baby from whose mouth a sweet lollipop was removed.



I made her lay on her back on the bed in such a way her buttocks were near the edge of the cot with her legs folded, the toes resting on the bed. I kept one pillow under her buttocks to raise her pelvic. I stood on the floor in between her legs. I adjusted my position and her buttocks in such a way I could penetrate her pussy easily while I stood on the floor. I widened her legs and thighs as much as possible. Yeah, her pussy was very much visible in an elevated manner. Then I placed the head of my cock on her pussy hole and made delicate pushes and thrusts. I saw my cock sliding into her juicy tunnel inch by inch. I thrust till my cock went deep up to its hilt inside her. Then, I released her legs rested on the bed. I caught each leg of hers on my either hands. Still holding her legs in my hands, I began to make to and fro thrusts sending my cock deep inside and outside in quick successions. The position was similar to the way if a hand-cart puller stands in opposite direction holding the side bars of his cart.



When I made a forward thrust with my cock, I pulled her body by the legs bringing her pussy towards me. This made my cock to penetrate into her tunnel up to its base covering the entire length of her tunnel. I think her tunnel was not much long as I felt the head of my cock hitting on a wall of tissues, perhaps her uterus. With each of my thrust, she began to moan in extended tunes. I felt if I could get her moans recorded and played back to a group of males, it would cause instant erection in all of them.

To speak the truth, I was not allowing myself to enjoy the fucking but concentrated on my ejaculation, because my prime mission was to make her satisfied and pregnant. As I had not masturbated for a week's time now, I felt I was about to ejaculate with another few strokes. When I knew it was coming, I thrust the entire length of my cock deeply buried inside her and pressed my buttocks hard on her pussy pulling her legs and body so that it left no opening between the circumference of my cock and her pussy hole.



 And I sprayed my jet of cock-milk depositing deep inside her. I did not bother to see if she attained orgasm or not. The scene looked like a doctor administering an injection using a thick syringe. I asked her not to shake her body to allow my milk flow into her uterus. She said excitedly she was feeling her tunnel being filled up with some thick liquid and she also felt the lower portion of her stomach a little heavy now.

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Keeping her buttocks still elevated, I bent forward lying on her body now with my cock buried inside her. I lay like that for nearly five minutes. As I withdraw my cock, I asked her to raise her legs upward so that my milk will not ooze out of her vagina. And she did that. I asked her to remain like that for another five minutes though it was a little uncomfortable for her. Later, I lowered her legs and allowed her to take some rest. But I did not let her sit up or come out of bed because I wanted her uterus to absorb my whole milk. Scientifically, it would help the spermatozoa in my seminal fluid to enter her uterus, travel towards her fallopian tubules, reach her ovum and fertilize quickly.




She was keeping quiet all the time. Then I said to her apologetically: "Darling, I am very sorry, I could not give you full pleasures of fucking in this first round. Nor could I care for your climax. You know, my first objective was to make you pregnant. Don't worry, in my next round, I am going to give you all the pleasures of fucking, yet filling your womb with my milk enhancing the chances of pregnancy."

She said smilingly: "Thank you Jai, you are very understanding, kind and considerate. I really wish if you were my real husband." After a pause, she continued: "While I rest like this, can't you give me your cock for my sucking?" I replied: "Sure."



I got to the bed, bent over her body and brought my cock to her mouth. My cock was fully covered and smeared with a mixture of my thick cock-milk and her pussy juice. As she kept her mouth open, I brought my hips down sending my cock inside her mouth. She licked the entire length of my sagging cock swallowing our mixed juices on its surface. I allowed her to suck my cock for 3-4 minutes.

Then I wanted to make her hot again for our second round. I enquired to her: "Sonakshi, do you have some pastries or cheese in your fridge?" She looked visibly surprised: "What for darling? I don't have any. But I have some butter."

I did not reply to her. Instead, I went to her fridge and took out the butter. I went to the kitchen, lighted her gas-stove and melted the butter a little only keeping it on a big spoon. I brought it to her. She looked at me and the butter with wide eyes. I took the semi-liquid butter in my right hand and began to smear it on her big boobs. I applied a lump of butter on both her nipples and aureoles. It was a wonderful sight of her big boobs now looking yellowish with the butter all over.



Then I began to lick her entire boobs with my tongue enjoying the butter. She very much liked this great idea. She too was enjoying and getting pleasures indeed. Then I began to suck her nipples along with the butter lumps. "Aaahhh....." she began to moan again. I continued to suck her both boobs for nearly fifteen minutes.

With my tongue extended, I began to lick her belly and reached her navel. I made circles around her navel licking with my tongue. She was getting excited. I inserted my tongue into her navel and began to rotate it inside. She derived pleasures.

She asked me: "Jai....wherefrom you learnt and knew all these erotic spots in the body of a lady to arouse her"? I told: "Darling, you tend to forget I am a married man." She said: "So what? My stupid husband does not know about any of these......." I stopped her short: "Don't bring your ignorant hubby into this any more." We both laughed.



After playing with her navel, I moved up again to lick her armpits. She suggested spraying some perfume as there was perspiration and bad smell there. I said: "Sonakshi, don't you know these bad smells are aroma which intoxicates me?"

I buried my face in her left armpit kissing and licking there. Luckily, she had removed all hairs previously. She was getting erotic titillations and she moaned loudly as if she no more cared if someone could hear her sounds. Later, I kissed and licked her right armpit also. She looked at me lovingly when I licked and swallowed all her sweat under her armpits. I knew she was fully aroused becoming hot.



Now, I needed to get my cock erected. So, I suggested her to rub and massage my body with her boobs. I lay on my back now. She bent over my body and began to rub my chest and belly with her big hanging boobs. Often she pressed her boobs on my chest also. Later, as suggested by me, she brought her boobs over my face. Then she began to rub the boobs with her nipples caressing all over my face. Again, as suggested by me, she began to swing and sway her hanging boobs rubbing my face. She told it was a wonderful idea of mine and she enjoyed doing it very much. Frankly, I was also enjoying it myself.

After five minutes, she moved to my cock which was slowly erecting now. She started rubbing her boobs on my cock. Often, she kept my cock in between her hanging boobs and pressed them together to sandwich my cock. I began to moan now in pleasures. I became aware my cock erected fully and ready for the attack.



I got up and made her lay on her back. "Darling, it is time for our second round" I said. She replied: "Jai, I am ready for it. In fact, my pussy is throbbing violently to get assaulted as well as to absorb your milk."

I separated her legs and thighs wide and placed myself between her legs. I inserted my cock which slipped into her juicy tunnel easily. Then I lay on her body. As asked by me, she brought her legs upward and wrapped them around my body at as much upper position as possible. This made her pussy tilted and elevated upward. Again, as asked by me, she brought her hands around my body and hugged me tightly. I knew this position would help a wonderful fucking as the upper surface of my cock would rub her clitoris while making thrusts.



As I began to make thrusts to fuck her bringing my buttocks up and down, I asked her to make upward reciprocating thrusts to receive and send my cock deep inside her. And she exactly did that. With each thrust, she moaned and screamed in very loud noise. Her every single moan and scream of "Aaaaahhhhhhh...." extended to several seconds. It was a real treat to my ears.

I said: "Darling, I am going to take you to the top of the universe now."

Between moans, she said: "Jai, I am already there, but now scaling more and more heights."



As my thrusts continued for more five minutes now, she exclaimed: "Jai, you are a marvelous lover and fucker. You are the real Kamdev. My hubby could not fuck me for more two minutes and he........." She did not complete as I stopped her smilingly.

While we continued the fucking, I caught hold of her boobs and began to squeeze them. Simultaneously, my mouth covered her lips and showered hot passionate kisses, sometimes sucking her lips. I adopted my deep-breathing technique to delay my ejaculation. As I asked her, she contracted her pussy muscles tightly holding my cock inside in a crushing way. This gave both of us added pleasures of skin-to-skin contact. With each gushing thrust into her, both of us heaved with "Hhhuuuuhhhhh" sound.



May be she was right and had told me the truth repeatedly that her husband could not fuck her for more than two minutes leaving her high and dry. I saw her really enjoying the pleasures of my non-stop fucking turning more and more brutal. Moaning, yelling, hissing and shrieking in extreme ecstasy and sexual pleasures, she began to swing and sway her head side ways in a rotating manner. She seemed to be drowning in the cornucopia of sexual pleasures. Her hairs became loose, spread and made a black halo around her head. I knew she was trying to cope up with my continuous assault and stabs into her pussy as she began to perspire heavily. Sweat buds accumulated on her face and boobs. Between my thrusts, I heaved and thronged forward, licked and sucked her sweat-buds. 



During my thrusts, sometimes I raised my body making her body also lifted up from the bed suspended in the air clinging to me. The way she hung to me at those times, her body looked like a corpse with its hands and legs tied to a long, thick bamboo pole.