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The Naked Truth

My Perspective — The Seductress
I wasn’t part of her interview team. The first day I saw her was the day she started working in my team. The moment I set eyes on her, I knew what I wanted to lay in her. With every passing day, the urge to bed her only kept growing.

Shailaja had just moved to the city from a small town after her marriage. The small town girl in the big city was like a deer in the headlights. On the one hand, the big city had her bedazzled and in awe. On the other hand though, everything about the city intimidated her.

Unsure of herself and low on self-confidence, Shailaja had to look for a job when her husband’s company downsized and they needed the income to make ends meet. Shy and introverted, she was insecure and everything about her job scared her.

She had all it needed to succeed. Her qualifications were exemplary. Her experience at her home town spoke volumes for her ability and talent. Her good looks and well endowed body were just the cherry on the cake when it came to dealing with clients.

Yet, she wasn’t doing well. Her fear of failure and low self-confidence made her under perform to an extent that it was starting to hurt her career prospects. The pressure was mounting on me to let her go — it was the last thing I wanted to do for very personal and sexual reasons. I wanted her and the longer she worked for me, the better were my chances of getting into her pants and womb. I had no intentions of passing up such a delicious opportunity.

Over the months, we had gone past being a boss and subordinate and had become good friends. I had visited her place, met her family and loving husband, we had spent many evenings after office, talking about her insecurities. During a few of these talks, she had broken down and I had held her close — pressing her boobs against me, caressing her back and even her ass a couple times. On each of those occasions, I had to masturbate multiple times after getting home to get past how horny she made me.

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“I am going to be let go, am I not?” She asked me one day during our 1 on 1 meeting

“Not if I can help it,” I replied honestly.

She smiled sadly. “Thank you for the confidence, but we both know I am not doing enough to hold my job. It’s only a matter of time,” she added.

“Look, I won’t like. You haven’t been able to perform as well as you did back home,” I said. “But I don’t think it is an issue of ability or talent. You aren’t a small fish in a big pond Shy (she had been nicknamed Shy just days after joining work). You are just low on confidence and, if you are up to it, I am willing to work with you on your confidence.”

“You think it will work?” she asked, unsure of herself.

“If you believe in yourself and do whatever it takes, yes.” I replied. “It won’t be easy and adapting to city life can mean you have to get out of your comfort zone. But if you are willing to do it, there’s no reason you can’t succeed.”

“I don’t know…” she started.

“Let’s start right there,” I interrupted, “let’s start with positive thoughts and shutting out negativity. What’s the worst that can happen? Your positive thoughts will not come true. But that’s better than your negative thoughts coming true isn’t it?” I asked.

“Yes,” she smiled, wiping tears that were forming in her eyes.

“The next thing to work on,” I added, “is dressing confidently. Try bright colors and confidence clothes instead of conservative sarees.”

“How’s that going to help?” she said protesting.

“Thought we just agreed to be positive,” I said making her smile shyly. “You either trust me or you don’t.”

“I do,” she said interrupting me.

“Wait, let me complete,” I said holding up my hand, “you either trust me or you don’t. Not everything I say and suggest is going to make sense, but I have 20 years’ experience. If you trust me to make a difference, you have to let me ok?”

She nodded, looking down at her feet, unsure of herself.

Holding her chin, I raised her face, “look me in the eyes, Shy” I said. When she looked up, it was all I could do to keep my boner in check and talk with a straight face, “what do you see in my eyes.”

“Love,” she said — that’s not love but lust I was thinking but didn’t say anything. “I don’t know why you are so loving towards a failure,” she added starting to sob.

“Failure is a state of mind,” I replied, pulling her close into an embrace. “Like Thomas Alva Edison said before inventing the light bulb — ‘I haven’t failed, I have discovered 10,000 ways that won’t work’ — and then he found one that did and invented the light bulb.”

She looked up at me as I held her close, “you think I have hope?”

“I believe there’s a lot of hope,” I said kissing her forehead. I held her tighter, pressing her boobs into my chest, and when she didn’t pull back, I added, “I have a lot of hope, if you will let me and follow what I said.”

“I promise,” she said in my shoulder.

“So let’s start with the clothes ok?” I added, “dress for confidence to make people take notice.”

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“Do you know swimming?” I asked. The change in Shailaja since our last conversation had even me surprised.

“Yes, why?” she asked.

“Do you trust me?” I asked.

“Yes, why?” she asked again.

I handed her a gift box. “Before you open the box. What it contains is sexy and provocative. You can take offense to it and return it. Or you can trust that this is part of the process and meet me at this address with it at 6 am tomorrow.”

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I had a raging hard-on from the moment I set my eyes on her wearing the swimsuit and wrap at the swimming pool of the club I am a member of. She smiled when she saw me.

“Sexy!” I said eying her as I approached her, making her blush.

“Stop it!” she said, “it wasn’t easy for me ok. I had to fight myself to do this.” I was struggling to tear my eyes off her creamy cleavage.

“What do you think ‘this’ is?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she replied, “but I promised to trust and let you help me, so here I am.”

“Thanks for the trust.” I replied. “How do you feel?”

“Naked.” she replied, blushing again.

“I wish,” I said and when she looked up at me shocked, I held up my hand in defense, “just kidding ok?”

“So what’s the idea?” She asked.

Reaching towards her, I started untying her wrap, “what are you doing?” she asked grabbing my hands, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes.

Pushing her hands apart, I untied the wrap and took it off, “what I want you to do is walk into the pool area and take a lap in the pool. More importantly, I want you to watch the men there, particularly their crotch and the reaction you have on them. Ok?”

“Why?”

“I will tell you why when you come back after the swim,” I said, “Oh and one more thing. I am going to film you on my phone and one month later, we will review it again and you will see the difference.”

As I watched her walk away, I smelled the wrap, taking in her perfume and aching to tear the swimsuit off her body. I watched her go to the pool, looking at the men there, get into the water and swim a lap. I watched the men looking at her, pure lust in their eyes, a couple of them adjusting their erections in their swimming trunks.

When she returned, I asked, “what did you notice?”

“Those are horny men,” she said giggling, her soaking wet body inches from me, her erect nipples straining against the swimsuit, poking against the fabric, a perfectly formed cameltoe between her legs promising wonders if I can get past the swimsuit.

“No,” I said.

“What do you mean no?” she replied, “they were all looking at me like they wanted to fuck me, their cocks becoming hard in their trunks.”

“The lesson here is that you have a power over men.” I replied. “Most of them are decent folks with a family, who never stray or cheat. But they couldn’t help reacting to your body and that’s the power YOU have. Makes sense?” She nodded, a glint in her eyes telling me her apprehensions about my intentions were just proven unfounded and I had just vindicated her trust in me.

“So we are going to do this everyday for the next month ok?” I said, giving her another box. “This contains a few more swimsuits and bikinis. They are progressively sexier and showy. The idea is for you to discover the power of your sexuality. I think part of your lack of self-confidence is that you question your ability as a woman in a man’s world. Hopefully, doing this for the next month or so will help you overcome that apprehension.”

“Ok,” she said, taking the box from me.

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Shylaja’s Perspective – What does he want?
Things had been going from bad to worse for a while. I was a successful professional in my home town before my arranged marriage brought me to the big city. Disagreements in the family meant my dad lost a lot of our ancestral property, then had a heart attack before eventually passing away. My husband’s layoff and the mounting bills and loan repayments meant I had to start working again, in an environment that was nothing like my old office.

With every passing day, week and month, the feeling in my gut that I was heading for disaster was growing. My colleagues at work ranged from snobs and arrogant women to horny young men whose roving eyes made no secret of what they wanted to do with my body. I knew I was being mentally undressed and fucked by many of my colleagues multiple times everyday.

On the domestic front too, frictions were increasing. My husband loves me, but the financial pressures were straining our marriage. The sex was an indicator of the change.

The night of our marriage, neither of us had slept a wink. We had made love just thrice, but he had devoured my body all night. He had spent hours eating me to orgasm after orgasm. He called me the tastiest wife ever. Since then, we made love at least once everyday and he ate me for at least an hour or two every-single-day. I don’t recall a single day when I hadn’t had at least a couple orgasms. But the impact of the difficult times was that our sex had gone from daily to a couple times a week to once or twice a month.

And then there was my boss — a handsome middle-aged man in his 40s — who was most understanding and seemed to have more confidence in me than I did myself. He wasn’t judgmental like others and our friendship seemed only natural. He felt like family and struck up a good easy relationship with my husband and in-laws when he came home for dinner. So, when he offered to work with me on my self-confidence, I had hope.

I couldn’t help questioning his intentions when he presented me with a sexy swim suit. I had the sinking feeling that he too was one of the hornies for my body. And yet, I was determined to make this work. I didn’t have a choice. If I couldn’t make it work, I was facing losing our house. So, with a lump in my throat I showed up in the swimsuit and wrap he had presented me with. I expected him to make a move to seduce me when I went to the swimming pool, but he was the perfect gentleman. His logic after my swimming lap made perfect sense. The swimsuits he presented me were erotic to say the least. Wearing sexy clothes and showing skin wasn’t me. I was always used to dressing conservatively, but his logic had convinced me to give this a go. Whether it helped or not was another story, but I was sure as hell going to try.

Over the next month, lesser and lesser of my body was covered by progressively skimpy swimsuits and bikinis. The lust in the eyes of the men there and their erections (which they stopped trying to hide and even stroked themselves while I was there) had gone from feeling dirty to making me feel flattered.

The two-piece thong bikini I wore on the last day of the month hid absolutely nothing. It was downright transparent and both my nipples and my pussy was as visible through it as if I was stark naked. Three of the men at the pool actually came and I could have sworn my boss too had a raging erection. I am not sure if it was the lack of sex at home or my growing lack of inhibition, but I half-wished he would have been one of the men jerking himself off. I half-wished he would make a move, but he didn’t do either. I was almost disappointed that he was the perfect gentleman.

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The naked truth
“You have been doing better haven’t you?” I asked her. We were sitting in my office doing her monthly 1 on 1, reviewing her performance in the last month.

“Yes, the numbers have improved,” she said, “thanks to you.”

“No, thanks to you,” I corrected. “I showed the direction, but you had to make a huge leap of faith to get out of your comfort zone.”

“Yes, it wasn’t easy wearing those sexy swimming suits and watching men stroke themselves looking at me.” She conceded.

“Which reminds me, I wanted to review the sessions with you too.” I took out my cell phone on which I had recorded Shy everyday, and played the first and last video. “Do you notice the change in body language? On the first day, you were so uncomfortable, you were almost shaking. Now, on the last day, though you were almost naked, you were full of confidence and actually enjoying the men jerking off to you. You looked absolutely HOT!”

“You think so?” She asked blushing.

“I do, and so do all the men who came within minutes thanks to your display.” I said, “how did you feel?”

“Aroused.” Shy replied blushing even more. “Thankfully, I was wet from the swimming otherwise it would have been quite embarrassing.”

“You were that wet?” I asked. Shy just nodded. “So are you ready to go to the next level?”

“Yes,” she said, no hesitation in her voice anymore. She was actually eager now.

“I want to introduce you to ‘The Naked Truth’.” I said. “It’s a book written by the female CEO of a Fortune 100 company, who started out a very self-conscious woman low on confidence — pretty much like you. She said what changed her was what she calls the naked truth.

“It’s a proven fact that we are all our worst critics. And within that, we are most critical of our appearance and body right? I asked and Shy nodded. “So, what this lady did was, whenever she had a tough meeting or presentation, she would stand stark naked in front of a mirror after her shower and imagine having the conversation or doing the presentation naked. Her mind naturally did the critical thing of reminding her of all her flaws — real and imagined. And because she was doing a presentation or having a conversation, it was like the person evaluating the presentation was critically evaluating her body. She would imagine all types of erotic situations and her challenge was to not get distracted and to stay focused on her presentation or meeting. Over time, her confidence grew and she was able to handle tough situations because she had overcome her worst critic — herself. Makes sense?”

“Yes, totally!” Shy said, looking excited.

“So I want you to try that if you want to.”

“Ok” she said.

“Everyday, after shower, stand naked in front of the mirror imagining a conversation or meeting or presentation you are doing, thinking of the others reacting to your body and try to overcome the distraction and stay focused on your meeting. Ok?”

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“I can’t do this anymore Sir,” Shy said handing me her resignation.

“Why?” I said, shocked at this turn of events. “You have been doing so well. Everyone is talking about the turn around and the potential they see in you.”

“It’s just that…” she hesitated, “never mind Sir, it’s just not… I can’t do this anymore.”

“Why?”

“I can’t talk about it.”

“And I thought we were friends who shared everything.” I said.

“We are, but this is too personal and sexual to share,” she added, “please just accept my resignation.”

“I really don’t want to do that,” I said honestly. “I really wish you could trust me enough to explain what this is all about and why you want to leave.” Shy was sobbing by now. “Come on Shy, you owe me that much.” I said, coming over on to her side of the desk and holding her, rubbing her arm reassuringly. Eventually, she shared what her problem was.

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As he was explaining the Naked Truth theory, I was getting turned on. I was already sure this was going to work. So the next morning, I stood naked in front of the mirror imagining my 1 on 1 with him. I imagined his eyes taking in my naked body, lingering hungrily on my breasts and pussy. I imagined him wanting me and stroking himself like the men at the pool had. That night, when my husband fucked me, I orgasmed after many months.

Over the next few days, my imagination during the Naked Truth practices became increasingly vivid and suggestive.

Yesterday, I imagined me giving my boss a blowjob and enjoying it. I was so aroused at the thought that I had to masturbate to an orgasm thinking of my boss fucking me. At night, during sex, while my husband was fucking me, I was imagining it was my boss’s cock in me pounding away and emptying itself deep inside me. I came with the most violent orgasm I had in a long time.

After my husband fell asleep, I lay there ashamed. I was having all these erotic thoughts about a man who had been nothing but nice to me. I was mentally cheating on my husband and not regretting it. By the time I fell asleep, I had decided to resign.

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“I am so sorry Shy,” I lied, feeling thankful for the table between us hiding my raging erection, “I certainly had no intention of causing problems for you with this.”

“I know Sir,” Shy said between sobs, wiping her tears.

“I didn’t think this would happen here in India, as different as we are culturally.” I said.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, the lady who wrote the story spoke of a similar initial reaction.”

“What did she do?”

“Well, she faced her demons,” I said, “but in her case, her boss was gay. Once she had faced her demons and the reality replaced her imagination, she could move on.”

“Oh!” was all Shy could say.

“Well, that’s not a practical solution in your case,” I said sighing, “it’s a pity really, because you were doing so well and I was actually thinking you were close to a promotion if your present trend continued for another few months.”

“I want to.” She said.

“I understand,” I said, “and under the circumstances, I have to accept the resignation.”

“No, I meant I want to face my demons.”

“What?”

“I trust you to be a gentleman Sir.” She said, “I want to do this and get past it.”

“I don’t trust myself Shy,” I said, “with a woman as beautiful as you naked before me.”

“Please Sir,” she said.

“But how?” I asked, “we can’t do that kind of thing in the office and it can’t be at your place with your husband there. And I don’t trust myself enough to invite you over to my place.”

“He is going out of town on work for a week,” she said, “We can do it at my place.”

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I had come over to her place a couple hours ago. We had talked for a while and she had gone into great detail about all the things she imagined me doing, ending with cumming inside her and getting her pregnant. Eventually, it was time to face her demons and she had gone off to take her shower. I was so turned on that I had to jerk myself off while she was showering. I had grabbed some tissue paper from her coffee table and cum in it and flushed it down the guest toilet before getting back to the couch to wait for her to finish her shower.

Eventually, she had stepped into her bedroom doorway, dbangd in a towel, her wet body dripping water. I had gulped and made no attempt to hide the effect seeing her that way had on me. I had worn tracks and my erection was quite evident.

“You just going to sit there and stare?” She asked.

“You’re cheating,” I said eventually.

“What do you mean?”

“You are supposed to be naked, not wearing a towel.” I replied.

“I can’t take the towel off!!!” She said, her face turning beet red.

“I better leave.” I said.

“No wait.” She said, “I want you to take it off. That’s how I imagine it.”

“Ok.” I said getting off the couch and walking towards her. “You better start practicing the presentation and whatever I do, you have to keep going ok?”

She nodded and started going over her presentation, her eyes glued to my crotch. Walking up to her, I kissed her neck, making her gasp.

“Is the gasp part of the presentation?” I asked, continuing to kiss her neck and lower down her torso till I reached the edge of the towel. She struggled but went back to her presentation. I kissed her boobs over the towel while my hands cupped and caressed her ass. She was struggling to stay with the presentation so she closed her eyes tight and continued as I pressed my face to her boob, moaning hungrily.

Going behind her, I cupped her boobs over the towel and kissed her neck and back, my erection pressed against her ass. I squeezed her boobs as I rubbed my crotch against her, continuing to kiss and lick her back.

I turned her around to face me. She still had her eyes shut tight as she kept talking through her presentation. I kissed her face, eyes, nose, ears and chin, before opening her towel and letting it drop to the floor. Shy groaned.

“You stay focused on the presentation.” I said.

“I can’t.” She replied.

“Then I should stop.” I said.

“No, I don’t want you to” she said.

“Ok, then tell me what you want me to do.”

“In my imagination, you kiss me while playing with my boobs.” and I did just that. Her mouth was hungrily waiting for mine when I kissed her. As I cupped her boobs, she opened her mouth and her tongue found mine. After kissing her hard and playing with her boobs and nipples for minutes, I broke the kiss, both of us gasping for air.

“There’s only one way this ends if we don’t stop now.” I said, continuing to pinch her tits.

“I hope it ends the way it does in my imagination.” she said between gasps and moans.

Taking one nipple in my mouth, I started sucking hungrily, while continuing to play with her other boob.

“Have you wanted this too?” she asked pressing my face into her boob.

“From the day I first saw you.” I mumbled into her nipple, my hand going down between her legs and cupping her pussy. She was soaking wet.

“That’s not the shower water.” she said, reading my mind.

Picking her up, I started towards the guest bedroom.

“Not that way, I want you to take me in my bed,” she said. So I led her to the master bedroom and lay her down in her bed.

Spreading her legs wide, I buried my face between her legs, my tongue licking the soaking wet opening of her shaved pussy.

Withing minutes, I was eating her hungrily, my tongue fucking her, my lips sucking on her clit, driving her wild and making her wriggle as her body inched towards an orgasm.

When she came, she squirted into my mouth and I lapped up her delicious orgasm. I continued eating her for another hour, through three more orgasms. I could have eaten her all day, but she finally pushed me back.

While she pulled my tracks and underwear down, I got rid of my tee-shirt.

“My GOD! You are HUGEEE!!!” she gushed, taking my shaft in her hand and stroking it from based to tip.

Taking the head in her mouth, she started sucking and licking me and squeezed my balls gently with one hand while the other continued to stroke the part of the shaft that she couldn’t take in her mouth.

For close to 15 minutes, she sucked and stroked me to full hardness.

“You want to cum in my mouth?” she asked.

“No, I want to cum inside you,” I groaned.

“Me too.” she said taking me back in her mouth and increasing the intensity of sucking me.

I pushed her back when I was ready to enter her and lay her back on the bed.

Spreading her legs, I rubbed my pole against her sopping wet opening, lubricating it.

As I pushed my hardness against her opening, I was amazed at how tight she was.

Her mouth opened in a silent O as I pushed into her, inch by inch, pulling back a bit before pushing further into her.

“Oh god, it won’t fit,” she groaned.

After nearly a minute, I was buried inside her to the hilt, my shaft filling her deep.

“You are touching places inside me I didn’t even know existed,” she moaned. I pulled almost all the way out before shoving it all the way back into her. Then I pulled out again and thrust hard to the hilt inside her.

“Aaaaah” she squealed in pleasure, encouraging me. Having jerked off once already, I knew I wouldn’t be cumming soon, but I wanted to make this last as long as I possibly could. As I slowly started increasing my tempo, her screams turned into grunts and then moans.

When her back started arching in rhythm with my thrusts, I knew she her orgasm was close.

I started hammering hard inside her, increasing my tempo further, drilling her hard and deep. It took four minutes before she shook, arching her back and let out an animal scream as a violent orgasm took hold of her. I kept fucking her right through her orgasm, making it last. As the first wave started passing another shook her and then another and another, each bigger and more violent than the previous.

I don’t know if she mad multiple back-to-back orgasms or one massive one, but she kept cumming for minutes and I kept plowing her pussy till she collapsed totally spent.

“Oh god…. oh god…. oh god….” she kept moaning, cheering me on as I pounded her hard, inching closer and closer to my own climax.

When it came, I buried myself all the way into her and let go, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum, flooding her for close to a minute before I collapsed on her spent. We both drifted off to sleep.

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When I woke up, she was laying naked on her elbow, looking at me.

“Regretting it?” I asked.

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “You?”

“No,” I said, “just wondering if you’d want to do it again.”

I proceeded to fuck her again, filling her pussy before taking her ass and filling it too. By the time she sucked me to an orgasm that night, swallowing my cum, we had been fucking for hours. She and I had both lost count of the number of orgasms she had.

We fucked through the night and the next day taking short breaks to recharge our batteries and hunger for each other.

It’s been six months now and we have fucked at every opportunity. I just handed her a well-earned promotion and she announced her pregnancy.

“Does this change anything?” I asked, wondering what she might expect now that she was pregnant.

“Only that my husband is thrilled thinking he got me pregnant.” she smiled.

“So we’re on for tonight?” I asked.

“Only if you promise to go all night.” she said winking. I smiled at how far she had come from the insecure girl everyone wanted me to fire.

THE END


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Scratching Babita’s Itch


The fact that Babita was a year older than him resulted in a lot of resistance within the family to the alliance. He was handsome, she was gorgeous. From the time he saw her picture, Sagar wanted to see her and hoped the alliance would come through. If just one picture can have so much of an impact, he got turned on by just wondering what meeting in person would do? He was determined to fight the family resistance if she turned out to be all that he imagined she would be. It was with this conviction that Sagar decided to make the trip to her town and meet her in person.

You’d think he had proposed to commit murder the way the family reacted. Luckily, he had noted down the phone number and decided to call her and check if she’d like to meet. The first few attempts at calling the land-line resulted in some male member of the family picking up the phone and so Sagar disconnected the call without speaking. When finally a young-sounding female answered the call on the second day, he asked if he could speak to Babita.

“Speaking” she said.

“Hi. This is Sagar. I am not sure if you know me, but we were contacted about a possible marriage proposal.”

“Yes I know. They sent your picture and details to us too. How are you?”

“I am fine, thank you. Listen, I am going to be visiting your town on work this Friday and was wondering if you’d like to meet up.” I lied about the work trip and hoped she wouldn’t say no.

“You want to come home?” She asked.

“No, I was hoping we could meet for coffee or something.”

“I don’t know. I will ask but I don’t think they will agree.”

“I understand. My family isn’t in favor of me meeting you either. They think a whole contingent needs to go to discuss a possible wedding. But since I was going to be there anyway, I thought it would be good for us to meet.”

“I agree it’s a good idea, but I am not sure I can get away. Can you call me same time tomorrow?” she asked.

That was cutting it close. Sagar would be leaving in just one day and if he didn’t even know if she would meet him, it could end up a wasted trip.But he had no other choice.

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Babita smiled disconnecting the call. She couldn’t believe this. On the one hand was her family — dead against marrying a guy younger than her, and on the other was this handsome guy who seemed keen on meeting her. She had no intention of asking anyone and already knew she would meet him.

When he called the next day, she continued playing hard to get and said she still wasn’t sure if she would be able to get away. He gave her the name of the hotel he was staying in and suggested she meet him there if she can getaway. They agreed on 5 pm as the best time – IF she could get away. Let’s see how keen he is she thought. Let’s see if he can wait.

As Friday dawned, Babita was excited. She had already informed at home that she and a friend had plans for the evening and she could be late returning home. As the day progressed, her anticipation and the butterflies in her stomach were both getting worse. She kept looking at Sagar’s picture and imagining how he would be in person. Would he be all that she imagined him to be?Just the thought was making her feel naughty and turned on.

Early in the afternoon, she took an extra-long shower, pleasuring herself thinking about Sagar in an effort to ease her nerves. Instead ofc alming her down, it only heightened her sense of anticipation and sexual excitement with every passing minute. As the clock finally struck 5 pm, she grabbed her hand bag and stepped out, dressed in a blue chudidar.

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Sagar checked his watch for the fourth time in the last minute. She was 20 minutes late already and he was starting to think she wouldn’t be coming after all. The phone rang just then and the reception announced he had a visitor.

As he approached the lobby from the lift, he gasped. She was lovelier and sexier than his wildest imagination, as she stood by the reception desk, looking left and right, pushing a few stray strands of hair behind her ears. She was a treat to sore eyes and Sagar’s jaw dropped. Eventually, she spotted him and smiled – Sagar melted. As he approached her, he felt his throat go dry and heart thud heavily in his chest. They shook hands tentatively and laughed at each others’ awkwardness. He reached in and gave her a hug, pleasantly surprised that she returned it and hugged him back.

Let’s talk in the room he suggested and she followed him to the elevator and then to his room on the top floor. The view from the top floor was amazing, overlooking the city skyline and they stood there talking. The next hour or so is a blur to both of them except that they both felt drawn to each other. Shared interests apart, there was a distinct sexual magnetism neither could overlook.

When Sagar leaned in to kiss her, Babita turned her face towards him and met his lips with an open mouth. After a few tentative seconds, they were hungrily kissing each other, their tongues tangled in an intense battle for supremacy.

She was both taken aback and loved how he seemed to be eating her mouth and sucking on her tongue and hoped he wouldn’t just stop at kissing her. However, Babita wasn’t prepared and gasped when Sagar cupped her breast over her dress. Instead of pulling away, she pressed into his hands, letting him know she wanted him to take her. Encouraged, Sagar squeezed and kissed her evenh arder, grabbing her bum with the other hand and pulling her to him, his erection pressed between her legs against her aroused body, letting her know where he intended in sticking his hardness.

They broke the kiss and came up for air. It took just one glance between them to exchange the request and consent to go all the way. Babita didn’t protest when Sagar’s hands reached behind her and unhooked her Chudidar top. Pulling it off her shoulders, he kissed and licked each shoulder, tracing her bra strap with his tongue. Before long, he had stripped her out of her chudidar and she had stripped him out of his shirt and jeans. Dressed only in their underwear, each was exploring the other’s body as they continued to kiss and hungrily lick each others’ mouth with passion fueled by growing lust and need.

Sagar’s hands found and cupped Babita’s breasts through her white lacy bra and squeezed as his tongue slide down the valley between them. Babita moaned and her chest heaved, urging him on. Sagar’s fingers found her already hardening nipples through the flimsy fabric and pinched, sending a shock wave of pleasure through her body and her love juices to her pussy.

In turn, Babita’s hands caressed Sagar’s shaft over his underwear,tracing it from its head to the base before she caressed his balls. He seemed huge and Babita couldn’t wait to see her first cock. As she pulled his underwear down, his shaft sprang out, erect and pulsing with desire. Taking him in her hands, she started stroking him, their mouths still locked and their tongues wrestling each other. She felt him get even harder as she stroked him. She still hadn’t seen it and just feeling him in her hands wasn’t good enough anymore.

Breaking the kiss, she pushed him down on the bed and her eyes widened at the length and girth of his manhood. Getting between his legs, she took his head in her mouth. Sagar groaned in pleasure. Stroking him up and down, she took nearly half of his hardness in her mouth before she started choking. Cupping his balls with one hand she squeezed while the other started stroking the shaft faster as she sucked as much of his dick, thrusting it in and out ofher mouth.

Sagar couldn’t believe his luck and watching this beauty giving him head was bringing him closer and closer to a climax he wanted to delay till he managed to stick it into her pussy. Just as he was about to make her stop, she gripped his cock with her teeth and it drove Sagar over the edge.

He screamed in pleasure as his whole body stiffened and he exploded,shooting his load into Babita’s mouth. Grabbing her head, he shoved himself as far down her throat as he could, forcing her to swallow his load. He kept cumming for close to a minute and Babita swallowed as much of his cum as she could, some of it spilling over on the sides of her mouth and on to her breasts.

Once spent completely, Sagar pushed her down on the bed on her back and got on top. Kissing her, he tasted his own cum and started getting turned on again. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and ripped it off her body,tossing it aside.

He squeezed one perfectly shaped breast while his mouth zeroed in on the perky nipple on the other. As he sucked on one tit, he pinched the other and squeezed her breast hard. Babita moaned as she felt fluids gush to her pussy soaking up her already wet lace panties even more. Sagar sucked, bit and ate one nipple and then the other, and then back to the first. After sucking her sore for nearly ten minutes he went for the eden between her legs.

Spreading her legs, Sagar was delighted to see how soaked her panties were. He licked her wetness over the fabric before. Babita thrust her pussy up to meet his mouth and moaned in pleasure making Sagar bite and eat her over her panties. Before long, her juices mixed with his saliva had rendered her panties completely drenched and Sagar ripped them off. Completely naked now, Babita was burning with desire and aching for Sagar’s tongue in her.

Sagar lifted her entire lower half off the bed as he buried his face into her pussy. There was nothing gentle anymore. He ate her hard with a manic passion. From sucking on her swollen clit to biting it and drilling her hole with her tongue, he took turns fucking her with her mouth driving Babita wild.She grabbed his head and pulled him into her virgin pussy, thrusting up in rhythm with his tongue.

Within a few minutes, Babita was hit by a massive orgasm that made her tremble violently and she came gushing into Sagar’s mouth, who drank her delicious love potion greedily. He continued to eat her right through her orgasm, making it last longer.

His cock was rock hard by now and as he felt her waves subside, he spread her wide and started rubbing her opening with his hardness, lubricating his shaft with her flowing juices.

Grabbing him, she started guiding his head towards her opening. Taking the hint, Sagar shoved himself into Babita, tearing her hymen and sending a searing pain through her that made her scream and dig her nails into him. He had taken her virginity and had every intention of leaving his seed inside her. As the initial pain started wearing off and Babita relaxed, Sagar started drilling in and out of her. Slowly at first but rapidly increasing his tempo.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God” she kept moaning as he hammered all the way into her for close to ten minutes giving her a second orgasm.

Turning her over, Sagar mounted her doggie style and continued to drill her. With each thrust, his balls slamming against her butt and his cock was rubbing against her clit and g-spot driving Babita wild. He felt another orgasm start to build in her and he exploded deep inside her just as her third orgasm of the day shook her.

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He woke up as he felt Babita get off the bed and watched her walk stark naked towards the bathroom.

“Any regrets?” he asked.

She turned around smiling, a blush turning her pretty face red, “Yes. Only that it ended so soon.”

Bathroom plans had to be put aside as Sagar sprang and grabbed her  hand. “It doesn’t have to” he said, pulling her back in bed and was between her legs in a flash. Lifting her legs above his shoulders, he entered her just as his mouth found hers. While his tongue fucked her mouth, his hardness started hammering her pussy.

Once again, they came together as he emptied himself inside her with one hard thrust after another. They showered together and he fucked her a third time before letting her go home.

“When do we meet again?” he asked.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” She replied.

Sagar smiled, “see you for breakfast?”

Only if you promise to eat me for breakfast, she said and left.

Not only did he eat her for breakfast the next day, he ate her for lunch, dinner and a few snacks too, giving her orgasm after orgasm and fucking her again and again throughout the day.

She returned on Sunday for more fucking and he had taken her anal virginity too before the end of the weekend, drilling her pussy with his finger while pounding her ass hole and cumming in her ass as she shook with an orgasm,squirting all over his fingers.

The harder he fucked her, the more she was turned on. The more she came, the more he was turned on. He had fucked Babita’s every hole at least 2-3 times over the very first weekend.

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Every weekend for the next few months was a fuck-fest as Sagar and Babita explored every conceivable position, every toy and every fantasy. Neither seemed to get enough of the other and fucking 4-5 times a day was more the norm than the exception between them.

He had not asked her to marry him even after months of fucking her and using her body in every conceivable way. They both knew that they wouldn’t take the extreme step of going against their family and that pretty much made marriage unlikely between them.

But that didn’t stop them nor did it slow down their sexual intensity.

“Meri shaadi tay ho gayi” she said one day as they lay in a sweaty embrace after their Saturday breakfast fuck.

“What!?” Sagar asked, shocked.

“Don’t sound so surprised ok” she said, “you know I wouldn’t defy my family when it comes to marriage.”

“Met the lucky guy yet?”, Sagar asked after a pause, getting his frustration of possibly losing her under control. He knew she was right.

“Yes, twice this week” she replied.

“Fucked him yet?”

“Yes. We did it yesterday.”

“How was it?” Sagar couldn’t believe he was asking her that, part of him angry and part of him getting turned on thinking he had just fucked the woman who was going to be someone else’s wife soon, and that she had come over to be fucked by him after getting fucked by her future husband.

“Like that’s any of your business” she glared at Sagar.

“Couldn’t have been too good if you are here today.”

“It wasn’t bad”, she replied and then smiling wickedly, she added, “but I can’t help it that I have an itch only your cock seems to be able to scratch”

She rolled over trying to get off the bed and head to the bathroom, but Sagar was on to her and had mounted her from behind in a flash.

The rage and frustration, mixed with his arousal had Sagar in a manic state. Thrusting himself into Babita, he grabbed her hair and drilled her harder than ever before. For close to 20 minutes he destroyed her pussy. She came twice before he emptied himself into her.

But he wasn’t done yet and shoved straight into her ass and destroyed it too for close to 30 minutes before cumming again.

That day, he fucked her more than, and harder than ever before. By the time they broke for dinner that room service brought in, he had already fucked her pussy thrice and ass twice, in addition to cumming in her mouth once.

He took her two more times after dinner, brutally fucking her each time. By the time she left that night, she could barely stand on her feet, her pussy and ass both sore from the relentless fucking throughout the day.

He continued to fuck her every weekend even after her engagement. Her wedding was on a Sunday and she had snuck out to get fucked by him on both Friday and Saturday. Sagar had extended his trip this time and after spending her honeymoon with her husband, Babita had returned to Sagar’s hotel for him to eat and fuck her for breakfast on Monday.

It’s been a year now since her marriage and she keeps returning to Sagar to get the “itch” in her pussy scratched by Sagar’s cock at every opportunity.

THE END

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A Prank Gone Too Far



As we were packing our bags to head out to Chennai, we couldn’t stop ragging Sultan. The youngest among us, he was also extremely shy, self-conscious. Aged 20, he had a massive crush on a college friend, who had moved to Chennai and was working in the banquets section of a large hotel chain. He’d never expressed his feelings for her and was petrified of making the first move.

When the company I was working for at the time wanted to launch a new line of music CDs that would be cheap covers of popular hits, there was no budget for music videos, album covers or much promotion. As the product launch manager, it was up to me to solve the problem. Sultan was a friend of Arvind, my colleague at the company and used to hang out with us quite a lot. When Arvind and I were brainstorming about the problem, Sultan suggested his friend Mallika as a possible model we could consider for the album cover shoot.

Arvind and I couldn’t help laughing at the fact that he carried Mallika’s picture in his wallet. Of course, that got us started on ragging and teasing him and he fessed up to having a massive crush on her since college days. In any case, we had to scout locations for the shoot and decided to take a week’s trip to Chennai.

“Stay is free!” Sultan exclaimed walking into the office the next day.

“WOW! Yaar,” Arvind said excitedly, “how did you wing that?”

“Kuch nahin,” he replied dismissing the question with the wave of his hand, “When I told Mallika about the tight budgets and all, she offered three rooms. Said it’s off-season and more than half the hotel is empty. She’s also ready to audition for the photo shoot and maybe the music video also if all goes well.” He was grinning from ear to ear and we knew it was only partly because he had just managed to get us a terrific deal. The guy was beaming because he would get to see Mallika again.



Going by the picture Sultan carried in his pocket, I wasn’t too optimistic of her as a potential model. We usually see more beauty than there is in the person we have an interest in. As we walked into the hotel lobby and Mallika approached us with a beaming smile, any apprehension I might have had vanished.

Here was a gorgeous woman with a perfect hourglass body, further enhanced by the perfectly styled saree of the hotel uniform. She brushed stray strands of her long, flowing dark-brown hair from her face as she approached us. Her smile wasn’t just a courteous fake smile many from the hospitality industry put on, but one that reflected in her large, twinkling eyes. Her full, luscious lips were parted just enough to give a glimpse of a perfect set of teeth.

“Wanakkam,” she said folding her hands in a traditional Indian greeting, “welcome to Chennai. First visit?”

“My first,” I said in reply, “these two have been here often enough.”

“This one, I know,” she said, her smiling growing even larger as she gave Sultan a hug making him turn beet red. She led us to the registration desk where we handed over our IDs to the receptionist, while Mallika chatted away effortlessly, not just with Sultan, but with all three of us.

“Come on guys,” she said after we had registered ourselves and got our room keys, “I will show you to your rooms. You guys take some rest. I will come by after my shift ends at 6”.

Mine was the first room, followed by Sultan’s and then Arvind’s. After we had left our luggage in our rooms, Arvind and Mallika came over to my room.

“Where’s Sultan?” I asked Mallika, who had casually parked herself at the edge of my bed — her pallu falling aside and giving an unhindered view of her navel.

“Where else?” Arvind replied, pointing towards the toilet making all of us laugh.

“Still the awkward, shy guy he was in college,” Mallika added.

“You know he has a crush on you right?” Arvind said

“Come on,” Mallika replied waving him off, “he had a crush on every girl in class.”

“Not even close,” I chimed in, “he carries your picture in his wallet.”

“Seriously?” she said rolling her eyes. We told her about how he had suggested her as a model, getting excited at the prospect of seeing her again and then showing us her picture.

“The kid might actually be serious about you,” Arvind concluded.

Mallika crinkled her nose as she made a face at the idea, “never thought of him that way,” she said, “I mean, he’s a nice enough guy…but….” she got thoughtful for a moment as if imagining being with Sultan and then shook her head as if the idea didn’t quite sit well with her.

“No but listen,” Arvind said in a conspiratorial tone, “I had an idea. Thoda jalate hain. What say we try to get him jealous and see if he decides to make a move?”

“What do you mean?” Mallika asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes suggesting she was interested in the idea.

“He knows I have a girlfriend,” Arvind said explaining his idea, “in fact, I met him through Alice — my girlfriend. But he barely knows Vijay. We can pretend the two of you have more than hit it off and see if that makes him jealous enough to spill the beans.”

“I could work with that,” Mallika said, appraising me head to toe with a grin on her face.

“Flattered!” I said in reply. And so the plan was hatched. Mallika and I would stick together, get overly touchy and flirty and see how Sultan reacted.

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When we went to dinner that evening, Arvind took the seat next to Sultan acting all innocent, getting a glare from him as Mallika slipped into the seat next to me. Over dinner, she acted like she had taken a special interest in me, asking me about my background, family, interests and more. I acted just as interested and through most of the dinner, it was as if the two of us were in a different world, having excluded Sultan and Arvind from our conversation. She would blush and smile at my compliments, look down shyly and fiddle nervously with her hair as we spoke. If she was acting, she was one hell of an actress, I thought.

She saw us to our rooms. I got an extra-long hug as we said good night before she gave Arvind a hug that was more formal than friendly, followed by a hug for Sultan, that seemed hurried. “Bye,” she said waving flirtatiously, looking straight at me as she turned to head home.

The next morning, Arvind knocked on my door, just as I was getting ready to head down for breakfast. He collapsed on the bed laughing his guts out as he narrated what happened after Mallika left the previous night. Apparently, Sultan had knocked on his door and whined on and on. Arvind had advised him to act if he didn’t want to see her slip away but he had been so scared of doing anything that he became increasingly frustrated. Arvind had to literally push him back to his room after listening to him rant away for close to an hour.

We had decided to try the hotel roof for the first day’s shoot and spent the day doing saree and other traditional Indian wear shots. We put on an act of growing chemistry between Mallika and I. Sultan stormed away just before lunch time, visibly upset. The three of us had a nice laugh over it and continued the act once he returned — and through the evening — and through dinner.

Good night outside our rooms that day started with a quick hug for Sultan, a polite hug for Arvind and a long, obviously romantic hug for me, followed by a peck on the cheek before she did her customary “bye…” wave for me and left.

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“A bit more?” I said, suggesting she show some more of her breast as she stuck her fingers in her swimsuit, pulling it away from her body. Mallika readily complied. The second day’s shoot was planned to be swimwear and we had shot quite a few pictures by and in the hotel pool. We had taken both, dry and wet body shots and I was amazed at her long, shapely legs. Arvind had come over in the morning to report on more whining from Sultan the previous night. The kiss being top of his list of complaints. Again, Arvind had suggested he act, and he had stormed out, frustrated that even his friend couldn’t understand his predicament.

During lunch — which she joined us for in her black swim suit — Mallika said she felt awkward about swim suits because of a scar she had on her breast. With that, she pulled one side of the swimsuit aside, showing me the scar that must have been about an inch or so away from her nipple.

“We can mask it,” I said, feeling a stirring in my pants. “We can take shots where it doesn’t show and even if it does, there’s always Photoshop to edit it out”

“It was so many years ago, and it never quite healed completely,” she said still holding her swimsuit open in a way that I could see a majority of her breast, but not Arvind or Sultan. “You can actually feel how different it is,” she said grabbing my hand and running my fingers across the scar. “Feel it?” she asked.

“I feel a lot of things,” I replied, deliberately looking downwards between my legs and Mallika giggled at the comment. She covered her breast and gave me a mock slap.

“Behave,” she said, blushing, “we have company.”

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The post lunch shoot was in my room, in a two-piece bikini. As hard as I tried to be professional, I couldn’t help getting turned on by Mallika’s seductive body and behavior towards me. She let me adjust her bikini top myself when I needed it in a particular way for the shot and even let me spread her legs wide and take close ups of her camel toe.

“I bet you are aching to touch,” she teased as I was clicking away, my face between her legs and camera lens inches from her pussy.

“You have no idea,” I said honestly, “touch wouldn’t even begin to explain it.”

Towards evening, we decided to do a few shots in a lacy un-padded sheer bra and panties that that looked liked they would hide absolutely nothing.

“You guys mind leaving the room?” she asked Arvind and Sultan holding up the under garments.

“We’ll be right outside the door,” Sultan said, his voice hoarse, “call out in case you need to.” With that he stormed out. Arvind gave us a wink and a thumbs-up sign before following him.

After they left, she locked the room from the inside before stepping into the bathroom to change. When she stepped out, she had dbangd the hotel’s robe over the undergarments.

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“Show me yours and I will show you mine,” she said, hinting at undbanging the robe.

“We don’t have to pretend now Mallika,” I said as she looked at my crotch.

“Who’s pretending?” she said, stepping up to me. Running her fingers up and down my crotch, she repeated, “show me yours and I will show you mine.”

Till then I wasn’t sure if she was putting on an act for Sultan’s benefit or was genuinely interested. Now that her intentions were clear, I pulled her to me, opened her robe and kissed her hard.

Reaching down, she undid my pants and let them fall to the floor. Sliding her hand inside my underwear, she started stroking my erection.

“We can’t do it with those two outside,” she said when we broke the kiss. Blushing, she added, “I can get rather loud you know…” she kept stroking me as she added, “but I don’t mind helping you now if you promise to help me tonight.”

“Of course,” I said, kissing her again and squeezing her boobs over her black bra. After a few minutes, she pushed me back, breaking the kiss and got in her knees.

“WOW!” she exclaimed as she pulled my underwear down, “I didn’t know Indian boys could grow this tall,” she added giggling before planting a kiss at the tip of my shaft.

Taking as much of it in her mouth as she could, she started sucking it. With one hand she started stroking up and down the rest of the shaft while her other hand caressed my balls.

Within just a few minutes, I could feel myself build up to my climax. “Stop,” I said, pulling myself out of her mouth. “I want to taste you after this, please.” I pleaded.

“Just a taste, I promise,” she said, “but I want you to taste your cum first.” With that, she took me back in her mouth and started giving me the blowjob of my life. In just a couple minutes, I erupted, flooding her mouth with spurt after spurt of my cum, quite a bit of it spilling out of her mouth and all over her bottom part of her face and some on her bra and boobs.

“Yummy,” she said, licking her lips after swallowing as much as she could. She collected as much of my cum as she could off her boobs, bra and chin and licked her cum-covered finger. “I’d like that inside me tonight if you don’t mind” she added.

My turn, I said pulling up my underwear and pants before picking her up and throwing her on the bed. Getting on top of her, I spread her legs wide and started rubbing my crotch against her pussy while I kissed her hard and deep. Even though I was spent, I knew I was getting her aroused because she spread her legs wider and started moving against my crotch while our tongues battled each other hungrily.

I broke the kiss after a few minutes and kissed her down her neck and breasts. Pulling the bra aside, I licked the lip of one nipple. Mallika moaned out loud before clasping her hand over her mouth. Encouraged, I took the nipple in my mouth and started sucking her. Reaching between her legs, I slid my hand inside her panties and entered her with two fingers.

“No,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire, “not now. I won’t be able to help screaming,” she added pulling my fingers out of her. After sucking each nipple for a few minutes, I kissed her down her belly, sliding my tongue into her navel before proceeding further down.

I got on my knees and pulled her legs as far apart as I could. The sheer black panties were soaking wet with her juices. I kissed, licked and sucked the inside of both thighs one after the other, inching closer and closer to her pussy.

Finally, pulling her panties aside, I kissed her dripping wet opening. Opening her wide, I slid my tongue inside her, lapping up her delicious wetness. I sucked on her pussy lips hungrily before taking her clit in my mouth.

“Enough,” she groaned in a whisper, “please.”

“Cum in my mouth,” I replied taking a break from her smoldering her pussy.

“Tonight, I promise,” she said in a tone that said her body didn’t want me to stop though her brain said we should.

“Just a few more minutes,” I said taking her in my mouth and eating her hungrily. Her hips involuntarily started moving into my mouth, but she pushed my head away after letting me eat her for a few minutes.

“God, you are delicious,” I said, “I want you so bad.”

“Tonight, I promise.” she said again before covering herself with her panties. Now take a few pictures or they will know we were up to no good.

For the next hour or so, we took a lot of pictures. She let me take a number of nudes saying those were “to remember me once you get back home.”

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I heard the door open — of course she had a master key — and she closed and locked it behind her. 11 pm, the digital clock on the bedside table said. She had left early that evening, not joining us for dinner, saying she had to take care of things at home. As she hugged me before leaving, she whispered, “11” in my ears.

We had returned to our rooms over an hour ago. Arvind and Sultan wanted to hang out, but I said, I was exhausted and wanted to go to bed. The two of them headed to Sultan’s room to play cards and I went to mine.

I had left the room lights on and was sitting on the couch by the windows at the far end of the room dressed only in my underwear. Mallika made no suggestion for me to turn off the lights. She put on a show of stripping down with each step she took towards me, shedding garment after garment and letting it litter the floor. By the time she reached the couch, she was down to the same bra and panties she had on earlier in the day. Her nipples were hard and jutting through the sheer fabric.

“All yours,” she whispered stopping inches from me, her pussy level with my face. Grabbing her butt, I pulled her to me and started kissing her over her panties.

“Didn’t have dinner?” she asked giggling as her fingers slid into my hair and pulled my face into her.

“I did,” I mumbled, “but I am ready for dessert now.” With that, I started pulling her panties down, kissing her down her belly, then over her shaved pussy mound before taking her in my mouth.

“My God you are beautiful,” I said before licking her all along her slit as I pulled her panties all the way down.

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said giggling as she stepped out of her panties. Grabbing my hands, she made me stand up and led me to the bed. Pulling my underwear down, she said, “now, I want that monster inside me.”

“Not yet your highness,” I said kissing her lips, proud of myself because Mallika means Queen in English, “first, I need my dessert.” We kissed passionately, our tongues wrestling angrily with each other while I stripped off her bra. I was aching to eat her and went straight for the paradise between her legs once she was naked.

As badly as I wanted her, I took my time — I blew over her opening for a while, teasing her till she begged me to stop. For the next few minutes, I licked her up and down her slit. Then, opening her wide, I entered her with my tongue to be met by the familiar deliciousness of her juices. I tongue fucked her while devouring her wetness. Mallika started moaning alongthe way, clasping her hand on her mouth to muffle the sound.

I slid two fingers inside her as I switched my attention to her swollen clit.

I sucked, licked and gently bit on it while my fingers moved in and out of her her. She was gushing and my fingers were soaked with her dripping wetness.

“Oh God…oh God… oh God…” she kept moaning repeatedly as I ate her, her hips thrusting to the rhythm of my fingers as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm. She screamed a muffled scream, both her hands clasped over her mouth when she finally came, shaking violently.

I kept eating her, making her orgasm last a few minutes. She tried to make me stop when it finally passed, but I was far from done eating her.

I continued enjoying her heavenly juices and smoldering hot pussy, eating her harder and faster while continuing to drill her with my fingers. I ate her for close to an hour making her cum a second time, and then a third.

“Fuck me….please….” she groaned, panting heavily after her third orgasm passed when I showed no signs of relenting the oral assault on her pussy.

“No,” she said as I reached for the condom packet on the bedside table, “fuck that.” She had been stroking my shaft and guided it to her opening. “Fuck me hard,” she said rubbing it against her soaking wet pussy before guiding the head to her opening.

I entered her with one hard thrust. Still only about half of me was inside her. Going deeper and deeper with each thrust, it took 5-6 thrusts before I was all the way inside her.

“God, you are huge,” she gasped with pleasure as I started moving in and out of her.

Before long, I was slamming in and out of her hard and fast. “Ah, ah, ah…” Mallika kept groaning with each thrust.

Having already cum in her mouth earlier in the day, I was in no hurry to cum and kept pounding in and out of her.

Within a few minutes, I felt her pussy muscles start to contract and grip me harder and I knew she was nearing another orgasm. I wanted to cum with her even though I was close to the point of no return myself.

Pursing my lips and closing my eyes, I kept drilling her till I heard her muffled scream and felt the vibration of her entire body as she shook with an orgasm.

I exploded, slamming all the way into her as I emptied my load deep inside her. After I was spent, I collapsed on top of Mallika.

We kissed passionately, my limp member still buried inside her.

“WOW!” we gasped together before both of us burst out laughing. We lay there for over and hour, kissing and caressing the other’s sweaty body.

“I want more,” she said finally, reaching down and starting to stroke my shaft back to life.

We fucked three more times that night, using the breaks between each round to recharge ourselves.

After sucking me back to hardness, Mallika rode me till we both came together.

After the next break, I took her doggy style, before we fucked in the shower. Dawn was breaking by the time we stepped out of the shower. Mallika left a few minutes later, making me promise we would do this again every night while I was in Chennai.

Of course, I was only too happy to keep my promise.


THE END

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Reunion with Urvashi Didi

Ever since that fateful day when Sailesh tricked his cousin Urvashi Didi into having sex with him the first time, they had made innumerable sexy memories together. She was addicted to his cock and endurance and he to her body and sexual appetite. Amidst all that erotic bliss came two sad days for Sailesh.

The first was when he completed his graduation and moved out of Urvashi Didi’s house — sad because, from that day, the frequency of sex between them reduced to whenever her husband was out of town. The second sad day came when Urvashi Didi’s husband forced her to quit working. That meant she was now confined to home and could no longer sneak an hour or two away from work for a romp in the sack with Sailesh.

The two remained secret lovers for many years, and through all these years, their relationship went undetected by her husband. And yet, with the passing of time, he started to feel like something was off. He wasn’t sure what it was, but his Urvashi had changed and was changing. He got increasingly jealous and suspicious of whatever she did. He even suspected her of having an affair with someone (or with multiple men) from her workplace. It was this jealousy that made him force her to quit working. Their freedom lost, Sailesh and Urvashi didn’t get to meet — leave alone have sex — for close to a year. And then, luck started to change again for Sailesh.

They were planning a renovation of their house and a single income was putting a financial strain though they were quite well off. The first let-up came when, after much debate and argument, her husband agreed to let Urvashi start working again. With the second income adding to the savings for the renovation came the second lucky break — they needed a place to stay while their home was being remodeled. Sailesh’s parents were out of town attending a relative’s wedding. That meant available rooms to stay — providing Sailesh an opportunity for a reunion with the woman he ached for.

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He was almost asleep when something snapped him awake. Memories from his college years came flooding back when he would hear groans and moans of his Urvashi Didi from the next room while he lay in bed jerking off to thoughts of her husband fucking her.

She was moaning in the next room — only, this time, it was at Sailesh’s house and not hers. He had an instant boner. Getting out of bed, Sailesh tiptoed out of his room and over to the next room. The sounds of sex grew louder as he got closer. He heard his brother in law’s grunts with each thrust and Urvashi Didi’s moans clearly. Gulping hard and making a bold move, Sailesh tested the handle of their bedroom door — it wasn’t locked.

Sailesh opened the door a crack and peeped in. His beloved Urvashi Didi had her shirt unbuttoned, giving a clear view of her naked breasts and was riding her husband, who lay on the bed with his pants down to his knees and also his shirt unbuttoned.

As she rode him, she happened to glance towards the door and caught Sailesh watching. The look in her eyes said, ‘wish it was you I was riding’. Emboldened further by her expression, Sailesh dropped his shorts and underwear and released his erection from its confines. Urvashi Didi’s eyes moved from his eyes to his boner and she licked her lips hungrily. He knew she would have preferred to have his cock inside her hungry pussy instead of her husband’s.

Encouraged further, Sailesh started stroking his erection while watching his Didi fuck her husband. It didn’t last long. Within a couple minutes, her husband grunted, grabbed her ass as he thrust himself deep into his wife and erupted. She kept riding him till he was completely spent inside her and Sailesh watched, stroking his erection till she stopped, got off her husband, reached for her panties and put them on while giving him a full display of her cum-fulled pussy.

Closing the door behind him quietly, Sailesh sneaked back to his room. He had to relieve himself after that display. Getting rid of all his clothes, he got in his bed and continued stroking his hardness. A couple minutes later, his cell phone dinged.

“Don’t waste it. Save it for me,” was the message Urvashi Didi had sent him.

Groaning at the torture, Sailesh stopped stroking himself and tried to sleep. But sleep was hard to come by after what he had just witnessed. He tossed and turned and resisted the urge to jerk himself off.

Almost an hour later, his door opened and Urvashi Didi walked in, dressed in nothing but the pink shirt with all the buttons undone, her breasts, belly and pussy completely naked and on full display. She tiptoed to his bed and slid in next to him.

“Jiju?” Sailesh whispered.

“Sula diya,” she giggled, “added a sleeping pill to his milk, so he won’t be up for hours, however much noise we make.”

“Then why are we whispering?” Sailesh added.

“You are the one whispering,” she said laughing loudly, “come on, make me scream with pleasure the way you used to.” With that, she leaned and kissed him with an open mouth. His pent up passions surfaced and he sucked on her tongue hungrily.

“Oh God Didi, I missed you so much,” he said when they broke the kiss a few minutes later, gasping for breath.

“And I missed you,” she said “and him too” she added reaching between Sailesh’s legs and starting to stroke his rock hard cock, as they resumed kissing again. He reached into her shirt and grabbed both boobs, squeezing them hard. They played with each others’ mouths and bodies, building up the heat and hunger for each other for about ten minutes.

“Eat me,” she said when they finally stopped, ready to take it to the next level.

Sailesh had always loved eating Urvashi’s pussy and loved the taste of her cum. The idea of eating her cum-filled pussy was a new experience and Sailesh wondered how she would taste with her husband’s cum mixed with her juices.

Spreading her legs wide, he licked the inside of each thigh, from just above her knee till the edge of her pussy before turning his attention to her pussy. She was hot and filled with her husband’s cum, some of which was tricking out.

Sailesh licked the cum that was dripping out of her before sliding his tongue inside her. The combined effect of husband’s cum, mixed with her juices added a new flavor to the familiar taste Sailesh had come to love over the years.

Almost instantly, Urvashi Didi started moaning and thrusting her hips towards his mouth.

Once he had licked most of his Jiju’s cum out of her pussy, he shifted his attention to her swollen clit. Wrapping his lips around it, he sucked and flicked it with his tongue. Urvashi Didi gasped and grabbed his head, pulling him into her.

Her pussy was gushing with her juices and Sailesh ate her hungrily, having been deprived of her honey for over a year. With every passing moment, he ate her harder and harder, driving Urvashi over the edge in just over five minutes, when she came shaking and screaming with joy, tossing the pillows around as her pussy erupted in Sailesh’s mouth. He continued eating her right through her orgasm, grabbing her hips to keep his mouth wrapped around her mound.

“Oh Didi,” he said, licking his lips once her orgasm had passed, “I missed the taste of your cum.”

“I haven’t had an orgasm for the past year, my dear,” she said breathlessly, smiling contentedly.

Sailesh entered her, his hardness aching for her pussy. As tight as she was around his impressive erection, he shoved it all the way into her in one hard thrust. Urvashi gasped as he filled her. His shaft going places her husband’s cock couldn’t reach. Rolling her eyes, she savored the sensation of being speared and filled completely as Sailesh started moving in and out of her.

As he picked up his tempo, Urvashi wrapped her legs around his hip, pulling his shaft as deep into her as it could go. He bent over and kissed her hard and deep as she wrapped her hand around his head.

He didn’t last long. Within three minutes of drilling her, he exploded, spurt after spurt of his cum flooding her. Once he was spent, he collapsed on top of her, still kissing her lovingly.

They kissed for a couple minutes, before Urvashi pushed him off her and got on top. She was far from done for the night.

She took his limp cock in her hand and started stroking him and positioned her pussy for him to eat her. Once again, Sailesh first licked his own cum out of her dripping pussy before eating her pussy and devouring her flowing juices.

She stroked and sucked him till he was rock hard again.

“Ride me like you rode Jiju,” he said once he was ready for action again.

She mounted him and felt him fill her again, as she started riding him, Sailesh thrust his up to meet her downward rhythm.

“Your Jiju makes me do all the work,” she said, riding him faster, “he won’t even move his hips while I ride him.” Bending down, she kissed him while riding him faster and faster. He took turns kissing her mouth and sucking on her hard tits as he fucked her hard and deep.

This time, it took close to fifteen minutes of hard fucking before both of them exploded at the same time, screaming in pure sexual bliss.

Totally spent, they rested, kissing each other and caressing each others’ body.

“I want you again Didi,” Sailesh said after close to an hour. While she stroked him to full erection, he finger fucked her, while sucking on one tit after the other.

This time, he took her doggy style. Grabbing her hips for leverage, he pounded her hard and deep. Reaching up, he grabbed her boobs and pinched her nipples in rhythm with his strokes inside her.

She came within ten minutes of being stimulated both top and bottom. He fucked her right through her orgasm, making it last as she screamed and shook around his hardness. Having already cum twice, Sailesh was only getting started. Even after her orgasm passed, he continued pounding her. He then reached around her and stroked her clit while his shaft drilled her.

Ten more minutes later, she exploded again, her pussy muscles clasping his shaft, making him go over the edge and explode in her a third time.

After napping a couple hours, she led him to the shower and they fucked again for close to half an hour till they both came. They continued stimulating each other in the shower for a further half hour till they were both aroused again.

A year’s sexual drought meant neither of them wanted to stop now.

Back in bed, he fucked her two more times through the night, pounding her hard and deep for close to an hour each time, giving her orgasm after orgasm before creaming her.

It was close to dawn by the time exhaustion overtook their hunger for each other. Urvashi left for her bedroom, cum dripping out of her pussy and dribbling down her legs as Sailesh drifted off to sleep.

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“I woke up at 3 am last night and you weren’t there,” her husband said on day 6 of their stay at Sailesh’s place.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” she replied.

“And Sailesh treated you?” he snapped angrily.

“Yes!” she screamed back, “What do you want to hear? He fucks me better than you ever could ok? He fucks me all night long and keeps cumming even after he’s done it 3-4 times. Can you do that? He’s fucked me for years till you jailed me. That’s the truth, so what are you going to do?”

It was most unlike Urvashi to have an outburst like that. It was like a dam had just burst. For the most part a subservient Indian woman, she had always followed the path shown by her husband. She hadn’t even protested when he had forced her to quit her job. But there’s only so much human resilience can take. There’s a breaking point for everyone and Urvashi had just snapped.

Her husband was visibly shaken by her outburst and even Urvashi herself was stunned. Her hand instinctively went to her mouth, as if she could take back what she had just said. Her husband didn’t seem to know how to react. All these years, he had put on a masculine act at home, dominating his wife as a husband is expected to. However, in reality, he was far from an alpha male. A rather meek and spineless man outside his house, he was often pushed over at work.

Urvashi’s retaliation shook him and to his great surprise, he found himself getting an erection. Dressed only in his shorts, Urvashi noticed it too.

“You pervert!” she screamed, “I don’t believe the idea of Sailesh fucking his Didi turns you on!” With that she slammed the bedroom door behind her and stormed out to the kitchen. Alone now with her thoughts, she replayed what had just happened in her mind. She had finally come out of her husband’s shadows and she felt liberated. His reactions had come as a surprise to her. She had expected him to get angry but she hadn’t expected his wimpy arousal at the thought of his wife getting fucked by another man.

Sailesh hadn’t returned from work yet. Her husband had come home early to confront his wife about her visiting Sailesh’s bedroom last night. He had expected her to cry and apologize and be ashamed of what she had done. He had no idea this had been going on for years and he certainly wasn’t prepared for either her reaction to being confronted, or his sexual arousal at what she confessed in a surprising burst of anger.

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“Oh yes, yes, yes…harder Sailesh, harder,” Urvashi Didi moaned as Sailesh fucked her, his cock burying to the hilt inside her soaking wet pussy with each thrust.

She had made sure he would last by giving him a blowjob first. When he came in her mouth, she had swallowed as much of his cum as she could but a lot of his load spilled out of her mouth and down her chin and boobs.

Once he was spent, she had walked over to where her husband was sitting transfixed on a chair, stroking his hard-on. She had kissed him with some of Sailesh’s cum still in her mouth, making him lick the cum out of her mouth while she reached down and stroked him. She had then made him lick the spilled cum off her face and boobs before she sucked his cock to his climax. But when he came, she had taken his dick out of her mouth and let his seed spill all over the floor.

The servile Indian woman had transformed into a dominant wife towards her husband and submissive lover towards her cousin. This transformation had been surprising to her, as much as it was to Sailesh and her husband. Both men had been turned on even more than before by this new avatar of Urvashi. A plan had been hatched to let her husband watch Sailesh fuck her and tonight, that plan had been put into motion.

Once her husband was spent, she turned back to Sailesh. While she sucked and stroked him back to hardness, he ate her in 69 position. Even when he was hard again, he didn’t enter her immediately. Laying her on her back on the bed, he had enjoyed every inch of her naked body, kissing and licking her from head to toe and then back up. He had sucked hard on each boob till her nipples were raw before going down on her again.

Her husband watched Sailesh eat his wife to two back-to-back earth shattering orgasms. He had enjoyed her pussy thoroughly alternating between tongue fucking her and eating her clit while he finger fucked her. Each time she came, she had squirted violently in Sailesh’s mouth and he had hungrily lapped up her nectar. Watching the spectacle of his wife being enjoyed by her cousin had turned her husband on again by the time Sailesh finally entered her.

Sailesh’s impressive shaft — which was nearly twice the the size of her husband’s at full mast — was drilling her like a piston and she was urging him to go even faster.

After fucking her hard for close to fifteen minutes Sailesh had stiffened and grunted out loud. When he came, he thrust his shaft to the hilt inside Urvashi repeatedly as he emptied his seed in her.

Once he was spent, Urvashi had made her husband eat Sailesh’s the cum out of her pussy while she sucked her cousin’s limp cock. She had then made the two men eat both her holes. While her husband licked and shoved his tongue inside her ass hole, Sailesh ate her pussy. Fifteen minutes later, she came again squirting in Sailesh’s mouth.

Once her orgasm passed, her husband entered her ass hole while Sailesh entered her pussy at the same time. Sailesh kissed her mouth, sucking on her tongue while her husband reached around her and squeezed her boobs, playing with her hard nipples with his fingers.

Her body was on fire being enjoyed by both men. The two men fucked both her holes for nearly ten minutes before all three of them came at the same time — the men filling both her holes with their cum.

Even though her husband was totally spent, both Sailesh and Urvashi were beyond aroused and fucked repeatedly through the night in every imaginable position while her husband watched his wife being taken again and again.

By the time they fell asleep, Sailesh had creamed her four more times and she had cum as many times. Both men fucked together her again when they woke up a few hours later.

For the remaining days of their stay at Sailesh’s place, their threesomes became an everyday affair. Urvashi and her husband had found a new sexual spark in their married life. A spark they decided they would continue even when they had moved back into their renovated house.

Sailesh wasn’t complaining either. He had no idea this reunion with his Didi would take such an erotic new turn. As they loaded their luggage into the taxi to return to their home, he promised to be there at their place on Friday and spend the weekend in their bed every weekend.

He couldn’t wait for his weekly reunion with his dearest Urvashi Didi.



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Priyanka Pays Her Husband’s Debt

I was no virgin when I got married. I crossed that milestone just days after my 18th birthday — technically that is. My first sexual foray lasted all of 15 minutes in the backseat of a car on my 18th birthday….

• 5 minutes of rough kissing during which my boobs got squeezed and pussy rubbed over my clothes
  
• 3 minutes of frantic undressing till I was naked and he completely dressed
  
• 5 minutes of having both my nipples sucked raw while I pulled his cock out of his pants and stroked it
  
• And finally, 2 minutes of sucking of his cock till it exploded all over my face
  

YUCK! was my first reaction. This is sex? But I was determined not to judge it by just one experience and went one step further. It was the elder brother of Mr 15 minute wonder of my birthday. And this time, it lasted all of 30 minutes and I actually enjoyed the first 25. Just as rough and horny as his younger brother, the fact that he was more experienced probably made sure it wasn’t as much of a disappointment. Here’s how that went.

• 5 minutes of gentle, passionate kissing during which my body was pawed and caressed over my clothes. All the gentleness went out the window once my jeans were unzipped and unbuttoned.
  
• 5 minutes of rough and hard kissing during which his hands went from rubbing me over my panties to inside my panties till a couple of his fingers opened me and tried to find their way in. That’s when I stopped him and said, “It’s my first time and I want your other finger in there first.”
  
• That took his lust to a whole new level and he literally ripped my clothes off in a record 1 minute till I was down to my bra and panties.
  
• Where his younger brother had ravaged my nipples for 5 minutes, the older brother devoured them for 10, but during this time, he also caressed my breasts, licked them and made them feel loved while his fingers rubbed my opening gently over my panties. Once the panties came off and he set his eyes on my bushy virgin pussy, all bets were off. He spread my legs wide and ate me wild. As rough as he was, he was skilled too and I came within just 4 minutes.
  
• My first orgasm was the end of my pleasure and start of 5 minutes of pure agony as his lust unleashed the monster in him. He shoved his erection inside me in one hard stroke totally unmindful of the pain I went through as my hymen broke. He took my scream of pain to be that of pleasure and pounded me for all of 5 minutes before he deposited his cum inside me.
  

When he got off the bed 2 minutes later, dressed up and left, I lay naked on the bed, feeling totally used and violated.

I am Priyanka, by the way. Now 24, I hail from a conservative Gujarati family and am married and settled in New Zealand.

If I wasn’t a romantic, my pre-marital sexual experiences would probably have stopped there. But I had this notion of finding Mr Right — in every way, including sexual — and went about my search of him in right earnest. I discovered dicks of various shapes and sizes — from puny 3″ at full mast to respectable 6″. I had been through five partners in three years and none that was even close to being Mr Perfect. Most of them went from day to day waiting for their next chance of fucking me. The underlying feeling with each of them was that I ended up feeling inferior — there for their pleasure, to spread my legs at their will — to be eaten (though rarely), fingered or pounded for a few minutes till they came.

That’s when I met a guy I who thought may be the one. A Punjabi, he wasn’t exactly prince charming, but his 7-inches came the closest to sexual pleasure. At least some of the times, he tried to see me to a happy ending after he was done. He was considerate and I didn’t feel used when I was with him — at least not most of the times. Till the day he took my ass. He showed his true colors that day and left me crying in pain.

All my dreams shattered, I broke up with him and went back to the one who had been least offensive. Over the next year, he fucked me just 18 times (an average of 1.5 times a month) and I took that as an indicator of him not being horny and gave him extra points for it.

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After marriage, we moved to New Zealand and I was looking forward to my romantic and sexual dreams coming true — away from prying eyes and ears of the typical Indian household back home.

While he was super sweet and nice, he just didn’t have the sexual drive I had hoped he would have. While the first month wasn’t bad, it soon settled into a weekly-once rhythm of Saturday night sex, like it was a ritual or something.

Soon, friction between grew and we fought more frequently than we made love. When I cried on one of the calls with mom she got worried and asked me what was wrong. Without getting into the details, I told her about our frequent fights. “Try for a baby,” was her solution. “Once you have a baby, everything will be alright.” Seriously?!? I was appalled. Here I wasn’t sure my marriage would last the year and my family was suggesting I make it that much harder to walk away from? What was wrong with them?

As our fights increased in frequency, he seemed to spend lesser and lesser time at home. I would have suspected him of having an affair if he hadn’t seemed to stressed out all the time. Knowing his libido and appetite, it was highly unlikely anyone would want him for his ability to perform in bed. Nor was he a rich guy with deep pockets for a gold-digger to fancy him. It was either the marriage or — as he claimed — the stress of work that was eating at him. At least, that’s what I thought till a thug showed up at home one day.

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My husband had left for office and after cleaning up the breakfast table and washing the dishes, I got in the shower. As dry as our marriage had become, masturbating in the shower had become my routine. I had been pleasuring myself for close to ten minutes and starting to feel my body respond when I heard the doorbell. “FUCK! what timing.” I thought angrily.

As the person at the door kept ringing the doorbell and knocking, I toweled myself dry in a hurry, threw on a sleeveless spaghetti-strap dress that was lying on the bed and hurried to answer the door.

The man at the door was so tall that, even though he was standing three steps down, I had to look up. He was wearing a tight grey tee-shirt that looked to be two sizes too short for him. His arms were as thick as my thighs at their highest point and his chiseled torso stretched his shirt almost to ripping point.

When I told him that my husband wasn’t at home, he said he was a collection agent. Worried and wanting to be as polite as possible, I invited him in and offered him some water. Over the next few minutes, the earth seemed to shift from under my feet.

I learned that the ‘late hours’ my husband had been spending at work were actually being spent at an illegal casino, run by some of the most ruthless criminals who was in the news at least once a month for one horrible reason or the other. Over the past few months, my husband had run up a gambling debt that I realized was the real cause of his growing anxiety and stress. Having missed his payments the last three times, this thug had been sent with instructions to “get a few fingers if he couldn’t get the cash out of my husband.”

I started sobbing uncontrollably — what had he got us into???

“Ma’am please,” he said in the most gentle of tones, “don’t cry. I am not here to hurt you.” As menacing a creature as he was, he had been most polite and gentle talking to me. And yet, sheer terror shook me to my bones as I had a meltdown. Trained to strong-arm defaulting men, he was all at sea dealing with the man’s crying wife and looked increasingly uncomfortable. When his spoken reassurances hadn’t worked, he moved to the edge of the couch and raised his arms in surrender trying to pacify me. When that didn’t work, he got off the couch and headed towards the door to make a hasty retreat.

He just couldn’t leave a woman crying and stopped by the door. After hesitating there for a few moments, he retraced his steps and sat next to me on the couch. Putting his giant arms around my shoulders, he “hush….hush…hush….” in the most soothing and gentle ways, trying to get me to calm down. My mind just wasn’t there and I just let him hold me and cried my heart out on his wall of a chest.

I am not sure what caused it — was it my high state of arousal in the shower crashing into pure terror so quickly? Was it the fact that I had forgotten to put on my bra and panties in the hurry to answer to door and just realized how naked I was under the flimsy dress? Was it his masculinity engulfing me in the embrace? Was it the amazement at the gentleness coming from someone so obviously rough? Was it the sexual drought of close to three weeks… or a combination of factors, I don’t know, but I felt myself go wet and my nipples harden and strain the thin fabric of the dress.

I don’t know if it was the next few seconds, minutes or what — it’s a blank blur in my mind — but the next thing I remember is that I was kissing the beast hungrily, my tongue deep in his mouth, embracing his tongue. My hand had guided his between my legs and he was caressing my moist opening gently. His free hand slid the spaghetti strap of my dress off my shoulder. He proceeded to kiss and lick me all along my neck and bare shoulder, while he slid the strap off my other shoulder as well.

Before long, his lips and tongue were pleasuring the top of my breasts and inching down the valley between them. He guided my dress lower and lower till he freed my breasts from its confines.

Meanwhile, my hand had unzipped his pants, pulled them down to his knees and was caressing his manhood over his underwear.

I moaned in pleasure as he took one hard nipple in his mouth and pulled his underwear down. As his fingers pinched my free nipple, I reached for his cock.

It couldn’t be! He seemed to be so wide that, as I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers could touch my thumb. As I started stroking him, he seemed to go on and on. As he sucked one nipple followed by the other, caressing the free breast and nipple, he was sending electric shock waves through my body. As much as I was enjoying him enjoying me, I was aching to see his member. It seemed to be impossibly large.

After what seemed like an eternity, he decided to move on past my breasts and let me go. This was my chance.

Getting on my knees, I gasped at the size of his enormous cock, which was barely stirring and not even fully erect.

I kissed him from the base of his pole to the tip before taking the head of his cock in my mouth. I licked all around his head with my tongue while my hand started stroking him. As I stroked and sucked him, he started going harder and swelled up to nearly twice the already enormous size he had been when I first lay eyes on his member. A part of my brain screamed — he won’t fit in you, while the other ached to feel him spear me.

Once his pillar of manhood was fully erect, he made me stop and stand up. Letting me dress fall to the floor, he effortlessly picked up my stark naked body and carried me back to the couch.

Lifting my legs high over his shoulders, he buried his face between them, taking my dripping wet pussy in his mouth.

He ate me like I’d never been eaten before. Every nerve ending in my body was firing and it wasn’t long before my first orgasm hit me like a tsunami. I know I squirted and expected him to let go, but he ate me with even more gusto, devouring my nectar as if he had been hungry for days.

Just as my first orgasm seemed to be passing, I was hit by a second and then a third. I felt like I would die of pure pleasure. He seemed insatiable as he continued devouring my pussy like it was the most enjoyable experience for him. I don’t know for how long he ate me, but it seemed like moments and hours at the same time.

“Ma’am, you’re simply delicious,” he said when he finally let go of my pussy.

“Fuck me,” I gasped between pants. As exhausted as I was, I wanted him inside me.

In reply, he moved up and kissed me while rubbing his shaft against my dripping wet pussy to lubricate it. After a few moments, he pressed the head of his member against my opening and started pushing his way in. He was impossibly large and I knew there was no way all of him could fit inside me. He pulled back before pushing a little more into me. I watched mesmerized as he buried a little more of his hardness inside me with every push. It took well over two minutes before I felt him inside me, touching places I didn’t even know existed in me. And yet, he was only three-fourths of the way in.

I was stretched to my limit and he seemed determined to get all of him in me as he kept inching his way deeper and deeper. Once he was all the way in me, he stopped. Buried to the hilt inside me, he leaned in and kissed me passionately. I couldn’t help but respond to this perfect specimen of masculinity that could break me like a twig, but was being as gentle as if I was the most delicate feather.

As he started moving in and out of me slowly, he took turns sucking each of my nipples.

I was gasping, moaning and groaning in pleasure with every movement of his.

His shaft was pleasuring me in ways I didn’t even know I could be pleasured in.

He started increasing his tempo gradually as he moved in and out of me. I came all around his shaft within a few minutes.

Encouraged by my orgasm, he started moving even faster, almost pulling all the way out, before thrusting all the way in.

He seemed to have inhuman endurance and stamina as he kept fucking me relentlessly. He fucked me for an impossible 30 minutes, making me orgasm two more times. I felt it coming when his cock started pulsating inside me.

“Aaaaaahhhhhhh……” he bellowed, arched his back and exploded. I felt his warm cum flood deep within me. Spurt after spurt kept exploding out of him like an angry volcano, filling me to the brim. He kept pounding me for close to a minute after he was fully spent, before collapsing on top of me.

“WOW! You’re incredible,” I said, kissing him in gratitude for having ended my sexual drought in such a spectacular way.

“Ma’am,” he said between pants, still breathing hard, “You are both the most beautiful and the tightest woman I have ever fucked.”

We just lay there kissing and caressing each other for a while. I felt his cock start to stir again in my hand as I caressed it lovingly. Surprised, I looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

“Already?” I asked, amazed at how quickly he was starting to go hard again.

“Ma’am,” he said kissing me, “you know I can’t do anything about the gambling debt right? I am just a collection agent. This doesn’t get your husband off the hook.”

“Oh fuck the debt,” I said, “This is the most incredible sex I’ve ever had. I want you to fuck me all day if you want to, no strings attached.”

He took me four more times through the day. By the time he left, my body was sore all over and I could barely walk. But I was the happiest, most content woman in the world.

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I took a long shower before getting ready by the time my husband arrived home from work. We had a show down and he confessed about his gambling addiction. As he broke down with his face in his hands, I felt just pity for him — no anger, no animosity, no hatred. Just pity for the miserable excuse for a man that I had married.

“He said he will be back tomorrow, and would keep coming back till he finally got you,” I said handing my husband the card he had left with me. “He also said that, if you want all your body parts intact, you would do the smart thing — go there and pay off your debts.”

“They will kill me,” he whimpered, shaking his head.

“No they won’t.” I said, “they want their money back. Killing you won’t help. They may beat you up as a warning, but they won’t kill you.” My voice was stone cold as I said this, and he looked at me, a mixture of fear and pleading in his pathetic eyes.

“I can’t… I can’t…” he kept mumbling, his head back in his hands as he sobbed.

“Ok,” I said, “I will take care of it.”

“How?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, “maybe dad will help, maybe I will sell some of my jewelry.” I held up my hand as he tried to speak and protest, “let me complete. But once this is taken care of, we are done. You are going to sign an unconditional divorce… deal?”

After trying to talk me out of the ultimatum for while, he realized that my mind was made up and gave in, agreeing to my terms.

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The collection agent had returned at 10 am, two days later as promised, about half an hour after my husband left for office.

After I let him in, I had led him straight to the shower. Burning with hunger and passion, we had undressed each other hurriedly, while kissing and caressing each others’ bodies. Once naked, we had stepped into the shower together.

Lifting me up as easily as if I was a plastic toy, he turned me around upside down. With my legs over his shoulders, he buried his tongue in me.

Reaching for his partially erect member, I started sucking and stroking him. His mouth and the warm water from the shower attacking my tender pussy simultaneously had me cumming within minutes.

Like the previous day, he ate me right through my orgasm and continued eating me, devouring my honey as if it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in life. I came one more time before he was fully erect and ready to take me.

Also like the previous day, he took his time penetrating me fully. And like the previous day, he fucked me for close to thirty minutes, through two more earth-shattering orgasms before unloading his seed inside me.

Unlike the previous day though, he didn’t need a break today, he carried me naked out of the shower and tossed me on the bed and mounted me doggy-style. Nearly half an hour later, I had taken his second load inside me.

We took a break then, wrapped around each other in a naked tangle.

“Let me fix us something to eat,” I said finally, reaching for my bra and panties that had been scattered on the bed before we headed to the shower.

“No,” he said, grabbing my hand and whisking my underwear out of it, “cook if you want to, but you aren’t wearing any clothes yet.”

I protested and tried to take them back from him, but he would have nothing of it.

“Fine, have it your way,” I said finally. Getting off the bed, I headed to the kitchen stark naked. I could feel his cum leak out of my pussy and trickle down my thighs and smiled at how my husband’s stupid gambling addiction had turned my sex life around in the most spectacular way imaginable.

“Let’s see what cums first — food or me,” he said grabbing me from behind.

He took me doggy style on the kitchen counter. By the time he came in me, the food I had been trying to cook was burned to a crisp.

Laughing, he grabbed his cell phone that he had set down on the dining table when he walked into the kitchen and ordered some food to be delivered. We have an hour, he said with a twinkle and fucked me again on the living room floor while waiting for the food to arrive. He had just cum when the door bell rang. He pulled out, his cock still dripping cum and rushed to the bathroom. Wrapping a towel around him, he answered the rood and received the food.

If he wasn’t so massive or if the delivery boy was tall enough to look over his shoulder, he would have been able to see straight at my cum-stuffed pussy, as I lay naked just a few feet away, my legs spread wide.

“So tell me about these guys,” I said. It was 3:30 pm now and we had just finished eating — naked.

He told me they were three brothers. The third generation of the local gang and utterly ruthless. He had started as a bouncer at their casino a few years ago and had worked his way up to the position of a collection agent.

“Yours was my first assignment, believe it or not,” he concluded.

“So, you think they would harm me if I gave them the money?” I asked.

“I don’t think so,” he said wiping his lips as he gulped down the last of his food, “violence is usually used only to give a message and maintain their dominance. But where did you get the money? I checked — as I am expected to — neither of your banks had that kind of money till yesterday.

“I sold some of my jewelry,” I said.

“I am sorry,”

“I am not,” I replied smiling and patting his hand, “If he hadn’t messed up, I would have missed out on the best sex of my life,”

“You’re turning me on now,” he said getting off the chair and reaching for her. We spent the rest of the afternoon in bed and he left an hour before my husband was due to return from work.

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The following day, my husband left for work at 9 am as usual and I headed out to the casino soon thereafter. I had put the cash I had got by selling my jewelry into a few shopping bags.

At the entrance, I told the bouncer — another giant of a man — that I was here to pay my husband’s debt and he led me up a winding staircase and then through a couple rooms to a back room — their den, I assumed.

Bracing myself and taking a deep breath and glanced at my wrist watch — 9:30 am it said, as I opened the door and entered.

The three brothers and their father were sitting on couches around a coffee table, in a serious conversation when I entered.

I tossed the shopping bags in their direction, “here’s your cash,” I said, “leave my husband alone.”

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“You can take those bags too,” the father said zipping his pants and winking at me, “consider the debt paid in full.”

“And you can use the facilities for free anytime you want,” the oldest son added, still wiping his limp cock, “in exchange for a night with us afterwards.”

After tossing the cash towards them and asking them to leave my husband alone, I had proceeded to strip naked while they gaped with naked lust in their eyes, “or you can take me instead to your heart’s content, as long as I am home by 7 pm, before my husband returns from work.”

For the next 9 hours, father and sons had enjoyed me individually and together. At one time, I had a cock in my pussy, one in my ass, one in my mouth and one in my hand. I had lost count of the number of loads I had taken. By the time each one of them was done cumming, the first was ready to go again. While they took breaks, I got none. They fucked me mercilessly and I enjoyed every moment of it, screaming with joy as orgasm after orgasm rocked my body.

They had kept my underwear as a memoir of the most erotic debt repayment they had ever got. As I headed for the door, the father added, “Your husband is welcome here anytime he wants to.” They had called their driver some time back and asked him to be ready at 6:45 to drive me back home.

“I will have to reconsider the divorce,” I thought as I settled in the car and the driver pulled out of the parking lot, “maybe this is not such a bad deal after all.”




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Neighbor’s Battered Wife



The siren was blaring as the ambulance weaved through traffic. It was just past midnight and the traffic in Mumbai — the city that never sleeps — was brutal in spite of the hour. We would have been tossed around if we weren’t strapped in.

It seemed like a race against time. Would the city traffic slow us down enough to cause maximum damage or would the ambulance driver be able to beat the traffic and get us to the hospital in time. Ok, maybe I was over-dramatizing it just a little bit. The damage wasn’t life threatening. It had been just 10 minutes that we had been in the ambulance but it felt like we had been driving for hours. Time has a way of seeming to slow down at times like these.

Ten more minutes later, we were pulling into the emergency entrance at the hospital. Soon thereafter, Arundhati was in surgery and I was answering questions from the hospital staff and the security officer about what had happened.

How does an 18 year old end up mixed up in a family drama of abuse that ends up in the hospital with the security officer getting involved? It was hard for my teenage brain to come to grips with the situation I had found myself in. It had all started a few months ago.

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After losing my virginity to Zara, a visitor from Dhaka and losing her contact information when she returned to her country, I went through a phase of horny depression. She had freed a caged animal who now had no release.

Arundhati and her husband Narayan moved into the ground floor apartment across the street a few months after Zara had gone back to Dhaka. My bedroom window was one floor above their apartment and overlooked their living room, bathroom and the master bedroom. Narayan was in his mid-40s and worked as the foreman in a factory. He was significantly older than Arundhati, who appeared to be in her late 20s or early 30s — significantly older than me.

Normally, they wouldn’t have been able to afford to either buy or rent the apartment on his income. I learned much later that he had used part of his dowry to get the new place. Their arrival changed my life. For starters, my quiet evenings became history. Their arguments were loud enough to waft across the street. While I couldn’t usually make out the words, there was no mistaking the heated words exchanged, the screaming and crying.

Most of their marital problems stemmed from the fact that Narayan was an alcoholic with a very low alcoholic resistance level. He would come home drunk every evening and that invariably meant arguments and fights between husband and wife. Why they left their windows open beat me. If they shut them and put up some dbangs, it might have muffled some of the noise, but for whatever reason, they didn’t.

After a few weeks, I got used to the evening arguments and for the most part ignored it. It wasn’t my business and I had no interest in the family problems of my new neighbors. However, curiosity got the better of me late one morning when I heard what sounded like crying. Making my way to the window, I looked across the street — starting with the living room window, then the bedroom and finally the bathroom.

What I saw made my jaw drop. She was masturbating in the shower area with what looked like a dildo or vibrator. Her moaning had got progressively louder till it reached my ears and as I watched her masturbate, it kept getting louder and louder as she inched closer and closer to her orgasm.

She screamed and shook when it finally hit, rocking her body. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had just watched my neighbor’s wife masturbate herself to an orgasm.

That one incident had turned me into a voyeur. On my college vacation, I had all the time in the world and by the next morning, I had set up quite a monitoring system at my bedroom window.

My telescopic zoom camera was set up on a tripod with a trip wire so I could take pictures without being behind the viewfinder. A camcorder was also set up next to it for me to record video. A chair was set next to it with my camping binoculars on them. It wasn’t my lucky day though. She must have had her shower before I even woke up. The same happened the next two days too.

I finally got lucky on Saturday. While her husband slept in their bed, she had put on quite a display for me, masturbating in the shower. Her husband had slept through all her moaning and screaming as she masturbated for close to half an hour before a loud, screaming orgasm shook her.

I got a number of pictures — both close up and long shot and a full high definition video of her show. I had also watched it up close and personal through my binoculars. I couldn’t help masturbating while watching her. WOW!

This was going to be both an erotic bonanza if it continued and also an ultimate torture with such a hot woman living right next door and yet so far out of reach.

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Over the next few weeks, my library of Arundhati’s pictures and videos kept growing. I had her masturbating in the shower a few times, her husband fucking her in bed a few times and on one night, I saw him take her against her wish.

He was stone drunk as usual and what started as an argument took on a physical turn when he force-stripped her naked before forcing her down on her belly on the floor and taking her brutally till he exploded five minutes later inside her ass.

I had masturbated almost every time I watched and recorded her and I couldn’t help masturbating while watching her husband take her mercilessly, making her cry in pain as he pounded her ass.

After it was over, I watched her crying naked on the floor while her husband passed out next to her. I felt ashamed of myself for being turned on by this woman’s helpless plight and abuse.

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My erotic and voyeuristic bonanza came to a head tonight. He came home — drunk as usual and the customary arguments ensued. However today, things took a turn for the worst when he tried to fuck her against her wish. He had managed to strip her naked and was trying to pin her down when she slapped him. That pushed him over the edge and he started beating and kicking her.

Oh SHIT!!!!! I just saw blood spurt out of her mouth when he slapped her hard. I acted on impulse, not thinking. I called the ambulance while running out of my apartment, down the stairs, across the street and into their campus.

By the time I reached their door, I could hear hysterical screams. I was appalled that none of their neighbors had done anything yet. When repeated knocking got no response, I contemplated whether I could break the door down the way heroes do in movies or whether I could pick the lock.

On impulse, I tried the door knob and it opened! They hadn’t even bothered to lock the door!!!

I found her lying naked on the floor unconscious, blood gushing out of a cut in her forehead, her nose and mouth, a number of bruises on her body.

Narayan, also naked was groaning in pain, his hands clutching his balls. She must have managed to kick him in the balls before he threw her against the dining table, where she must have hit her head and passed out.

I had no idea what to do. My heart was pounding, adrenaline making me react on impulse and clouding my ability to think clearly. I rushed to the kitchen. Drenching the kitchen towel in tap water, I rushed back to the living room.

I dabbed the wet cloth on the cuts in her forehead and mouth, wiping away the blood. A couple minutes later, she started stirring and eventually woke up. It took her a moment or two to realize there was a stranger in the room tending to her…and that she was stark naked.

“Don’t worry,” I tried to reassure her as she tried to cover herself with her hands and push away from me, “it’s ok, you are hurt. Try and stay still.”

By the time the ambulance arrived, she had calmed down as much as possible and had covered herself with the saree I handed her at her request. I hadn’t in my wildest dreams expected the erotic show from across the street to turn into a night of horror and brutal violence.

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“Thank you for last night,” she said as I sat on the edge of her bed in the hospital.

“Don’t mention it,” I said, “it’s the least a neighbor could do.”

“But how did you know?”

“I live across the street. I heard screams and when I looked out the window, I saw him hit you. I called the ambulance and ran across to try and stop him. But you were unconscious by the time I got there. I am sorry I couldn’t get there sooner.”

“Well, thanks for getting there,” she said sipping water. The cut on her forehead had been stitched and her other injuries treated. Even bandaged and bruised, she looked gorgeous to me. But then, I was a horny 18 year old who had been masturbating watching her for a while now. She had no idea that last night wasn’t the first time I had seen her naked and I had no intention of telling her either.

It wasn’t the ideal circumstance for a formal introduction, but over the hour that I spent with her, we got to know a little about each other.

She was Narayan’s second wife. His first had passed away a couple years ago. He had a daughter from his first marriage who was in a boarding college. She had fallen for the vulnerable single father and married him against her parents’ wishes. Even though they finally relented and got her married to him — and gave a generous enough dowry that had helped him buy the apartment — they had cut all ties with her. And now, she knew they were right and she had made a huge mistake that she would have to pay for alone.

“Where’s my husband?” she asked eventually.

“The security officer took him into custody after he was checked by the doctors last night.” She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. I waited a while longer to see if she would wake up before returning home.

I visited her in the hospital the next day too and was glad to know that her injuries were minor enough for her to be discharged that evening.

I was there as she checked out and accompanied her home. Once she was finally settled in, we exchanged phone numbers and I bid her good night and returned home.

She called me the next day to check if I was busy. I wasn’t. She wanted to know if I would keep her company. I said I would love it and went over to her place. She was cooking lunch and we ate together.

We talked over lunch and thereafter and she told me what I already knew. That her husband was an alcoholic who abused her emotionally, verbally and physically when he was drunk. When he was sober, he was the perfect gentleman and the nicest man you could meet.

But he had crossed a boundary and she couldn’t live with him anymore. Being forced to have sex with him was one thing, but she wasn’t going to let him beat her up anymore.

She said she intended to press charges and also file for divorce.

I confessed that I had seen and heard them argue in the past — of course I left out the parts about watching him fuck her and watching her while she showered and masturbated. But, my confession told her that I could look into her house and I fully expected the windows to now be closed and dbangs to go up. And yet, none of that happened.

The next day, I watched, took pictures of, and videoed her as she she showered and masturbated. After she came and her orgasm passed, she looked straight at me through her bathroom window and smiled. I was caught and she didn’t seem to mind! I couldn’t believe my luck. She then proceeded to dbang herself in a towel and got out of the shower. In her bedroom, she dropped the towel and looked in my direction, a naughty smile on her face. She took her time dressing up, looking in my direction every few minutes and when she was finally dressed, she stepped to the window. Extending one hand, she made the ‘come over’ gesture with her finger.

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“So, how long has this been going on?” she asked. Her tone wasn’t accusing or angry. If anything there was an amused, naughtiness in her voice. We were sitting across the dining table.

“A while,” I said looking down, embarrassed.

“What all have you seen?”

“A lot”

“Seen me shower before?”

“Yes.” I still had my eyes and head bowed down.

“Seen me cook?” I nodded yes.

“Seen us fight?”… I nodded yes again.

“Seen us sleep?”….yes

“Seen me getting fucked? I looked up, taken aback by the directness of her question. “It’s ok. I just want to know. Ok?”

“Yes,” I said, gulping and going red.

“Liked what you saw?” I shook my head ‘no’. “No?” she asked seemingly surprised, “Why?”

“Because, it never seemed like you enjoyed it.” I replied. “He even fucked you when you didn’t want him to. That’s bang you know, even though you are married to him.”

“I know,” she said, looking down in shame now, “but you have to understand that I loved him… till he hit me. Now I hate him.”

“I totally understand,” I said placing my hand over hers reassuringly.

“I had a lot of dreams when I married him. I believed we would live happily ever after. That he would love me forever. That all it would take is my love to make him quit drinking. He said he started drinking after his first wife’s death. Now, I am not so sure anymore. It’s just as possible that he hit her too when he was drunk and maybe it went too far one day. Who knows…”

I didn’t know what to say to that and just kept silent.

“I wanted him to love me, and I believed he did. Before we got married, he would make gentle love to me. The last time we made love that way was the night of our marriage. That was also the only time he fucked me twice in a day.” I couldn’t believe she was telling me all these details of their sexual life. “Since then, all he’s done is treat me like his property to fuck whenever he wanted to — with no thought to my own pleasure and needs. I had to pleasure myself when I could.” she concluded.

“I know.” I said. She raised an eyebrow in a silent question.

“I have seen you shower remember?” I said by way of explanation and she blushed, her pretty face going beet red. We just say there at the dining table, an awkward silence between us.

“Liked what you saw?” she asked finally. No I shook my head.

“No?” she asked, “you don’t like me?”

“It’s not that…” I said hesitating, “someone as beautiful and sexy as you shouldn’t have to pleasure yourself.”

“Oh!” she said, getting off her chair and walking over to me. Sitting down in my lap, she caressed my face with her fingers, “would you like to make me happy?”

There was no mistaking the invitation. She sealed it when she bent down and kissed me. As her tongue entered my mouth, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast over her dress. I squeezed and she moaned in my mouth.

We kissed for what seemed like an eternity with her on my lap at the dining table. Both my hands were all over her body. After caressing and squeezing her boobs, I had caressed her back and cupped her butt cheeks before caressing the insides of her thighs and eventually her pussy over her clothes.

As I started undressing her, she broke the kiss and got off my lap. With her hands were all over me, taking my clothes off as I started shed hers, she led us to the bedroom. We were both naked and hungry by the time we reached the bed. I threw her on the bed and grabbed her legs. Spreading her legs wide, I went straight for her shaved pussy.

“Aaaaahhhhh…..yessssssss,” she groaned as I entered her with my tongue. She was soaking wet and I lapped up her juices. She let me eat her for a while before turning me on my back and getting on top. She sat on my face, giving me unhindered access to her pussy while she took my hardness in her mouth.

I groaned in pleasure into her pussy as she stroked and sucked me. She was moaning over my shaft as she sucked, licked and stroked it.

I knew I wouldn’t last long when she cupped my balls and squeezed them gently, making me groan.

Both of us were so turned on that neither of us lasted long. We both erupted into each others’ mouths within three minutes, her heavenly nectar gushing into my mouth as I exploded in hers.

“Join me for lunch?” she asked getting off the bed once we were done.

“Sure,” I said, watching her as she covered her naked body with a towel and made her way towards the kitchen.

I took a nap while she cooked. I woke up an hour later to the delicious aroma of food. I found my underwear lying at the entrance to the bedroom. I put it on and made my way to the kitchen.

Arundhati was still dressed only in the towel she had covered herself in. She smiled as she watched me make my way towards her.

Getting behind her, I kissed her neck as my hands cupped her boobs.

“Hungry?” she asked.

“For you,” I said nodding into her shoulder, licking her.

“Later,” she said pushing my head back, “first some food.” She had already set the table for two. She pushed me away and carried the food she’d cooked to the dining table. We sat across from each other to eat. Mid way through the lunch, she reached her leg beneath the dining table and started caressing me over my underwear with her feet.

“You are hard already,” she said surprised. “I can’t wait for my dessert.” she added winking.

“Me either,” I said and that was the end of lunch. Back in bed, I ate her while she sucked me. She came twice in my mouth before I came, feeding her my cum. We slept in a tangle and did it again when we woke up a couple hours later.

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There seemed to be an unspoken boundary between us. Neither spoke about it, but there seemed to be an automatic understanding that penetration was off limits. She’d give me the most mind blowing blowjobs and hand jobs and I would eat her for hours through orgasm after orgasm but that stayed the extent of our little arrangement for months.

“Want to come over? I feel like celebrating.” She said when she called me one evening.

“Do you still have to ask?” I said, laughing into the phone, “be right over.”

She was grinning from ear to ear, holding up an envelope when she opened the door for me. “Freedom!!!!” she shrieked as she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard.

“Freedom?” I asked when she broke the kiss.

“The divorce is final,” she explained waving the envelope before my face, “I am finally free of him.”

“Oh,” I said following her into the house and closing the door behind me.

“And I want to celebrate all night,” she added, “think you can keep going all night?”

“Only one way to find out,” I said starting to unbutton my shirt.

We stripped each other naked as I followed her to the bedroom kissing her passionately all along the way. She had her legs open for me as she lay down and we ate each other to our respective orgasms.

“Want to take it further?” she asked as she caressed my hair as we lay panting in a naked embrace.

“Further?” I asked, though I had a fair idea what she was suggesting. In reply, she got off the bed and grabbed my hand. After I got of the bed, she grabbed my limp cock and led me to the bathroom — the place where I had first seen her masturbate from my bedroom window. It was only apt that this is where we would fuck for the first time — at least that’s what I thought she meant by taking it further.

As the shower drenched us, we kissed and caressed each others’ body. She stroked me till I was hard again.

“Ready?” she said spreading her legs.

“If you are,” I replied rubbing the head of my cock against her opening. She groaned in pleasure when I entered her. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” I whispered into her neck as I buried my hardness to the hilt inside her.

“I know,” she moaned, her eyes closed, feeling every inch of me fill her up, “I have too.”

Kissing her, I started moving in and out of her. Her pussy muscles clenched around my hardness, pulling me into her with every thrust.

“Harder,” she moaned, urging me on as I sucked on her nipple while pinching the other one. I increased my tempo steadily till I was slamming her hard and deep. She screamed and came all around my shaft within minutes.

Having already cum once not so long ago, I was in no hurry and kept pounding her right through her orgasm, making it last longer than it otherwise would have lasted. She came a second time after ten more minutes of fucking and this time I exploded inside her moments after her orgasm hit.

“Wow! That was incredible,” she said, as she took some of the cum dripping out of her pussy with her fingers and licked them, “but I am sure I will want more later.”

“Me too,” I said kissing her hungrily.

Out of the shower, we decided to feed our hungry bodies. I insisted she cook naked and let me enjoy her body while she cooked. I kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her naked body while she cooked and was hard again by the time she was done cooking.

I suggested we let the food wait a little making her giggle as I led her to the bedroom and fucked her again in bed. This time, it took me nearly an hour before I creamed her pussy. She had cum two more times while I fucked her.

We finally ate the dinner she had cooked. Dinner got erotic as she rubbed the food on her body and made me lick it off her. By the time we are done eating the food off each others’ bodies, I was hard again. I fucked and creamed her two more times that night before we finally drifted off to sleep.

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When we woke up the next morning, she told me she had decided to sell the apartment and move because it had too many bad memories.

I had selfishly tried my best to talk her out of selling the place because it would mean the end of what we had going if she moved away. I even tried emotional blackmail, telling her how I had lost Zara and didn’t want to lose her too, but her mind was made up.

“I am much too old for you,” she said, “as much as I am enjoying what we have going, it can’t last forever. You deserve someone your own age. I am damaged goods and am certainly no cradle thief. Besides, I need to find myself and need to make a clean break from this place.”

No matter how much I tried to reason with her, she just wouldn’t listen. “Who knows,” she said, “I may not be able to sell this place and you may get your wish. Why spoil today thinking about what tomorrow may bring? Now, let’s not waste time debating.” she said reaching down and starting to stroke my half-hard cock, “I have been aching to feel you inside me since I woke up.”

We fucked throughout the day. She was just insatiable and the more I fucked her, the hungrier I seemed to make her.

It was six months before she announced that she had managed to find a buyer for the apartment and would be moving out of town to make a fresh start.

“When will you be moving?” I asked. Over the past few months, I had reconciled to the inevitability of her decision to move.

“Next week.” she said.

“So soon?”

“Look at it this way, she said unbuttoning my shirt, “you have a week to fuck me to your heart’s content. Now do you want to waste time talking and arguing?” 

Of course I didn’t.


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Neighbor’s Innocent Daughter

Seducing Mala wasn’t easy. It took months. Not because she was into someone else. Not even because she wasn’t interested in me. Not even because her morals or values wouldn’t allow it. It was just simply that she was so much of a tom boy that she was totally out of touch with her sexuality.

Is it just me or have any of you felt that the sexier a person is, the less they are aware of their sexiness? Mala sure was a perfect example of such a girl.

The bustiest and by far the sexiest girl in my locality, Mala was sheer erotica in motion. Large twinkling eyes were the highlights of her baby-faced beauty. Her full lips made me ache to kiss them. Her curvy, slightly chubby body made me hard, just thinking about her. Her boobs were the highlights though. She was blessed with boobs that would make any man’s blood race.

And when a girl like that moves into the apartment that your bedroom window overlooks, you’d be a fool not to take it as a sign that she was here for you. Why else would she pick this apartment to move into when there were so many others?

And yet, as the days, weeks and months passed, I started to wonder whether it was just my wishful thinking…


” Hieeeeeeeeee!!!!” I heard and looked out my bedroom window that I had just walked past.

“Hey…hello,” I called back waving back as I saw this cute girl waving at me from the living room of the apartment Arundhati lived in a couple years ago. Where Arundhati was a beautiful married woman, waving at me now was a bubbly girl who looked to be around 18 years old.

“I am Mala, you?” she asked.

“Vijay,” I replied “you moved in recently?”

“Yes, two days ago,” she said, and then added, “with Daddy. well, he’s not really my Daddy. He’s my mom’s second husband and raised me… in an all-ladies boarding college.”

“Ok!” I said, “nice to meet you Mala.”

“Are you free?” she asked

“Yes, why?”

“Can I come over? I am bored at home alone. Not used to being alone na.”

“Sure, come over” I said

“Be right there,” she said and disappeared off view.

A few minutes later, I heard the doorbell and let the hottest 18 year old girl I had ever seen into my apartment. Mala was wearing a tight figure-hugging top — that was at least three sizes too small for her busty torso — and equally figure hugging capris.

“Hi again!” she said with a beaming smile and waltzed past me into my living room and plonked into the couch. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her swaying hips and butt as she walked past me. Her boobs bounced when she dropped into the couch. My throa went dry and my cock stirred. I gulped and followed her and say across her.

“Want something to drink?” I asked as I watched her look around my apartment, chewing hum as she appraised my bachelor pad.

“Sure, whatever you have,” she said. I didn’t know what to make of that comment. I didn’t have any alcohol but had some Pepsi in the fridge. I threw a few cubes of ice into a couple glasses and top them up with the Pepsi. Walking back to the living room, I handed her one glass.

“You live alone?” She asked. I started nodding yes, but before I could actually answer, started speaking again, “I could never live alone you know. I have always lived with my friends. Did I tell you I grew up in a boarding college? We were all girls there. Even the teachers and other staff were women. Daddy was the first man I ever saw and you are the first boy,” she said smiling.

“I am 21 you know. Not exactly a boy.”

“Yeah ok. I am 18, not exactly a girl ha ha ha.” She bounced off the couch and waltzed over to where I was sitting and extended her hand, “friends?” she asked. My eyes were transfixed on her navel that was right in front of my face and I ached to unbutton her pants and rip her top off. As I looked up at her, I started into her massive boobs that seemed to be inviting me to enjoy them.

Instead, I extended my hand and shook hers, “friends!” I said.


She spent six torturous hours with me that day. We went out together to get lunch and spent the rest of the time talking — well, for the most part, she did the talking. She finally left around 6 pm, saying Daddy will be home soon and won’t like it if she wasn’t at home.

We spent the day together after her ‘daddy’ left for work and over the following days and weeks, I learned that this was just her personality. She was innocent and, while she was curious about guys because she had never met any guy before, her interest was more of curiosity than sexual. She treated me and almost everyone else like her friends from boarding college or other women she had been around. She’d never been exposed to the Internet or any kind of sexual education. As weird as it may seem, she didn’t seem to realize that men and women were different at all.

I learned that her boarding college only went till the 12th grade and so her daddy had brought her here to get her admitted in a college. He was looking for a girl’s college, though she said she would prefer co-ed. “But daddy thinks all boys are bad and will hurt me,” she said, “so I don’t have a choice,” she said shrugging, making her gorgeous boobs jiggle in her top.

She always wore clothes that seemed a few sizes too small, highlighting her dick-raising figure and making her body seem to want to burst out of her clothes. One day, I asked her, “how old are your clothes?”

“Oh, they’re new, you like them?” she said.

“You look stunning in everything you wear,” I said, “but I was wondering if maybe they were a little small for you.”

“You think I am fat?” she asked, seemingly offended, but before I could reply, she slapped me on my thigh and continued, “Daddy got them for me when he came to pick me up from boarding college. You know my mummy passed away last year and when Daddy checked on me, he realized all my clothes at the boarding college were at least three years old. He made me give him my sizes and got them for me.”

“What do you mean made you give him your sizes.”

“You know…I measured myself like he told me to. It was on a skype video call. He told me to get a measuring tape and measure myself after taking all my clothes off.”

“He asked you to strip naked on a video call?”

“Yes,” she said not getting it, “he’s my Daddy, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said shaking my head. He was her mom’s second husband, not her father. Chances are, he had the hots for Mala and deliberately got her undersized clothes. I’d be surprised if he doesn’t jerk himself off over his step-daughter and it was just a matter of time before he actually made a move and either seduced her or abused her.


How can a girl be that innocent I wondered, but evidently Mala was. That night, I masturbated three times thinking of her ‘daddy’ jerking himself off while he made her strip naked on a video call and measure her body. I wondered if he asked her to measure her nipples and pussy or if he made her adjust the tape this way and that so he got a good look at her naked body. I wondered if he had recorded her naked video. I wondered what she would be like in bed and how I could seduce her. She just didn’t seem sexually aware or interested.

She had been extremely excited about my accomplishments in college sports and was very interested in my advertising job.

“Hey, I can’t come over today,” she said when she called me that day. This was the first day since she had moved in two months ago that she hadn’t come over after her step-dad went to work.

“Why? All ok?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “there are some deliveries expected today and if I come over, they won’t be able to deliver and Daddy won’t like that. He will know I haven’t been staying home when he goes to work. But you can come over if you want to.” So I went over to her place for the first time that day.

When I finally rang the door bell and Mala opened the door, my jaw dropped.


She had no top on — just a black lacy, almost see-through bra and extremely short shorts that showed off the bottom of her ass cheeks as she turned and walked away after opening the door for me. Realizing that the door hadn’t shut yet, she turned and looked at me.

“What?” she asked, “not planning to come in?”

How I’d love to ‘cum in’ you I thought, but gulped down and struggled to keep my erection in check as I stepped in and shut the door behind me.

“Daddly looks at me like that as if he is making sure all my body parts are in place and I didn’t lose them somewhere while he was at work,” she said laughing.

“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” I asked.

“Are you crazy? It’s so hot. I but these on just because you were coming. I’d prefer to take even these off. You can take your clothes off too if you like.”

I’d have loved to take her clothes off and enjoy her but wasn’t sure how this innocent girl would react if I made a move on her. Seeing my expression of shock, she said, “it’s ok, you don’t have to.”

“You dress like this when Daddy is at home?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she said, “but I don’t like bras and panties. I never wore them at the boarding college and they make me feel tied down. So I just wear my nightie in the evenings most days when daddy is at home. It’s nice and thin and small, like I am not wearing anything…which is perfect in this heat till we get the air-conditioning installed.”

Surely, her ‘daddy’ had every intention of taking her. Why else would he give her tiny, ‘see-through’ lingerie? I mustered up all my courage and said, “if you don’t like wearing bras and panties and would like to change into one of your nighties, you can.”

“Ok,” she said, “make yourself at home. Be right back,” she said and headed towards her bedroom. She stepped out a few minutes later wearing a lingerie so sheer and so small that it hid absolutely nothing. I had a raging hard-on and wanted to fuck this beauty. She plonked next to me on the couch.

“You look so sexy Mala,” I said, my voice hoarse.

“Sexy?” she said, questioning.

“Don’t you know anything about sex at all? It’s what guys and girls who like each other do you know?”

“You mean like Daddy and me?”

“No, not Daddy and you. Daddy and your mom would have had sex. You don’t have sex with your daughter. You don’t give them sexy clothes to wear. You don’t give them nighties that are as good as your daughter being naked.”

“But it’s comfortable.”

“Maybe, but any man who sees you like this will want to have sex with you.”

“You do?”

“Oh heck yeah!” I said.

“Is it bad?”

“Not if you have it with someone you like. But not your father or daughter.”

“So, it is not bad if you and I have sex?”

“No it can be beautiful with the right partner.”

“I don’t know anything about it,” she said dismissively waving her hand.

“I can show you if you want to know.”


As much as I wanted to fuck her, we didn’t end up doing it that day. She was curious, but also scared. I didn’t want to push her so much that she pushes me away, shutting the doors on me ever getting lucky in future.

However, I had managed to get her worried about her step-father. I told her to watch out for his erection. When I realized she had no idea what I was talking about, I offered to show her. When she nodded tentatively, I pulled my tracks and underwear down, letting her see my hard-on. Her eyes widened when she saw my pole, ramrod erect, pointing at her.

“If a man wants to have sex with you, it is up like this but otherwise it is pointing downwards.” She reached out and touched me tentatively. “I know it’s so different from what you have down there.” She nodded. My cock was throbbing at her touch and she ran her fingers up and down it, feeling it throb. “I would like to touch you too, if you don’t mind.” I said.

She was transfixed on my erection and casually spread her legs. I caressed the inside of her thighs before inching up to her pussy. She was hairy and warm. I ran a couple fingers up and down her opening. Involuntarily Mala’s eyes closed and she moaned.

“You like this?” she nodded. “Women interested in sex often shave down there.”

“Would you like it if I shaved?”

“Yes. It will make it easier to kiss you there.”

“Kiss me there?”

“Yes, you can kiss what you are holding in your hand, if you let me kiss you between your legs.”

She was contemplating this when the doorbell rang. At my insistence, she changed into more presentable attire — a top and camouflage leggings. I had to hide in the kitchen as she let the air-conditioning guys in so they didn’t tell her daddy there was another guy with her in the house. I sneaked out once the workers went into the bedroom to fit the air-conditioner.

I had aching balls by the time I got home and had to relieve myself, thinking of what might have been if she had let me ‘teach’ her everything I knew about sex. But it wasn’t to be…yet.


Mala sounded worried when she called me the next morning and asked me if I would come over. Of course I rushed over to find her in a spaghetti-strap tank top, that was, as usual, a few sizes too small for her endowed breasts that were straining to pop out of it. Her nipples poked against the flimsy fabric making me want to reach out and touch them before ripping her top off and sucking on one after the other.

“What’s the matter?” I asked as she shut and locked the door behind me and followed me to the couch.

“I am not sure. Maybe nothing.” she said, twirling a lock of her hair in her fingers. “Remember yesterday you were talking about how father should not want to have sex with his daughter? Can you explain why?”

I had to take her from the basics — about how sex between the male and female of any animal species was historically meant for reproduction. I had to explain what constituted incest and why it was genetically bad and how it was socially improper even though animals often committed incest. I ended by saying that even though he is not your biological father and it won’t be biological incest, it’s still socially wrong because you see him as your father, not your lover.

“But why are you asking this?” I asked finally, “Did something happen?”

After the air-conditioning installation was done and the workers left, Mala had changed back into the lingerie she had worn when I was there. As she sat there thinking about our conversation, she decided she had wanted to experience kissing a man, wanted to kiss my shaft and in exchange wanted to offer me to kiss her between her legs. And since I had said it made kissing easier, she had shaved her pussy.

“When Daddy got home in the evening, he noticed that there was no hair showing under my nightie and I saw his thing go up inside his shorts creating like a triangle. You had told me what that meant and that it was wrong, so I was worried,” she said.

“Before he goes to bed, he always checks on me and kisses me goodnight. When he kissed me last night, his lips stayed on mine much longer than they usually stay. He opened his mouth and his tongue licked my lips and at the same time, he reached between my legs and touched me the way you had touched me yesterday. Worried, I pushed his hand away and, very reluctantly he left. I found it hard to sleep and after a while I heard him moaning. When I went to check on him, he was rubbing it hard up and down. I didn’t know what that meant and returned to my bedroom.” she concluded.

I told her that, as beautiful and sexy as she was, it was inevitable that eventually, he would try to have sex with her. Either seduce her or force her. I told her that she could call me anytime, day or night, if he tried to force himself on her. And I said that if she knew the signs, she would know if and when he made a move.

“We can take it one step at a time,” I said, “if you feel uncomfortable at any stage and want to stop, I will stop.”

“But if I didn’t stop you, you want to have sex with me?”

“Yes,” I said honestly.

“And then I will have babies?”

“Not necessarily. It’s not like every time you have sex you make babies.” I said, “besides, there is such a thing called a condom that protects against babies and there are pills a woman can take if she doesn’t want the man to use a condom. There are precautions that can be taken.”


The realization that it was going to happen today gave me a raging erection. We decided to re-enact last night so I could show her what to watch out for and she led me to her bedroom.

She got in bed as if she was getting ready to sleep and I climbed in after her on my knees as if I was her dad kissing her good night. Bending down, I kissed her lips. As our lips met, she grabbed my hand and placed it on a breast.

“He does that?” I asked shocked.

She nodded, “Squeeze,” she said, “I thought that was his way of hugging me since i was already in bed.”

I squeezed and caressed her boob and placed my lips back on hers. Opening my mouth, I licked her closed lips, trying to pry them open. Instinctively, my fingers pinched her nipple and her lips parted when she gasped. My tongue entered her mouth and I found her tongue. Caressing her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples I kissed her passionately. She was a quick study and somewhere her body would have started responding instinctively as she responded to my kisses and started kissing me back and moaning into the kiss.

After a while, I spread her legs and caressed her milky thighs, inching up to her shaved pussy. As I caressed her opening with two fingers, I felt moisture. Breaking the kiss, I asked her if she was feeling wetness. She nodded. I told her that happens when the woman wants sex in order to create lubrication when the man’s hardness enters her.

“But yours is so big,” she said, her eyes going wide, “it’s too big for me.”

“No it’s not,” I said smiling at her, “the first time hurts for a minute, but trust me, you will enjoy it.”

As our tongues met again in heated passion, I entered her with two fingers. Instinctively, she reached and took hold of my shaft, starting to stroke it gently as I teased her clitoris with my thumb and slid my index and middle finger into her opening. We enjoyed each others’ bodies for a while till I realized I would cum in her hand if she continued stroking me.

Taking her flimsy nightie off, I marveled at Mala’s naked body. I sucked, licked and bit each nipple hungrily, making Mala moan and groan

Inch by inch, I kissed, licked and sucked her from head to toe, leaving innumerable love bites on parts of her body that wouldn’t be visible through the clothes she wore.

As much as I wanted to bury my shaft in her virgin pussy, I also wanted her first sexual experience to be one of her most memorable and took my time enjoying her body. Every now and then, I would explore her pussy with my fingers. Each time she was more wet than before. In ended the journey across her body with a long hungry kiss with a lot of tongue while kneading both her boobs and pinching each nipple.

Nearly an hour after I had stripped her naked, I decided it was time to eat her. Breaking the kiss, I sat up. Making her get on top of me, I positioned her so her pussy was aligned with my mouth and bent her so she could kiss my shaft.

Getting the idea, she took it in her hand and started kissing it from head to base. Then, as I licked all along her opening, she tried licking up and down my shaft. And as my tongue entered her, she took me in her mouth. She sucked me as I tongue-fucked her, her wetness tasting heavenly. I was so turned on, that I came within minutes, erupting in her mouth.

Once I was spent, I made her lie down on her back and spread her legs. Attacking her pussy hungrily now, I started eating her, gradually increasing my intensity till I was taking turns devouring her, licking and sucking her clit and sliding my tongue in and out of her.

As her moans and groans became louder and louder and she started thrusting her pussy into my mouth, I knew her orgasm was approaching. I slid two fingers into her and started sucking and gently biting on her clit and within moments she erupted, shaking and screaming with pleasure as her orgasm hit.

By now, I was hard again and eager to fuck her virgin pussy. Once her orgasm passed, I positioned my hardness between her legs and started rubbing it against her opening to lubricate it.

“The first time can hurt a little for a minute.” I said, “do you want me to stop?”

She shook her head “No”, her eyes transfixed on my shaft as it rubbed against her opening. Gradually, I started pushing my head into her. It took me well over a minutes of gradually inching into her till I reached resistance from her hymen. The moment of no return was here.

I bent down and kissed her again for a while, my shaft buried as far into her as it could go without rupturing her hymen.

“Ready?” I asked her lovingly, looking into her large eyes. She nodded. And I pushed past the resistance. Mala gasped and shrieked as a searing pain shot through her. I held myself in her, caressing her hair lovingly and kissing her face, waiting for her to recover from the pain. After a minute or two, she opened her eyes, looking at me and smiled — her silent consent to proceed.

I started moving in and out of her slowly at first and gradually picking up the tempo after a few minutes. Mala moaned and groaned as I filled her and thrust into her. She grabbed my back and dug her nails into me, thoroughly enjoying her first fuck.

Before long, I was drilling her hard and deep, my pole slamming her like a piston.

She came again ten minutes later, wriggling and twisting under me as her body shook with her orgasm. I grabbed her wrists and held her in place while I plowed her right through her orgasm and for a further ten minutes before stiffening and exploding inside her virgin pussy, filling her with load after load of my cum.

We collapsed in a tangle after I was spent. We kissed and caressed each others’ bodies till sleep took over and we drifted off to sleep.


When I woke up, she was sucking my limp cock. It didn’t take long for it to get hard again and this time I took her doggy style, creaming her pussy after nearly 30 minutes of hard pounding during which she came one more time.

“WOW!” she gasped when I collapsed by her side in the bed after I was spent.

“Enjoyed it?” I asked, still panting.

Nodding enthusiastically, she added, “I had no idea this could be so much fun.”

“These are just two ways of having sex Mala,” I said kissing her beautiful lips. There’s gentle, passionate and hard sex, and there are so many positions. We would have to do it three-four times everyday for the next month or so before we have tried everything there is to try about sex.

“I want to try everything,” she said, her face flushed, “I don’t care if it takes a year...or more.”


We decided she wanted to start pills because she didn’t want to give up the feeling of my cum gushing into her and that started an erotic period of nearly daily sex with the hottest girl in our locality for a year and a half. We fucked at her place, at my place and one night, when her step-father was out of town on work, we went to the beach and fucked all night long.

At the end of her next academic year her step-father got her admission in a residential college in a different town. Whether it was because he suspected her of having a relationship or because she resisted every sexual advance he made towards her and he was torn between his desire for her body and fear of consequences if he forced her, I don’t know. However, that brought an abrupt end to my erotic experiences with two different but equally insatiable neighbors who lived in the same apartment across the street just from my bedroom.


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When Reeti married Deepak, little did she know the course her life would take. Life till then had been as unremarkable and routine as an Indian girl’s life usually is. She did well in college and college. She was totally oblivious of all the boys who lusted after her with her focus completely on completing her education. Once she graduated, she married Deepak, a suitable match found by her parents....

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