[ashishrajan]

Krishna,” where are my manners, it is not like that, you can come, no problem.”

Krishna and Bhama entered office, except 3 to 4 men all employees were females, they greeted Bhama, praised her beauty. Bhama greeted them all. One employee said Boss was waiting for Krishna regarding new project. Krishna and Bhama left to meet Paromita. As usual of habit Krishna entered Paro’s cabin without knocking. At that time Joseph was sitting on Paro’s lap. Paro’s hand were inside his shirt , playing his nipples. His shirt button was half open, inside shirt he was wearing paro’s bra. In hurry he stood from Paro’s lap. Paro was surprised to see Bhama. She was jealous and angry with her for stealing her love, but showed no emotion towards her of hatred. Rather she smiled and hugged Bhama and offered them seat. Bhama observed keenly joseph, she could see bra wore by Joseph. Joseph tried to hide it, but in vain in eagle eye of bhama. Joseph was standing looking downward,
getting nervous and sweaty. But Bhama behaved as if she had seen nothing. Paro ordered joseph to be calm and talk about new project. Meanwhile Joseph buttoned his shirt.

Bhama,” Mr. Joseph why do not you try some ethnic Indian cloth, like Kurta, it is comfortable and more over suitable for this warm humid climate and you will have no problem for buttoning those shirts.”

Joseph,” thanks madam, I will try one, may be Paro madam will help me buy one.”

Paro,” sure, but Joseph you are project head, just focus on matter.”


Joseph explanined this new advertisenments from two companies one from USA bike maker Goldwin who will be launching its bike in next month in India and other is Indian saree company Ruchi. Krishna said he had no idea about bike, but he can make advertisenment for it.Bhama said,” May I help you in this project, I am an ARTS graduate, may be I can contribute.”

Paro,” sure.”

Bhama ,” we will make it special , it will not be like other bikes, what are specification. I have less idea about saree, except wearing one, I am not a big enthusiastics abou saree”

Paro,” it is 6 stroke, 1800 cc, 8 gears bike, not a small low powered fuel efficient one but a real bull, for real men and women. It has high torque with 600 rpm and top speed of 500 km/hr. Frankly speaking i am also have no idea about saree, look I am always wearing jeans, top, sometimes salwar kameej suits me, not much. I am comfortable in tops. Krishna from yesterday’s discusiion I found you have a sound knowledge about saree, Jospeh you too. Why do not you men discuss about saree.”

While Paro and Bhama discussed about more features about bike, Krishna and Joseph talked about saree, its print, design , border, what blouse and petticoat will suit it, its pattern of design and border. The women sometimes stopped their discussion about bike and listened silently about saree discussion by two enthusiastic males. They were smiling. Paro was still envious about Bhama but maintained her
composure for discussion and she was slowly opening about her aim and intentions. After 30 minutes of discussion Bhama suggested,” i have one idea, why do not we combine both to make one ad.”

Jospeh,” How is that possible.”


Bhama,” why do not we mix the concepts all. A woman wearing a nice saree , riding bike.” Paro,” most bike have such ad featuring women biker.”
Bhama,” but none of them have woman wearing saree.”

Paro,” its nice, but we need  something more. We need to focus on its power and speed.”

Bhama,” it will be 1st of its type, imagine a woman wearing saree mangalsutra and sindur going for temple to worship, she looks beautiful and her saree shows brand Ruchi, she looks like beautiful obedient house wife. She gets call from strangers that her husband is kidnapped, she maintains calmess, rides bike vulcan, reaches the car hits it with her bike. Bike remains safe and unscratched, show robustness of bike. She picks and cradles her husband and put him behind bike. Her husband clings her like a feared child gets comfort from mother. She removes his sweat by her pallu. Again pallu will show Ruchi brand saree. She rides bike fast, followed by goons, but speed is super and does much bike stunts. It will show speed power and torque of bike. Goons can not catch her and meet accident. She arrives at temple where in laws are happy to see her and their son unharmed. She falls at their feet to get blessing. Again saree brand will be shown. It will show docile nature of indian woman as traditional housewife, saree effect. Her husband will hug her, she will cover them in her pallu and a kiss, it will show naughtyness of saree. Ideal obedient bahu little naughtyness. She rides again with husband back and her son in front. Her son asks mum you are awesome. She says she is awesome due to Ruchi Saree and Vulcan bike. All laughs. FINALLY  a traditional woman with western bull possession.”

Paro,” what a nice idea, awesome. But who will act for here. Women who are beautiful and sexy wear saree but do not know how to ride bike, most of biker women do not wear saree during riding, even some women will ride bike in saree they are not as beautiful. Its a dilemma , who will be famous model for this ad. I can not accept this.”
Joseph was imagining the scene with Paro and him in act.

Joseph,” Paro madam why do not you act in this ad, we will save money by not hiring external model and whole world will see you.”

Paro,” come on joseph , you know I never wear saree and riding a bike in saree is different subject for me. Sorry I am incapable.”

Krishna,” but Bhama Ji you can model for this, after all you ride wearing saree, moreover you are beautiful.”

Paro smiled listening to address Ji, she knew Krishna was a deep sub servient, but she never expected
Bhama will be so dominant irrespective of her looks. Paro,” how can you ride bike easily on saree.”
Bhama,” its pretty easy, even I can ride at very high speed, saree is not a problem. Moreover one woman can do anything she wishes, saree is not hindrance in it. I have come today riding my bullet that also at 80km/hr in rush traffic inside city.”

Paro did not want to loose from bhama. She wanted to act in ad, so gulping her pride she requested Bhama to teach her riding bike in saree, which Bhama gladly accepted. Krishna said,” what will we have two women in ad featuring saree and bike.”. Bhama looked puzzled and Paro raised her eyebrow.

Krishna,” what if we have two lead women, working as security officer officers, both are sisters. They have came to temple for worship, some local gangster tries to harm them , so they kidnap their husbands. They rescue as described earlier. Only little difference they both will have some fight with few goons before rescuing their husbands, the rest of high speed chasing , temple, family time will be same. Finally they are rewarded by chief minister, there they go wearing saree bike riding with family. After receiving award one son asks about success, one woman explains conclusion that success is due to Vulcan bike and Ruchi Saree.”

Bhama,” wow, you are super intelligent, I am proud of you.” She gave a light kiss on Krishna’s face, he shied.

Krishna,” actually you are awesome ji, I just modified a little, the original credit is yours.”

Joseph and Krishna were dreaming about their women rescuing from goons giving a ride and a kiss in public. Their penises were aching and twitching inside their underwears.

Paro,” so when will you teach me about riding motorcycle wearing saree.”

Bhama,” actually i came for asking permission to take Krishna and roam around city.”

Paro,” yes, permission granted, moreover I have solved the ad issue, so no more job for me today. I am planning to leave now.”
Bhama,” thats cool, why do not we roam together in city. May be we will go for shopping, we can know each other better. We can start your training right now. Only thing you require is saree. Any famous saree shop nearby.”


Paro,” I have no idea.”

Krishna,” saree mahal is a famous shop, all type of saree is available.”

All left the chamber and moved towards the shop. Joseph sat behind Paro and Krishna behind Bhama, but both maintained patience though their mind was focused for hugging and kissing their partners. It was 10 km ride which passed in 3 minutes, as both ladies rode like a race between them. So men had less time to enact their thoughts. The female guard at shop was smiling and seeing two women riding bike. It is not an uncommon site for her , but what is uncommon for her she saw a woman riding in saree. Many girls come to the shop riding bike, but never in saree. Inside shop it was very big.

Paro,” I am feeling light headed seeing such large volume of saree, it is 1st time may be last time for me to choose saree.”

Bhama,” for me too, I started wearing saree 1month prior to marriage, all of my saree is chosen by my mother and father, why do not we leave picking saree to men.”

Joseph and Krishna obliged and went to a saree mine. The women sat on couch and started their discussion about bikes, business mostly, nothing more about family. They kept family matter descreet as it will hurt their family relation. It had been 3 hours, finally men came out with 3 big packets. Women were snoring on couch, they patted their legs, women woke up.

Paro,” I thought you were lost in shopping.”

Bhama,” I thought you guys went to mars to pick saree from venus.”

Joseph,” stop kidding us, you know how difficult it is to choose a proper saree.”
Bhama,” ok, ok, lets leave.” Paro,” why 3 packets.”
Joseph,” ohooo, one for blouse petticoat.” Paro,” when do you know our size.”
Krishna,” our intuition and prediction, we have spent a long time with your presence. More over you girls have already acknoweldged us about our knowledge in saree.”

Bhama,” you and your naughty intuition, always focusing on female’s blouse part.” Krishna,” na ji, I never watch any woman in that view.”
Paro paid awhooping 60000 rupees for two sarees. Bhama took paro inside changing room. They
opened packet. It was same coloured pink cotton saree with lot of gold embrodories and stone works on border making saree feeling heavy. The matching blouse fitted perfectly, when they came out they looked like two sisters. But saree dbanging style was different. Saree tightly tucked, pleats were arranged like chudidar tightly holding legs. Paro felt no problem wearing that style even it was her 1st time after a long. They were dressed like a queen dressed to go for war riding a horse.

Joseph,” you girls look stunning, like two sisters.”
Bhama,” of course we are like sisters not by blood, but by attitude, behaviour. I am correct Paro Didi.” Paro,” yes, my little sister Bhama. Now Krishna I am your Badi Saali,’ tumhari Aadhi Gharwali’”, she
winked at Krishna.

Krishna,” already I have one saali, she is claiming my Aadhi Gharwali.”

Bhama,” ohoo honey, half portion goes to Devi, other half goes to Paro didi and whole goes to me.”

Then they went to a field where no one was there. Joseph and Krishna were told to watch them. As saree was properly tucked and tightly held it will not fly and disturb driving. Now both women showed some bike stunts, they lifted bike from rear wheel and drove across. They came at a whooping speed made a sudden break , bike stood on front wheel and wheel close to face of men. Men were literally feared to death but had confidence on riding skill of two saree clad super women. Next they picked a bottle lying on ground from bike, bike was moving at near to ground, but their balance was amazing. Final stunt was putting their males behind back seat and riding in rear wheel only, jumping bike over obstacles, doing a summersault in bike in air, rotating them over handle and kissing men. As this will be part of ad so they were satisfied of performance and it grew their confidence. Men were trembling in fear, their eyes closed throughout time of stunt. It was natural, and it was also needed for ad. Their penis was hard and they were near to pee in pants out of fear. They were sweating. The sweating is natural as it will be further cleaned by women’s saree pallu in ad.the 1st pre trial was successful.
Bhama,” honey I am there for you, have faith in me. I will never hurt my sweetie pie.”Krishna calmed. Paro pulled bra straps of Joseph to keep him control.

Krishna,” ji I did not know you are a such great bike rider.”

Bhama,” honey I have told you in first night you will learn a lot about me with time, not so early. It is just a tip of iceberg of my talent.” Krishna was wondering what more talents does she have, but he was praying God to thank him providing him such a woman he was dreaming about. He was thinking may be this traditional village girl will emulate 5% of his boss paro, now he was confident may be Bhama is more capable than his boss Paro. It will time say who is superior. But he is lucky.

[ashishrajan]

Paro," so Krishna from where you loved to sit behind woman's bike."
Krishna said,"i have a tremendous experience of female driving car.it was when i was in college in 8th standard.that time i didn't even knew cycle.i was short heighted at that time i was just 4''7'.my college was big college.all the childrens of rich families come.
in my class there was girl,aditi,.she was very beautiful and tall girl.her parents were tall and also she is a
basketball champion.that's why she was 6' feet in 13 years of age.i didn't even dare to near her.i felt low.because we are in same class .and i reach upto her shoulder.she used to come from area which is 30 kms.away from college.she used to come by car driven by driver along with her sister who was studying
in same college in5th standard.her sister was also 5' feet in 10 years of age,taller than me.aditi was
tallest in our class and taller than many boys of 12th class.that gave her lot of confidence.
then summer vacations came.after summer vacation we assembled in our class window.aditi didn't arrived yet.from our class parking lot was clearly visible.i was just watching towards parking lot.suddenly maruti zen arrived.it was aditi's car.the driver will drop then go.but to my surprise car was parked in parking lot.driver couldnot park his car.he had to go back.others also joined me in watching this.we thought taaht might be her parents have come to talk with principal or teacher.but to our surprise aditi came out of driver's seat.her sister came from other side.she locked the car and came in our class.we were shocked to see how come girl of 8th standard drive car.




when she came in class all of us enquired.she said that her driver had stolen some valuble item and gone away.when her father was recruting another she said that she want to learn driving car and will take it
to college.her father taught her car driving.after 10 days practice she has gained the confidence to take
car anywhere.many of boys of our class were ashamed.they had just learned riding scoty and now they are watching a girl of same age driving car.i was in great shame.i could not even ride cycle and my classmate was driving car.
days passed.she use to commute by her car only everywher. i lived in nearby locality to her locality.one
day when i was coming to our class i saw big parked parked outside. i was eager to know who has brought such a big car.when i came i saw aditi standing in front of class.she was wearing a tight jeans top instead of college uniform.it was her birthday.on bithdays it is allowed to wear casuals instead of college uniform.she was looking awesome.many of boys were already stunned by her beauty.when all settle down she raised her hand and showed us a car key.she said that her father has gifted her a new car on her birthday.we enquired which car.she pointed toward a car outside.it was same bolero which i had just seen.she said that her legs couldnot fit in the zen as she is very tall.so she choosed bolero.
we all were amazed.after college she went to take out her car.she took and went.we were all watching her driving skills.allof us are amazed to see 13 year old girl driving such a massive car which requires great effort.




every saturday we use to have half days.after college she use to take her classmates for a drive.i was ashamed of myself.one day when she went to take out her car,we all were watching her from class window.she took out the car and went near her sister,kirti who was waiting for her.kirti said something to aditi.after all conversation aditi got down. we were eager to see what is happening.aditi was holding car keys.she gave it to kirti.kirti opened the door and sat on driver's seat.aditi sat next to her.kirti started
the car and drove.we all were stunned and couldnot beleive what we have just seen.we dont have any words.till now we cannot digest that our 13 year old classmate can drive car and now more shocking her sister who was just 10 year old was driving car and such a huge car.
everyone was praising aditi's driving skills.they now started to praise kirti.when asked from aditi about
this she said that her sister has learnt driving on her own just by watching her learning and driving.she took no practical training for driving.one day when they were returning home,kirti asked aditi for lettting her drive.it was a shock for aditi also but she gave her sister a chance.kirti drove in 10 minutes.aditi said that she took 10 days to learn car driving and kirti took only 10 minutes.we were surprised.quickly whole college came to know that a girl of 5th standard can drive car.then often we see kirti driving car.
one day when i was coming to class,i didnot find aditi.but bolerowas parked outside.then i came to
knew that kirti drove it all alone for 30 kms.i was amazed.the girl at such a tender age had confidence to drive alone 30 kms. away to college.after college she went and took out her car,started it and went.next day also aditi was absent.kirti took her classmates for drive.only few senior boys could drive car and she was just in 5th driving a huge bolero.




that day my driver not came.my father was making an arrangement but for that i had to wait.then i saw kirti's bolero approaching me.she stopped and stood in front of me.although she was few inches taller than me her massiveness made her even more taller.she recognised me that i live in her nearby locality.she asked whether i am her elder sister's classmate.i replied yes.she said that she will drop me to home.i put down her offer.i am very ashamed of myself.i being a boy was dependent on parents for
commuting to college and this 10 year old girl is herself driving car to college.she powerfully seated me next to her.she sat and car moved.during the journey i saw her.it was great to watch a 10 year old girl driving car in college uniform.she drove in sand,potholes and bad weather roads.she reached a speed of
120kmp/h.she was not at all nervous and was very confident.when we reached home my parentsand
neighbours were shocked to see a college girl driving car.i asked kirti why she didnot drive zen.kirti said that she learned driving on bolero and does not want to drive small vechiles.
days passed.daily we used to see both sisters driving car.after winter vacation we all assembled in our
college.we had a party in college we all were dressed in casual waiting for two sisters.also it was kirti's birthday.suddenly a big bike arrived.it was yamaha.it was classy sporty bike.it was ridden by a person and a girl was sitting behind her .they both were wearing helmets.it seemed that the rider id also a
girl.the pillion girl turned of her helmet.it was aditi.the rider girl also moved her helmet.it was kirti.we all
were stunned.kirti was riding a sports bike in 10 years of age.
when asked aditi said that during winter vacation she called her cousin sister to teach her riding bike as she was bored of driving car.she taught her riding on pulsar.this time also kirti learned it secretly and learned quickly before her. she is more confident than aditi.her father gifted this bike on her birthday.as aditi was not confident kirti rode it 30 kms. away to college.
all were amazed after hearing this.


many senior boys wished to ride the bike but could not even handle it.and 10 year old girl was riding it confidently.everyone was amazed to see a girl in college uniform riding bike.aditi took time but she also learnt and started bike riding.again one day aditi was absent.kirti came on bike.she came near me and
asked whether i want lift. i sat behind her.it was for the first time i sat behind a fbr.after some distance she offered whether iwant to ride.i said that i could not drive a cycle even.she laughed.she asked to hold her tightly.she rode at a fast space.she was confident.she took me to her house.i saw a CBZ standing there.she told that her father has brought her elder sister a seperate bike.both the sisters now use vechiles only to commute everywhere.
i was amazed and felt low. i being a boy could not even drive a cycle and two girls aged 13 and 10 were driving and riding car and bikes.when aditi came in 9th and kirti in 6th they started bringing seperate vechiles.aditi got a new fortuner to drive.till 12th aditi drove various car and bikes also driven by kirti.that time aditi was 6"2 and kirti was 6"5.after 12th of aditi whole family went abroad and settled there.

[ashishrajan]

Krishna,” ji, I want to learn bike ride, I have accepted Devi ji as my teacher, please I need your permission to free me some time from job, then I may learn.”

Bhama,” of course my cutie pie, you can learn in morning , morning is good time, less traffic crowd in ground to learn.”

In morning Krishna sought blessing of Bhama and Devi. He touched locket in his eye worshipping photo of Bhama and Devi. There was a big ground behind their bunglow, it is solely private for them so no other was there. Devi was wearing a cargo pant and top. Krishna was in full pant and shirt. Now Devi showed him 1st parts of bike basic like gear, clutch and accelerator. It was 1st self start , Devi prefers kick start, as for Krishna it was too hard for kick start he preferred self start. Now Devi taught him how to
control and cordinatte the basic thing clutch and accelerator. It was toughest for Krishna. He could never learn it, Devi was patient. After 2 month also Krishna was unable to learn to start and roll bike using clutch and accelerator. Finally krishna surrendered and dependent on Bhama and Devi as earlier. Once
he tried to ride a scooty but that also he hit around a divider, injuring his ankle. Bhama treated him and
rebuked him for his recklessness. He was bedridden for 3 weeks. Bhama and Devi tried to do much household chores not as perfect as Krishna did. Food was tasteless , so most of time they ordered food from outside. Bhama could not focus on new project and Devi was performing poorly in her exams. Krishna was cursing him self for this situation and crying . Bhama consoled him and said,” sweetie pie never dare to ride any thing. Why I am here, you can depend on me , you can tell me where you want to go, there is no shame when wife rides bike and husband takes back seat. We are still husband wife.” Slowly he cured. Meanwhile Joseph was out of town and went to his country to sell his property and acquire citizenship of india so that he can stay with paro forever. Paro was missing both Krishna and Joseph.

[ashishrajan]

They went for a movie, their 1st movie, it was a hindi movie named “ Mera Patni Sherni”, the movie was comic with action and romance, the actress was lead role, a female centric not that common bollywood film where macho man saves a damsel in distress and beats goons. The movie was completely different, no famous star cast so not much crowd was expected, actually it is a small theatre and for unheard name and off season of movies it was 60 % vacant, rest 40 % was filled by college going girls and some middle aged girls only. There were approximately 80 bikes, it was midnight also.


Bhama brought cold drinks and popcorn , on way they met Rohini,deepa,Sameera,Nishi,Ramya all working in their company, they exchanged smile and formal greetings. Each girl had their own bike costly one ducati, suzuki, ktm. They were wearing short hot pants showing fleshy thighs and a bikini, nothing else showing their stomach and cleavage. Some other unknown girls had worn full pant and top. Some had skirt and blouse. But all were bikers. Rohini,deepa,Sameera,Nishi,Ramya had plastic baggage, they went inside. Only Bhama was on saree and only male Krishna in pant and shirt. Fortunately they got corner seat and the entire row was empty, so no one to disturb.

The hall door was locked and the movie started, girls whistled. Movie started with narration of a soft feminine beautiful man wearing saree doing household chores getting busy taking care of children. He introduces himself as Rubina Dembala, a famous Pakistani shemale was acting in lead male role. He calls his wife’s name as Kiran dembala( the famous female bodybuilder of India , 1st woman to get ten pack abs, 24 inch bicep, 60 inch chest and 38 DD breast, she is 5 times Mr. Olympia defeating Ronnie coleman, Kaali green. She happens to be world’s strongest person alive 2 times, it was her 1st film). The scene of her entry came when she was riding a BMW bike wearing bikini and panty doing stunts. The girls whistled at her entry, some at 1st row stood and clapped. She chased 12 muscular
rowdy looking men on her bike, fought the men with proper martial arts technique. Finally they fell at her feet begged for life. She rode back to village where her husband was waiting with a puja thali and doing tilak, her children hugged her, she is pride of village, always protecting village like a war
heroine. Male lusted for her but feared her strength so always admiring her. Then entertainment starts village women gathered at centre old women to as young girls of 18. An item song was
performed by male artists baring their body to pleasure of women moving sexy dance, doing strip tease to underwear, finally Kiran started to dance with semi nude boys, kissing touching them, them all women joined dance groping boys inappropriately, they were smoking and drinking local intoxicating. Hearing the music and seeing item dance girls started to drink bears whiskey they had brought them earlier, they danced with song, removing own clothes, it was vulgar dance and they were whistling abusive words to their full content. Krishna was keeping his head down, Bhama was kissing him, her hand inside his shirt, opened his bra rubbing his chest and navel. The movie proceeded a hot love making scene between Rubina and Kiran, they got disturbed by children for funny reason and later a hot scene, showing rubina lying on his back, his petticoat lifted up and Kiran
on his back humping him with something in between her leg which was blurred , Rubina was moaning,
his breast was pressed hard by Kiran and lips bleeding by bitten in hot moment, Kiran was also nude showing her well sculpted body. The sex scene was so steamy that whole room was sounded by moaning of girls, they were fingering themselves. Krishna went beneath Bhama’s petticoat sucking her a nice pleasure. Then Rubina remembered past, from schhol how Kiran was strong, she protected him from bullies in city, kiran became successful protected him, love blosommed, some love scenes romantic songs. Kiran grew up as a strong woman which Rubina’s parent did not like. They wanted to marry their son to a feminine submissive female who will look after their house. They were filthy rich did not like a village girl who rides bike. How they overcome love, how Kiran protected her and Rubina from abuse of rowdies sent by Rubina’s father. Rubina showed his body marks being abused for meeting her.




































Some romantic songs, sentiment dialogues, 1st time Rubina wore saree to please Kiran, their hot kiss after saree, Rubina taking female hormones to be more feminine, learning female household chores despite society’s corrupted degraded remark for him. It was emotional.Krishna was crying keeping his head on Bhama’s lap. Bhama consoling him it is just a movie. The whole room filled with smoke by girls. They were really enjoying the cry of a boy. Finally they eloped Kiran riding bike in bra and panty, Rubina wearing bridal saree with make up, Kiran killing all goons and leader, they arrive at village. Kiran’s mother arranges for marriage immediately, they tie knots, Rubina wears mangalsutra, all women being happy, again a male item song. Rubina’s father comes with a much force, this time village women fought the males out killing them, all village women were muscular bulky strong. The best scene was fight was intense, the women boil with anger their muscle swelling and tearing their clothes, it showed their ripped body and strong breasts. Finally it was Kiran whose body ripped apart , veins more bulging and twisting she crapped out a dozen men. Girls went ga ga over the scene tearing their own bra and showing their bodies to each other in movie hall. They beat shit out of attacking men. Rubina’s father was imprisoned but Rubina requested to spare his father. Then honeymoon scene. Daily chores, most of movie depicted village women doing wrestling, bodybuilding, fighting riding bike, they were muscular baring their pussy everything was visible in movie. They chased teased to men in village. Finally it shows a happy moment, Krishna got a happy moment at end of movie he got a quick handjob from Bhama.

[ashishrajan]

While returning for home Bhama said,” do you like the movie.” Krsihna,” yes much, I feel like I am Rubina and you Kiran.”
Bhama,” baby just take leave tomorrow, rest well and get prepared as tomorrow will be very memorable enjoyable day, after Devi leaves home for college I will return quickly and will have a hot day and night, just prepare your best, I have brought something for you, if you are willing just wear it tomorrow, no more plan to go outside.”

They slept well , next morning before Krishna woke up he found a letter and some packets, Bhama had left , so Devi. He woke feeling fresh, inside the packet had a low deep cut backless sleeveless red colour blouse and a mini skirt with side cut, there were also a full make up kit and aromatic oil and a KY jelly. Krishna smiled and feeling the movie scenes of yesterday night, his penis already dripping precum. He took a nice bath cleaned his each body part thoroughly and removed hair from his genitallia and near anus. He wore the dress and took a lot of time in make up, masscara, eye liner, red lipstick, kajal, cream, powder, bangles and bindi. Suddenly he heard door bell, he came running and opened door, but earth beneath his feet slipped, it was not Bhama, it was Devi, she missed her practical copy so came back to retreive it.

Devi,” who are you, why are you dressed like this, I have never seen you in house.” Then devi looked closely and laughed lying on ground,” ohh my God it is you Jeeja ji, why are you wearing this, what happened to you.”

Krsihna was crying in shame and fear, his tears running down and went inside his room, soon after Bhama came, Devi said everything to Bhama, Bhama slapped her hard so that Devi lost her balance. Hearing sound Krishna came out, he saw Devi lying around ground, Bhama was beating her with a belt.

Bhama was in fire,” how dare you mock my husband, he is your jeeju, my husband. I will never tolerate anyone who hurts my husband in verbal or physical. It was his love he was wearing to please me, not forced one.”

Krsihna prevented Bhama further hurting Devi, Devi was bleeding and crying. Krishna applied lotion to Devi’s wound and fed her soups , cared her, treated her. Devi apologized Krishna. In dinner table it was a gloomy atmosphere , all sitting silently. Food was getting cold, Krishna wore same blouse petticoat and make up but covered his body with a red saree, his make up was dull and faded quitely. He was crying whole day.

Devi broke the ice first,” jeeju sorry, for my behaviour.”

Krishna in slow voice,” its ok salli ji, any one can behave similarly in your place, any unknown person in a house will always raise suspicion, what if I have brought a lady in my house or any inflitration for thief. It is pretty natural, do not get ashamed for yourself.”
Bhama,” Devi I am sorry, please forgive me, i was in mad mood, anger blinded me, please forgive me my little sister, else I will never forgive myself.”

Krishna,” saali ji, she is your didi, please forgive her, this happens in every house.”

Devi smiled and hugged Bhama and said,” Didi I will forgive in one condition, I will call jeeja as Bhabhi, he was looking so gorgeous beautiful sexy than any girl of my college, moreover his heart is pure of goldm the way he saved me from monster like you and treated me I am thankful to him and I will be lucky to get a caring loving Bhabhi, he cooks well and looks after house.”

Krishna was shying more and more, he nodded silently. Bhama also nodded.
Devi,” I need another function , another wedding to accept Jeeju as Bhabhi. This time I will dance to my heart at Baarati. Should I inform maa, papa.”

Bhama,” no we will inform them personally.”

Devi,” yes , but how will you take jeeju, introduce them in village wearing female dress, more over
Jeeju how will cope with village people , his parents.”

Bhama,” why do not we have a family gathering at our Ooty farm house.”

Devi,” yes it is a nice idea, and it will be must bike ride. Moreover ma papa will have a free break for them and it will be a nice moment , a nice free time for them off busy duty”

Bhama,” yes, those hilly terrains, cool environment and bike ride with husband in back, so romantic, it is like a movie scenein yesterday’s movie. Ohh I am thrilled to see this.”

Krsihna,” ji it is ooty very long distance around 1400 km, bike ride that long. You guys can handle but I
will be exhausted.”

Bhama,” no honey it will be awesome, we will see many places, scenery. We will not travel always, we will camp most of times, the scenes we saw in movie it was all shooted in different places , we will
visit all places.”

Krishna,” really ji, it will be marvellous and most lovely romantictime of my entire life.” Bhama,” haa jiii.”
Krishna hugged her and planted a kiss on her lips.

Devi coughed ,” I am here already, where are your manners Didi, movie you are talking about which movie.”

Bhama,” new movie released ‘ Mera Patni Sherni’”.

Devi,” yeah, that picture controversial one, i have watched its promo. No famous halls have that show, waiting to watch eagerly, where is it showing now, few of my girl friends discussed today in my
class but I never gave interest one. Only I have heard Kiran Dembala madam is lead actress and Rubina Dembala lead actor. Kiran madam is my idol, you know I have personally chatted with her, I am a dediacted fan of her. You know didi actually Rubina Dembala is her real husband. It was in a fitness magazine news that Kiran madam married a Pakistan shemale. Rubina is so sexy than more actresses, even than Sunny leone.Kiran madam is so lucky. You know didi I have interviewed both of them when madam came to judge for masculine feminine fashion show in our college. I will never miss the movie, hope Raji love it, i will tell him. Where is movie now shows, one more amazing fact Kiran madam is now settled with her shemale husband in ooty, she will be happy to meet me.”

Krishna,” that means I can meet both of them, it is dream come true.”

Bhama,” just hold your breath sister, movie is shown in Aparajita theatre at night 12 to 2. Yesterday only girls were there except us.”

Devi,” then no problem , that theatre owned by our PT madam , physics madam and computer science hod madam. It is their equal partnership. So I know why only this theatre shows this movie. Didi you know madams ride costly bike, each of them have 4 husbands. All of their husbands wear saree and look after house. Each husband is allotted a flat, they spend equal time with their husbands.”

Bhama,” thats great, but who is this Raji.”

Devi,” didi you know I was planning to share something with you. Raji is eldest son of our PT madam, he is very pretty, i am in love with him, he is 2 year elder to me. Once in college campus I saw him, he was wearing Anarkali suit sitting behind his mother’s harley davidson. He was looking like a fresh flower, his smile his colour, eyes.”

Krishna,” salee ji, you have scanned a lot in short time, what more body parts you have scanned more.”

Devi,” ohh come on bhabhi, he is not as beautiful as you, Didi is super lucky, no one is like you.” Krsihna,” stop flattering me salee ji.”
Devi,” but one problem is there, I have never talked to him , only seen him 10 times around his home in evening.”

Krishna,” so naughty Salee ji, concentraing on study, hmm not bad, love study is very important.”

Devi,” but I fear for his mom our PT madam, she is so strict, she never allows him outside house without being accompany him, if she will find I am talking to his son, surely she will kill me.”

Bhama,” you have never talked to him , you love him and yet you fear his mother. There is no love without courage, from his upbringing I can guess he will never venture outside without permission of his mother. Its your risk, and you are planning to take him to a movie where explicit sex scenes are there. Are you nuts, bitch, he will be traumatized, he is not a slut , a princess. Just watch movie by yourself and make better use of you own finger for your own pleasure till that time and have courage
to talk to him through proper channel, directly ask his mother to date him, gather courage else you are no sister of mine.”

[ashishrajan]

One day while pressing legs of Bhama

Krishna,” Ji I want to learn bike again, please teach me, this time I want you to teach me Ji. Atleast I can go for vegetables, shopping necessary items.”

Bhama,” what if you make accident.”

Krishna,” this time I have confidence with you ji.”

Bhama,” ok, tomorrow morning I will teach you, get ready as early as possible.” Next morning Bhama woke up found Krishna wearing half pant and shirt . Bhama,” what are you wearing.”
Krishna,” ji, you promised me to teach bike.”


So, Krishna said, “ok I’m there with you, now teach me how to ride”. Without any knowledge of where it would take us to, Bhama started virtual bike riding class for him. Krishna was very good at imagination, so this helped him as he imagined and described, she kept visualizing the same.

So, it went on and on. Bhama suddenly said to Krishna, “you are riding. I’m behind you and it started raining and you are wearing hot pants and spaghetti top”. he didn’t say anything she said stop the bike under that tree, this rain won’t stop now. She said ok and she grabbed this opportunity to introduce the erotic part of imagination. Bhama continued narrating her imagination to Krishna,

Bhama- I’m sitting behind you and I’m very close to you. My face is near your neck and your aroma of your hair is so intoxicating me that I’m forgetting everything.
Krishna – do you like it now. You can learn little forward and smell it properly.
Bhama- thank you. Now, I have pulled your hair one-side and your bare neck feels my hot
breath. I slowly lean forward and softly kiss your neck. Little I did know that it’s his weak point. Krishna – he said, he is getting shivers and said don’t do it.
But he didn’t stop her though

Bhama- can I wrap my hands around your stomach from behind? and I don’t wait for him reply I
just do it. he tries to pull my hands apart but he doesn’t put too much pressure.

Krishna,” Ji, you are not teaching me, you are imagining your fantasy, at night my body is yours, please teach me.”

Bhama,” ok ,ok, I remember, I will try my Patidev ji, Pati ka hukum.” Krishna,” do not call me Patidev, you are my Patni Devi Ji.”
Bhama,” ok, please wear a saree to learn bike ride.”
Krishna,” what is this mockery Ji, how can I ride wearing saree, i can if I am to sit as pilion.” Bhama,” hey you are challenging my capability, I had rode bike wearing saree, you have seen
me, why can not you, after all you are a man.”

Krishna,” ok., as your wish.”

Krishna wore blue saree while bhama wore a red saree. Krishna,” why you are wearing one.”
Bhama,” then how will I teach you , I will show you how it is done by giving example.”




she said to come out and Krishna saw she had keys of a scooter, scooty pep definitely macho for men logo. Bhama thought it will be definitely macho for men like Krishna and Joseph, better they wear saree stay in kitchen. She said let’s go for a ride and she will ride the scooter. Krishna said ok but he didn’t know riding properly but still, Bhama said ,”I’m there don’t worry let’s go to less traffic area.”

Till then, Bhama rode a scooter. She hated to ride a non geared light low speed machine, not for a macho woman like her, no doubt Paro, Devi love bullet. Then, Krishna sat ahead he started the scooter and yes he was riding ok but needed more experience to get confidence. Bhama had to sit very close behind him to control the scooter in an emergency. Bhama started remembering their virtual lessons and Bhama was really getting intoxicating aroma from Krishna’s hair and he uses an awesome perfume too. They driving me crazy.

Bhama just grabbed him from behind and started kissing his neck and shoulder by pulling his blouse till aside. Bhama was literally licking and giving wet kisses all over his neck n shoulder. Krsihna was enjoying it didn’t say anything continued riding.

Bhama got more courage and unbuttoned front side of Krishna’s blouse and slid her hands under the it and she was feeling his navel.Bhama was squeezing his navel and hips to tell you all that’s her one of the favorite part of Krshna.

BHAMA kept on exploring and Krishna said don’t stop those kisses around neck coz Krishna loves it. BHAMA got a green signal without wasting anytime her hands went to his boobs. BHAMA slowly grabbed them and started squeezing, wow! they were firm,

BHAMA lifted unhooked bra and pinched his nipple. It was in public. It was afternoon. People were going around. But didn’t get noticed by anyone. Krishna kept riding slowly and BHAMA was just going out of control. BHAMA was squeezing his bare boobs under his blouse.
Krishna started moaning. Krishna stops the scooter one side turned towards her and started smooching. His lips met BHAMA was on cloud 9. There was no measurement for her joy. They kissed very wild in the middle of the road. When vehicles used to pass by them,they used to stop then again continue. BHAMA kept squeezing Krishna’s boobs.

BHAMA tried sliding hand under her pants to panty but Krishna didn’t allow Krishna came to sense and Krishna just rode back to the office. The erection which Krishna got during that act didn’t get cooled down for at least 3 hours believe it or not. Such an erotic raunchy experience it was. We texted each other and Krishna said Krishna loved it and want to do again.

[ashishrajan]

Krishna comes out of closet:

Bhama wanted me to showcase my feminity to all my officemate, Paro organized a party themed like halloween for her office colleagues with family 5 days before Holi. For it to be fun office space was limited. Paro’s friend had owned a resort 50 km away from city. Special invitation
was sent to some of friends of Bhama, Paro. All were excited and it will be a overnight fun
programme.


I always wanted to expose my female self to the whole world and showcase my beauty to them. But, I was worried about the teasing and abuse I might get. So, I was waiting for the right opportunity to showcase my beauty to others. I felt that costume party is the one right time to show my beauty. So, I decided to wear something feminine and do all makeup and attend the costume party in my female avatar. Bhama was supporting me as Paro and she had seen their lovers in female attire not others.

The theme for the costume party is Western. Usually, I am very good in dressing up in traditional dresses. I always wanted to seduce others with Saree. But, this time I am unlucky and I had to try my luck with the western dresses. So, I have to wear something that doesn’t posess any quality
of traditionalism in it. I don’t have western clothes and I went to shop and purchased a Long
Maxi Skirt from the shop. I don’t know whether it would work out.

I removed my body hair with the help of veet hair removal cream. Watched youtube videos to do manicure and pedicure. I never wanted to become a teasing material. I wanted to do everything
in a perfect manner. So, I took a leave for that day and started my transformation. I did eyebrow threading, then I did shave my face too until there were no traces of hair left. After getting ready
in bodywise, I have to move towards the dressing part.

I did a normal dressing on red colour skirt and attached tops and did a little curl on my hair and
applied red lipstick. I got ready to attend the party. I did not know how many men will look me
with lust in their eyes. I never knew how many of them want to have me on their bed. But, I like the stares given by other men. I would like to see other women getting envy on my beauty. This is the common characteristic that most of the women possess.

Bhama came out wearing a catwoman suit. Her sculpted muscle showed she is a good candidate for a superheroine than skinny Halle Berry or Gul Moir. My mouth was wide open. She coated my lips with lipstick and kissed it. She also had customized her bike as batman. She roared her bike and thumped the seat indicating me to be her pilion. I sat on her front hugging her, and she zoomed bike very high speed, it was evening 8 pm, road was busy but she showed her superheroine skill in bike, my eyes were closed , no one could guess what is happenning, in 5 minutes we were out of city near forest. From there a small narrow diversion was taken, I opened my eyes as speed got slowed, we were deep in forest.

I: how far we are from

Bhama: As per direction we are 15 km away from resort. We are inside jungle. Are you afraid

I: No, with my heroine who will touch me. Bhama: I want to bang you here in jungle.
I: just save yourself kitten, after party I am all yours, please do not mess my make up, besides it is 1st time I am en femme for world. 1st impression you know and I am nervous about comments

Bhama: it will be alright, I am here my sweetie.
It was cold so I hugged her tightly, Bhama slowly rode.in 30 minutes we reached a decent looking small cottage, already 5 foreign imported customized bike seen in ghostrider, avenger, catwoman, superwoman was present. Bhama talked to two strangers in dark. She told me it is the place. When I looked there were 4 big women 7 feet with absolute muscle in panty and tshirt full body tattooed, tshirt showed bouncers, but they were very pleasant. Inside it was well lit and few occupancy, I could only found some in costumes of superheroines and some in skirts like me in different colour. Bhama took a seat. Within 10 minutes all invitees arrived. Paro came and met she was in tombraider costume while Joseph was blue skirt blouse.

Joseph was very excited on seeing me, but he did not reveal it to anyone. He came near me and hugged me. He kissed on my cheeks too. He told that I looked very pretty and would definitely love to dance with me. Others were not able to recognise me.































I was enjoying myself as a girl. Till the end of the travel, I had the feeling of a celebrity. Then, Paro announced in high voice welcoming all,” My dear sisters it is a golden time to have merry
making and family together, As most of us do not know each other it is 1st to introduce
yourselves.”

All introduced, to my surprise all men in feminine clothes so I feel comfortable, we men gathered in one place while women in other place.

Paro,” this is not a group of different sexes, I request each men present here to speak about themselves .”
Each men told their story.

It was early morning after introduction finished.

Paro,” Sorry sisters, we could not have any fun events, but I promise we will have 3 day fun in holi.”

All hurrayed, clapped.

Bhama,” it was enjoyable most as we know each other, a platform for our husbands to drop their inhibition, come out of closet and no one will live in fear of stigma, in our workplace we can organize well, thanks paro for this coming out party.”

Now the female bouncers gave us packets, it was normal pant shirt for women and salwar kameez for men, it was of same colour bright pink, men wore pink lipstick, pink bangles and pink sindur on forehead, pink high heels. Women wore pink helmet,pink shirt pant, pink sports shoes with pink handkerchief.

Now new customized bullets in pink colour, women naturally took dominant role in rider seat, men assumed in sitting one sided holding waist of women. Bike rally crossed road and surrounded city, every one looked amused and thought normal as men looking like women sitting behind women dressed in men clothes, but pink colour attracted attraction.

After touring city everyone departed to home repective. I and Bhama were tired and slept hugging each other without changing clothes.

[ashishrajan]

Doing Dishes




KRISHNA'was washing dishes again. KRISHNA feel like that's all KRISHNA do, all day long...but KRISHNA love every moment of it. KRISHNA barely get started on a sink full before KRISHNA start letting his mind wander to one of his favorite fantasies. KRISHNA check the clock and sigh a little...Bhama should be home soon. The thought of that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and his heart beat a little faster. For months, KRISHNA've thought about what it might be like for Bhama to come home to him. The time is finally here and KRISHNA've never been happier.

KRISHNA bring himself back to reality just as the water is about to overflow out of the sink. KRISHNA laugh a little at himself and get back to his task at hand. KRISHNA begin to slowly wash the dishes from lunch as his mind wanders. KRISHNA begin thinking about those first well-placed kisses KRISHNA'll receive when Bhama get in from work. KRISHNA get excited as KRISHNA think about her soft lips on his neck, one hand in his curls and the other settled on his hip. KRISHNA imagine her hand wandering up just a bit to graze the side of his breast...her lips trailing kisses to his ear. KRISHNA can almost hear her sultry voice and feel her breath on
his ear as Bhama whisper 'hello'. Shivers run up and down his spine and his head rolls back just a
bit. KRISHNA moan her name very quietly to himself.

Just as KRISHNA begin to lose himself in his fantasy, KRISHNA hear the door open. Bhama are home! KRISHNA turn and smile as Bhama come into the kitchen. Bhama come to him and it's exactly as KRISHNA thought it would be. Her lips on his neck, hand on his hip. KRISHNA can tell by the insistency of her kisses that Bhama've spent the day fantasizing about the same thing. His hands are wet. KRISHNA want to entwine his fingers into her hair just the way Bhama like but Bhama have him pinned against the sink, his back to Bhama. Her hand is softly moving up
his hip and around to cup his breast lightly. The hand in his curls moves down his shoulder and
KRISHNA can feel her fingertips playing down his arm to his wrist.

His hands are holding onto the sink now...his knees are weak with desire and KRISHNA feel like the only solid things in the world are the edge of this sink full of sudsy water and her body. Her kisses are warm and wet and KRISHNA know what Bhama want. Her hand moves to squeeze his ass while the other one squeezes his breast. KRISHNA moan into her kiss and move his hips involuntarily to press back against Bhama. That is when KRISHNA feel it...Bhama came home ready for him.

KRISHNA get so wet at the feel of her strapped on cock that it's almost like the Amazon between his thighs. KRISHNA continue to roll his hips so his ass presses back against Bhama. KRISHNA know how much Bhama love this...KRISHNA know how much Bhama desire him. KRISHNA can feel it in her kisses. Her squeezing becomes more urgent...his knees are getting weaker. KRISHNA need Bhama...now. Bhama sense his need and before KRISHNA know it Bhama have pulled the hem of his skirt up and opened the front of her khakis. KRISHNA close his eyes and can see Bhama pulling her cock out in perfect detail
in his mind.

























KRISHNA bend over the sink and offer himself to Bhama. One hand is holding the cock...teasing it up and down his slit, barely parting his lips. The other hand is firmly wrapped in his hair and tugging just a bit. KRISHNA moan quietly and beg Bhama to enter him. His body is on fire for Bhama. KRISHNA feel like the phoenix, burning up and so close to ashes. Bhama finally slide into him...his pussy stretching tight to take all of Bhama in. KRISHNA whimper with desire as Bhama fill him. Her body is pressed tight to mine and Bhama stay put for a moment. KRISHNA'm enjoying the fullness of having Bhama so deep inside. Bhama begin stroking in and out of him painfully slow at first. KRISHNA'm throbbing for Bhama. Hungry for her touch on every inch of his skin.

Her slow pulling and pushing is driving him mad...KRISHNA want Bhama to fuck him. KRISHNA want Bhama to make him moan. KRISHNA want to muffle his screams of passion by biting his lip until it bleeds. Bhama begin to enter him a little quicker...still pulling out slowly, but pushing herself back in with force. KRISHNA moan her name and Bhama move quicker still. KRISHNA grip the sink and close his eyes tighter. Bhama begin fucking him with quick, long strokes. KRISHNA loosen his grip with one hand and reach between his thighs to tease his clit while Bhama continue stretching his pussy around her cock. His thighs quiver and KRISHNA press himself back against Bhama, hungry for more. Bhama grab his hips and pull him tight onto Bhama. KRISHNA quicken the pace of his fingers on his clit while Bhama hold herself tight inside him. KRISHNA can feel the orgasm begin deep in his belly and KRISHNA moan her name over and over...begging Bhama to stay still...filling him while KRISHNA cum. KRISHNA toss his head back and bite his lip. His body quivers and KRISHNA was cumming. KRISHNA can feel her body tense up and KRISHNA know Bhama have finished right along with him.

As KRISHNA begin to relax KRISHNA was already thinking about the things KRISHNA long to do to Bhama once we get upstairs in our room. KRISHNA grin secretly and sigh. His body
eases up and KRISHNA feel Bhama slide out of him nice and slow. Her arms are around him and KRISHNA lean back against Bhama. Bhama whisper 'hello, baby' in his ear and KRISHNA giggle softly. What KRISHNA'm really thinking is that was one helluva hello. Bhama turn him around and KRISHNA smile at Bhama...Bhama look tired but KRISHNA know Bhama'll let him play for just a bit longer.

His smile grows into a sly grin as KRISHNA slowly drop to his knees before Bhama. His eyes locked on yours, peeking up above his glasses. KRISHNA keep his eyes on yours as KRISHNA begin teasing the tip of her wet cock with his tongue...tasting himself on Bhama. KRISHNA
swirl his tongue around and slowly begin sliding Bhama into his mouth and down his throat. Her
hands are instantly in his hair...pushing him onto Bhama. KRISHNA moan around Bhama and back his head up. Removing his mouth and kissing the very tip. KRISHNA smile playfully up at Bhama and whisper 'let's go to bed...'


Sunday Shower

bykitnkittykat©


KRISHNA've just spent another long, hot afternoon in the garden and all KRISHNA can think about is taking a shower to cool himself down. The garden looks great, but KRISHNA'm a mess. Covered in dirt and sweat, KRISHNA let himself into the back door and slip out of his gardening boots. KRISHNA've rinsed himself off a bit with the hose but it's nowhere near what a shower could do for him.

KRISHNA peek into the living room...Bhama are watching television and KRISHNA don't want to disturb Bhama so KRISHNA breeze past Bhama and blow Bhama a little kiss on the way to the bathroom. KRISHNA close the door behind him, hearing the comforting 'click' of the door as
it latches and KRISHNA'was left in pure privacy. KRISHNA undress in front of the mirror and eye his body from every angle. KRISHNA make a face in the mirror and turn away from it, unhappy with what KRISHNA see reflecting back at him.

At times like this, KRISHNAwas comforted by the fact that KRISHNA know Bhama love his body. KRISHNA can almost feel her hands running down his sides and over his soft curves. Bhama sometimes refer to him as her 'Rubenesque beauty'...it always makes him giggle and blush, but KRISHNA love it. Thinking about how much Bhama enjoy his body perks his self- esteem right back up and KRISHNA run a loving hand down from his collarbone, between the valley of his breasts, and over his belly. KRISHNA let his fingers linger there for a moment before inching them down to the soft, short hair covering his mound. KRISHNA stroke it for a moment, his eyes fluttering closed as KRISHNA picture her strong, sure hand as his own. KRISHNA open his eyes and catch a glimpse of himself in the mirror; mouth open, eyes half closed, hand between his thighs. KRISHNA blush and shake his head. Giggling, KRISHNA address his reflection, "Sophie Price...Bhama wanton hussy!"

KRISHNA turn the water on and set it as chilly as KRISHNA can stand it. After letting the shower run for a moment, KRISHNA take a deep breath and ease into the cool spray. His nipples harden instantly as the icy water rushes down over his body. A quiet moan escapes him as KRISHNA run the palms of his hands across the little gumdrops atop his breasts. KRISHNA pinch them both lightly between his thumb and forefinger and roll them just a bit. KRISHNA moan again...louder this time.

KRISHNA bite his lip and hope Bhama didn't hear him. Then again, perhaps if Bhama think Bhama are missing out on some fun, Bhama might come join him. Just the very thought of our wet, naked bodies rubbing against each other makes him groan with pleasure. KRISHNA squeeze his nipples harder and cry out softly. Just as KRISHNAwas about to trail his fingertips down his soft and very round belly, KRISHNA hear the door latch open. KRISHNA tug on his
engorged, sensitive nipples and whimper loudly. His eyes are closed, but KRISHNA can hear the curtain as it rustles when Bhama enter the shower with him. Before KRISHNA can even open
his eyes, Bhama have her mouth latched around one of his swollen nipples and her arms snake their way 'round his waist, pulling him to Bhama.

KRISHNAwas putty in her arms. KRISHNA press his wet body against yours and his hips instinctively rock. Bhama position her leg between mine and KRISHNA begin to grind against it slowly. Her lips haven't left his breast the entire time and Bhama are suckling at his nipple like a hungry babe. KRISHNA run his fingers through her wet hair and give it a little tug, jerking her head back ever so slightly and causing Bhama to scbang her teeth across his nipple roughly. KRISHNA cry out with pleasure as her teeth rasp against his hardened nipple.

The longer Bhama suck and nibble at his breast, the harder KRISHNA grind against her leg. KRISHNA've lost track of where the water ends and his wetness begins. The longer her mouth works on his nipple, the harder and faster KRISHNA grind against her thigh. Just as KRISHNA think KRISHNA'm about to explode with a body-shaking orgasm, Bhama pull away and look up at him with a devious grin. KRISHNA whimper and mewl but Bhama shake her head 'no' and proceed to reach for the shampoo with that same grin never wavering. KRISHNA hang his head
a bit at being denied an orgasm, but turn to face the spray so Bhama can wash his hair.

Bhama take her time...rubbing his scalp and neck, massaging the shampoo into his hair before rinsing it clean. It's his turn to wash her hair and KRISHNA do it as meticulously as Bhama did mine...massaging her scalp and shoulders. When KRISHNA'm finished, Bhama put her head under the spray and KRISHNA watch her strong hands as they gently rinse the soap from her hair. KRISHNA picture those hands that KRISHNA love and know so well, trailing down his sides and gripping his ample hips to pull him to Bhama once again.




























KRISHNA shake his head to clear the fantasy from it as Bhama begin soaping up his body. Bhama move slow and sensuously. KRISHNA notice that Bhama seem to be taking her time at all the 'sweet spots' on his body. Languorously washing his inner arms, breasts, inner thighs...every single one of the spots that drive him mad with desire. Bhama take particularly long while washing his breasts, using her thumb to rub back and forth over his nipple. When KRISHNA glance up at her face, Bhama seem to be in a state of pure bliss. KRISHNA'm certain his face mirrors the same. KRISHNA whimper with anticipation and Bhama nod quickly as if Bhama understand exactly what it is that KRISHNA need. Bhama wash herself quickly as KRISHNA rinse then rinse herself before stepping out onto the bath mat and toweling off. KRISHNA wipe his skin dry with one of our big fluffy towels and take her proffered hand.

Bhama immediately pull him into her strong arms and kiss him hard. It's a kiss full of desire and need and urgency. Bhama begin backing up slowly, pulling him with Bhama towards the bedroom. KRISHNA follow like a curious kitten being enticed by a string. KRISHNA'm eager to see what Bhama have in store for him, for us. KRISHNA follow Bhama to the bed and Bhama murmur softly into his wet hair 'bend over, love...'. KRISHNA shiver and his nipples instantly harden. KRISHNA can feel his cheeks flush a bright pink. KRISHNA nod quickly and turn to bend over the bed, resting on his forearms with his backside high in the air. His thighs
are wide open and KRISHNA was on display for Bhama. KRISHNA can hear Bhama growl softly in her throat and KRISHNA know Bhama are pleased at the sight before Bhama.

KRISHNA imagine what her view must look like. A pretty pink pussy, wide open and inviting...glistening and wet. The thought just excites him more. KRISHNA wriggle his backside a bit but stop as soon as KRISHNA feel her fingertip caressing his folds. A soft gasp escapes his lips when KRISHNA feel her finger plunge into him. His body involuntarily rocks back against her hand, swallowing up as much of her finger as KRISHNA can take. Her other hand moves to caress his hip and guide his body back and forth onto her hand. Ever so gently, Bhama slip a second finger inside. KRISHNA moan loudly and arch his back...his body begging for Bhama to begin pumping in and out.
















Bhama begin slowly at first, her fingers exploring him as if it were our first time making love. Bhama are moving with a sureness, but so gently. Bhama ease in and out of him achingly slow at first then begin gaining a bit of speed. KRISHNAwas trying to stay still to give Bhama full control but it's becoming increasingly harder not to buck back against her hand. Each time KRISHNA try, though, the hand on his hip grips his skin a bit harder as if to let him know
Bhama are the one in charge right now.

KRISHNA groan loudly as her fingertips graze his g-spot and his hips rock back. The hand on his hip grips him and steadies his backside from moving again as Bhama begin to pump faster now. Bhama bend down and KRISHNA can feel her breath on his shoulder as
Bhama whisper into his still damp hair 'Bhama look so sexy from this angle...that pretty
pussy all on display just for him, the little pink rosebud between her cheeks just begging for a finger, her back arching with every thrust into Bhama...'.

His body reacts to every word Bhama whisper by growing wetter still. Her fingertips trail from his hip over to grip one of his cheeks and KRISHNA feel a probing finger pushing lightly against his rosebud. KRISHNA moan loudly and nod his head furiously to grant Bhama permission to enter him. Within seconds, Bhama have slipped the very tip of her first finger into him. His back arches painfully and KRISHNA know KRISHNA was already on the verge of an orgasm.

Bhama can feel it too...KRISHNA can tell by the way Bhama change her pace to thrust into him harder and pull out slowly. Bhama are urging him on to an orgasm with her hands and her mouth is busy nibbling at his shoulder. Just as KRISHNA was about to finish, Bhama slide out of him
completely and firmly roll him onto his back. KRISHNAwas stunned for a moment...just long enough for Bhama to climb on top of him and find his clit with her fingertip. Her eyes are on his ample breasts and the engorged nipples sitting atop them. KRISHNA grin up at Bhama and cup his heavy breasts with both hands, offering them up to Bhama much the same as KRISHNA offered himself to Bhama earlier.

As her fingertip begins slow circles around his clit, Bhama dip her head down to take one of his nipples into her mouth. Gripping it lightly with her teeth, her soft tongue strokes at the tip. Bhama know his very weakness and Bhama are playing upon it well. Bhama know it won't be long before KRISHNA come to orgasm once Bhama begin teasing his breasts. Bhama begin to suckle and KRISHNA feel it begin...Bhama can tell KRISHNAwas about to gush because her fingertip begins playing a staccato upon his clit, moving in quick strokes back and forth as Bhama suckle greedily at his breast.

Within a few moments his back arches and KRISHNA cry out her name as his orgasm hits him. His nectar gushing out of him and onto her hand, his thighs, the bed. His fingers are tangled up in her hair, holding Bhama to his breast while KRISHNA finish. KRISHNA snake his arm down and between her thighs to find her soaking wet opening while KRISHNA was still orgasming, eager to make Bhama come with him. KRISHNA begin thrusting into Bhama quickly at first and then KRISHNA find her g-spot. KRISHNA focus on it, wriggling his fingertips against it whilst Bhama are still suckling on his breast.

KRISHNA whisper into her ear that KRISHNA want Bhama to finish with him. Her quick nod lets him know that Bhama are going to grant his request. KRISHNA move his thumb to rub back and forth across her clit while continuing to tease her g-spot and within
seconds KRISHNA feel Bhama tighten around his fingers and KRISHNA know Bhama are
about to come. KRISHNA continue thumbing her clit and whimper into her ear as his body goes rigid and KRISHNA gush again, this time ejaculating up onto her thigh. This becomes just far too much for Bhama and KRISHNA hear Bhama call his name out loudly as
Bhama finish, coating his hand in her juices.

KRISHNA take his time easing out of Bhama, cupping her mound with his palm and lightly stroking at the bit of hair there with the very tips of his fingers. KRISHNA glance up at her face as Bhama roll off his body and slide her fingers out. Bhama are watching him intently and KRISHNA tilt his head quizzically at Bhama. "What's wrong, love?" KRISHNA whisper while reaching up to stroke her hair. Her lips curl up into that smile that KRISHNA adore and Bhama lean down to nuzzle her nose against his cheek.

[ashishrajan]

one blissful day in Krishna's life
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It was almost 5 in the evening and I was just finished cooking food for my wife and myself, I put champagne on the ice, took my cooking apron off ,lit scented candles on the dining table, checked my face in the mirror and went to take shower. I have very little hair on my body and face but shoulder length hair on my head since my college years. I washed my smooth body with exfoliating lotion and washed my long hair with volume boosting shampoo and shaved my private parts and whatever the hair I had on my body. You see today was a special day for us I promised something to her and she is vary exited about it. What exactly am I talking? I will explain in the next few para.After taking shower I wrapped my hair in towel and wore a bath robe and started primping my self in front to mirror. My wife already had put a box on the bed since morning marked "wear me" and made me swore not to open until I am done taking shower in the evening and I can not say no to my wife when she ask me to do something in such a seductive manner squeezing her ample breasts and biting her juicy lips. She will soon see me for the first time in woman's cloths and I am not sure she is as exited as I am for wearing them-not the first time. I am really curious what she has for me in the box but I will curb my curiosity for few more moments.

So here I am infront of mirror of the dressing table drying my hair and admiring my naked body infront of mirror. My heart is now racing and my hands are shaking with exitment of opening the box. It was quiet a big one too. As soon I opened it I saw red colored ghaghara and matching choli and chunni with it. Right away I know it was "Dulhan's Joda" which is usually worn by Indian bride on the day of the marriage and I am on cloud 9. The box also had sexy satin red and black lingerie type paadded bra and
thong panty. It also has makeup set , fake gold jewlerry -including clipon earrings, mangalsutra, bangles ,
payal and waistband.I right away put panty and bra. To my amazement the cups of bra are almost filled with my own flash on the chest which is creating beautiful cleavage. The thong made my buttox looked really curvacious and plump and anyone would want to spank it. Then came the ghaghara and the feel of the beautiful silk cloth was giving me shivers and I was getting hard in my panty and after that came choli. The choli was perfect fit to me and the it created even more beautiful curves on my chest-which frankly looked more and more like C cup breasts . How is that possible? I am having C cup breasts? I
could not resist squeezing them my self and I was so hard I was on the verge of exploding in my panty so I calmed down and drank some water. I put on the jewlery and the feel of whole thig was chaniging my thinking as well. I am now trying to act like female automatically. I dont know what has gotten in to me but I am walking with my hips swinging and behaving very shy looking in the mirror. I guess my inner female is taking over my mind as well.At last when I put mangalsutra I felt like I am a completley new person and I never want to be anything else. I checked the time and it was only an hour left til my wife will come.So I started applying makeup. First came the foundation and then rouge, the then mascara
and then finally bold red lipstick. All I have to do is get my hair done and put the long acrylic nails I am
ready for my wife as her wife. I used curling iron to put the curl the hair but than I thought it would be better to go with a french bun updo the one worn by Princess Kate Middleton with one curls on the each side near ear. I have done the hairstyling on myself plenty of times so I dont need to too much time to
do it.I am done.I was kind of exited as well as really shy to look in the mirror as a fully made up but I
looked in the mirror and I cant believe what I was seeing, it was beautiful, sexy, curvaceous woman looking back at me. I wonder what my wife would think after all I was dressed for her. At that time I realized my whole thinking was just like woman as well. My whole body except huge bulge between my
leg and hair looked just like sexy woman and now mind is also thinking like woman waiting for her lover anxiously.

 I could not take my eyes of the mirror and at the same time I hear knock on the door and my heart started racing so much I thought it would burst out of my bra and choli: It was my wife. Anticipation of her seeing me for the first time as woman that too really sensuous at that, was killing me. I ran outside and turned all the lights off only faint light coming from the candle in the dining room was there. I put my ghunghat over my face like a bride and opened the door and there she was holding flower in her hand for me and I could not look straight to her as a 'shirmili' baiwi. She also seem to have changed in pant suite like a groom but her hair was free flowing and she was showing a little cleavage and her face was made up with bold red lipstick.She gave me the flower and said “ this is for my lovely lady love”.I was very shy and blushing like a tomato.Then she put her briefcase on the table and took my perfectly manicured hand with pink nailpolished hand and took me to the sofa,




























Then without saying a word ,she lifted my ghunghat and put her long finger tips under my chin and took a long look to see how I look all the while me looking down not having to look in the eyes of my “wife” , and then I closed my eyes.then her lips gently touched mine and two sets of lips with red lipstick met for the first time.after a long deep passionate kiss she hugged me and my Breasts squeezed against hers. My spine was tingling like never before and I was hard as a metal rod.Plan is to have a romantic candle light dinner where we have dinner and champaigne and get tipsy a bit but she just held me hand and took directly in the bedroom.Once we went in the bedroom she just surprised me with her strength and pulled me in her arms like I was some doll.She gave me big strong hug and started feeling me all over my body.Her hands are moving up and down my back side squeezing my buttox and backless choli.She really started taking control she held my hand firmly and led me on the bed and made me sit on it.I can see the lust and naughtiness in her big eyes.She was looking at me like she was
going to eat me alive. She snatched my goodnight and my breasts were exposed and I quickly tried to cover with my hands but she said “ are meri chhamiya, mujhse kya shamana meri jaan”.































I was so shy and embarrassed I could not even make eye contact. Then she removed her blazer and unbuttoned first couple of buttons on her shirt and let her hair loose. She then came close to me and put her hands on my feet and slowly moved up and under my ghaghara and all the way up to my inner thighs and then started scratching my inner
thighs just below my erect member and that was unbelievably erotic. I can’t control my self and had to hold her hands before she reaches my male parts. Her eyes then focused on my
‘breasts’ and I can see a mischief in her eyes as she bit her corner of her lower lip and her hands slowly came close and initially just used her both palms to just sort of measure the
size of my ‘breasts’ and her eyes widened and had that dirty smile as if she is asking how come they are so big? She suddenly squeezed them and she looked totally amazed about
how soft and real they felt. She really fondled them allover and found my hard nipples and she pinched them as well. I was in extreme state of euphoria.I was blacking out and serotonin levels must be off the charts. I was feeling and enjoying every second of her hands squeezing my ‘breasts’. I did not want this to be stopped. I really felt like I was a woman and a
lesbian at that. Her fingers now started to unhook my choli hooks one by one. I was writhing with ecstasy while she was taking my clothes off. She also took her clothes off one by one and in no time she was stark naked and looking at that perfect body I was drooling like a puppy and then my eyes caught one thing and that one thing was she was wearing a harness and on the harness there was protruding an 8 inch brown colored real life dildo with attached balls as well.It was really realistic looking dildo and it scared me a bit.I knew I was going to be anally probed by her but it was way too big and I started thinking how is
it going to fit inside of me.She just grabbed my throbbing member and I screemed like a little girl. She then climbed on top of me and finished removing my ghaghra and choli and I was only in my lingerie now.Both of her hands held my hand as I was shuddering by the touch of her dildo but she held both of my arms firmly and clamed me down.Then she started kissing me all over me my lips my ears my neck my shoulder my forehead, my “boobs”. She latched on to my left nipple and her hand was squeezing my right boob.She was sucking and biting my nipple like tigress biting in to her pray.I thought she will rip my nipple off.I also tried to grab her big swinging boobs but she slapped on my hand and continued with squzeeing my “boobs”.


After 5 minutes of “boob” play she brought out lubricant under the pillow which she generously applied on her dildo after putting on a condom on it.She also liftet my hips removed my thong that was barely containing my rock hard rod and threw it on the floor and then spread my legs and and said “ on wow just look at your man pussy, so tight and so fresh and untouched, it would be sad to pop your cherry” and then put generous amount of lube on my anus .I knew what was coming and thought of it made me just scared to be frank. That’s when I realized how women must be going through. I was sexual arousal at the highest and also quite a bit of fear as to how her husband will be rough or gentle. I was also wondering how my wife will be behaving. She suddenly pushed me to change my position and made me sleep on my stomach. She came from behind now and lifted my hips, I was mentally preparing my self and at the same time trying to make sexy feminine whimpers. She climbed on my back and whispered in my ear “ hold on baby girl, this will pain a bit but very sweet pain” Saying that she opened my French bun with one stroke and there goes my curled hair was freely on my back. She lifted my but higher to make me in a doggy style and also to have wider access to my “vagina”.And suddenly she slowly inserted her dildo inside of me, It was a feeling I can not describe. It was pain but extreme arousal as well.It was nothing like I have ever felt before.She was stroking me like a pro as if to give me right
amount of pain with the pleasure. While continuing to stroke she bent over and removed my bra and threw it on the floor as well and grabbed my “breasts” and started to knead them like a dough or like making slightly unripe mango softer.She squeezed my “breasts” so hard and pinched my nipples so hard I thought I will start lactating there. She bit me on my ear as well.I was ready to cum at that time and she noticed that as I was screaming louder and louder like a whore but suddenly she grabbed my balls very hard and whispered “ not yet my wify not just yet, We will both cum together” She grabbed hold of my balls for 3-4 more minutes tightly with one hand and pulling my hair with other while increasingly stroking harder and harder. She really was making me her bitch, well I was screaming like a horny bitch as well. She said whispered “ I am about to cum baby” and she let go of my balls and in next 30 seconds we both had massive explosive orgasm as we both screamed so hard it felt like we will break the ceiling. The orgasm lasted for next 3-4
minutes. She was still stroking me while having her own orgasm. And we were spent at that time. She pulled her dildo out of my man vagina and just fell to the bed. I just could not open my eyes for next 5 minutes.My butt was extremely sore and hurting like hell being pounded hardcore for more than an hour. She rode me 3 more times like that before we slept in each other’s arms,Without wearing single clothing but only dildo which was still touching my sore man “ vagina”.

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[ashishrajan]

She was getting undressed when I asked. Just sitting at the edge of her bed in panties and a thin black t- shirt, when I kneeled down before her. I still couldn't believe I said it.


I didn't dare to look at her face. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I buried my face in her thigh, hiding. I was so scared of how she might react. There was something about the touch of her skin, the feeling of being so close to her, that made me feel safe.


I felt her hand on my chin and raised my head off her lap, still looking down, unable to meet her gaze. She brought one hand under my cheek, cradling my face, so tenderly. I breathed a sigh of desire and relief and anticipation. That touch gave me strength, made me brave, and I looked up at her, ready for anything.
"Are you sure?" She said


"Yes PatniDevi, please," and again, "please!" Then a final, quiet "please." "Such a good slave," she said. I loved those words.
I heard it before I felt it. The sound of her riding crop stinging across my other cheek. It was just loud at first, then I felt it - the shock, the adrenaline, coursing through my veins.


I saw her lower her arm and quickly asked "PatniDevi, will you do it again?"
And she did. The gentle hand cupping my cheek, the crop slapping my face, the adrenaline, and this time a moan. It just slipped out. I leaned my face down against her thigh again and I could smell her - wet and waiting - just the thin fabric of her panties between us. I moaned again - still feeling the after affects moving through me.
I raised my head and asked "Once more?" then quickly "please PatniDevi."


I saw the twinkle in her eyes and felt the crop again. I moaned hard. It didn't hurt at all this time - just sent pleasure racing through my body. Electricity across my skin that somehow found it's way straight to my cock. I bowed my head between her legs, overwhelmed, breathing in her scent again and moaned louder this time.


She pulled her knickers to the side, "look how wet you made me."


"Yes," I breathed, staring at her beautiful pussy. Desperate to taste her, but waiting. Then a simple command, "lick me."
It took every ounce of willpower I had not to leap forward and devour her. I wanted to, wanted to slide
my hard cock so deep inside her. Wanted to feel how wet she was, wanted to fuck her senseless.


Instead I breathed somehow, and gently kissed her inner thigh. I slowly moved my tongue across her, trying to put all of my submission, all of my heart and all of my desire into that one movement. She breathed out my name and I knew she felt it. I licked her again, tasting her. I was lost. I could feel myself
slipping away, slipping into such sweet surrender.


As I licked her again, I heard her chuckle under her breath. She always felt it somehow. Felt me giving in. "Good boy," she said quietly.
I slid my tongue inside her, back out and then deeper. I heard that wonderful dark laughter again and felt her hand push my face back, away from her. "Don't move," she said, and I obeyed.


She pulled the shirt up over her head and threw it on the floor. Then pulled her legs up and slid her panties down over her beautiful thighs, across the length of her calves and then over her feet. Then she raised her panties to my lips and I kissed them. I breathed in her scent and she rewarded me with a smile.


She dropped her panties to the floor and I fell right into her trap. Ducking down eagerly to retrieve them for her. I had just grabbed them when she said "I thought I told you to kneel."


"Yes PatniDevi!" I said, quickly, but I knew it was too late.


I saw that twinkle in her eye again, then she began to tease me. "Such a bad slave, what am I to do with you?" She wondered aloud.
I was still lost, desperate to please her, and hoping for some chance to make up for my sins. "Anything you want PatniDevi." I meant it in every possible way. "I'm yours."

"I know," she said, running her crop up and down my body. Then she slapped it across my face again - sharp and hard. "Yes," I hissed. Then I felt her crop against my shoulder, then my chest. "I'm yours," I whispered over and over again as she hit me. I felt the leather against my nipples, my arms, my neck.


She was rough and I loved it. Loved letting her use me. It should have hurt, but it didn't, instead my cock was rock hard. It felt too good. My cock jumped each time the crop touched me and I felt like I could come at any moment. Then I felt the sweet kiss of her crop against my cock and my world exploded with pleasure. I barely recognized the noises coming out of my own mouth. I was like an animal, moaning and screaming and begging as she struck me again and again. I knew I was going to come. I could feel the wave about to wash over me when she suddenly stopped.


I collapsed on the floor at her feet, panting and whimpering.


"I'm not done with you yet," she said and I shuddered in response.


"Up on the bed," she commanded me, and I crawled onto her bed, panting for breath.


I knew she wanted me on my hands and knees, so I turned away from her on the bed, kneeled down with my legs spread wide and buried my face in the bed. I felt so exposed, but that turned me on even more. I started gently rocking back and forth like I could feel her inside me already.


She watched me for a moment, then started to slide her hands all over my body. Her fingers caressing my ass, teasing me, then moving down between my legs and over my hard cock. I swayed under her touch and groaned as she touched my ass again. Her hands sliding over me, until I felt her fingers start
to open me up, testing how ready I was.


She leaned forward and I felt her breath against me, and it was like the whole world disappeared. I felt the tip of her tongue touch me and I surrendered to her. It felt incredible. She licked me so gently that I nearly wept, my entire body letting go, joining my mind in breathless submission. I felt her slide her tongue inside me and whimpered my pleasure. "I'm yours," I breathed, happily burying my face in the bed.
"Turn around!" She said, and I complied, still kneeling, but facing her now.


She grabbed her new strap-on cock from the night stand and slid it up over her legs. I watched transfixed, burning every second into my mind. Just before she pulled the harness up over hips, she sat back against the headboard. She stretched her right leg out, until her tiny foot was barely resting on my forehead. That touch was electric, I felt the pure joy of submission while I stared at the beautiful view between her legs, watching as she slid the inner piece of her cock into her wet pussy.


"Do you like what you see?" she moaned at me.


"Yes PatniDevi yes yes yes," the words tumbled out of my mouth, "you're so beautiful. Please, please."


"Please what?"


"Please, fuck me. I need your cock," I breathed. Then begged "please fuck me, PatniDevi. Please." She laughed a little in the back of her throat enjoying my desperation. "Please, please, please," I couldn't stop begging as she took some oil and rubbed it up and down the length of her hard cock. She moaned
as she stroked her cock and I moaned with her. Begging quietly under my breath, "please PatniDevi, fuck me, please, please." She was in no rush though, she just slowly stroked her cock, while I begged her to take me. I couldn't say how long I stared, hypnotized, as she touched herself. Eventually I must have begged enough, because she stood up in front of me, and slowly walked around me, my eyes glued to the cock dangling between her legs.
I could feel her move behind me, and then grab my ass. "You're mine," she growled, suddenly
grabbing my hips and sliding her cock inside me. With one hard thrust she was deep inside me. I threw my head back and called her name, my heart melting as she took me. She growled again and grabbed my hair, holding me in place as she fucked me hard.


She was moaning with every thrust, puling my hair with one hand while the other held my hip, keeping my body right where she wanted me. She was using me, taking her pleasure, and I loved every second of it. I moaned and screamed for more. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Take me with your beautiful cock."


"YES!" She screamed as she pounded into me. Her muscles flexing and sweat pouring off her body. I thrust back against her, trying to drive her cock deeper inside me, desperate for her to come. "You're such a good whore," she said as she pulled my head farther back, driving her cock deeper inside me.


"Yes," I moaned to her, feeling her getting closer "yes yes yes," I begged "please! I need you to come!" I was so far gone, and she was completely in control, her cock pounding into me so quickly that I could barely stand it.


"PatniDevi!" I screamed for her, as her nails scratched my back. Then I felt her hand pushing my face down into the bed, as I groaned in pleasure. Then suddenly it happened, one more deep thrust and she yelled "I'm coming!" And it was like the sun coming up. I was screaming her name as she fucked
me through her orgasm. Deep and hard, using me, taking me, coming inside me. It was heaven.


She rode me until the last shudders of her orgasm faded away, leaving us both breathless. The feeling of her coming inside me was so intense that I was still panting and moaning even after she pulled out. I was only half there - still lost somewhere, helpless, completely under her control. I rolled over to look up at her, desperate to see her beautiful face. "Such a good slave," she said, as I looked up into her eyes. Her approval was pure pleasure washing over me and I could feel my pulse pounding in my cock. I wanted to touch myself, but I couldn't move. I was lost in her eyes, trapped, waiting for her command.


She looked down, her blue eyes piercing through me, then said "come." And I exploded. My orgasm ripped through my body, cum bursting out of my cock. I could feel it landing all over my stomach and my chest and even my face. Just when I thought it might end, she stroked my cock and I came again, coating her beautiful hand with my cum.


When it finally ended, I was still staring into her eyes. I think I may have fainted or something, because the whole world disappeared into this beautiful white fog.


When I woke up I was laying next to her, with my head resting on her shoulder. Laying next to her, with her hand gently covering my mouth, as I licked her clean.

[ashishrajan]

meanwhile Joseph was retrospecting his life.
JOSEPH earn good salary and JOSEPH was able to afford to spend money for his normal life as well as crossdressing life. JOSEPH had struggled a lot in his life for getting a job as JOSEPH had expense for crossdressing along with his normal expense.

JOSEPH stay with his friends as a Paying Guest and it is pure boy's PG and it is very hard to dress up as a women. Moreover, JOSEPH did not have a single womenly thing of his own, until JOSEPH got the job. His previous dressing might be done either in a CD parlour or JOSEPH might have worn his mom's dresses.

But, after getting a job JOSEPH wanted to have a secret wardrobe and wanted to dress up in them. It was a 4 day holiday and his roommates went to their natives for spending the holidays. But, JOSEPH had other ideas. Yes, JOSEPH decided to stay alone in the room and dress up as women as JOSEPH don't have any other contact in the PG.






JOSEPH decided to dress up and enjoy to the core on these 4 days, but JOSEPH did not have any womenly stuffs. So, JOSEPH wanted to purchase them. But, was afraid to go to shop and ask for ladies dress. But, one good thing is very few people around me, know about me.

So, JOSEPH decided to take a chance this time. One good thing on that day was, JOSEPH was having beard in his face fully. So, no one would get a doubt if JOSEPH was a transgender or cross dresser. JOSEPH don't even want to take any risk.l even wanted to go that shop, when there would less people around, may be in the afternoon.

JOSEPH was waiting for his roommates to start. JOSEPH went to office and returned back soon as JOSEPH knew that his roommates would have left by that time. JOSEPH reached our room and took his travel bag and went to that shop. JOSEPH was a little bit nervous after reaching there.
The incident of his purchase will be discussed in next part.



As soon as JOSEPH went to shop. There were two gents present inside the shop. May be JOSEPH was comfortable to ask this to gents rather than ladies. May be lady might laugh at me, when they came to know that a guy have come to purchase ladies dress. These thoughts were running inside his mind and JOSEPH felt alright to ask this to gents.

JOSEPH asked him inner wear. He told me both baniyan and under wear ah? JOSEPH told him that ladies inner wear. He asked me the size. With confidence, JOSEPH replied him that 34B, he showed the collection of bras that he had. There were only 3 colours present in bra and all belonged to Daisy Dee company and it was Daisy Dee salwar Kameez bra.

One was white, another colour was black and the last one was Violet or purple. JOSEPH choose the last one. JOSEPH got courage and asked him for Petticoat. JOSEPH did not want to purchase panty as JOSEPH feel alright with his male inner wear alone.

He asked me which colour petticoat and JOSEPH preferred cream colour as it would match all the sarees. Then, JOSEPH went for saree. JOSEPH asked him the range for sarees, though
JOSEPH had enough money to buy costly saree, JOSEPH preferred to buy a simple saree in the range of 300 rupees and he gave me one in green colour. He asked me for what age you are looking for saree, in fear JOSEPH blabbered 40 years. So, he gave me a simple saree that would be worn by women of 40 years.

JOSEPH thought that, if JOSEPH could get blouse also, his purchase would be complete and JOSEPH can dress up as soon as JOSEPH reach his room. JOSEPH asked him whether readymade blouses are available. He gave me blouses of size 34 and only golden colour blouses were present and he told the starting range is 600. JOSEPH was ready to spend more for blouse as it is hard to go and get it stitched to a tailor. So , JOSEPH purchased it, paid the money and ran fast to his room.

[ashishrajan]

Joseph’s saree initiation



I was about 10 years younger than I am now, on a employment course in London for my company. As we were a global company with offices in Europe and India, there were also many attendees from these areas there too. I got to know some of them, mainly people who worked in same area as I did, but there was one young woman who kind of took my eye, she was at the back and even though she always listen to the tutor intensely, she never really took a great part in the discussions that were going on. She was Indian from the Mumbai office of our company, so I got chatting to her and we really did become friends there, she was really interested to know about life here in the UK, and I was really interested to know of her life back in India. She was working in the Mumbai office, but her family were all back in Kolkata, she had moved to Mumbai for work, but really  missed her family back in WB. She had her father, mother and older sister, and lived in women's hostel in Mumbai.

She seemed a bit lonely on the course, even though there were two other Indians there, they didn't really ever chat to each other. We really got on with each other, and on the off days I said I will show her London which she really appreciated, so I showed her around the famous sights in London. At lunch one day on the course she said I should come to Kolkata and visit her family which I accepted. Then unfortunately about 2 days later she had a message from home to say her father had gone into hospital, heart problems. So the next day she flew home but we exchanged email                                      and                                      phone                                      numbers. After few weeks had passed, though her father had unfortunately died due to heart failure, she invited me again to come to Kolkata to see her family, so I booked a 3 weeks flight stay in Kolkata and flew there, when she met me at the airport she was dressed in this amazing blue and yellow saree, as she knew how much I liked them. She had previously asked me to stay at her home, something I wasn't too sure about, so I thought why not, if I didn't like it I can always move to a hotel afterwards.

We arrived at her home, where I was met by her mother in a splendid white saree, and her sister, also her in a beautiful red and gold saree, they really had thought about this! I was treated like royalty while there the 1st few days, I could do anything even though I offered to. Every day we went out exploring, and every day she wore a different saree, explaining that it’s her culture to wear saris in Kolkata, so this is what she must do.

One day we were in a market, mainly textiles and clothes, so many saris for sale, so I asked her how she feels wearing saree, is it comfortable. What came next was a shocker, she asked me why don't I wear saree for 24 hours so I can experience what it’s like to wear a saree. I thought what the hell, why not? So we went into one of the shops there and I chose 3 saris for me to wear, and while we were there she got a woman to measure me for a blouse, in order to buy some plain blouses. We also bought petticoats and we left, I had bought myself some saris. When we returned home, she explained to her sister what we were going to do and she was really excited, dressing me up in a sari. So they told me to go and wash all over, and when I came out they gave me a petticoat to wear which I put on over my boxer shorts, and then they fitted the blouse on me (no bra), this blouse was feeling tight, but they said its normal and after few wears its loosens. Then came the saree. I had chosen different colors,
the one they were going to dbang me in was a yellow and light blue sari, so there I was standing in their room, 2 saree clad girls dbanging me in a saree. There were pins, pleats, pallu and blouses to be sorted, and in the end of it all, I was there, standing in an Indian home in full saree. I t was the most wonderful thing I had ever worn, to be covered from shoulders to feet in one single piece of cloth, a beautiful saree. They taught me how to sit, walk, as much as they can in the saree, but they say I will only learn about saree by wearing it, so I wear it their home all that day. I quickly learnt you cannot just wear a saree and let it flow, there are so many things you have to consider when wearing a saree, my left arm was busy all day, holding the pleats or the pallu, trying not to step on the pleats, trying not to get the pallu caught in anything. But for me to wear this, it felt absolutely wonderful and I was really enjoying it, even in the Kolkata heat, in their apartment with only fans working, no air con, they said if i was hot inside, wait till i go outside in saree, then i will feel it. Later in the day her mother returned home from working, and she see me dressed in the saree.

At first she laughed, but after her daughters explained, she was really ok with it and was glad to see a male experiencing saree. In the evening, after I had the saree now on for quite a few hours, her mother had been on phone call, and she said her sister wanted to see me in saree. I said no, but they explained it will be a short walk to her home outside, so after much though (and pressure), I finally agreed, though I did not have any suitable footwear for outside in saree, so they said we all go bare feet. I thought that no one will know me here so it will be ok, and i secretly really wanted to experience the outdoors in saree too. So at late night we left their apartment for the great outdoors, me in my yellow and blue saree, mother in white saree, 2 daughters both in sarees. Kolkata was busy, but no one really took notice of white guy walking down road in yellow saree with 3 females in sarees. It really was a fun experience this, being able to walk in the streets in a saree, getting the full hands on of wearing a saree.

Though there were times when I really wish I wasn't in a saree, one time my legs were so hot I lifted up my saree above my ankles to let some cooler air into my legs, but was quickly scolded by her mother, In Kolkata you do not do this, it’s against the society, it is the fact in a saree you have to suffer hot legs. So i continued with my legs and top area with the blouse on staying very hot. After some 30 minutes we reached her home, I was so hot in this saree, but what can I do, it was my choice to come out in saree, though I was enjoying it very much too. When we went in the home there were about 15 other women, girls there, mostly in saree all gathered to see me in this saree. Some laughed, but the older women were amazed to see me in saree, and after much talking I was told that I looked good in saree and they were grateful that a man will experience a saree, something an Indian man has no idea about. We were in their room, all chatting, some really wanted to know how I felt in saree, and to be honest I felt great, I didn't really want to remove it. We were there for nearly 2 hours, but after that I had asked if we can leave and go back, so the two sisters said we will go home now, but Mother was staying, so we said our goodbye, and the Sister of the mother presented me with 3 brand new wrapped saris, so I said thank you very much and we left. I have now got
6 saris. When we left her home it was gone midnight, I said I did not want to walk so they
hailed a auto rickshaw driver, but when he see me in sari he said no, but the girls shouted at him and offered more money so he took us. They got in and I got in, as we were travelling, the 2 girls were laughing at me, as I was not holding my sari down like they were, they said there are so many things you have to know when wearing saree, like in auto rickshaw, remember to
hold                saree                so                it                not                blowing                everywhere. We eventually got home about 2am, and I just collapsed into my bedroom, and fell asleep, still wrapped in my saree.

After good sleep, when I woke up the mother had gone to work and the two sisters were waiting for me to shower and then presented me with another saree to wear that day. This time I was really eager to wear it, and was actually looking forward to see what they had in mind for me today, so they dbangd a half silk saree on me, and gave me some chores to do in the home, chores normally a housewife will be expected to do, some cleaning, washing etc, all while I am in this saree. As I went on with the chores, they were following me like two naughty children giggling, but in the end they said I handles the works very well, considering I was in a saree. After lunch it was decided we will go onto the roof terrace outside and spend some time up there. Now me non Indian I was under impression the roof terrace belongs to their own family, how wrong I was, when we got up there, there were other girls and wo men on the terrace, all neighbors, many doing chores up there, washing sarees etc. So they see me, but yet again, I am astounded by their hospitality and even though there was some laughing, all in all the women took it very good that I was in saree. So we were all sat chatting, some of the girls spoke good english, though nearly all the older women were not able to.

I  discovered  that  one  of  the  younger  women  was  in  fact  from  Bangladesh,  she  was explaining to me in her family all the women always have to wear saree, (or share as she said). So there she was in a beautiful dark green saree, and her mother was on the roof terrace also in a brown saree. She was really fascinated by me in this saree, she said she loved it that I was experiencing a saree, she said she was honored that I am there, a tourist and in a saree. Again it was really hot in the sun, but I was ok, being around all these females, most in sarees, it was just great. I was feeling very comfortable in this saree too, though under my arms I was sweating so much, but i did notice so were all the women too, and they just carried on, I guess it’s normal? We were up there for a few hours, when suddenly there was a thunderstorm, so I headed for inside but was held back by them all, they said rain good for wearing sarees.

So I was convinced to stay outside and revel in the rain in my saree, I got totally soaked, my saree sticking to my body like glue, but it was good fun. After some time we went inside so i said I need to change, and yet again, they were there with another saree to wear, so I waited for them to dbang me in another saree. I was really enjoying this, for me the saree was amazing to wear, I really loved it. The next day I was asked if I wanted to accompany the mother to the market for some food, in the daytime, in my saree!!! What the hell, why not, so I did, and I really enjoyed it too. I got so many looks mainly from men there but as I was always thinking, they don't know me, so why not? While we were there we met the girl from the rooftop who was Bangladeshi and her Mother also, so we were talking to them and they invited me to their home for some food and drinks, so I readily accepted it. I was informed by the mother it is good to take present for the Mother and daughter,

so I said I will do that, and we went to a saree shop and I purchased 2 new sarees for them, the saree shop owner was amazed to see me in saree, he wanted to know everything why I was in saree, so Mother explained everything and he was amazed I was liking wearing them. I really
was now enjoying wearing saree, i felt like i was indian female, though i am not. I was quickly learning how to wear saree now, how to hold the saree when walking, though I found it difficult sometimes when I have to hold things and I can’t hold the pleats etc. Another thing i have yet to master is climbing stairs in saree, because my gf mother said you cannot lift saree too high above ankles, feet must always be covered in saree. I am also glad I don't have to wear bra as my blouse is getting very hot and sticky now anyway. I didn't have the heart to tell my friends there i didn't wear underwear either;

I love to wear the saree with petticoat and blouse only, no under garments. When we got home I wanted to change into nice new saree for the Bangladeshi home, so i chose one of the nice sarees gifted to me, and I was then taught by the 2 daughters how to dbang the saree, something I found difficult to do, but with some practice I managed it. I needed to pin the saree but didn't want to pin the whole pallu up so I can leave it loose, something I loved very much, though sometimes awkward too when you want to use left arm and pallu keeps falling down. We left the home for their neighbors and when we arrived there were so many others there, mainly women, some boys. We had a lovely time, all centered around me in my saree though, but by now I didn't care, I was enjoying it. I was really enjoying the attention, but also enjoying the sarees too. I stayed in my sarees for 6 days,  went to markets in sarees twice, went to different saree shops also, one thing i do like is having a long pallu, down past my knees, I see some women with short pallu, some with long, maybe its personal preference? I learnt how to dbang saree now, where to pin the saree, how to hold it, walk in it, everything, i loved wearing it so much.



Two days before I was due to fly home I was invited to a  Mehendi ceremony by one of the neighbors, and I will be expected to attend in a new saree, so later in that day we went out to the saree shops I had visited earlier to purchase a new saree.  As the shop owner had already seen me in saree it was good of him to let me look for a new saree in his shop, and also try some sarees, I eventually bought a new chiffon half & half saree, pink and green. Because I had little time I had to buy a plain blouse, and new petticoat also. I got dressed in the apartment for the ceremony, all helped by the two daughters and mother also, and we made our way to the ceremony, i was only male there, and in saree too.  There were about 150 other women and girls there, all in sarees, salwar kameez and anarkalis, all looked absolutely fabulous, and it seemed to me they all knew I was coming. We had a fantastic day and evening, exhausting but enjoyable,  and my saree was a little on the heavy side too, so it made the fact I was hot even more hotter. I am now a confirmed saree crossdresser, I flew home the next day with so many happy memories, about a dozen sarees, blouses and petticoats, made many new friends, I now have 22 sarees at my home and wear them as often as I can. Some times daily. I will buy even more sarees too                 soon.                 I                 am                 now                 a                 SareeMan.

[ashishrajan]

Joseph's college time

"Don't look at me like you're surprised, I know how much of a cock whore you are," she says. "Why don't you get over here and suck my strapon you skanky little bitch." I refuse, knowing there was no way I was going to give her a blow job. However, she comes over and grabs me firmly by the hair and yanks me over. "On your knees bitch!" She forces me down to my knees with my face inches from her strapon. "Now I want good head, suck it like the little slut you are. I want to see those hot painted lips wrapped around my cock." I refuse, but she plugs my nose up. I eventually have to breathe, and she shoves my mouth right onto her big strapon cock. I gag a little, the taste of rubber is sickening. She starts bobbing my head back and forth. "That's a good girl, suck it harder." She bobs my head
faster and then pulls me off. "Look at all your lipstick you've gotten all over my dick, that's
so hot!" Her strapon has a big pink ring where she shoved my mouth onto it. "Now suck it again!" She forces my mouth back on it, the taste is still sickening, but I can smell her pussy getting wet, so I can tell this is really turning her on.





"I want to see some deepthroat action now, take it to the balls bitch!" She shoves my head down as far as it can go and I feel the strapon filling my throat. She holds me there for a few seconds, I want to gag but can't, and then she releases me. My eyes water from deepthroating, and she just laughs at me. "Such a good slut, you give really good head. Now lick my balls." I go below the strapon and start licking the balls as she says, "Since you're such a whore, deepthroat me and stick your tongue out to lick the balls." Because I know how much this is turning her on, I comply. This one is very tough to do, but I manage to do it. "Geez you're such a dirty slut, but
you're my little slut," she says. "Now keep sucking me off until I'm hard, and look up at me with those pretty eyes while you suck me off." Since it's a strapon and already is hard, I'm not sure how much longer I would have to keep sucking, but it must have been another 10 minutes until she said, "Now I want to play with that cute little ass of yours slut."

She has me get up on the bed on my hands and knees. She pulls off my panties so that my ass is completely exposed. "Look at that little asshole, looks really tight, but it's gonna be gaping by the time I'm through with you!" She looks over her numerous toys and is trying to decide what to use on me first. "I think these beads will be a good warmup." She takes the anal beads and teases me by rubbing them along my asshole. "You like being teased don't you whore." She pops the first one in, it feels a little weird but doesn't really hurt. She begins popping more in, and then it starts to hurt. I cry out a little but she laughs and
keeps putting them in until all of them are in, it must have been about 10 or so beads. Then she slowly pulls them out, and surprisingly, it feels very pleasurable. "These beads are boring, let's try something bigger." She pulls out a 7 inch dildo that is fairly thick, lubes it up, and rams it right in my ass. This one hurts a lot, and she slowly starts fucking me with it. It is a mix of pain and pleasure, but it's getting her off, so I comply. "Moan for me bitch, moan like a good little whore." I start moaning a little, and I can tell it's really turning her on, I wonder how long she's had this fantasy.

"Now for some real fun, we're gonna see how much of a slut you are. I'm gonna find whatever I want and shove it up your ass. Wait here and don't move." She runs off, I dread whatever she comes back with. She returns a little later with a covered bag, and starts by pulling out a big, thick cucumber. "Only sluts take cucumbers up the ass, I bet you like it." She violently rams me with the cucumber and fucks me hard with it, my eyes start watering again from the pain. "Now we're gonna stick a few strawberries up your ass and you're gonna shit them out for me." She pulls out a few strawberries and sticks 5 in there, and then she has
me force them out. "Next we've got this old baseball bat, but I know you can take it, your hole is getting bigger." This one hurts like a bitch as she rams it up in me, it's very cold and extremely uncomfortable. "Ok, now we're gonna really see how much of a slut you are."



She brings out her big stuffed teddy bear and puts it in front of my face. She pulls out a second strapon and straps it on the bear. "This is Mr. Snuggles, and you're gonna give him a blowjob while I fuck you in your ass, I know you love to get spitroasted like a dirty
whore. First we need to reapply your lipgloss though." She puts some more gooey lipgloss
on me. This was some of the weirdest shit I've ever seen, but I had no choice but to comply. I started sucking the bear's dildo as she lubed up my ass, and then rammed her strapon right up in there. She had a pretty good rhythm, and it was really feeling pleasurable. I began moaning, and I was very surprised how good her strapon felt up in my ass.

She fucked me for a few minutes, and then she turned me on my back with my legs up on her shoulders and started fucking me again, placing the bear above my head so the strapon was always in my mouth. She fucks me in this position for a while, and then she stops and lays on the bed next to me. "I want you to ride me cowgirl style." I slowly climb up onto
her strapon and start bouncing, this is really getting her off. I do this for a while, and then she wants me to reverse the position and fuck her reverse cowgirl. "That's it slut, you ride
good dick. Now I want you to ride Mr. Snuggles while you suck me off." The thought of tasting my own ass makes me want to puke, but she forces me reverse cowgirl onto the
stuffed bear's strapon and then forces her strapon in my mouth. The taste is horrible, and I
want to throw up, but she keeps my head down on her strapon cock.

"Oh shit, I'm gonna cum," she says. I'm a little confused, but then she pulls her strapon out of my mouth and shoots a load of fake semen all over my face. Gobs of it get in my hair, my eyes, and all over my face, and it dribbles down my chin. "I think Mr. Snuggles wants to
cum too." She squeezes the fake balls of the bear's strapon and it shoots a load up my ass, the feeling is really weird, and she pulls me off as it leaks out of my ass. "You're such a dirty fucking whore, look at you covered with semen." After saying that, she lays me back on the bed on my back and cuffs each arm to the bedposts with pink fuzzy handcuffs. "Now you wait here little slut while I go and get some friends."

[ashishrajan]

I lie on the bed, my ass sore from all the fucking my girlfriend gave me. I'm scared to think of how many people she comes back with, and what else they're gonna do to me. About an hour later, I hear the door opening and hear a multitude of female voices. Then they enter the bedroom. It's a total of 5 girls, 2 of them have black hair, 2 of them are blonde, and then there's my girlfriend, they were all extremely attractive. Normally I'd be aroused being surrounded by all these beautiful women, but I was actually scared thinking of what they'd do to me.

"Is this the little slut you've told us all about?" one of them asks.

"Yeah, here she is, she's such a little whore, she's been taking cucumbers, strawberries, and a baseball bat up in the ass plus she even fucked my stuffed teddy bear! Oh and she'll do ass to mouth," my girlfriend says.

"Damn, what a slut! What's her name?"

"Well we don't have one yet, let's give her a girly name. I'm thinking Brandi, sounds like a good stripper name."

"Yeah, I think she'd make a good Brandi." Great, now I'm being called Brandi, how humiliating of a name could they have picked for me?

"Now, what do we want to do to her ladies?" asks my girlfriend.

"I want to see her suck some strapon cock, I heard she gives great head!"

"Alright," my girlfriend says. "I'll grab the other strapons, I bought them just for you." My girlfriend goes to the closet and pulls out 4 other strapons for her friends.

"I want to fuck her throat," one of her blonde friends says, "but her lipstick looks a little pale,
let's freshen her up." With that they reapply the pink lipstick and lipgloss. "Now her mouth looks
fuckable." With that she mounts my face, as I'm cuffed to the bed, and sticks her strapon deep down my throat and starts bobbing up and down. I think I've got accustomed to deepthroating, but it's still tough to do. "Damn no gag reflex, she's a natural born cocksucker."

"Let me play with her other hole," one of the black haired girls says. She grabs some anal beads and starts working them in and out of my hole, she does it a lot and it feels very strange but pleasurable at the same time.

"How many cocks can she fit in her mouth at once?" asks one of the other girls.

"Let's find out!" my girlfriend says. With that she uncuffs me, and has me get on my knees around them for a circle jerk. They cram one in my mouth, then 2, and finally 3, it's stretching my jaw and they're laughing at me.

"Damn, I know truly slutty girls who aren't as slutty as this bitch, they can't fit 3 cocks in their mouth. Look up at us while you're sucking, we want to see those pretty eyes and see them water as you give us BJs." I do this, my eyes are watering again and my mascara is running.

"Now let's really stretch this bitch's ass, but make sure she's always sucking a cock, we can't be wasting a hole." They have me get on my hands and knees and start shoving all sorts of things in my ass. Cucumbers, carrots, strawberries, hot dogs, dildos, it all goes in. They are also continuously humiliating me and laughing at me. Then it gets to the strapon fucking.

"All right ladies, so here's how it works, you each get to fuck this bitch for 5 minutes and then you have to switch, but for your 5 minutes you can fuck her in whatever position you want. Then after you're done you can have her suck your cock for 5 minutes while someone else is fucking her ass," says my girlfriend.

Right away one of the blondes comes over and says, "Bend over bitch your ass is mine!" and starts fucking me real hard while I'm on my hands and knees. The other blonde shoves her strapon in my throat and I have to suck it while I'm getting fucked. The blonde is fucking my ass really hard and rough, it's really hurting. After 5 minutes, another girl turns me on my back and starts fucking me while I have to suck the blonde who just fucked me. After she's done, the next one fucks me in the same position, and plays with my nipples while I'm getting fucked.

The next girl suddenly gets an idea. "Let's see if we can all be pleasured at once by this bitch,
how many cocks can she take at once?" With this, they have me get on my hands and knees, and I take 3 in the mouth and one goes in the ass while another tries to squeeze in the ass to give me double anal. The pain is unbearable, and she finally fits it in. This goes on for about 10 minutes, and finally my girlfriend decides for me to ride her, so I ride her for 5 minutes while two other girls stick their cocks in my mouth.




After this all ends, my girlfriend gets the idea for them all to lay on the bed on their backs, and I have to ride them each for 3 minutes, and then go to the next one, and so on. This is all wearing me out, and my ass is becoming incredibly sore from all the fucking.

Finally for the finale, they want to do some bukkake. They come around me for a circle jerk, and I realize they all have ejaculating strapons. "Here's the rules girls, you can cum on her face, chest, down her throat or if you really want, you can fuck her ass real quick and cum in there. The first blonde shoves her strapon in my mouth, and about a minute
later she cums right down my throat, the feeling is really strange having it all pumped right down into my stomach. The next two cum at the same time on my face, it gets in my hair and stings my eyes and dribbles off my chin. My girlfriend cums right on my chest, soaking my lingerie. Finally, her black haired friend mounts me and fucks me real hard and shoots right up in my ass. She pulls out and most of it leaks out, though a lot of it I can still feel up there.

"You know, she's a really good whore, better than many real girls. Plus, this gave me such
a good workout and was so much fun, I bet a lot of other girls would love to try this. I think my sorority would love to have fun with this little bitch, she'd make great entertainment," says one of the blondes.

"Alright, but you have to buy her, she's my bitch after all," says my girlfriend. "How much?"
"Let's say 200 dollars, not too bad for a wealthy sorority like yours." I was getting sold off like a common whore.
"Sounds like a deal, drop her off at our house in the morning, clean her off for us beforehand, and we'll doll her up over at our house." With that, her friends left, and my girlfriend cuffed me
to the bedpost on the floor. I soon drifted off to sleep, fearful of what the next day would bring at the sorority house.


"Wake up slut, we need to get you all cleaned off for your big day!" My girlfriend rouses me from my sleep and gets me up. My face feels strange from all the fake semen that has dried on my face. She takes makeup wipes and gets all my old makeup off, gets me out of my clothes, gets me into the shower, showers me off, and dries me off. "Listen up whore, you're going to the sorority house down the street. Now they're paying good money for you, so you do anything they want you to and be the best whore you can be, got it bitch?" With that she puts a pair of lacy pink panties on me, cuffs my hands, puts a bag over my head, and puts me in the car. She drives over to the sorority house, and then leads me in. She leads me to a room where there are many voices.

"Down on your knees bitch!" She has me kneel down in the middle of their living room and removes my hood.

What stares back at me are about 12 hot college girls, about 9 of them blonde and 3 of them raven haired. All of them are what I'd call "Barbie" type, meaning lots of makeup, very nice hair, very nice thin bodies.

"So is this our playtoy?" one of them asks. "Looks kind of skinny and scrawny, but has a cute face and a nice little ass." They all look me over and inspect me, I feel like they're treating me like a piece of meat.
"Well I hope this investment pays off, this slut cost a lot of our fees."

"Well what are we waiting for, let's get this bitch all pretty and ready for the party tonight!" "Party?" I ask.
"Yeah, party you dumb slut. We're gonna have a bunch of girls over to use you as their
own personal sex toy to raise money for our sorority." The sound of that sends a chill down
my body. I'm afraid to think of what they're gonna do to me.

"Be a good girl while I'm gone," says my girlfriend, who then leaves.

The sorority girls pick me up and lead me into a bedroom and set me down in front of a mirror. "Let's see, looks like you already have your hair dyed blonde, so we'll stick with it, let's just add some extensions and put some curls into it." With that they add the extensions and curl them, now I have long curly locks of blonde hair. "Now for the makeup." They start with foundation and powder, then bronzer and blush. "Let's add some of this glittery light blue eyeshadow, very slutty." They give me some glittery light blue eyeshadow, heavy black eyeliner, thick black eyebrows, and big false eyelashes. "Now for your lips, I think I want to go big red DSLs." They first line my lips with lipliner to make them look bigger, then apply the lipstick and lipgloss to make them big, red and shiny. "Now for the clothes."

They bring me over to one of their rooms, replace my panties with a red g-string, and find a silky red babydoll for me to put on. "This will look cute, matches her big red lips." Then they add some red fishnet stockings, some red high heels with some marabou fur trimming, and then they start to add some accessories. "Now, this bitch needs some bling, she needs to look real hot." They put this tacky fake crystal necklace on me, as well as some bracelets and big girly rings, and also add some heavy hoop earrings. "What do you think girls?"
"I think she looks really hot, I know a lot of guys who would fuck her in a heartbeat." "Yeah, I want to do all kinds of nasty things to that cute little ass of hers." With that, they
chained me to a bed.

"Now you be a good girl and wait here for a while until the party can start." Waiting was awful, the thoughts of what was going to happen to me were racing through my head and scaring me.

Eventually, I could tell from the window it was dark out, and the doorbell started to ring again and again. I could hear lots of female voices laughing and chatting, it sounded like a lot. The bedroom door opened up and two of the blonde sisters came into the room. "Alright bitch, it's showtime! Make us lots of money!" They unchained me and dragged me into the main room.

There had to be at least 30 women in the room, all of them very attractive, I'm guessing this was all the high end rich sororities. Girls started whistling at me and cheering. Some girls also groped me or gave me a slap on the ass as I was led past them. I was made to stand at the center of the room, and I noticed a bed was moved into the room as well. The head of the sorority came up
right by me and started to talk.

"Alright ladies, thanks for coming to our fundraiser. We're doing something a little different this time, I thought all of you could use a break from the stress of classes, so we got you this little present. First off, she is a he if you didn't know, but I guarantee this little whore will pleasure you like no other. She has 2 great holes to be used, and her tongue I've been told is very talented. So there are prices for all the services she offers. To get a blowjob or have your pussy eaten is 30 dollars. To play with her ass is 40 dollars. To fuck her with a strapon is 50 dollars. There's also a 5 dollar discount for each person that plays with her simultaneously, and at the end of the night we're gonna auction her off for a night of whatever you want." With that all the girls cheered.

"For our toys, we've got many ejaculating strapons, all full, so you can fuck her until you're done and cum on her anywhere. We also have an assortment of dildos, buttplugs, fruit, and many other objects to use on her, so take your pick ladies. Also, we told you that you could bring any of your own sex toys to the fundraiser, so you are welcome to those as well. Let's begin girls!"

I was quickly pushed onto the bed and right away two girls paid and came over. It looks
like they each paid for a blowjob, so they put on their strapons and had me start sucking on them. They had me go back and forth, deepthroat them, lick the balls, shove them both in my mouth at the same time, and this lasted for about 15 minutes. Then they both started jacking their dildos and sprayed the fake cum on my face. It got all over and started dribbling off my chin. One of the main sisters came and wiped the cum off my face, reapplied my lipstick, and then the next group came over. It looks like the two of these ones paid to play with my ass. They brought over a big bag of toys, turned me around, and moved my g-string to the side of my ass crack, like whores do.
"This one's my favorite toy, I hope you like it!" It was a big fake rubber fist, and she shoved it right up my ass. The pain was immense, and I wanted to cry out but held myself back. The other girl then pulled out some huge anal beads, the size of pool balls, and put them all in my ass. She pulled them out, put them back in, and so on. This feeling was both pain and pleasure. They also shoved cucumbers, baseball bats, hot dogs, and even a tampon up my ass. "Aww look, she's on her period," one of them said as the other girls laughed.

The next two girls came over and wanted to fuck me and have me suck on the other one. I
was mounted from the back on my hands and knees and sucked the other one. This went
on for about 10 minutes and then they wanted to switch, so I sucked the one from my ass as
I was pounded from behind again. After a while, one came in my ass and the other held me down while she came down my throat.

The next few hours consisted of a lot of fucking and sucking. Some girls wanted their pussies eaten, which I did, and many of them squirted all over my face. I also had to give a huge amount of blowjobs and got fucked in many different positions: missionary, doggie, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, 69, spooning, everything you could think of. So much fake semen was shot on me, but it was wiped off after each session. I also felt sick with the amount of fake semen the girls had pumped into my stomach from the strapon blowjobs. So many objects were also put up my ass, some girls brought some crazy sex toys and just shoved them up my butt. I could tell they loved it though, and I'm sure I brought in a ton of money for the sorority.

Then the finale came. In this scenario, they wanted to see how many strapons I could take at once. Three girls shoved their strapons in my mouth, a girl got at each hand for me to
stroke their strapons, and I had to go cowgirl on one girl while another got in my ass as well, so it was two in the ass. Then they started to fuck me, and this went on for about 45 minutes, with girls switching in and out. Then it was time for them to cum. The two in my ass came up there, and it filled me all the way up, and when they pulled out it leaked out immensely. The ones in my hands came all over my chest, soaking my baby doll. One in my mouth came in my throat, while the other two came on my face and in my hair. Then 10 other girls got their strapons and jacked off around me and came all over my body. Two more shoved my mouth on theirs and came down my throat again. I had ingested so much fake semen that every time I coughed, a little bit of it came up, I felt like a nasty used whore. In the end, I was soaked. It was dripping off me from all over, the bed was soaked with it as well.

"Look at this whore, she's so disgusting, there's semen dripping everywhere. Well it's time for the auction. For a lucky girl, tomorrow night this bitch will be all yours, and you can do whatever you want to her, no limits whatsoever. Live your most exotic fantasies, we'll get her all ready for you. The bidding starts at 100 dollars." The bidding quickly went up, and finally I was sold for 300 dollars to a girl who, to put it simply, scared me. She was raven haired, blue eyes, 6' tall, skinny, and very attractive, but the look in her eyes screamed
crazy kinky psycho bitch. "Alright Anna, you've won the bidding. We'll deliver her over to your apartment tomorrow, you can go talk to Sarah about what you need this bitch to look like for your fantasy." With that I was shoveled out of the room and chained to a bed
again.

[ashishrajan]

Since I copulated the first time, I have wondered what the woman felt as I drilled my penis into her vagina. About ten years ago, I engaged in a short assignation with Paro K. Early in our relationship, Paro commented that she often wondered what a man felt when he put his penis inside a woman.

By a fluke of nature, we were both able to satisfy our curiosity. Paro was blessed, or cursed, with an unusually long clitoris. It was just shy of two inches long when fully erect. It was also, thankfully, barely a quarter inch in diameter. Moreover, Paro, via years of self-gratification, had so loosened the hood of her clitoris that she could retract it all the way down to the base of the shaft. When she had an erection, it looked as though she had a miniature penis – one without a meatus (pee hole) at its tip.



I spent a most of my military career in the medics and had often had to put indwelling catheters in patients prior to taking them to surgery so that all of the intravenous fluids they received during a long operation could be safely drained into a collection bag. The diameter of Paro's erect clitoris was about that of the 22 French, Folley catheters I had put in perhaps a hundred men. As she and I talked about our long standing desire to know what a member of the opposite gender feels during intercourse, I said to her, "I've just had a wild idea."

"What?"

"Darling, we both share the same fantasy, or desire. We both wonder what our sex partner is feeling while we fuck."

"Okay, but what's your wild idea?"

"Paro, your clitoris is just the right size to slip into my urethra. You can put it in my penis and feel what a man feels when he's in a woman."



"Are you crazy?"

"I may be, and I have no idea whether the inside of my penis will give me the same sensations you have in your vagina during intercourse, but I want to find out."

All of this time, Paro and I were nude and lying together on a deep pile rug in front of the fireplace kissing, fondling one another's genitals, lazily progressing toward that moment when we would join our bodies at the hips and seek mutual bliss.

We played tongue tag. I kissed her all over her body, and she too gave me 'around the world' kisses. We sucked and licked one another's genitals. My penis stood stiff and firm. A slick sheen of fluid wet her vulva so much that some even flowed across her thigh. Her erect clitoris protruded over an inch past the edge of her labia major. We were hot and ready.

"Joseph, are you really serious about this?" She asked. "Yes."
"But, isn't my clit too big around to stick in you?"

"No," I said, and then told her about catheterizing men with catheters that were even bigger around than her clitoris.

She still seemed doubtful, but was by then so aroused and so in need of an orgasm that she said, "Okay, you've convinced me. Let's try this crazy idea of yours."

lay on my back, took my penis in my hand and bent it down to point toward my feet at about a thirty degree angle to my body. Pre-come flowed copiously from its meatus. Paro straddled my thighs and moved into position. She brought the tip of her clitoris to the tip of my penis and stuck it into the pearling pre-come. She smeared that slippery fluid over the entire length of her clit,
just as I had on another occasion, smeared her vaginal fluids on my penis before entering her.

When her clitoris was coated with my pre-come, she moved its tip back to my opening and pressed it. Because my penis was fully erect, the urethra was somewhat constricted and she had to press hard to get her clitoris inside. Initially it hurt. I almost told her to stop, but I knew that while my patients complained about the pain catheterization caused them just as the tip of the catheter entered the meatus, they said it really didn't hurt after it was past there and was well into the urethra. I gritted my teeth and let Paro put her entire length into me.

Once she was all the way in I said, "Honey, hold still for just a moment. It hurt a little when you first stuck your clit in me, but it's easing now and we can soon continue."

A look of concern crossed Paro's face. "Are you sure?" She asked. "I don't want to hurt you." "I'm sure. You probably had some pain the first time a man entered you, didn't you?"
"Yeah. For a minute or so it hurt like hell, but then it stopped hurting and it felt wonderful having his hard cock in me."

"I'm hoping that's what I'm about to experience. The pain is already past. Start sliding in and out slowly."

Wonder filled Paro's eyes as she slowly slid her clit almost all the way out of my penis and then slid it back in. It must have felt good to her; the smile she gave me was one of pure bliss.

I also began to feel a pleasant sensation in my penis. I cannot describe it; I have nothing else with which to compare it, but as it grew, I knew I liked it. The flow of my pre-come increased, and
my urethra seemed to dilate making the reaming of my penis by Paro's clitoris not just comfortable, but delightful. I began moving my pelvis to meet her invading clit on its inward
stroke.


Paro's clitoris seemed to swell inside my penis. It also seemed to pulse. When this happened, Paro gritted her teeth, grimaced and began to keen. I've heard many women vocalize during an orgasm. None made the deep, guttural noises that came from Paro as she had that orgasm.

Watching and feeling Paro climax triggered my orgasm. Her clitoris inside my penis failed to occlude my urethra enough to force my semen backward into my bladder. Instead, it burst out around the shaft of her clitoris and splashed against her widely splayed labia and her mons.

I cannot describe that orgasm. I have never had another one like it.

I still do not know that I felt what a woman feels when she has a man's penis inside her vagina, but I know that I enjoyed it.

Paro seemed shaken and subdued when she pulled her clitoris from my penis. A few minutes later she told me her orgasm had been wonderful, but totally unlike any orgasm she had ever had before. She also told me that she was embarrassed and ashamed, that she felt that what we had done was un-natural and perverted.

I tried to comfort her, but she was in such a deep funk that nothing I said consoled her. She dressed and left. I've not seen her since that night. I tried calling her, but Trish, her roommate said that Paro had left and that she didn't know where she had gone.

I feel sorry for Paro.
I often think about her, and about the role reversal we engaged in that night. I've never found another woman endowed with a clitoris like Paro's so I've never re-experienced that kind of intercourse. Sometimes I think I would like to do it again, but then I think about the way Paro panicked afterward, and the emotional hurt she had. I would not want to hurt another woman in that manner.

Paro, wherever you are; I wish you the best. Joseph Jacquekov
My name is Paro. Recently a friend of mine gave me a copy of the story Role Reversal by Joseph Jacquekov. I am the woman he wrote about. As Joseph said at the end of his story, I freaked out after we had fucked and left. I didn’t just leave his house; I left the state. I’ve not seen him since, and don’t want to see him. But, I think I need to give you my take on that night’s events.


Joseph is at least ten years older than I am. I don’t usually date men that old, and when I first met him at a friend’s barbeque party, I had no idea that I would not only date him, but go to bed with him.


Joseph is not like any other man I’ve ever met. He does not make an obvious move on a girl. He blind sides her, and before she knows what has happened, he has her in his bed fucking like a bunny rabbit.


Like I said, we met at a friend’s barbeque party. It was late afternoon on the Fourth of July 1988. Jenny and her husband Larry had invited about two dozen of their friends and neighbors to a get together around their swimming pool. They had grilled meat of several different kinds, three or four kinds of salad, pinto beans in a chili sauce, and too many kinds of alcohol to even try to tell you what they had. A
neighborhood kid whose hobby was playing disc jockey had his stereo equipment set up and was playing
whatever music the guests requested. It was a great party.


I had just filled my plate with food and was looking for a place at a table where I could eat. The only vacant spot was at a cocktail table next to an old man. I wasn’t thrilled about sitting with him, but it was either sit with him, or stand up to eat. You can’t use a knife and fork while standing with no place but your hands for your plate. I went over and asked if I could sit with him.
He smiled and said, “Young lady, I would be delighted to have your company.” He got up, pulled the chair back a little so that I could sit, and then moved it forward just enough to touch the back of my leg so that I knew I could sit without falling on my butt. No one had ever done that for me before. Young guys just don’t think about that. I guess they’ve bought the feminist BS that real women don’t want to be treated like that.


As we sat eating, we introduced ourselves and then began to talk.


I’ll give this to Joseph; he is fun to talk to. Although he’s knowledgeable about a great many things, he does not dominate a conversation. He lets the other person talk, and he listens – he really listens. Not many people do that. And, somehow, he keeps the conversation going. He makes comments, or asks questions, that make the person he’s talking to feel that he is hanging on their words, and keeps them talking. The old bastard really knows how to stroke a person’s ego.


Joseph doesn’t talk loudly. To hear him, you have to lean closer to him. And, all the time that you are talking with him, he’s looking into your eyes. You can’t help but to look back into his eyes. The effect of that is hypnotic. After a few minutes, I really felt attached to him. He made me feel good and appreciated. He had not said anything to make me think he was trying to get in my pants. He was a perfect gentleman. He kept me talking about things I wanted to talk about, and he made me feel that he was really, really interested. I liked him.
“Paro,” he asked, “May I bring you something to drink?” “Yes, please. A glass of white wine.”


After he returned from the bar and gave me my glass of wine, he sipped from his beer. Unlike most men, he drank it from a glass instead of from the bottle. I must have been staring because he said, “I can’t stand beer directly from a bottle or a can. While in Germany, I got in the habit of drinking it from a stein. I have to agree with the Germans; you can’t really get the flavor of a beer unless you get your nose in the glass and can smell it.”


For some reason, I enjoyed talking with Joseph. I’d been at the party almost two hours and had not even thought about finding someone else to schmoose with.


Then he surprised me. “Paro, may I take you to dinner Friday evening? I’ve so enjoyed talking with you. I’d like to get to know you better.” I didn’t know what to say. I liked him. He seemed to like me. It was comfortable talking with him. After chasing answers around in my head for almost a minute, I told him yes. I gave him my address and he said he would pick me up at six.


He rang the doorbell at my apartment exactly at six Friday evening. He was wearing a summer suit: white linen. His tie, can you believe it, was a bow tie. He had a straw hat tucked under his left arm, and had a bouquet of summer flowers in his right hand. He looked like someone out of one of the old romance novels my grandmother had. They had been written around the turn of the century and were illustrated with pen and ink sketches, rather than photos. Looking at the way he was dressed, I felt that my slacks and off the shoulder blouse looked wrong for our evening together. I said, “Come in and have a seat. I need to change into a dress.” “Oh, nonsense. You look perfectly lovely dressed as you are.”


“Thank you,” I said, “But, I’d feel better in a dress.”

“Okay. While you are changing, may I put these flowers in a vase for you?”


I took him into the kitchen, got down a vase, and gave him a pair of kitchen scissors and a packet of flower fresh. I then went to my bedroom to change. When I came out, I was wearing a paisley print dress that I thought complimented his ‘British look.’ When he saw me, he smiled and said, “Paro, my dear, you look gorgeous. You should dress like that more often.” I thrilled at the compliment.


Joseph took me to a restaurant that he said was as much like a French bistro as could be found west of New York. I had never eaten French food before, and cannot even begin to pronounce the names of the things we ate.



I almost gagged when the waiter brought out the appetizer and set it in front of me. It was snails, great big snails in their shells. The shells were upside down on a little metal plate with holes in it for the shells to sit in. There was something black in each shell, and around that black spot there was partly melted butter with little flecks of green in it. A tiny two pronged fork lay on the dish next to the snails. Joseph sensed my discomfort and said, “Paro, this is escargot. It is a marvelous, highly prized delicacy all over Europe. I think you will like it. If you don’t, you don’t have to eat it.”


I tried it. I liked it. I ate all six snails. They were not slimy; they had a slightly fish like flavor which by itself was nothing to brag about, but that garlicky butter sauce with parsley and white wine in it was to die
for. Everything Joseph ordered was wonderful. And, God! The pastry we had for dessert.


After dinner, Joseph took me to a theater for a stage play, not a movie, an honest to goodness stage play. He said it was an avant garde production by an acquaintance of his. The play had a couple of suggestive sex scenes in it, but was such a hilarious comedy that those sex scenes just were there to pull
the rest of the play together.


When Joseph took me home, I asked him in. At dinner, and again during the intermission at the theater, I had drunk enough champagne that I was feeling mellow, and I’m sorry to say – sexy. Joseph had done nothing to make me feel he was seducing me, but everything he had done had made me feel good. He had paid attention to me in a way that no other man I had ever been out with had done. He made me feel… Well, he made me feel loved. He made me feel like a woman, a woman who was appreciated. I liked the feeling.


We sat and talked a while. To my surprise, I was the one who turned the conversation to sex. As always, Joseph said little, but made sure I talked a lot. Damn that man. He drew things out of me that I had never said to anyone before, things that were my deepest, darkest thoughts about sex.


He never said anything judgmental about the things I told him. He just kept me talking, and the more I talked the hornier I got. I felt my nipples stiffen and press against my dress top. I wasn’t wearing a bra and I knew Joseph could see the little tents my hard nips were making. He didn’t say anything, but I could see in his eyes that he had noticed, and that he liked what he saw. That made me even hotter. I was getting wet.


I, I couldn’t help my self. I kissed Joseph. He returned the kiss. He didn’t do it like the young guys I had kissed in the past. He didn’t use the kiss as permission to begin pawing me and trying to bang my mouth with his tongue. Just as he kept me talking, he was now keeping me kissing him. He was accepting my kiss with a quiet passion that just made me want to give him more. He wasn’t really passive. That would have turned me off, but he down played his response just enough to keep me pressing for more. The son of a bitch was making me seduce my self, and I was enjoying it so much that I couldn’t stop. That was the first time I went to bed with Joseph. When he left shortly after midnight, I was weak kneed. I
had come so many times, and so hard. God! That man can eat pussy. As I bathed and got ready for bed, I
knew that I’d let him fuck me again, and again, and again.
I did – until the night we switched roles. We had talked about our fantasies several times, and both said we had often wondered what the other person felt while we were fucking.


My clit is huge. That is, it is long. It is almost two inches long, and it is about the size of a pencil in diameter. Joseph loved playing with it. He gave me blow jobs like I was used to giving to the guys I dated. You wouldn’t believe the way that man can make a girl come.


Anyway, after talking a while, Joseph suggested that we live our fantasy and find out what it feels like to fuck like a member of the opposite sex. I thought he was kidding, but he wasn’t. He told me he wanted me to stick my clit inside his cock. He wanted me to pretend I was a man, and he would pretend to be a woman, and we would fuck.


I almost freaked out then, but he had gotten me so horny by sucking my clit until I was just about to come and then backing off before I could, that I was ready to do anything if it would make me come. I had to get off.


Joseph got on his back and held his cock so that it was pointing down toward his feet at an angle that was just right for me to stick my clit into him.


I put my clit against the tip of his cock and spread his pre-come all over my shaft and around the head of his dick. That felt good, and it turned me on enough that I overcame the feeling that we were doing something perverted.


I put the head of my clit in his pee hole and began pushing in. It must have hurt him, but he didn’t say anything. I just saw his jaws tighten. I asked if he wanted me to stop, but he shook his head, and told me
to go ahead.


When the whole thing was in his cock, he said, “Hold still for just a moment. Let me get used to having you in me.”


A little bit later he told me to start fucking him. I pulled back until just the tip of my clit was still in his cock head, and then slid all the way into him again. Oh, that felt good. If that’s really what a man feels when he fucks a woman, it’s no wonder that they all want to lay every woman they meet.


We didn’t fuck very long. My orgasm came on too fast. I had never had one that felt like that one. It was wonderful, but so powerful and so strange that it scared me shitless.


My orgasm made Joseph come too. His come shot out around my clit and splashed all over my pussy. I had never felt anything like what I felt as his come squirted past my clit. It just made my orgasm the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever had.


I was so drained. I almost fainted. Then the guilt hit me. What we had done seemed so wrong, so perverted. I was so ashamed. I got off him, got dressed, and went home. I couldn’t sleep that night. I cried and cried. In the morning, I told my room mate I was leaving. I packed my stuff into my car and drove away. Three days later, I was in California.


Thankfully, I had a few thousand dollars in the bank, and lived off my savings until I found a job at a Farmer’s Insurance agency. I also found a shrink and began therapy. I’m better now, and have begun dating again.


Yes, I let some of the guys I date fuck me. No, I haven’t fucked any of them the way I fucked Joseph, and
I doubt that I ever will. But – I dream about it. Boy do I dream about it. When I do, I wake up soaked in
sweat and having one hell of an orgasm.


I wonder if those orgasms are like the ones a guy has when he has a wet dream?

[ashishrajan]

Paro’s marriage with Joseph in USA


No sooner had we boarded the plane and Joseph started to get mushy.

"Oh Paro." He paused as he lifted my left hand to his mouth and kissed my new wedding ring. "You have made me so happy."

I winked. "I can't wait for tonight!" Which was true but not for the reason Joseph thought. He looked around to see if anyone had heard before adding in a whispered voice, "Me too!"
He is such a wimp. He was lucky that his parents were incredibly rich or I'd never have married him. Actually, that isn't quite true. The part about me not marrying him if he wasn't rich was true but not the part about me not marrying him because he is a wimp; I only married him because he is such a big wimp. My ideas about sex wouldn't be considered normal by most men and I don't think many husbands would do what I expect from them but I hoped a big mummy's boy like Joseph could be molded into the sort of husband I desired.

I didn't need to be worried about Joseph getting frisky on the plane, he was too worried about being seen, but I was as horny as hell and I needed to get things happening and quick. When I offered to switch seats with my new husband, Joseph tried to be valiant, and say no. All that did was make me angry. I had to bite my tongue though; it wouldn't do me any good in the long run to shatter his dreams of an idealistic marriage too soon. Instead of yelling at him, I smiled sweetly. "Please Joseph, I'm getting nervous, it looks so far down to the ground."

He gave me a condescending smile. "In that case, I'd love to swap with you." My knight in shinning armor; god help me!
I fluffed a pillow for him and the little precious dropped off to sleep. Now I had a chance to catch the eye of the cute hostess that had been hovering for sometime.

"Can I help you?" she asked after I waved her over.

"Would you...?" I said, as I ran my eyes over her trim little figure. "Would I what?"
The bitch showed me her gorgeous smile. "I was wondering if you'd like to eat me?"
She blushed coyly and gave Joseph a suspicious look.

"Don't worry about him, what he doesn't know won't hurt him."
I could see the relief in her eyes. I'm sure she was worried I might want Joseph to join in on our fun but that was the last thing on my mind.

She gave a nod of her head and I followed her back to a tiny cabin area. The moment the door closed behind us, I wrapped an arm around her tiny waist and pulled her hard against me. I felt her swoon. I knew her type and could pick them a mile away.

"I hope you're good and eating pussy bitch because I'm horny and I need a good tonguing."

She stroked my thickly muscled arm. "You're so strong, you must workout?"

I didn't bother filling her in on the details of my gym history. Instead I pressed my mouth hard to her's and kissed her. I silly bitch went to putty in my arms. She didn't even resist as I pushed her to her knees. I'd have loved to make her beg for my pussy but time was short. Instead, I pushed down the skirt I was wearing to keep Joseph happy. I wasn't wearing any panties and her eyes widened as soon as she saw my freshly shaved pussy.

"Get to work bitch."

She was so, so good too. I was bouncing off the walls of the tiny cabin area in no time. As soon as I orgasmed, I turned around and bent over to expose the tight rosebud between my ass cheeks.

"Now do my asshole and try to be quick, I have to get back before my husband wakes."

"Yes Ma'am, it would be my pleasure." was all she said before I felt her hot, wet tongue dive between my ass cheeks.

When she was done I had her replace my skirt. She was still on her knees when I walked away. I'd had two fantastic orgasms but I didn't bother to thank her. I know sweet little things like her
lie awake at night dreaming of Amazons like me. She got all she needed just being able to tongue
me.

When Joseph woke he told me he felt wonderfully refreshed and so did I, now. As we left the plane the beautiful hostess slipped a piece of paper into my hand. I knew it was probably her phone number or some way of contacting her. I threw it into the first bin we passed. Sweet little things like her are a dime a dozen; its magnificent Amazons like me who are rare.

We checked into the expensive Resort Joseph's parents were paying for and were shown to our private Villa. The way the check-in clerk and the bellboy sucked up to us turned me on. By the time we were alone, I was becoming horny again but I knew I'd have to hold on a little longer.

We showered separately and dressed for dinner in different rooms. Joseph is such a wimp he didn't even argue. I suppose he thought I was only trying to keep up the mystique until later tonight. Joseph has never seen me naked. I've had to let him fondle my breasts every now and
then and twice I let him put his hand up under my skirt and finger me but I've never taken off my clothes for him. And in a moment of weakness, I once jerked him off. I knew he was dying for
me to suck on his cock but he didn't have the guts to ask, which was just as well, because I wasn't about to do that, not for all his parent's money. Not that cocks disgust me or anything, in fact, I
am fascinated by them, I just don't want to suck one myself.

Dinner was fantastic. I wore a backless, black, clinging dress that highlighted my magnificent body. Every man stared at me, and more than a few women; with lust in their eyes. I know it will sound vain but apart from my incredible body, I am also very beautiful and I know how to show myself off to the get the best effect. Tonight I wanted to look sexy so Joseph would be ready to
be putty in my hands. He could see the attention I was drawing and it made him feel proud to know I was his wife.

For my part, I didn't even acknowledge the looks others were giving me. Normally I would have flirted and picked out a partner for sex, but tonight I let Joseph live out the fantasy he had of our marriage, the one where he is the lucky man who'd won me. There would be time to shatter that fantasy later.

We were sitting in a dimly lit corner of a deck built right on the beach. The light from the burning torches caste flickering shadows as I stared into Joseph's eyes. I picked up my glass of expensive champagne and I took a minuscule sip, just enough to dampen my lips. Then, for his benefit, I ran the tip of my tongue slowly across my moistened lips. A shiver of pleasure rippled down my spine when he gave a low loan of desire.

I shifted slightly so my breasts pressed more firmly against the light material of my dress. I knew my nipples were already hard and I was rewarded by Joseph's eyes being glued to them. So were the eyes of the waiter who served us our meal. Lobster is a dish I am quickly learning to love.

I knew it was wrong but I couldn't stop myself. Making it appear accidental, I knocked a spoon onto the floor. As the waiter bent low to retrieve it, I pulled open the long slit in my dress. I never wear underwear, unless it is something sexy for a special occasion. The waiter took a long time to find the errant spoon as he soaked in the view of my shaved pussy lips and Joseph as so engrossed in my nipples that he didn't even notice.

The flirt had been a risk but the little thrill it gave me, exposing myself like that out in the open, made it worth while. Poor Joseph, I don't think he could quite work out why the waiter kept hovering near our table for the rest of the night. The waiter needn't have bothered; one flash of my gorgeous pussy is enough for someone like him. We danced. Dancing is Joseph's one admirable asset. He is a good dancer and he quickly learnt to follow; I lead. I enjoy what might be called 'old fashioned dancing', waltzs, foxtrots and alike. I enjoy the close proximity to
another body, even Joseph's. Finally, I decided it was time to retire. I allowed Joseph to guide me back to our Villa. Once the door was secured behind us, I even allowed him to kiss me. I must confess to feeling a level of excitement at the prospect of what I had planned and I treated him to my tongue as we kissed. I stood in the middle of the room and told him to undress me. The poor thing's hands were shaking so much that he could hardly unfasten my dress. I let it slip to the
floor before telling him that I would be back soon. Naked I walked to the bathroom and locked
the door.

"Err, darling, what are you doing?" he asked through the door. "I am making myself ready for you."
"But I think you were just perfect as you were."

I bit off my sharp retort. "I'll just be a minute. You undress and get into bed."

I took out the bag I'd placed in here earlier. I needed to really blow his mind if I was going to break him. I slipped on a bright red lace garter-belt and matching lift-up-bra that was little more than a strip of lace than ran under my breasts. All the weights I do have sculptured my breasts, and made them so incredibly firm, that the lacy bra was just for looks.

Next I pulled on a pair of black fishnet stockings and attached them to the garter-belt. The last items were my favorite, they had cost Joseph's parents a great deal of money, not that they knew about it. The knee high, shiny black leather boots with eight inch stiletto heels were a struggle to get over my bulky calves but my persistence was rewarded.

"God your gorgeous!" I said to my reflection. I wondered what my little hostess would pay to have me spank her dressed like this. Maybe I should have kept her number after all? The bitch did have a great tongue.

"No!" I chastised myself. When the time was right, there would be plenty of hot little bitches here, with willing tongues to sooth my urges.

I stood framed in the bathroom doorway. "What do you think?" "Wow!"
"I think I deserve better than just, wow!"

"Of course my darling, you look sensational, and incredibly sexy." "And." I teased him.
"And beautiful, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen!"

I strutted sensuously towards the bed, wiggling my hips in the sluttish way I enjoy making other women do for me. Taking hold of the sheet I slowly drew it back until Joseph's cock was exposed. He was hard as I knew he would be and surprisingly his erect cock is quite large. Not that I rate myself as an experienced judge but I assessed his scrotum as being quite extraordinarily large for a man of his slight frame. Some women might even find him quite desirable. In my case, I hoped men would find him desirable. That is my weakness; I love
to watch men having sex together. I love to watch cock being sucked and I love to watch assholes being fucked, the harder the better. I even enjoy watching men kissing and cuddling. That was why I married Joseph, to watch him having sex with other men. The beauty of it is that Joseph isn't gay, he isn't even Bi. The last thing he is thinking about tonight is sucking cock or taking one up his ass. He wants me. My job is to make him want me so much that he will do anything I ask just to have me. By the time he realised that he will never have me the way he wants, hopefully he will be so trapped that he will continue performing for me with any man I choose for him.

"How much do you want me?" I ask in my sexiest voice.

He reached out a hand and stroked my heavy thigh with his fingertips and I allow it for now. "I
want you with all my being."

I'm not sure what that meant but it sounded right so I knelt on the bed, my knees apart. I know the light is on in the bathroom behind me so my pussy lips are silhouetted for him.

I stroke his skinny chest and he quivers with excitement. "I have another surprise for you!"

His balls visibly ripple with pleasure and a dribble of pre-cum slips out of the end of his cock to flow across his hairless stomach. I wrap my hand around his dick and slowly jerk on it.

"I'm not sure that is a good idea my darling." he says in a voice that is little more than a squeak. "I don't want to cum too quickly."

"Sssshh." I purr and jerk harder. He opens his mouth to protest again so I lean over and place a nipple in his mouth to shut him up.

He sucks greedily as I jerk him. Great wads of hot cum blast from his dick and some of it splashes over me. Repulsed, I pull away.

"Sorry." he says.

Sorry, I'll give you sorry soon you pathetic creature.

I wait while he uses a handkerchief to wipe himself. When he tosses the handkerchief aside, he reaches for me, gritting my teeth I allow myself to be pulled against his naked body. We kiss and I feed him my tongue to keep him happy while I sneak a hand down between his legs. His hairy scrotum feels disgusting to touch but I force myself to control the urge to pull my hand away. With my urging, he spreads his weedy legs wide apart. I am sick of kissing him now so I pull his mouth down to my breasts. As he suckles on my nipple I extend my middle finger and pass it between his ass cheeks. He giggles. I don't know why, maybe he thinks I am playing a game with him. When my finger touches his ass-ring, I can feel his body go tense. I make myself moan as though I am enjoying touching him and having him slobber on my breasts and he relaxes a little.
I press harder. He moans now.
"Do you like that?"

"I'm not sure, no one has ever touched me there before."

I want to shout at him, how can he not be sure, either he likes it or he doesn't? What is there to be sure about? I know I love to have my asshole fingered by a pretty woman.

I smile at him. "What about now?" I push a little harder and wiggle the tip of my finger so that it works his tight ring a little open.

He giggles in a girlish way that I find strangely attractive. His dick is going hard again, and quickly, so I know he is enjoying it even if he is too embarrassed to say so.

"I think you have a sensitive ass." "Is that good?"
I smile now and this time it is a genuine smile. "That is very good. I love a man with a sensitive asshole."

Joseph is a virgin but he knows I have had a number of previous sex partners. What he doesn't know is that they have all been women or that there have been hundreds of lucky women who have had the privilege of tonguing my pussy or my asshole.

"Have you done this before...with other men?"

"Oh yes!" I lied. "Do you want me to show you more?"

Even in the dim light I could see him blush. "What about we experiment...after?" "After?" I asked as though I didn't understand how much he was longing to fuck me. "You know...after we..."
"Oh no." I inform him. "I promise this will make it so much better when we fuck!" "Are you sure?"
"Trust me."

"All right then my darling. What do you want me to do?" "Why don't you roll onto your knees?"
"Is this how you want me?"
In my mind I could picture another man kneeling behind him, his cock buried deep in
Joseph's tight ass. "That is perfect."

There are some surprises that I have hidden under my pillow. I pull out a small tube of lubricant and squeeze a little onto his ring.

"Oh, that's cold." he says with another girlish giggle.

"Now hold still!" I say as I work some of the lubricant over my long forefinger. "Oh my." he moans as I rub my lubed fingertip over his ass-ring.

His sphincter is quivering with anticipation, making it feel as though his ass is trying to suck my finger into it. I wrap an arm around his wait and hold him firmly as I insert my finger to the first knuckle. I know I should be taking my time and working it in gently but I can't resist making him squirm so I force my finger deep into him. If any of my woman had ever treated me with so little respect, I would have slapped them so hard they wouldn't know what day it way. Joseph merely cried out with the pain and hugged me tightly as he gritted his teeth.

"It will feel better soon." I assured him.

I didn't want to ruin all the work I had put into him so I forced myself to slide my finger slowly back and forth until he was moaning softly with pleasure.
"Was I right? Does it feel better now?"

"Sort of."

He was annoying me again. This time I let my anger flow into my voice. "Don't be coy, do you enjoy having me finger your ass or not?"

"I'm sorry my darling, I didn't mean to make it sound that I didn't appreciate you doing this for me, it's just that I'm not used to having someone do something like this to me?"

"But are you enjoying it?" I demanded harshly.

"Oh I am my darling; I am enjoying it very much."



To prove it, he managed to swivel around and press his mouth to mine. As we kissed, I took the opportunity to work a second finger into his asshole. I felt his body go rigid again for a time but then he relaxed.

"Oh my." he said when I broke off his kiss. "I'm not sure how to say this but I am finding this strangely exciting."

"That is so wonderful." I said, excited myself now. "It is?"
"Yes, because I have another little surprise for you."
"What is it?"

I pulled my fingers from his ass and wiped them on the sheet on his side of the bed. Then reaching under my pillow I produced a strap-on dildo.

"What is that?" he asked, pulling back. "Come closer and I'll show you."


"But...it looks like a dick?" "It is, sort of."
"What is it for?"

"Come closer and I'll show you!" This time I let my anger flow once more and he quickly wiggled to me.

Without bothering to explain what I was going to do with it, I show him how to strap it onto me. His hands are shaking and I guess it is with a mixture of excitement and fear. I almost felt a little sorry for him at that moment but not quite.

When the dildo was strapped firmly to me, I ordered him, "Get back on your knees and offer me your asshole."

He looked at me with a pathetic little boy plea. "Now!" I shouted at him.
He quickly rolled onto his knees and poked his scrawny ass up into the air. Now that he
had submitted, I knew I could take my time.

"Now take the tube and rub some of the lubricant over my big cock."

He had a puzzled expression on his face but he did as he was ordered. The sight of his hand working the slippery jell over the fake cock was driving me wild. I couldn't wait until I watched him doing this with a real cock.

"Now, use your hands to pull your ass open for my cock."

He did as he was told but then tried one last time to protest. "Do we have to do this?"

"I am going to shove this cock deep into your ass and fuck you." I informed him. "The only choice is whether I do it rough or I do it gently."

"I'm sorry my darling." he said quickly. "Of course, you do whatever you want."

I took a firm hold of his girly waist and pressed the fist sized knob of the fake cock to his quivering ring.

"Beg me to fuck you."

"Please my darling, please fuck me."

"Tell my how much you love my big cock and how much you want it up your ass!"




"I do love your cock my darling, I do and I do so want you to fuck me, I want to feel your cock deep in my ass."

The sincerity in his voice made me laugh. I think the poor bastard did want me to fuck him now. Mind you, he probably still had hopes of fucking me later.

I rocked my hips forward and he cried out. I ignored his pleas and thrust even harder. His sphincter was resisting more than I thought it would and I now realised I should have started with a smaller dildo. Well, that was his problem now, this was the only one I had with me.

He was all but screaming in pain as I gave one mighty thrust and the massive knob finally forced its way passed his puckered ring. I wanted to fuck him, to make him take my dildo, but I took pity on him and let him rest for a moment or two with just the thick knob inside his rectum.

When his breathing calmed a little, I rocked forward once more and the rubber cock slid a little deeper.

"Beg!" I demanded.

"Oh yes my darling, fuck me, fuck my ass, make me take your big cock."

He was moaning now and I could tell it wasn't all with pain, there was pleasure mixed in there too. The dildo was about halfway in and I was rocking back and forth, slowly building up my rhythm.

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sunday I will update

[ashishrajan]

Devi was planning to visit Raji’s house, so 1st meeting is very important, 1st impression lasts more. Before going to his home, she decided to impress his mother , her PT teacher.

Krishna,” Saali ji, before you impress you should know what is their lifestyle, what does his mother wears.”


Devi,” bhabhi his mother wears jeans and men shirt, she never wears any ornaments, her hair is cleanly shaved always, she is bald always and have tattos in her arms. She rides costly bikes. Sometimes she smokes and drinks.”

Krishna,” saali ji, then do one thing cut your hair like army men , not bald but little ones, wear a formal man’s shirt pant, neatly ironed, a black shoe ride costliest bike your sister has. It will show you are rich but down to earth and considerate, best choice to keep her son happy and a suitable choice.”

Devi next day met her PT teacher and said,” Madam I want to discuss something with you.” PT madam,” yeah, tell me , I am free Devi.”
Devi,” no madam, I want to discuss with you at your home, will you be avaialable at evening , please madam, I can not discuss this issue with you here madam, please madam I just need 30 minutes of your precious time in evening at your home.”

PT madam,” ok, as you request so much come to my home evening , sharp at 6 pm, you will get 30 minute exactly , my all 4 male wives will be there, including my 2 sons. You know later my wives are complaining that I am not spending enough time with them, they saying it has been long time they have
a ride with my bike. Mostly my latest boy wife who is just 20 , he is my doll, so you know I have to pamper him more. I am planning to deliver my baby soon from his semen. So I will make him sit on my bike , have icecream and watch new movie released’ Mera Patni sherni’, mostly there after I may get chance of a heavenly pleasure, I am now 8 month pregnant, for next 2 month I will be bedridden and my man wives will miss my bike and physical pleasure, their anus gets itched when it is not properly banged once in a week.”


Devi,” thank you madam for your precious time, I will make it worth.”

Devi arrived sharp at 6, Madam was sitting on a sofa, her bulging belly aching out, her breast was covered by maternity bra, two of her wives were massaging her legs and arms, one youngest and most beautiful man huge breast was keeping his head on her lap, last old looking man wearing a old saree was massaging her head and face, she was regularly fed orange juice and dry fruits. Devi greeted them, and her madam introduced her 4 husbands now living as her male wives to Devi.

Devi was offered tea by oldest husband, which she politely declined.

Devi,” madam I do not want to waste your precious time, I want to express my views clearly, if I may hurt you by my words please forgive me considering as your student.”

Madam,” ok , go on ,very good, i like girls who have clear voice and clear vision.” Devi,” madam I love your son raji, thats I want to confess before you.”
Madam called raji in angry voice, he came running quickly, he was shivering in fear, his palms and face all sweaty and he was in kitchen wearing a salwar punjabi, dupatti covering his breasts.

Raji,” Ma, did you call me.”
Madam in more high pitch voice and more angry, thsi time all her husbands also started shivering in fear, they stood in a corner, the eldest one was crying covering his face with pallu.

Madam,” can not you hear my sound, is there any other Raji living here.” Raji,” no maa, but whats my fault.”
Madam,” do not raise voice over me, who is she.” Raji,” I do not know him Maa.”

Madam,” she is a girl not a boy.”

Raji,” truly maa , I have never met her or talked her.” Madam,” young girl is he telling truth.”
Devi,” yes, madam. We have never talked to each other, only I have seen him three times behind your bike.”

Madam,” ok, so you have never talked, now you say you are in love with him.”

Devi,” madam, what i think to start any relation it is required to get permission from your parents. So I have expressed my views and I do not want to keep it secret. With prior permission from elders, so no future confusion will persist.”

Madam,” my doll Raji, come son and sit on my lap, l have been rude to you, I know you fear me, but as a mother it is my duty to keep my son chaste and morale, son this young girl wants to talk to you , she says she is in love with you, do you agree you like her a bit.”
Raji,” Ma, you are supreme of this house, you know what is good and bad for me, with whom you will decide to marry I will happily agree with no remorse, he or she will be my life partner first and last.”

Madam,” so Devi you know our family is strictly gynarch, polygamy woman centric matrilleneal which is very rare in world. We are very rich and keep our tradition secret in society’s eye, tell me about
your family, from your atitude it is reavealed that you are audacious, brave and well groomed,
definitely a feminist.”


Devi,” madam our family consists of my mother father me and my elder sister Bhama, she is co owner of one ad company SimhaVahini, my sister is married to a nice man, he wears saree and looks after house. I call him as my Bhabhi. Our family is almost similar to yours, only is our women strictly monogamous, yes we are matriarch and rich. I love to ride bike. My favourite sport is boxing and Karate, swimming. I am learning to fly aeroplane, my future aim is to start an aerospace venture company with all women employee, my dream is when all women are free , man wear saree blouse .”

Madam,” let me tell you frankly young lady, you have won my heart. I have known Paro personally, i have heard about Bhama her partner a lot, luckily you happen to be her sister, its my luck. And I think you are best suitable choice for my son. Just promise me one thing you will never hurt him intentionally, you may punish him for msitakes but not deliberately. You will protect, guide him through your life, he will serve you as a devoted wife.”

Hearing this Raji ran behind his fathers and covered his face , started to blush. His fathers smiled and hugged him.

Madam,” so raji why do not you offer some snacks and tea to your future wife. You know Devi Raji is expert in cooking and household chores, he is going for a secretary course, advanced cooking course ,
dress design course and child care course in free time, actually he has graduated from home science, you releived my pressure for finding a suitable wife for him.”

Devi,” madam I promise I will love Raji to end of my life, but I will marry him when I reach adulthood and once I start my earning.”

Raji brought tea and snacks made by him , but he hesiatated to come near to Devi, he was standing a far away looking down. Even madam said to serve her, he did not move one inch. Finally one of herfather served to Devi , as Madam was pregnant she did not take anything.

Madam,” Bhama I am 50 now, I ahve 2 sons but i do not have any daughter to carry forward my family dynasty, she will bring usher to my life. After all Beta are Paraya Dhan, they have to go to serve their wives and in laws after marriage. So I have married 4 men to get a daughter, I am constantly allowing their cum inside my hole which I do not like, even I am in charge in bed to get pregnant they have to come over me, I know in each night they all have sex with me, missionary with man on top, i hate that but what can I do, toget pregnant it is necessary. This time ultra sound shows it is a baby
girl. I have aborted two male infants in my womb. After this girl i will show my male wives how a boss
woman takes them all together , a real lioness shows who is bitch, their anus must be itching for a long time ,a little bit wait it will bleed .”

Saying this she laughed with loud noise.

Bhama,” madam you look like tough woman, but you are so lovely and comic, nice tea and delicious snacks.”

Madam,” after he is my son, will be an ideal husband or wife to his woman”

Bhama,” madam with permission can I take Raji to ooty on my bike , we have an estate there and my parents are coming there.”

Madam,” when are you planning.”

Bhama,” next month.”

Madam,” then can I accompany you, I will have completed my delivery, it will be a great relaxation post natal condition, I have been missing a long ride since my belly bulged out.”

Bhama,” of course madam.”

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Within one week personal gym was ready one adjacent room was for aerobics dance practice for Krishna and joseph. Each morning Bhama, Devi , Paro do exercise in gym. Bhama was more fit among them, already her arms were ripped and bulky. During exercise women worked out nude. Bhama was guide for them, it was a strict warning for men for a strong no to peeping. Paro although strong had never such training regime, it was more tough for Paro when Bhama is instructor, Devi was practising also. Bhama did 500 push up, 50 pull up and 500 squat in 1 hour as warm up. Then her weight training starts, she lifted 410 kg as bench press, 150 kg barbell curl and 400 kg squat and 700 kg deadlift. Paro’s eyes bulged out seeing Bhama’s body, she had now 22 inch monster bicep with 24 inch waist and 12 pack solid rock muscle abs, her glutes are like hammer and quads are like volley balls.


Paro,” bhama you have such nice body, why do you always hide your body by wearing saree and full blouse, you can wear short skirt, trouser, jeans and tshirts or you can wear only saree and sleeveless blouse with backless string, your breasts are also awesome 38DD pure solid hard.”

Bhama,” Didi , if Krishna will tell me to wear them then I will wear, before marriage I underwent strict muscle lose diet so that it will not embarrass Krishna. In relation I am boss , but he is still my better half, his consent is must. Now he has come out to be my wife , I have decided It is perfect time to show my old transformed body.” Saying she posed some muscular poses in front of mirror, “ hope he will love it definitely.”

Paro,” but why did you transform as a serving obedient housewife for Krishna, who is not much of a macho man I know.”

Bhama,” actually, my mother has given word to Krishna’s mother that their first borns will marry each other , luckily we were female and male. I have never discussed about my mother on what circumstances she gave her word. I was a dominant woman, to keep my ma happy I married him, even I
know he loved you and both of you had some physical relationship, but I accepted that, it is normal in normal culture. I waited till I make Krishna devoted to me, I never dreamt he would easily accept my dominance over him. What I wanted a man wear saree for me, act as my wife, I have expressed my views to my Ma, but she was adamant, she said only one thing you can pursue Krishna to act as your
wife but not with a single bit of force, he shall not drop a tear to be your wife. I promised that to my Ma.
When Devi accidentally saw him and he cried for this reason I beat Devi black and blue. Now he is devoted wife of mine, I have forgiven him for past sins. Just hold your questions , even I have a lot of questions to ask Ma.”


Then Bhama, Devi and Paro peeped to other room where mens were doing aerobics with dance, dance was belly dance orchestrated by a shemale dancer, they were wearing tight hot pant and sports bra. The music was soft one, seeing women they stopped dancing.

Bhama,” Krishna we are tired of doing exercise, it will be nicer if you give us some massage, it will relax and rejuvenate us for long day schedule.”

They were guided to massage table, when women removed the mens’ eyes remain wide opened, specially when they saw transformed Bhama.

Bhama laughingly,” will you guys stop staring us, it is embarrassing.” Joseph,” oh, sure.”
Women lied on massage bed. Krishna for 1st time saw his transformed so called desi docile wife
Bhama. He was praying and thanking God for giving such a nice wife in his life, he was now sure
Bhama is more competent than Paro. Joseph was drooling for Bhama’s body.
Paro,” dear Joseph, I am here, please stop staring at Bhama, I know she is best but iam your partner, it looks like you are not interested in my body.”

Joseph,” No madam, I am concentrating on you.”

Krsihna took his time slowly, steadily feeling each tight flesh of Bhama’s body. His delicate hands rubbing against a massive machine. He took special interest in her breast, abs, bicep and back, meanwhile controlling not to ejaculate in his hot pant, Bhama could see a small bulge in his pant, but
she enjoyed a nice hot massage of her husband’s weak soft hand. It reduced all her stress and pain after
work out.


Krishna,” ji, may I give a suggestion, saree is inappropriate clothing for you, saree is for weak feminine like me, as I will be wearing saree, salwar for rest of my life I do not want you being my wife should wear that, for a strong woman need something to show off your strength to outside. You are a macho woman, I think you should wear shirt, pant. It will suit you better.”

Bhama,” thats flattering, but I do not like male clothes my hubby.” Krishna,” then why not choli ghaghara.”
Bhama,” why??”

Krishna,” so I can massage your whole body anytime anywhere.”

Bhama,” and you will ejaculate anytime anywhere.” Saying she held tighly and twisting Krishna’s penis. Krishna ouched in pain and his penis went limp.
Bhama,” thats better, i want you should focus on what are you doing.” Krishna,” atleast wear men’s pant and half top, it is best for you.” Bhama,” ok , Patidev ji. Your command my wish.”
Krishna,” ji, please do not call me Patidev ji, I am your servant, call me as you normally call, it is sin for me if you adrress me as ji.”Krishna touched her feet and kissed the locket having face of Devi and Bhama.

Devi complained,” Bhabhi you are ignoring your Saali, I am not as beautiful, muscular Didi is, still I am your half Gharwali, my body is aching.”

Krishna,” why do not you invite my jethani for your service, you went for meeting na.”

Devi,” will his Khadoos hitler ma allow him before marriage bhabhi.”


Krishna laughed and took some oil and massaged Devi’s back and arms only,” get my jethani soon to massage you, you know I can not touch your every part, please excuse me.”

Devi,” thank you bhabhi for your serving, i am hungry.”

Krishna went inside with Jospeh and served refreshing juice and healthy tasty nutritious foods. Paro,” you have said rightly, it is heaven to tatse the food after a tiring work out.”
After breakfast, Krishna,” saali ji, if you have finished breakfast kindly you please leave the room.” Bhama,” why, why she will leave.”
Krishna,” ji, please do not consider as it an arrogant request, me and Joseph feel uncomfortable to get topless except in presence of our women. It will be so kind of you Ji, if you massage my chest with
your so hard hands, so it can grow like a real breast of woman, and I can wear blouse of my choice, what is point of wearing saree without blouse and with a breast.”

Devi,” ohhoooo, my naughty bhabhi, I have no ontention for that, you guys can carry on, only guy I ma focussing on is waiting for me at his gate sharp 9 am. I am leaving.”

Devi wore her jeans and top and rode bike to meet her boyfriend.

After Devi gone both joseph and Krishna removed their bra, joseph’s breast was slightly larger than
Krishna, Krishna’s breast looked like it is budding one with perky nipples, like a just teenaged girl.

They got a oil of BT36 and SUDOL with some herbs mixed. Now Bhama took oil and rubbed on
Krishna’ s chest, she was doing gently.

Krishna,” ji, please use much force, even it pains me it will get better and faster result. Its my request ji.”

Bhama applied more pressure even it was 30% of her maximum force , she controlled it, but it was unbearable for Krishna, he was crying in pain but kept on encouraging Bhama to continue for atleast
30 minute, his tears rolling down , when ever Bhama stopped massaging he guided her hands to his chest rubbing more requesting more. Bhama felt sorry , she herself was crying but continued to do so for request of her love.

But for Joseph it was different, he was crying in high pitch, his whole body was rolling on ground, but Paro was on his body like she was banging him, she was rubbing like she will rip apart his medium man boobs.

After 30 minute massage was finished, the men took 30 minutes more to recover, their chest was paining, but they were determined to get a nice breast naturally rather transplant. They thanked to their sorrowful partners.

Krishna,” ji, I want to tell something, until my breasts are grown perfectly we will not have sex, as my releseasdmale hormones will disrupt growth of my breast.”

Bhama,” alright hubby, I am also thinking same, I will enhance my strength 2 time sof my current strength in one month, we will have physical relation at Ooty, it will be strictly Brahmacharya for me, as sex will reduce my power, so our only physical contact will be morning after exercise hour. You can sleep in other room till that time.”

Krishna,” thank you ji, you are so considerate.”

Bhama,” now cutie, I have to leave office, till our new relationship is reestablished, you are required to stay at home, as transition phase will be emotionally shattering. I will wear saree to office , do not force me to show my body to world, when time comes every one will see our relation, after that I will wear as per your choice.”
Bhama carefully wore her saree, fullsleeve blouse, so nothing is visible outside, she started her BMW bike went to office. Paro also left with her own bike. Now Paro shifted to bhama’s bunglow, they three shared a queen size bed including Devi, while Jospeh and Krishna shared a room. Bonding grew more and more.

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Bhama was also built like a tank in one month, she is now able to overgead lift a 1 ton, her arms are now massive 27 inch and breast 44DD, abs 16 pack. Paro also developed a lot, she had now 22 inch bicep with 38DD breast and 10 pack abs.

PT madam once called Devi, she wanted to have a family gathering dinner at any convenient place and further discuss about their relation.


PT madam called Bhama,” Hello, Bhama I am Miss Malini , PT teacher of Devi, can i talk to you.”

Bhama ,” Yes, I am absolutely free, How are you, I am fine. I heard about your condition, hope it will be a nice strong baby girl .”

PT madam,” yes, I am fine, this time my family will get baby girl, I am so proud. Actually I want to discuss more about relationship between Devi and my son raji. Can we gather around somewhere to have discussion, a family dinner sometimes.”

Bhama,” Sure, I am free, anytime anywhere.”

PT madam,” Ok, how about this weekend at your place. You know my wives are so doting that they never allow me to go outside, fearful men you know how coward they become. I am bored staying at home, moreover I miss my cigarette and drink. Hell of life. Just want a party. “

Bhama,” yes I am looking forward, this weekend at my place evening 6 o clock.”
PT madam,” ok , then I will invite our principal, science teacher along with their male wives.” Bhama,” that wil be very noble, Paro and Joseph will also invited.”
PT madam,” yeah, sure after a long time gathering.”

Bhama informed Krishna, but cooking food for such large mass will be difficult for him. Understanding this male wives joined Krishna from morning in preparation, they arrived as their women left them in bike. It was a hectic day for all. In evening roaring sound of 6 bulltes heard. PT madam wearing a simple lungi and banyan, other two teachers in suit, Devi in kurta pyjama, Paro in tshirt jeans. Bhama welcomed them. Behind them were boy wives of teachers. All were escorted to dining room.
Principal, PT teacher and scienc eteacher each had 4 wives. Principal was aged 65. Science teacher aged 60. They each had 4 wives , Science teacher had a boy aged 13, principal also had boy wife of aged 13. Each men wore colourful saree with jewellery.


Women had seat, their men served them snacks and whiskey except PT teacher who is pregnant. The teachers said they were childless except PT teacher, they did not want children and lived free. The teachers asked their boy wives to show dancing skill and entertain them while they had snacks. The boys with music showed their dance skills. With music they slowly removed their saree. Meanwhile hormone excitation due to pregnancy kept PT madam in high, she called one of her man, he went inside her lungi and sucked her pussy continuously, after 1 hour another man wife replaced him and sucked.

PT madam,” ohh, these hormone make sme such horny, Thank god I have 4 male wives, they suck my pussy out whole they and night till their jaws ache , if I had one man then he must have been dead . I miss my strapon action against these tight ass pussy of my young wife. Once I deliver girl I think I will fuck that ass for one day whole , I promise. Boy , he is such tight boiass, missing it very long.”
Mean time boys removed their blouse and petticoat with permission from their women , now in bra and panty did belly dance and lap dance, getting appraisal. Finally food was served. Boys wore their saree blouse. Men gathered together talked about saree, fashion, jewellery. After women finsihed men eat from same plate as their womens’ left over.

PT madam,” I am here to announce formal marriage alliance for my son Raji with sister of Bhama Devi. Lets proceed for this .”

All women whistled. Devi was smiling, women sat on chair. A large cloth was spread over ground. After 20 minute, Raji wearing a banarasi saree of red colour and yellow border with red blouse. Surrounding him all male wives, Krishna, Joseph sat. Now question answer was started mostly it was very funny question. Devi was not speaking, she was deeply immersed looking at Raji whose eyes were looking at fixed point at ground.

After everything finished it was now decided alliance is fixed, so Devi took a diamond studded chastity went under petticoat of Devi and locked it. Devi ket a key for herself and another key was given to PT mam. Finally women zoomed their bike to home along with their men and boy wives.