[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART6

Doly came back from the bathroom and started narrating what happened next.

"The next day, I decided to dress frumpy. I wore a long sleeved t-shirt, with a bra underneath. And wore trackpants with the grandma panties. Shortly after noon, he was at the door. I had expected Narayan to be with him, but thankfully he was alone. He didn't say a word, not as much as a smile. Just walked straight to the studio and took his pose. I also went behind him wordlessly and started painting. And then, the powercut happened."

"So the powercut story was true?" I asked.

"Well, mostly. Except he didn't ask for permission to take his shirt off. He commanded me to work on his face and took the shirt off. Then.... he took his pants off too, and sat there in his underwear. And that is when I noticed the big bulge in his underwear."

"He was hard?" I asked.

"No, he was not. But the bulge, even without an erection is very.....substantial. I kept painting, but I couldn't resist peeking at his bulge. Which he noticed. He asked me if I wanted to see more, and I said no."

"Did you?" I asked.

"Well." Doly said, "I said no the couple of times at least. Anyway, after that he started pestering me to take my t-shirt off too. I kept saying no, but he kept insisting. And then he made the wisecrack about seeing my private parts. And he added, he could understand if I wasn't confident of my ability to resist him, which is why I was wearing a shirt in such oppressive heat. Again, he challenged my self-esteem and I got manipulated. I took off the shirt. Then a while later, he kept goading me to take the bra off, again making similar comments about my insecurity about being able to resist him. So I took the bra off too and started painting topless."

"In a couple of minutes, I noticed the bulge in his underwear kept getting bigger and bigger. I tried to look away but it was just.... too big. He caught me looking and said - well, it is growing because of you fabulous boobs, and because you are the cause, I think you really should see it. I shook my head. He asked again. I shook my head again, but this time slower. The next time he asked, I didn't say anything. So he got up, and took his underwear off."

"And is it....big?" I asked.

"Oh yes. It is."

"Bigger than mine? Tell me honestly." I asked, and regretted the question as soon as I asked it.

"Yes. It is way bigger. Old, hairy, balding, big paunch, but a bigger dick. And I realized where he got his cocky confidence from, no pun intended. Anyway, I watched spellbound as he came close to me. I could not take my eyes off his dick. Pretty soon he was next to me, and playing with my boobs like I told you last time. Or I should say attacking them. He played with them for a few minutes, bringing me into a heightened state of arousal."

"Were you playing with his dick?" I asked.

"Yes, I was. Running my hands up and down it, feeling its girth and length. He kept playing with my tits and I kept playing with his dick. After a few minutes, he asked me to get completely naked. I obeyed, like a slave. Instantly, I pushed my pants and panties down and stepped out of them. He then started fingering my clit and my pussy, standing right there. He did that for a few more minutes and by now, if he had wanted, he could have fucked me and I would not have protested."

"But he didn't?" I asked and Doly shook her head.

"His cellphone which was in his pants started ringing. He left me standing there, my pussy sopping wet and my nipples hardened and went to answer the phone. He took the phone out of the pants, listened for a few seconds, and just said - ok just a minute. He then disconnected the phone, and beckoned me over with his finger. I walked towards him, as if in a trance. He asked me to sit down on the chair and I did. He asked me to open my legs wide apart and I did, hoping he would fuck me. But instead he took my right hand, put my fingers in my pussy and said - do this."

"Weird. And then?" I asked.

"And then," Doly said, "he walked out of the studio, just like that. Naked, his huge cock still fully erect. I sat there, fingering myself like he had ordered. And waited for him to come back. I thought he had gone to the bathroom or something. So I waited. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing. Finally, I got tired of fingering myself, and decided to go and see where he was."

"And where was he?"

"He was in the living room." Doly said. "On the couch. Or rather, Savitri was on the couch and he was on top of Savitri, fucking her gradually. I walked towards them and stood behind the couch. My eyes first went to their crotches. Pravin's dick was pistoning in and out of Savitri's cunt, and yet it did not completely enter her pussy. Savitri was lying on her back, fully naked, her tiny boobs gyrating. Her eyes were half closed, as if in a trance. But when she heard me approach, she looked into my eyes, and I looked into hers. She registered my nakedness and smiled ruefully."

"I stood there for a few minutes, but Pravin did not as much as look at me. He was ignoring me. And I just stood there, watching him fuck her. Like watching my own personal porno. After about ten minutes, as Pravin fucked her harder, he finally looked at me and said - why are you standing there like a zombie? Sit on the couch and finger yourself. I walked around the couch and sat next to Savitri's bouncing head. Still looking at them, I started fingering myself. Savitri looked up at me, reached up with her hands and started fondling my left breast. This went on for a while, after which Pravin withdrew his dick and told Savitri to get on her knees. She did and Pravin started fucking her doggy style."

"Savitri's face was now right next to my hips, and whenever a hard thrust pushed her forward, she'd lick me. After a couple of minutes, Pravin asked me to turn sideways facing him. I did, and almost immediately, Savitri put her tongue on my clit. I was already pretty worked up. Add to it the sight in front of my eyes - my maid, fully naked, on her knees, being fucked by a dirty old man. It did not take me too long to have an orgasm. As I got done with the orgasm and relaxed my muscles, Pravin spat at me."

"He spat at you?" I asked absentmindedly. By now my erection was raging hard.

"Yes, he spat at me and said - typical middle class housewife, cums so easily. Look at Savitri. I've been fucking her for twenty minutes and yet no orgasm. You know why, he asked. And then answered - because I haven't let her have one yet. You want to see me make her cum in 30 seconds? I just stared at him, with glazed eyes. He said, observe. He pulled Savitri's hips closer to him and started fucking her at an increased tempo. And the expression on Savitri's face, which was still at my crotch, changed dramatically. Her eyes rolled upwards, her mouth was wide open and she started whining. The whine grew louder until it became a shriek. And then, as Pravin continued to pound her, she grabbed me around the waist, hugged me tight for support, and started shaking. I started shaking with her, and her orgasm hit her in full force. And I tell you, Arun, it was..... like something I have never seen before. The way she shook, the way she wailed.... the intensity of her goosebumps... and she even started to cry. She shook like that for a good minute or so, and then finally fell silent and motionless."

"Pravin however, kept fucking her. He then said to me - come here, and get down next to me on your knees. I did as I was told. And he took out his dick and shoved it in my mouth. I tasted the different flavors on it - Pravin's juices mixed with Savitri's. Bitter and salty. He grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. With barely half his dick in my mouth, it was hitting the back of my throat. He fucked my face like that for about half a minute, then took his dick out and started fucking Savitri again, making her moan once more."

"Damn." I said, getting my dick out and stroking it. I noticed that Doly was now breathing hard too, clearly turned on by the memory of what had happened.

"He fucked Savitri for a minute, then fucked my face, then Savitri, then my face. He kept doing that for at least ten more minutes, and I wondered, is this man ever going to cum? My jaw muscles started hurting and Savitri's moans made it seem like she was almost unconscious. Finally he took his dick out of my mouth and then started doing eenie meenie miney moe."

"He started doing what?" I asked, wondering if I had heard right.

"Eenie meenie miney moe. With my head and Savitri's cunt. And it ended at her cunt. So he said - you win, Savitri. Then he inserted his dick into her very hard and started fucking her at a really high speed. I felt he'd tear her cunt apart with the force. But instead, Savitri started the whining noise I had heard a while back. I stared dumbfounded as Savitri's body was wracked by another orgasm, and Pravin also started making guttural noises. He was finally orgasming. Both their bodies shook and shivered, until they both finally finished their orgasms."

"Pravin kept his dick buried in her cunt for a few seconds, and stood still, then he took it out and shoved it in my mouth. I slurped at it hungrily, licking off the semen and pussy juice on it. After I licked his dick clean, Pravin pulled me up by the hair and brought my face in front of Savitri's oozing cunt. He said to me - eat it clean. I looked at him, confused. He said - slurp and swallow everything you see, then put your fingers in her cunt and take out as much of my jizz as you can, and eat it to. Now. In front of me."

"Ohhhhh" I said...this sounded so depraved and kinky that I could not hold my own orgasm any longer. I pulled Doly's head, put my dick in her mouth and started shooting. She obediently took it all in her mouth. And then, swallowed it all. I vaguely made a note to myself that she had never swallowed my cum except for when we had first started dating. Clearly, Pravin had awakened the swallower in her once more.

Doly gulped down my juice very nonchalantly and continued,

"And I did it. I licked the hairy pussy of my own maid. Dipped my fingers inside her cunt, dug out gobs of cum and ate it. In five minutes, I had cleaned up Savitri's cunt completely."

"Then?" I asked

"Then, I stood there, unsure of what to do. I was expecting it to be my turn next. I was expecting that Pravin would fuck me now. But instead he said - Savitri, get dressed and do your work. Doly, let's go back to the painting. I felt like asking him to fuck me too. But I guess my pride got in the way. He should be asking to fuck me, not the other way round, I stupidly thought even in that situation. So I walked back with him to the studio. And continued painting, naked. A while later, the power was back on, but I still remained naked, maybe hoping that this would entice Pravin. But it did not. His cock got hard again after a while, but he sat there, as if waiting for me to make the first movie. And I waited for him to approach me."

"But neither of us blinked. So he yelled and called out Savitri's name. She came running, now fully dressed. He gestured her to get naked and sit on his cock. Savitri looked at me unsurely. She knew what I was thinking. Then she said to him - why don't you do Memsaab first? He said to her sternly - she doesn't deserve it yet. Do you want to do it or not? And Savitri meekly took off her clothes. Again, in front of my eyes, they fucked. This time I stood some distance away and watched. Finally Pravin came inside her, this time a bit sooner than before, and again told me - eat her clean again. He then got dressed and walked out."

"I stood there for a while. Savitri was still lying on the floor, her eyes glazed, her pussy dripping with cum. I finally went to her, got on my knees and started lapping at it. After a few minutes, when she regained her breath she said to me - Memsaab. I told you to be careful. Now....now he will make you beg for it. He made me beg for it, and he'll make you beg for it too. Like a street bitch." ===========

Doly fell silent. I cleared my throat suggestively, asking her to go on.

"Arun, tell me something." she said.

"Yeah?"

"How did you know I was lying before?" she asked.

"I'll tell you after you've finished narrating." I replied.

"Come on! Tell me. Did Savitri tell you? It has to be her!" Doly pressed me for an answer.

"It was not Savitri." I said.

"Then who?" she asked. "Please, I have been telling you so much. Can't you just answer one question?"

For a moment, I considered telling her about the video clip. The clip that showed her naked, going down on Mangal. But then I remembered she hadn't mentioned him when I asked her to name everyone that she had been with. Which made me wonder....as elaborate as her narration had been, was she still hiding something from me?

"Why do you want to know that so badly?" I asked.

"Why wouldn't I?" she countered.

"You know.... I am beginning to wonder if you still intend to hide some things. Maybe that is why you are giving such an erotic description of everything. To turn me on and distract me from some real questions."

"WHAT??" she yelled angrily, "I am giving erotic descriptions to turn you on? You are the one asking me detailed questions, Arun. What was I doing, what was I wearing, where was he standing.....how was his dick? Why don't you admit that you are the one who wants to get turned on? You are the one who loves the idea of my being used and abused by a dirty old man? Admit it, Arun, just admit it. I have lied to you, but you are lying to yourself."

Her outburst surprised me. And angered me.

"How dare you turn this around on me?" I said.

"I am turning it around on anything, Arun. I am just saying, every time you ask me about it, you want answers in details, like from some erotic story. And every time, you get turned on and we have sex. And you are not willing to admit that it turns you on? That you are ......" she trailed off.

"That I am what?" I asked.

"That you are...happy to be a cuckold? Turned on by being a cuckold?" she said glaring at me.

"Bullshit!" I shouted a little too emphatically, possibly to cover hide my self-doubt with anger. "Stop manipulating me, Doly. Every time you start this type of a mind game, I get convinced you are hiding more than you are revealing."

She just sat there, still glaring.

"OK, let me ask you some straight questions. You said you had sex with Narayan too."

She nodded.

"How many times?"

"How many days or how many times?" she countered, with an evil grin.

"Tell me both." I said.

"Actual sex or other stuff too..... like oral?" she asked again.

"Tell me all." I said.

"See, you are the one who wants details. Isn't it enough to know that Narayan had his way with me? How does it help you to know how many times? Unless you want to get titillated again."

She had a point there. So I asked another question,

"Did you have sex on our bed?"

"Yes." was her curt reply.

"Where else in the house, apart from the couch?" I asked.

"The kitchen table, the living room desk, the living room floor, the studio floor, the studio chair, the guest room, the corridor and......the roof." she answered.

"The roof? In broad daylight?" I asked surprised. Our house is single-storeyed, and the roof is visible from the a lot of houses and buildings nearby.

"Yes, in broad daylight." she said.

"With whom?" I asked.

"On the roof? With Narendra." she answered.

"Who is Narendra?"

"Our postman."

"What??? You have been fucking our postman?"

"Yes."

"How did it start?"

"There you go again. Details, details." she smiled, clearly enjoying this.

"Don't tell me the whole story. Just tell me in short how it first happened." I said.

"I was in the living room, getting finger-fucked by Pravin while I sucked Narayan, and that's when the doorbell rang. Pravin had still not fucked me till then. He said that if I wanted to get fucked by him, I should open the door naked. I did. It was Narendra the postman with a registered letter. While I was signing, Pravin told him to come inside and wait. And then.... he asked me to give Narendra a blowjob. And eventually it led to sex. That's the whole thing in short." she said.

"But doesn't he come around every day even now?" I asked.

"Yes. But before you ask, I don't sleep with him any more." she answered.

I paused for a second. There were so many questions jostling in my mind, but then my mind went back to the video clip and I asked,

"Were your sex games limited to just our house?" I asked.

"No." she said.

"Where else?" I asked.

"Pravin's house, Narayan's house too." she said.

"Anywhere else?" I asked. She paused for a few seconds and shook her head.

"Wasn't Pravin's servant at home?" I asked.

"Yes, he was." she said.

"Did he also fuck you?"

"No."

"Doly?"

"What??"

"Did his servant not fuck you?" I asked.

"No." she said emphatically.

"Did he see you naked?"

"Yes." she said, almost sounding disappointed that I finally asked the right question.

"Did you suck his dick?" I asked

"Yes."

"So how did not fuck you?" I asked.

"Well, he was going to. Pravin wanted it to happen. But then, there was a small incident and we had a fight."

"What was the fight about?" I asked.

She stayed silent. As if picking her words carefully.

"They wanted me to do something." she finally spoke, "And I didn't want to do it. That disagreement happened right when I was sucking his servant's dick. So we fought, and I came home."

"What did they want you to do?" I asked, knowing fully well she was referring to the video clip.

"I'd rather not say."

"What if I said I know what it is?" I said. She stared at me, confused. I continued, "I saw the video clip of you sucking Mangal's dick."

"What???" she asked, her face ashen.

"Yes, I did."

"How...who...where.....how did you see it?" she asked.

"Some guys at work were watching it and I happened to walk in." I said. At this point her face turned completely white and she started trembling.

"Oh shit! Oh no! Oh God, I'm dead." she said, and started crying. For a moment I felt like taking her in my arms and consoling her, but I resisted the urge.

Then she turned her face upwards, looked at me and yelled,

"You idiot! You know there's a clip of your wife being forwarded around and you were sitting here making me tell you my sexual escapades in detail? What's wrong with you, Arun? Where's your sense of priorities?"

I didn't say anything. She continued,

"Now everyone knows. Everyone at work, I am sure."

"No one knows. Your face isn't visible in it." I said.

That seemed to make her take a pause from crying,

"It isn't?" she said.

"No, it isn't. The guys who were watching it were also ruing about how the woman on screen never shows her face. And I saw how it ended too, with you knocking the camera away."

"But then....how did you know it was me?" she asked.

"Firstly, I recognized the big map on Pravin's wall. Secondly, I recognized his servant. And thirdly, I know your body very well, and if there was any doubt, one of the zoom shots clearly showed that mole on your left butt cheek."

She continued crying, but not as hysterically. I sat there two feet away from her. After about ten minutes of crying, she got up and went to the bathroom. She washed her face and said,

"I have a headache. I have had enough of all this. I am going to sleep." she said. I looked at the clock. It was close to midnight. I nodded and follower her upstairs. We both lay down on the bed, with some distance between us. She seemed to have fallen asleep at once. I tossed and turned for a few hours thinking about what had happened and what I should do next, and it was close to dawn when I finally fell asleep.
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART7

I woke up to the sound of my cellphone ringing. With half-open eyes, I reached for it and answered.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello Arun, this is Dev." the voice from the other end was that of my Boss.

"Yes Dev? Tell me." I said.

"Tell you? You tell me!" he sounded annoyed. "Where the hell are you? We are supposed to go on that big sales call together!"

"Oh, yes" I said, looking at the clock... damn it was already 10 a.m. "Sorry Dev, I took some medicine last night and overslept."

"You're still at home?" he said incredulously.

"Yes, but sorry, I'll....I'll meet you at the client's office directly in...half an hour." I said.

"OK, hurry up, Arun!" he said and disconnected the phone.

I sat up and looked around. The bedroom was empty.

"Doly! Why didn't you wake up me?" I yelled. No answer. "Doly??"

I got up and walked around the house. She wasn't in the kitchen, living room, any other room or any of the bathrooms. I even poked my head into the studio but she wasn't there. Where had she gone? I called out her name a few more times, but no answer. I finally decided to call up her cellphone, in case she had gone to the store for some groceries. But when I dialed her number, I heard her phone ring in the bedroom!

I walked into the bedroom and saw the cellphone ringing on the nightstand. I disconnected the phone and it stopped ringing. That's when I noticed a piece of paper kept under the phone. I picked it up and started reading. It said -

Dear Arun

I am sorry for everything I have done. And I am sorry if I said some mean things to you. The situation we are in is very complicated and tempers are bound to flare. I think we should both do some deep thinking about our future. It is only after a lot of thought that we should even talk. I am going away for a few days. I need a complete break from you, and from all this drama. Until yesterday I thought I could face it with you and talk it out, but then you told me about the video clip being circulated, and that was the last straw. Pravin promised me he would keep it private. But he clearly broke his promise. I can't handle this any more.

So I am going away. Don't wonder where. Don't try to find me. I am not going to my parents' house or any of my cousins or friends' place. And no, I am not going to any of my lovers' places either. Just let me be for a few days. I'll keep emailing you to inform you I am safe. When I have done enough thinking, I'll come back. Until then, you do some thinking too. Think about our future, if you think we should have one together. And how we should live it.

Love, Doly

P.S. I am leaving my cellphone here so you or anyone else doesn't get in touch with me.

I read the letter three times in shock. She had just taken off while I was sleeping. Gone AWOL. Supposedly to think. Probably to think. But was there some other reason, I wondered. I stood there thinking for a couple of minutes when I was reminded of the sales call. Trying to put Doly out of my mind, I quickly showered, got ready and left for the call.

A week went by very quickly. Doly was still not back. She'd send me one email everyday. With the same text in all of them - "I am fine. Love you." I replied to her emails with questions about where she was and who she was with. I pleaded with her to come back home. I even during the later emails, apologized for acting like a jerk. But she never replied to those emails. Just sent the one line emails about her being fine.

I immersed myself in work. But I also thought, like Doly had asked me to. The more I thought, the more I felt bad for her. Yes, she had made a mistake. Several mistakes. But she had been played by a master manipulator. And even now, she was sorry. She still loved me. She promised she would never repeat her mistakes. And I loved her too. I loved her a lot. I could not bear the thought of losing her. In a few days, I had decided that I would not ask Doly any more details. I'd just tell her that I forgave her for her mistake, and we should try to restart our life from scratch.

So one evening at the office, I sat and wrote her a long email saying all this, and begged her to reply to it or come home soon. It was long, emotional, contrite, understanding..... I was positive she would reply to it. Hoping that this would end the episode, I set for home. As I was driving, I felt the cellphone ring in my pocket. Expecting it to be Doly, I hurriedly took it out and answered it, without worrying about cops stopping me.

"Hello Doly?" I said enthusiastically.

"No." a female voice answered. "This is Salma."

"Salma???" I asked, confused about if I knew anyone by that name.

"Yes, from the detective agency, Mr. Arun." she replied.

"Oh yes, yes." I said. "Tell me?"

"Mr. Arun, we have completed our investigations about your wife. If you can come in any time today before 9, I can give you the full report." she said.

"Oh...err.... what did you find?" I asked, suddenly feeling silly to have hired a detective agency to investigate my wife.

"Well, Mr. Arun.... it's not something I can tell you over the phone." she replied.

"Do you think..." I asked "I would want to know it all?"

There was silence on the other end. "Hello?" I said.

"Yes, I am here, Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I was just thinking about your question. You know I had suggested you don't start this investigation in the first place. And yet you insisted. So I don't know whether you want to know it all or not."

"I see." I said, trying to decide what I should do.

"Let me ask you this. Have you made a decision about divorcing your wife?" she asked.

"Yes." I replied. "I have decided not to. I want to give her another chance."

"Then, Mr. Arun, you don't need to know anything I have to tell you. Just work on rebuilding your marriage. And forget about the past. Don't worry about the remaining payment. Consider it my belated gift. Bye."

And she hung up. Content with my decision, I drove on and went home.

The next day at work, I got a reply from Doly to my heartfelt email. Even this was short. It just said -

Dear Arun

Thank you for the lovely email. I love you too. But there are some more things I need to sort out that I haven't told you about. I need to think a little more. But I'll be home soon.

Love you.

The email really pissed me off. Even after this, she was hiding from me? Even now, after my giving her a blank check, she was being high-handed? What the hell? I spent the rest of the day scowling and snapping at everyone in the office. And cursing Doly in my mind. I kept thinking about her email - some other things she hadn't told me about. And then I thought about Salma's call. Maybe I did need to know it all, I thought.

After I got off work that evening, I went to the detective agency. The receptionist asked me to wait while Salma finished talking to another client. I sat there, my heart beating fast, wondering what information I'd come to know. After fifteen excruciating minutes, a man walked out of her office, clasping a file very tightly, and an angry look on her face. Salma walked out behind him, saying,

"I am sorry, Mr.Jain."

He grunted and walked out. She then saw me, and sighed,

"You. I somehow knew it. I knew you couldn't resist knowing." she said. "Anyway, come to my office. Rosie, bring in the Doly file."

I followed Salma into her office and sat on the chair in front of her. She sat down and asked me,

"What drink would you like?"

"Water is fine." I said.

"No, I mean....what sort of a liquor would you like? Will scotch do?" she asked.

"It's OK, I don't need any alcohol." I said.

"Trust me, Mr. Arun. You do. I'll ask for some to be brought. You don't have to drink it if you don't want." she picked up her phone and said, "Rosie, get that bottle of red label and one glass."

The next couple of minutes passed in silence, as I stared at the table and Salma stared at me. Finally the door opened and Rosie came in, a thick file under her armpit, and a glass and a scotch bottle in her two hands. She kept the bottle and glass in front of me, handed the file to Salma and left.

Salma opened the bottle and poured me a large one.

"Sorry, we don't have any ice." she said and pushed the glass towards me I didn't touch it.

"Could we get on with it, please?" I said impatiently.

"Alright," she said opening the file, "first let me tell you about our standard disclaimer. We can not reveal the sources we got our information from, or how we got them. But rest assured, that no one knows that there was a detective agency snooping around, or that you were looking for some information on your wife. So when I tell you something and you ask, who told me this, I can't answer that question. I do have evidence for some things. But not for all. It's up to you whether to take it as true or rumors."

I nodded.

"Okay, I'll start with information relevant to whatever you told me when you came here last week." she said, flipping through some pages and reading carefully. "Your wife did indeed have an affair with Mr. Pravin during the last couple of months. The affair started after he started coming to your house daily to model for a portrait. For the first couple of days, she worked on the portrait. But then, according to my sources, she discovered she wasn't able to paint it too well, and got worried about completing it in time. On approximately the 4th or 5th day, a Mr. Tariq started coming to your house too."

"Tariq?" I said, wondering why the name seemed familiar.

"Yes, Mr. Tariq teaches the painting course your wife was taking." Salma said.

"Oh yes, her teacher. Tall old man?" I asked. Salma checked the paper, and said,

"Yes. Mr. Tariq, age 62, 6 ft 2, white hair, medium built. Instead of your wife, he started doing the portrait. Apparently so that your wife could submit it and complete the course."

"What? Why?" I said dumbfounded. Doly always complained about how strict and demanding Tariq was. I wondered why he would help Doly cheat on the course. But even as I thought about it, I knew the answer.

"Mr. Tariq and your wife have been having an affair for almost a year now." Salma said reading from the file "Their meetings would happen right before or after the class. And a few times, he also came to your house when you weren't there. And, from the information I have..... had you gone on a week long trip to Singapore four months ago?"

"Yes I had. For a sales training conference." I answered.

"During that time, your wife and Mr. Tariq went to Goa for a few days. They stayed at the D'Costa Resort in Vagator. Here are some pictures we were able to obtain." Salma said, sliding a some papers in my direction. I picked up the papers and looked at them.

They were color printouts of a few pictures. The first two showed Doly, dressed in a bikini with a leather strap around her neck, lying down on the beach and waving at the camera. The next two were of Tariq and Doly, hugging each other. The next one had them kissing. The next one showed her lying on the sand, face down with just her bikini bottoms on. And in the next two, she had turned on her side, displaying her boobs to the camera. As shocking as these pictures were, the next two were the ones that really blew my mind. The first one showed her on her knees, topless, with three white men standing around her with erect dicks. She had one dick in her mouth and the two others in each of her hand. The last picture showed her completely naked spread-eagled on her back, with Tariq's dick about to enter her, as she had another man's dick in her mouth. In all these pictures, Doly was wearing the leather strap in her neck, even when she was fully naked.

"Bitch!" I said, shocked at the pictures.

"I am sorry, Mr. Arun. It turns out that Mr. Pravin is not the first man your wife cheating on you with." Salma said in a sympathetic voice. "Should I continue, or have you heard enough?"

"Please continue." I said, reaching for the glass of scotch and taking a sip.

"So back to how the affair with Mr. Pravin started." Salma said, looking down at the file again. "Mr. Tariq came for a few days and painted the basic portrait, and Mr. Pravin would pose for it. From what I know, and I have no solid proof for this, just based on what a single source said" she flipped a page, "Mr. Tariq....gave your wife an order to seduce Mr. Pravin."

"An order?" I asked.

"Yes, just a second." she flipped back to the previous page and read for a few seconds. "As the leather ornament in your wife's neck in those pictures indicates, your wife was in a ....... subservient relation with Mr. Tariq."

"I'm sorry, what?" I asked, confused.

"Well.... they weren't so much boyfriend and girlfriend as..... master and slave." she said shaking her head. "The kind of sexual perversions on comes to know of in this business, Mr. Arun, are just.... unimaginable."

"What do you mean, master and slave?" I asked.

"Well, I believe the lifestyle it called.....BDSM? Where a person, often a woman, willingly accepts to act like a slave...often sexual slave.... to a master, usually but not always, a man. Do you want me to google it and show you?" Salma asked pointing at her computer.

"No, that's OK. I understand." I said "Please continue."

"So Mr. Tariq ordered your wife to seduce Mr. Pravin, and she did it. By wearing increasing fewer clothes, from what we know. Apparently, Mr. Pravin initially resisted, because of his ties to your family. But in a couple of days, he could not resist your wife's......" she paused "machinations, and gave in."

"I see. So she was lying till the very end." I said picking up the glass and emptying the whole drink down my throat. Salma pushed the bottle closer to me and I poured myself another drink.

"After a few days, Mr. Tariq completed the basic outlines of the portrait, from which point your wife could continue further. And he stopped coming to your house. But the affair with Mr. Pravin continued. After a couple of days, your maid, a Ms. Savitri, accidentally walked in on them having sex. Your wife had forgotten to lock the door and the maid was late that day. She walked in, assuming the door had been left open for her. And when she went to the room your wife paints in, she saw Mr. Pravin and your wife engaged in copulation."

"I see." I said, taking a big swig of the scotch.

"Now it seems that Ms. Savitri and Mr. Pravin had previously had sexual relations. After she saw your wife and Mr. Pravin together, Ms. Savitri got very agitated. She attacked your wife in rage and they fought for a while. Eventually, your wife subdued Ms. Savitri with the help of Mr. Pravin, and managed to eject her from the premises. But Ms. Savitri threatened to make your wife pay for her ways."

"This just keeps going deeper and deeper." I said, slurring a bit.

"Mr. Arun." Salma said, "I can stop whenever you wish."

"No, please, continue." I said, sipping some more scotch, bracing myself for the next revelation.

"According to my sources, that encounter left Mr. Pravin rather shaken. He was already ridden with guilt because of his family connections with you. Now this encounter with Ms. Savitri further complicated the situation. He was also worried by Ms. Savitri's threat. He suggested to your wife that they should stop their affair, and tell you everything. Your wife refused. They argued, and he left. So that day, he came to your house for tea, hoping to tell you everything regardless."

"He wanted to tell me everything?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes, according to my sources." Salma said.

"Who are your sources exactly?" I said, slurring and raising my voice.

"Now, now, Mr. Arun. I already told you." Salma said, "I can not reveal that. I am just telling you the information we gathered. Whether to believe it or not is up to you."

"That's not fair!" I said. "Anyway, he wanted to tell me, then?"

"Your wife was vehemently opposed to the idea. She used many means to stall him and manipulate him. For instance, when you were all seated at the dining table, she apparently kept playing with Mr. Pravin's organ under the table. She threatened him saying she would report him for bang. And other things. That day, Mr. Pravin finally changed his mind and gave in to your wife's wishes." Salma said.

"However, he told your wife that he would not come over for the portrait any more. The next day, when he did not arrive as planned, your wife called him up. But he did not answer her calls. So she went over to his house. His servant, a Mr. Mangal, whom you saw in that video clip you told me about, had been given orders by Mr. Pravin to not let her in even if she came. So he stopped her from entering, and which point..." Salma turned another page and read, "your wife started disrobing at the door."

"She what??" I asked, unsure of what I had heard.

"She started disrobing at the door. Mr. Mangal, unaccustomed to a woman of her beauty and social standing exposing herself to him, gave in to her wiles. What ensued was sexual intercourse between your wife and Mr. Mangal. Mr. Pravin heard the noises, and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And......" Salma paused and looked at me, and then continued. "The next day..."

"Who whoa, wait! The next day? You were just talking about what happened with Pravin and Mangal. Did you skip something" I asked.

"Yes. It is.... not important, Mr. Arun. Just lurid details." Salma said.

"Read the whole thing!" I shouted, and Salma continued,

"Mr. Pravin heard the noises and unable to resist the erotic scene he saw, joined in. And your wife had sex with both of them simultaneously. Mr. Pravin penetrating her in the.....conventional manner and Mr. Mangal....." she paused and took a deep breath, "sodomizing her at the same time."

I closed my eyes and imagined the scene. Doly, my exquisitely beautiful wife, sandwiched between the fat old man Pravin and his stick thin servant. Pravin fucking her in the cunt, and Mangal fucking her in the ass. Whenever I had suggested anal sex, she had always dismissed it right away. And here she was, going around getting buggered by random servants?

"Now we come to the matter of the video clips." Salma said.

"Video clips? More than one?" I asked.

"Yes, the clip you saw was just one of the several taken that day. It is also the only one in which her face is not visible. In all the other clips, her face is visible. And.... the sex has been captured on the camera in great detail." Salma said.

"Oh fuck!" I said, realizing why the news of video clips circulating had made Doly run away. The other clips were out there too! For the world to see and identify my wife engaged in a sordid threesome.

"One thing though. All the other clips are....private." Salma said.

"What do you mean private?" I asked.

"I mean, they are not in circulation like the one you saw. As far as we know. We checked all websites where such clips and routinely uploaded, and none of the other clips have appeared there. The clip you saw, with her face hidden, is the only one circulating among the general public, as far as we know." Salma.

"Well, hurray!" I said sarcastically.

"The next day" Salma continued, ignoring my comment, "things got a little more complicated. Mr. Pravin was at your house, posing for the picture. By this stage, we are told, your wife would routinely paint in the nude. There was very little painting actually. Mostly sex. That is when Ms. Savitri paid a visit to your house again. And she was accompanied by.." she flipped the page, "...four more men."

"Four men? Four? What men?" I asked.

"According to the information we have.....Mr. Narayan who runs a paan shop on Maruti Road, Mr. Narendra who is a postman, Mr. Shyam who is a waiter in a restaurant, and a Mr. Pinku who is unemployed and homeless. Ms. Savitri directed the men to have sex with your wife as they pleased. There was a scuffle. Mr. Pravin was manhandled by the four men and forced to cooperate. Your wife resisted their advances."
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Indian Wife Gone Bad

PART8

"Hah! That's the first I have heard her resist advances from anyone but me." I said bitterly.

"Your wife resisted their advances for a while, but then was sufficiently aroused to cooperate. What ensued was an orgy in your living room, being directed by Ms. Savitri, in which your wife was ravaged by the men for the whole afternoon. Ms. Savitri also eventually joined in with Mr. Pravin, and by the end of the whole incident, there was rapprochement between your wife and Ms. Savitri." Salma said.

"Any videos or pictures of that?" I asked.

"No." Salma said flatly and continued, "An understanding was reached between the two ladies, in which they would share Mr. Pravin's company. Subsequently, your wife continued having relations with Mr. Pravin and Ms. Savitri, and on other occasions with the other four men that Savitri had brought along."

"How often?"

"On a daily basis. And that is pretty much all the information we have on the events of the past few weeks." Salma said.

"Did she continue to sleep with other men in our house after I caught her and Pravin together?" I asked.

Salma looked at the file and said,

"Yes, I am afraid so. According to the timeline we have pieced together, she had at least one of them men visit her for sex during the day, right until the day you came to me with this case. And the next day, she left you house and went to Mr. Tariq's farmhouse."

"Err...what?" I asked, sitting up straight.

"Yes, about a week back, the day after you gave us the case, early in the morning one of my men had just taken his position outside your house to keep an eye on your wife, when he saw her walk out of the house. She took an auto-rickshaw and he started following her on his scooter. He followed her to a farmhouse on the outskirts of the city. A farmhouse that we later found out belonged to Mr. Tariq. That is where she has been for the last many days."

I sat there, with my hand on my head. She wanted a break to think, she had said. And she was spending it with her lover.... or her master.

"What has she been doing there?" I asked wearily.

Salma picked up the phone and spoke in it,

"Rosie, did Babu drop off the DVDs? Okay, bring them in."

Then she turned to me and said,

"I am not sure exactly what she has been doing there. My man hasn't written out his report yet. But he has managed to gain access to the farmhouse and taken some pictures and videos with a hidden camera. He burnt them into DVDs and was about to submit them with a written report when we spoke yesterday and you said you didn't want to know anything. So I told him not to bother."

That's when Rosie walked in with 3 DVDs and handed them to Salma.

"Then today when you called, I asked him to drop off these DVDs. They have pictures and clips from the farmhouse, and also the private clips from the time your wife had relations with Mr. Pravin and Mr. Mangal. Here, they are yours." Salma said sliding them towards me. "You can watch them and get an idea what your wife has been up to for the last week. Frankly, I am sick of this whole case."

Salma closed the file, slid it towards me and got up.

"That is all, Mr. Arun. This file has the whole report in detail. It is yours. And please, don't bother paying me the rest of the amount."

"No, no, Ms. Salma" I slurred, getting up, "I insist. You worked hard."

"No, really, Mr. Arun, it's okay." Salma said.

I got up to thank her and leave, but I had trouble standing straight. I had drunk a little too much scotch, I realized. Salma also realized it.

"Mr. Arun, did you come by car?" she asked.

"Yes." I said, holding the chair for support.

"You are in no position to drive." Salma said and picked up the phone "Rosie, is Babu still around? Good, send him over."

In a few seconds, the door opened, and a young non-descript looking man, whom I presumed to be Babu, walked in.

"Babu, this is Mr. Arun. Drive him home, and then come back." Salma said to him.

"Yes, Madam." Babu said.

A few minutes later, I was sitting in the passenger seat of my car, almost ready to pass out, as Babu drove the car. He drove the car silently for a while, until the fresh air coming in from the window sobered me up a little. I sat up and asked him,

"So you shot the farmhouse videos in these DVDs?"

He nodded.

"How bad are they?" I asked.

He kept quiet.

"Tell me how bad are they?" I asked again.

"Sir.... don't mind me saying this." he said politely "but your wife is the most sick depraved woman I have ever seen in my life. If my wife was even 1% as sick as her, I would have divorced her long back."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I am the stupid cuckolded by his disgusting wife." I said.

He drove in silence for a while more and said,

"I am sorry, Sir."

"Why are you sorry, man?" I asked. "She is the sick one. I am the cuckold. What's there for you to be sorry about?"

"Because..... I also fucked her, Sir. At the farmhouse." he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Please understand, Sir. I didn't have a choice. It was an invitation only sex-club type thing. I had to gain entry to gather evidence. And once I managed to get an invitation through Salma Madam's contacts, I.....well...I had to do whatever or...whoever everyone else was doing." he said apologetically.

"Hmmmm." I said. "How was she?"

"Excuse me?"

"How was she? My wife? Was she a good fuck? You are the first man I am actually talking to who has fucked my wife. Well, about fucking my wife anyway."

"Sir....please....." he said hesitantly.

"Just answer me, dammit!" I yelled.

"She is...well, god has made her just for fucking men, Sir. She is a natural. And very talented. Does things with her mouth and cunt that I never thought possible. And her stamina...... that night I was.... probably the 20th man she was with. And yet, she was as enthusiastically involved as if I were the first." he said and stopped.

"Well, I am glad you got to taste my wife too. All men who have fucked my wife should form a voting bloc, I tell you. The number must be big enough to turn elections!" I said angrily.

Babu kept quiet. In a few minutes, we reached my home. Babu parked the car in the garage and escorted me to the door. He handed me the file and the DVDs and was about to go when I said to him,

"Give me directions to the farmhouse."

Babu turned around and said,

"Let it go, Sir. Just forget her. Divorce her."

"Just give me directions to the farmhouse. Where exactly is it?" I growled.

"Sir, even if you go there. No one will let you in. It has tight security. You need invitation cards to enter." he said.

"Give me yours." I said.

"Sir, please, just let it go." he said.

I caught hold of his collar with both hands, pulled him close to me, and yelled,

"Give me the directions and the card, or I swear I'll kill you."

I felt a hard punch land in my stomach and I immediately let go of his collar. He kicked me a few more times in the stomach and I sank to the ground in pain.

"You asshole!" he shouted "How dare you lay a hand on me? I know you are in shock so I won't do anything more to you, but the last guy that tried to manhandle me now wishes he still had his hands."

Babu spat at me, turned around and started walking away. He then turned back and walked towards me. I cowered, thinking he was going to kick me again, but instead he stopped in front of me. He took something out of his pocket and threw it at me.

"Here. This is the invitation card. The address and directions are on the back. I still think you are an idiot to want to go there. But go if you want. It's your funeral!"

I grabbed the invitation card with both hands and watch him walk out of the gate.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE TESTY MILK OF MY MOTHER

PART1


This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was ** years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. My mother's name is Meena and my name is Sunil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of **, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin tericotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with milk from her breasts.
I developed the habit of watching her breasts as the baby sucked on her breasts. Mother would not completely open her blouse, so I can get only glimpses of her nipples and aureola as the baby sucked. But those glimpses drove me crazy. Mother's aureolas were rosy in color and her nipple was slightly reddish, because she was extremely fair in color. I knew the times she gave milk to the baby and I would position myself conveniently so that I can watch her breasts, even though pretending to read my books. I never imagined that mother would be aware of what I was doing. It was after the baby started getting indigestions that the first event happened. One evening, there was nobody at home except mother and the baby and myself. Mother asked me to sit by her side and said “Sunil, you must stop watching my breasts when I feed the baby". I was scared out of my wits that mother knows what I am doing. I could not say anything. But mother continued, "Your watching is causing the baby stomach problems because the milk is changed". She did not say what changed the milk. "Are you jealous of the baby? Do you want some milk too?" I was extremely embarrassed, but I was glad mother was not angry at me. I just sat quiet. Then mother said, "Look here. You are also my baby and I have given you milk from these breasts before. So I do not mind to feed you again from these breasts. Tonight, after everybody is asleep, you can suck my breasts and satisfy your desire. But you must promise not to watch anymore when I feed the baby and not to tell anybody about this. Ok?" I simply nodded my head and was glad to run out of the house to hide my embarrassment.
But I was eagerly waiting for the night. Our village house was small, as all other houses. There was a kitchen and one room and a verandah outside. My father always slept in the verandah because it was cooler there. The front door was latched inside and if he wants to come in, he will have to knock and wake somebody to open the door. Me, my mother, my two sisters and the baby all slept in the one room side by side. That was the arrangement in all houses in the villages. That night, after my father had gone to sleep outside and my sisters and the baby had slept, my mother whispered in my ears " Sunil, come to the kitchen". My heart was pounding with anticipation as I followed her to the kitchen. There she lay down and asked me to lie beside her. Then she unbuttoned her blouse and thrust her right nipple in my mouth. I eagerly took her nipple between my lips and started pressing it. But milk was not coming.
Mother laughed and said "Poor boy, you have forgotten how to suck mother's breasts. It has been a long time. Here, take more of my breast in your mouth and suck on it. Then you will get milk." I did as she told me and her sweet milk started flowing into my mouth. My mother drew me closer to her and hugged me. After few minutes, when milk stopped coming from her right breast, mother asked me to take her left breast in my mouth and I enjoyed milk from that breasts until it was also empty. Mother said "Is that enough, baby? Come; let us go to the hall before somebody wakes up. But I said, "Mother, please let me continue sucking your breast a little more. It is so warm and soft in my mouth." Mother said "Ok, Sunil. Only a little while." and I again took her warm breast in my mouth and gently pressed it with my lips and tongue. Then I cupped her other breast in my hand and started caressing it. After a while, mother said "You like mummy's breasts. Don't you Sunil?" and she hugged me closer to her.
Mother's voice was unsteady a little bit and I became aware of her heavy breathing. I do not know how long she let me suck her breasts, but I was disappointed when she said, "Come Sunil, let us go to the hall. Enough for today. Remember, not a word to anyone and no watching when I feed the baby". I said "Yes ma" and we got up and slept in our usual places. Next day, my mother's breasts looked more attractive to me than usual. I did not watch her when she fed the baby, but I kept looking at her breasts all other times. When she saw me looking at her breast, mother smiled gently and adjusted her sari so that it fell between her breasts and both her breasts were exposed to my view. I was thrilled and enjoyed the nice movements her breasts made inside her blouse as she moved about. I also noticed that her nipples were more prominent than usual today and that made my mother look lovelier. That night, I was lying in my bed, impatiently waiting for my mother to call me. After making sure the children had slept, mother whispered "Sunil, let us go to the kitchen" We went to the kitchen and closed the door.
We laid down side by side and mother opened her blouse for me. I hugged her tight and took her right breast in my mouth and sucked her milk. There was lot more milk than the previous day in both of her breasts. After I emptied both her breasts, mother said, "Did you have enough milk today, Sunil? I gave the baby cow's milk so that you can have more milk" I was thrilled and hugged her tight. "Thanks Ma, your milk and your breasts are so sweet and thanks for showing me both your breasts during the day", I said. Mother said, " I am happy to show them to you, Sunil. I was a little bit embarrassed because my nipples were erect the whole day and were pushing my blouse out more today" I said, "Ma, those nipples made you look more beautiful today. But why did they become erect Ma?" Mother said, "All because of your sucking and fondling yesterday, Sunil". "Ma, does my sucking and fondling hurt your breasts" "No, silly boy, mummy feels so nice about your sucking and fondling. That is why her nipples become erect. Now enough of this talking. Here, suck this breast and fondle the other one". I simply obeyed her. After the sucking session I told her that I want to smell her breasts and her body. She was agreed. For more than an hour I smelt her breasts, neck, bally, her back. Her motherly smell took me to haven. I felt very satisfied and peace. I continued my courtship with my mother's breasts and her body for a long time until we heard the baby crying. Mother said "Sunil, let me go and feed the baby. Stay here. You can continue when I come back, Ok?" and buttoned up her blouse and went to the hall. After fifteen minutes she came back.
This time, I unbuttoned her blouse and instead of sucking her breasts, I kissed them fondly. Mother was excited. I sat against the wall and asked my mother to lean on me and cupped her breasts from behind and gently fondled them. I caressed her nipples slowly and they became erect. I kissed her neck moving her mangle sutra aside. I could feel my mother trembling against me. After a little while mother said, "Sunil, we should not let this go out of control. Otherwise, we won't be able to enjoy even this. Mummy has some milk now in her breasts. Just suck it and let us go to sleep. Ok?" and gave me her breasts. I sucked all the sweet warm milk out of them and then we went to sleep.
From the next day, mother strictly limited our nightly affair to one hour. But she continued to display her breasts for me during the daytime and also gradually stopped breast-feeding the baby and gave me all her milk to suck. Since there was too much milk for her to hold the whole day, she asked me to come home at lunch time from college, so that she can feed me. In the evening, she asked me to come home without going for playing and I had a feeding in the evening too. This went on for three months. Of course my father never knew anything about our affair. Now one day my grandmother came to our home. Mother told me that until she returns back to her house we will not follow our routine affair. That was going to be a torture, but mother said it is better to suffer a week rather than lose our affair for ever. The third night after grandma came, mother called me to the kitchen. I was surprised. With grandma sleeping in the hall, how can we play in the kitchen? By the time I got to the kitchen, mother had her blouse already open and thrust her breast in my mouth. The breast was of course swollen with milk and I had my stomach full of her delicious milk in fifteen minutes. When I was drinking her milk she kept her caucus eye to the door because my mother knew her mother’s sleep was very tight. I asked her ma you said “until grandmother returns in her home you will not let me drink your milk, so why you called me today. She said “oh Sunil It was becoming very hard for me to wait until she returns without your sucking. I think It was not possible for me to stay calm even a single day without your tongue in my nipple. So I took the risk. After one week my grandma returned to her home. So I again had my mother's beautiful breasts to taste and fondle. One day I brought flowers for my mother when I came home in the evening. Mother was surprised but did not wear them immediately. But, when we went to the kitchen that night, mother had the flowers in her hair and she smelt heavenly. That night I requested my mother to ride on me. She agreed but asked me that can I take her huge body weight on top of me. I said yes. Then she rides on me. Under her chest and her breast I felt very safe and calm. It was felt like I was doing meditation. I felt her heavy breasts ware incising and decreasing when she was breathing. From then on I continued to bring flowers everyday which mother used to wear when we got together in the kitchen. Another three months went by and something else happened which took our love affair to the next level. There was a communal riot in town and all colleges were closed for two weeks. Since Dussehra was coming after those two weeks, that meant no college for a month. Since it was unsafe to stay in the town during the riots, my father asked mother to take the children, including me, to my aunt’s house and stay there for a month. His office did not close, so he will stay in town. So, mother and I with the two girls and the baby took the bus to my aunt's village. From the bus stop, we took the horse cart and when we reached my aunt's house, she welcomed us nicely. My aunt Susila was also a beautiful looking lady. My uncle was died in a car accident 5 years ago. She got my uncle’s job after the death of my uncle as per the govt. rule and managing her family of two children and her own younger brother very well. She was a very open minded woman and loved my mother very much. I did not know that my mother told her every thing about us and she supported it.
She took the baby from mother and told her, "Mina, you are becoming more and more beautiful day by day. Is Sunil bringing you flowers every day" and winked at me. Mother felt very shy and said, "Susila, please, not in front of the girls". "Look at her, blushing like a teenage girl. You have really made her a lot younger Sunil", my aunt said. After we relaxed a little bit, mother and aunt went to the temple for the evening pooja. When they returned, they cooked a nice dinner for us and we all ate heartily. When we were ready to go to bed, aunt said, "Sunil, You go to the upstairs room. I have put your box there. I will take care of the children downstairs." I was wondering what mother was going to do. I looked at her. But she was demurely looking at the floor avoiding eye contact with me. I went upstairs confused. The upstairs room was a surprise to me. It had been whitewashed. There were festive decorations on the wall and floor. There was a wooden bed in the middle with new mattress and pillows. There were flowers hanging from the canopy over the bed and agarbathi was lit and making the room smells very fragrant. I just sat on the bed wondering what mother was going to do.
After what seemed to me a long long time (even though it was only fifteen minutes), mother came upstairs. She had changed her silk sari she was wearing when she went to the temple and was wearing her regular thin cotton sari and slightly tight blouse which accentuated her shapely breasts. She closed the door when she came in and had a box of sweets in her hand. She sat on the bed beside me and said, "These are the temple sweets. Let me put one in your mouth, Sunil" and did so when I opened my mouth. Then I took one and asked her to open her mouth so that I can put in her mouth. My mother came near me and lovingly opened her sweet mouth. But her sweet lips so near me intoxicated me so much that I forgot the sweet and grasping her waist drew her towards me and kissed her. Mother gasped and struggled a bit but I held on to her waist and pressed my lips to hers strongly. She relaxed and put her arms around me and gave her lips to me to taste. We kissed for 30 minutes and then sank back into the bed breathing heavily. It was a very passionate kiss. Our tongue ware not touched with each other. Even our lips ware not moved a bit from the position where first they met. It was like feeling each other’s lips and breathing heavily in unison. Mother was silent and I was worried. "Ma, are you angry?" I asked. "No, son. You just surprised me. That is all". "Then you will let me kiss you again, Ma?" "Of course, son. If you cannot kiss me who else can".
I was thrilled and again hugged her and kissed her passionately on her lips. When our lips parted, I said "Ma, your lips are so sweet and soft". Mother said, "Sunil, there is something else sweet waiting for you inside my blouse. Don't you want it?" It was then that I noticed that mother's blouse was all wet in the front with her milk. "I have been heavy with milk from the evening, son. The thought that we are going to be together in this nice room for the whole night made lot of milk in my breasts today. Please suck my breasts". I cursed myself for being so inconsiderate and immediately unbuttoned mother's tight blouse. Her beautiful breasts jumped free showing me the lovely aureoles and the erect nipples. I cupped my mother's breasts in my hands lovingly and said, "Mummy, your breasts are so beautiful". Mother did not let me finish my sentence. She drew my head to her right breast and thrust her nipple in my mouth and started striking my mouth with her breasts. Immediately, her sweet milk started pouring into my mouth and for the next half hour, I sucked and fondled my young mother's lovely breasts. Mother moaned with pleasure as I teased her sensitive nipples with my tongue and when I gently fondled her breasts cupping them nicely in my hands. "Sunil, your hands and lips feel so nice on my breasts. I wish I can have you do that all day". "Ma, I wish so too." "I think we can fulfill our wishes at least for a month, Sunil. Susila said we can spend our time in this room all day, if we wanted to. She is going to care of everything. So, you and I are free to do what we want"
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE TESTY MILK OF MY MOTHER

LAST PART
I kissed mother again on her lips and said "I am so happy, Ma" and then asked her "Ma, can I take your blouse off?" Mother hesitated slightly and then said "You want me to be without blouse?" "I eagerly said "Yes, ma, please". "Ok, take mummy's blouse off with your own hands", she said and sat up. My hands trembled as I pushed her blouse off her lovely shoulders and took it off. Then I showered kisses on her breasts and shoulders and neck. Mother hugged me and moaned with excitement. Then she said, "Sunil, take your shirt off to. It is not fair if only I have to take off my blouse". I was only happy and immediately peeled off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Immediately, mummy hugged me and kissed me on my nipple. Then she started licking my flat nipple for more that 15 minutes. Her hot sweet tongue and saliva gave me tremendous pleasure. She felt my muscles and said, "Sunil, I am so happy to have a strong bodied youngster to protect me and my womanhood". Mother and I played with each other long into the night before we slept. She was on top of me and we both took our mouth to each others ear and whispered nasty jokes. She was telling most of the nasty jokes. She even told me the story of her first fucking session with my father. I smiled a lot to hear that my father fucked her 35 times in the first week of the marriage. The next few days went joyfully, with mother and I spending most of our time in our room, mother without her blouse letting me enjoy her lovely breasts sucking her delicious milk every half hour or so.

Then one day mother got into her head the idea that she wants to give me a bath like good old days. So I went with her to the bathroom where she poured water on me and started soaping me. I was only wearing a towel around my waist and when it became heavy with water, it slipped down. I hurriedly tried to wear it back on, but mother snatched it away saying "It is as well, son. Anyway I have to apply soap to your hidden parts too". Then she looked at my prick and exclaimed "Oh, Sunil, I never imagined your prick would be so long. It used to be the size of a small green pepper just not long ago. You know I used to enjoy fondling it when you were a child sucking my breast". I said "Ma. You can do that even now when I suck your breasts". "Then let me clean it up nicely, son", said mother and applied soap and with her soft hands cleaned the entire length of my prick.
Later that day, when we went up to our room, mom gave me her breasts for sucking and as I lay beside her, she put her hand inside my pajama and started fondling my cock. My cock grew large with her soft touch and was uncomfortable for her to fondle inside my pajama. So she untied my pajama and pulled it down making me naked. I did not mind because after all she was my mother and she had seen me naked so many times. But after she fondled it for several minutes, I had to ejaculate and threw one leg around her and pressing my penis against her thighs, let out several hot jets of my semen, pushing into her thighs each time a jet came out. Mother hugged me and said "Oh my darling, I forgot you are now a grown up young man with lot of semen in your balls." Then I asked "Ma, you have been giving me milk for six months now. Do you want to taste my milk too". Mother shyly shook her head to say yes. I was excited. "Mom, just like I suck your nipples, you can take my cock in your mouth and suck it. Then, soon, you will get the thick milk". Mom did like what I said and her soft lips encircled my prick and started massaging it. I held her head in position and slowly pumped my prick inside her hot mouth. Soon, I reached my climax and pumped hot semen into my mother's mouth. Mother did not let a drop of it go waste.
She gulped all the thick milk as I ejected it. She said "Oh, Sunil, it tastes so nice. I want to drink it whenever you can give me". I said, "Sure ma, you can have all of it" and I drew her up and we kissed passionately for a long time. After a while, mother wanted to go to the bathroom and went downstairs. When she was gone, I was imagining her lifting her sari, spreading her legs apart and letting her warm golden piss out. My desire to kiss my mother's womanhood, nestled between her ivory thighs, grew beyond bounds. When she came back, I asked her, "Mother, I want to kiss you here, can I please?", cupping her pudenda with my palm. Mother was taken aback, but she did not take my hand away. Her face was slightly red with shyness and she slowly pulled her petticoat up to her waist revealing to me little by little her gorgeous legs and smooth creamy thighs and finally her beautiful pudenda covered with soft hair. Mother did not have too much hair on her lovely womanhood and I could see the glistening petals of her love flower nestling sexily between her thighs.
Mother spread her legs a little and I caressed her vulva gently and lovingly. Mother closed her eyes and started moaning a little. I got between her legs and kissed her things and all around her vulva. Mother smelled very nice between her thighs and there was a fragrant warm aroma rising from her vulva. Finally, I hugged my mother around her thighs and put my lips over her soft love fruit and kissed it. Mom jerked a little when my lips contacted her sensitive vulva and pressed my head down on her vulva. Then I started licking mother's juices which tasted like honey to me. Then I put my tongue inside my mother's vulva and touched her clit. Mother slightly raised her hips as I did that and I pressed my mouth closer and took her clitoris between my lips and gently pressed it. Mother jerked her hips several times as I did that and pressed my head down harder into her vulva. Soon, she let out a long moan and warm sweet juice poured from her pudenda. I sucked all of her juice as it poured and licked her vulva clean like a puppy while she was playing with my hair. Then I moved up and mother hugged me and kissed me passionately. We kissed for a long time with more intimacy than ever before.
When our lips parted, mother said, "Sunil, you are showing me so many pleasures which I never new existed. Will you do this to me often, please? I feel so nice when you are between my thighs kissing my pudenda and licking me like a little puppy". I said, "Mother, I am willing to spend my entire life between your thighs, drinking the sweet honey from your vulva. I don't think I need anything else except your sweet breast milk and vulva juice to live." Mother said, "That reminds me, dear, my breasts are heavy now with milk. Suck my breasts", and pulled my head to her right breast. I took mother's lovely soft breast, in my mouth and started drinking her sweet milk, hugging her tightly. After a while, mother said, "Sunil, play with my vulva, dear. I am having strange feelings there". I was only too glad and immediately slid down between mother's thighs and started showering kisses on her wet and warm vulva.
I made mother get climax four times that afternoon by sucking her pudenda, before we went downstairs for the evening tea. Later that night, I saw my mother fully naked for the first time. She removed her blouse, sari and petticoat and stood before me like a goddess. She looked gorgeous with nice legs and thighs and wonderfully shaped ripe breasts. I knelt before her and pushed my face into her vulva and kissed it passionately. Then we lay down on the bed and hugged each other tightly, with my penis pressing over her pudenda. After a while, mother put one leg over me and started making pushing motions pressing my prick more tightly over her pudenda. I was excited and said, "Mother, let us copulate, please. I have wanted to do that with you for so long". Mother said, “Son, I have also been dreaming of that for the past three months. But, we will do it on a good day. I will ask Susila to find a good day for us to become a couple. Just wait until tomorrow. Today, you can put your prick between my thighs and I will press it with my thighs and you can enjoy that way." Then I fucked her thighs very herd and unloaded my juice in to her thighs. Then I told her to go bathroom to clean my cock milk from her thighs. But she said she don’t want to clean. She requested me to rub my cock milk on her legs, breasts, and in to her bally. I obeyed her order happily.
I was immensely excited to hear that mother and I are going to become a couple. Most of that night, mother and I played love games with my mother, sucking her breasts, kissing her vulva, licking her love juice from deep inside her vulva, teasing her clitoris with my lips and making her get climax and fucking her between her thighs. Mother sucked my cock several times, making me climax and drinking my love milk. With our entire love making, at one point, mother's mangle sutra got cut and all the beads and the gold fell on the bed. We picked up all of them and bundled them up in a piece of appear so that next day, mother can put them on a thread again. For the rest of the night, mother was without mangle sutra and she did not mind. In fact, she seemed to be feeling happy being without that mangal sutra. Next day, in the morning, mother came up and speaking excitedly like a little girl, said, "Sunil, Susila says today is a good day for us. Get up and take bath. We have to do a few things". I immediately got up went for bath. When I came back, I saw mother dressed in a beautiful new silk sari, wearing lot of gold jewelry and flowers and looking like a bride.
Susila gave me also new silk kurta and pajama to wear and when I was ready, to my utter surprise and delight, she gave me the mangal sutra she had prepared and asked me to tie it around my mother's neck. Mother bent her head obediently like a bride and I tied the mangal sutra around her golden neck. Then my aunt Susila gave me a flower chain and asked me to put it mother's hair. I was feeling like a bridegroom marrying my own mother. Then, my aunt asked me to take mother to the temple for prayer. When we returned, she prepared a grand dinner for us and then she asked us to go upstairs after giving her blessing. As soon as we were in our room and closed the door, mother rushed into my arms and started kissing me madly. She kissed me passionately for a long time. Then mother took of her sari, blouse and petticoat very quickly and became naked. I also did the same and led her to the bed where she lay down and invitingly spread her hands and said, " Come, Sunil, let us become a couple".
I fell on her and embraced her and showered kisses all over her golden body, including her lovely breasts and warm vulva.. Then I asked mother to lay on the bed with her legs dangling down and I took her legs and put them over my shoulder. Mother spread her vulva with her fingers and I inserted my eager prick into my mothers waiting pudenda. I slid my prick deep into mother's silky vulva and slowly started fucking her. After few minutes, I increased my sped. This time I was pounding my cock to her pussy very hard. After five minutes, mother reached her climes, but I held on. My cock was making a peculiar sound as I was invading her wet pussy. I was fucking her like an animal. She was also taken aback by my expression. I was thrusting very hard to her not so tight pussy. With every thrust our bed was making a sound parallely with her moaning. I let myself have a climax only after mother had reached climax three times. I wanted mother to remember our first coupling all her life and I am sure she did have a heavenly time that day. That was the first day of Dusserah and the next 12 days, as the village people enjoyed ras at the temple, myself and mother enjoyed our own ras in our locked room. Mother was insatiable with her new found awareness of sexual pleasure, which she had not experienced when she was young. One day she even forcefully fucked me 10 times. I was feeling very week after 5 fuck but as she was insisting and forcing me very hard, so I have not resisted her demand. I never thought a mother of four can become so hungry like my mummy was that day.
I was glad to give my 40 plus mother as much pleasure as she wanted. Susila was very happy to see her friend enjoying life so well. She not only helped me and my mother to become a couple, but she did another thing which enabled us to stay as couple. My father came visiting for the last three days of Dussehra and on the day we were to leave for our town, he called me aside and started talking to me. He said, “Son, your aunt told me everything that has happened between you and your mother. I think you have done your mother a good thing". I was completely shocked. My father continued, "I married your mother when I was already 37 and she was only 15. I was not able to give her the happiness she deserved at her age. Now you can give her all that. She can be my wife for the outside world, but within our family, she will be your wife. Keep giving her happiness." I did not know whether to feel shocked or feel happiness that, really, my mother has become my wife. I asked my father, "What about you father. Who will take care of you?". Father smiled and replied, "Since you took my wife, I am taking susila for myself." "Father, what are you saying?", I asked incredulously.
He said, "I have had desire for Susila for a long time. But I don’t wanted to hurt your uncle when he was alive and kept my feelings inside me. So I kept silent. No one knew about it even Susila also But, now you and your mother have taken the bold step. So I also took the bold step and asked your widow aunt to be my wife. She gladly agreed because her children could get their father’s love back and her empty bed will be filled by me. So we will have a mother-son couple and a aunt-father couple in your family". At that time, my mother and aunt came in. Myself and my mother touched my father's and my aunt’s feet and asked for their blessing which they heartily gave. As is the traditional way, they said, " Give us a grandchild soon". Mother felt very shy and bent her head and ran to the next room. And I also ran following her back to spray my seeds in to her cunt hole so that I can fulfill my father's wish by making my mother pregnant with our first child. In the downstairs my father filled my aunt’s soft hole with his old dick after my aunt locked all the children in one room and ordered them to watch TV.

(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Studio

(PART1)
The morning sun broke out earlier than usual and was cajoling my face rather sharply through our bedroom window. I woke up, preparing myself for another hot & humid day. It was a proper May. My husband, Ravi was on the last stretch of his sleep. He really appreciates that part. So, not wanting to disturb him I sneaked out of the room and headed for the toilet. When I am in there, I started brushing my teeth and felt the totally damp nightie clinging on to my back due to the power cut we had earlier in the morning. The same soaked feeling in between my thighs caused by the excessive sultriness made me feel uncomfortable while standing. Irritated, I bunched up and lifted my nightie and the petticoat underneath, to my waist and with one quick pull yanked the sticky panties off my hip. It was clinging almost like a second skin, and I felt like a snake shedding its skin off. It circled my feet the next second. Immediately, I felt relieved as the cool air brushed the region. Bidding adieu to the wet panty, I freshened up quickly and headed to the adjacent room to wake up my child and to carry on with the heavy duty routine morning chores. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have taken bath right away?’ while I headed to the kitchen.

The morning time from that point on till 8.30 am flew at a lightning pace. Hurriedly prepared neha just on time for the approaching college van and sent her off. I walked up to the door to see off Ravi. Ritually, Ravi pecked my forehead at the doorstep before leaving. He went up to his car, but returned thinking of something. ‘Did you forget something?’ I asked. He hugged me suddenly and kissed me strongly. His hands lingered at my back caressing the smooth curves of my butt. He gave a tight squeeze at the back and drew lines and made me feel moist inside at the early morning hours by drawing his finger along the crevice of my butt. With all 32 of his pearl-white teeth showing in his face, he muttered ‘You should really stay panty-free like today more often’. As usual, he received a kick in his shin for that ‘holy’ comment. I looked around over him to find that the boy at the opposite house was staring at us from the balcony. I pushed him away quickly and whispered in his ears about our (un)invited audience. He smiled and does not seemed to bother with that and continued to tickle me be poking his hands at the strategic points which he knows only too well and enjoyed my dancing to his touches and quickly squeezed my soft right breast hidden behind the loose nightie. He gave me another proper long kiss. He released me and said, “Oh, don’t forget to collect the pictures from our trip last month. I gave the negatives to print at the Nair studio in our street last week on my way to work. It should have been ready by now. I’d like to see those special pictures we took” of ourselves.” Winking his eyes, he waved at me and left with a smile. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have asked him to collect the pictures himself?’ while I headed inside.

I turned and was about to walk inside the house. The boy was still staring at my butt absently when I glanced up across the street. Recovering quickly, he muttered a ‘good morning aunty’. Their family has newly moved in to our neighbourhood. I waved at him and moved inside and closed the door. I was siphoning my thoughts regarding the trip, back to the upper layers of my brain. It was true that this was the first trip in years that we had time for ourselves just Ravi and I, after the birth of neha. Since she has grown up now, we let her stay at my sister’s and took off. We both had a wonderful time. It was like our second honeymoon. Those were the snaps my hubby was talking about and the mere thought of the snaps brought in me the rushing memories of our trip. Suddenly, I became restless and wanted to see those snaps immediately to relive ‘those’ moments. The thought of heating the water and taking a shower somehow seemed to be the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. I found myself, in dreamy state due to my thoughts about the trip. Since the studio was just down the street and the temptation to see the snaps was growing exponentially by the second, I decided to collect the snaps before doing anything else. I quickly changed ran to the bathroom and changed into the saree that I wore last evening and applied some perfume to my dirty armpits before getting myself into the dirty blouse from the previous evening. I was telling to myself, ‘Just a few more minutes…. And that’s all’. I then spent a couple of minutes on my shoulder length hair jet black conditioned silky hair, bunched it up and tied it tight as a bun. Off I left the house to the studio grabbing my purse along. I was in such a buoyant mood that while I was walking in the busy street, even the vehicular noise seemed to have a pattern and my brain was perching musical notes from the next to nothing undesirable sounds. It was a good 5 minutes walk in the already scorching sun and by the time reached the studio I was perspiring again at my armpits and forehead due to heat. Perhaps, it was a good choice to tie the hair as a bun as otherwise normally the neck region behind my hair gets all sweaty. This hair style (??) allows access to whatever little cool breeze that is generated during the hot day to inspect my neckline. I pulled out the pallu tucked at my waist to wipe my forehead and noticed through my coolers the person on the opposite side of the road taking a generous peek. Because of my forehead-wiping act, my left boob and the wide expanse of my hip region resembling a whirlpool with my deep navel at the centre popped into his view. That familiar tinge of excitement rushed in me … and I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him and let my pallu back to position casually. At my then state of mind the stranger stealing glances at my body excited me quite a bit. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn a bra??’ while I headed for the shop.

Since it was still quite early in the morning and only few minutes after it was open it was still deserted. The A/C at the shop was a big welcome. There was no one at the desk and I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of the cold air brush past my open neck. While waiting, I removed my coolers and my eyes scanned the pictures hung on the wall, some in really seductive poses of professional models taken under cinematic light effects. Since no one seems to be coming, I uttered a loud ‘Hello’. My voice echoed in the quite room. As they say ‘Ask and Ye shall receive!’ my call was answered in seconds. There was an elderly man of about fifty opened the door from inside the studio and came to the desk wearing a big smile. His name is Chandran Nair I think, my husband’s good friend. I have seen him during one of my previous visits with Ravi and got introduced. Ravi often mentions about his skills and various tricks he taught him. I smiled at Mr. Nair. He was looking fresh (unlike me) and obviously just took a bath and had big stripes of holy ash on his forehead glowing with a pious look and a soft white dhoti. . ‘What can I do for you madam? Didn’t see you here for a long time madam, I think Ravi gave a bunch of negatives last week. Did you come here to collect it? ’. Since he asked the questioned and answered it himself, ‘You eliminated the need for me to speak. Yes that’s what I am here for’ I said with a smile and handed him the coupons. He took it off me and went inside. He came back after a considerable delay with a mischievous smile on his face and told me, ‘madam, the pictures have come out really nicely’. I then recollected some of the pictures my husband took of us, with the timer settings of the camera. I blushed at the thought of that and suddenly wanted to go home immediately. ‘Have a look at your snaps here if you want madam. Help yourself with the chair there.’ He showed a couch at the corner of the room. Unable to withstand the suspense and the thought of staying for a few additional minutes in the air conditioned room made me walk holding the snaps in my hand towards the couch. While I walked, I felt that mr.nair’s eyes were roaming on my obviously undulating butt cheeks and he is probably busy disrobing my saree with his eyes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn my panty?’ while I headed for the couch.




Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn’t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that’s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair’s voice. ‘Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?’ Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi’s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. ‘Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations’ he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn’t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, ‘Madam is that your picture that he took and didn’t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is’. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded ‘yes they were pictures of me that didn’t come out well.’ and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. ‘Oh, let’s see what went wrong. Show me madam’, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I was seeing at the very end. His eyebrows went up immediately as he was openly staring at my naked shoulder and my tits hiding behind the semi transparent saree. I should grab this opportunity and take a small break and describe myself. I am an attractive house wife pushing into mid thirties with a structure enough to make any male go drooling behind me. I am 36C 30 39 and 5 ft 7” tall. I look fair and I have a round face and silky straight hair touching my mid shoulder. My buxom features are usually sufficient to spin heads when I walked on the road. Not so much into jewellery, I prefer not to wear any gaudy ornaments. I blushed, as he started his expert commentary on the exposure and the lighting concepts that would have made the background look much better and so on, all the time his eyes riveting on my tits in the picture rather than the background finally finished his lecture and handed the snap back to me with a happy face. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to show him those snaps?’ while I extended hand headed towards those snaps.



Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio
That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.

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Automatically as I grabbed the tree trunk over my head, three things happened simultaneously. 1. My breasts pushed forward and rose above their normal level. 2. My pallu gave way and moved aside, putting into light a wide variety of otherwise hidden parts of my body, my midrib for one. 3. Mr.Nair’s expectant eye balls almost popped out of their sockets. My cheeks were becoming red upon seeing nair’s expression. He quickly recovered and regained his professional poise. ‘You are beautiful madam. Ravi is really gifted. Take this as a personal compliment from me.’ With that he moved behind his camera to see me through the frame to compose the shots. He clicked a few really quickly then rose up. ‘Madam; lets start the trial shots now. Can you tilt your head a bit maintaining the pose?’ I titled my head. ‘Smile please madam’ and ‘click click click’ he was adding up the shots while I smiled at him coyly. ‘Beautiful madam, please raise your right leg a bit and rest it on the tree in the similar pose madam’ I lifted the right leg and the pallu moved farther apart now revealing my navel and a bit of the right breast as well once again causing nair’s eyes to pop out. I was really ashamed and tried to lower my hands to adjust the pallu when he said the now expected ‘so be it madam, here is the candidate shot for the wall. Please don’t move please.’ and clicked a several shots of me obscenely revealing my assets and the whole of the midrib region. ‘Please take your hand behind the tree and hold it behind you as though you are hugging it madam’. I lowered my hands and took it behind the tree and locked my palms together. He came close to me. ‘Madam I shall make some small adjustments if you don’t mind. Please stay where you are in that pose.’ without giving me time to think or react he placed his soft palms on my pallu at the shoulder and while I was looking he rolled it along the cross section of my body in the shape of a thread. He didn’t touch my boobs at all during the process leaving with me no other option but to think that he is doing his job. When I was just beginning to relax, he squatted in front of me and dug all his finger tips into the waist line of my saree, by doing so shocked me all over. I quickly brought my hands from behind to knock his hands off me. He coolly said ‘your hands over the head madam. I am just adjusting the level to make the shots come out sexy.’ He said it in a tone as though he couldn’t care less. One other main problem was his strong finger nails were brushing my hip and tickled me thoroughly. He had long nails. Excited a bit, I giggled now. ‘you… er.. it is tickling.’. I manage to form the words in between the fits of giggles. He seemed to be enjoying the situation too and liked the way I jerked my hip and tried to dig his fingers a bit deeper to tickle me further. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have avoided those naughty fingers??’ while my stretched arms headed for the tree trunk obediently amidst my fitful giggles.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Studio

(PART2)

Eventually, he pulled the waist line of my saree much lower than it was originally. My navel was almost in the middle between the saree and blouse. All his activities hardened my nipples and they are fully erect now. He placed his palm between the navel and the saree waistline to make sure that it is deep enough. I can’t believe myself that I was letting him do all this to me. While measuring the gap his little finger (un)intentionally entered my deep navel and lingered there longer than necessary causing me to gasp and jerk again when he applied some pressure. In that pose of mine he was very happy. ‘Ravi will be going crazy if he sees you in this pose; before you move I shall take some pictures’. I was thinking, while posing there, ‘Would Ravi love to see me in this pose?’ I was not so sure anymore although ravi has urged me to expose as long as am comfortable. I was getting a feeling that this was going beyond a level. ‘Mr.Nair, can we stop the shoot with this picture please? I think I am not interested anymore.’ I was a bit firm in the request. Mr.Nair thought a bit, ‘but madam, what happened to you all of a sudden? I thought you would oblige for my part of the deal, but if you say that you are not interested any more then it is alright with me. Just a few more snaps in the next set please with your same costume. I think the dress you are wearing now will suit more there. Please have a look at the set yourself. You’re sure that you don’t want to try some of our costumes and are happy with the trial one? we can of course digitally enhance it.’ I nodded to him and said that it is enough and he could enhance these pictures as he said and that I am not into trying those costumes shots of his. I was a bit surprised that he agreed to my proposal a bit too readily and didn’t even protest a bit. I was even a bit disappointed. I followed him to the next part of the room to the set number two, which was an old well type of set also of P-O-P and farm scenery wallpaper as the background. He made me lean on the well and snapped a few shots with various provocative poses. It was then he suggested, ‘madam I can’t help thinking that the shots taken by ravi at the lake were also portraying you to be topless and here would be a perfect setup for a few shots without your blouse in the farm background as if you are drawing water or carrying something to or from the village at the background over your head. You can use your current costume itself as it would suit the farmer girl type pose too. You can make it up for the other pictures from ravi as well.’ Since he accepted to my proposal to stop it at this point now it looked like I am almost under obligation to him and I had to say yes. ‘If you only take a few snaps and finish it off quickly then its ok with me.’ I heard myself giving the approval. ‘OK madam, I shall be waiting. Please remove your blouse. You can change behind the well if you want. While nodding to him I noticed for the first time a small tent formed inside his dhoti. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to remove my blouse?’ while my fingers headed for the hook.’
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I went behind the well completely hidden from his view and turned my head to see that he made himself busy with a book shuffling the pages absently. I continued to unhook the rest of the hooks and quickly removed it off me and tied my pallu really securely over my now naked slightly sagged breasts and brought it around my back to tuck it tight in my hip. I dissolved the ‘bun’ at my head and let the hair flow on my shoulder. I quickly combed it using my fingers to the barest approximation, just so it stays in place. It was covering one tenth of my naked right shoulder. I walked from behind the well to meet him. He bobbed his head up apparently speechless for a few moments and uttered ‘classic madam, I am sure these snaps will turn out to be classic’. He was talking to himself, ‘soft yellow light with the amber touch ups… glow on the left profile…sunlight effect on hair ends…bottom up illumination from behind… and walked inside. I was waiting for him a bit nervously while he came back with a dummy bamboo basket and some crop bundle. ‘Please pose as though you are carrying these on your head madam. I wanted myself to tell you to undo your hair but you did that yourself since this flowing hair suits the best if you pose with the basket on your head’ while giving me instructions he took my blouse I had placed on the well along with other things. I quickly noticed that. I asked him to leave the blouse there. He said ‘It will be a hindrance during the shoot here’ and started searching something else. ‘Where is your bra madam?’ he asked me absently ‘I shall put them together securely. Turning a shade redder I managed to utter ‘you don’t have to worry about it mr.nair. I… I hadn’t
bo-th-er-ed to we-ar it today.’ It somehow made me horny to talk dirty like this. Mr.Nair gave a hearty laugh and said ‘Oh, I see madam’ and walked with my blouse while I stood frozen watched him walk away just like that with my blouse to the next room and while walking away from me, back facing me, he sniffed it in a whiff. I don’t know how he felt, but seeing him do that drove me crazy. He came back from the room inside ‘your blouse is safe there madam. Let’s start, first with some plain pictures’. I nodded and leaned over the dummy well and smiled. He came close to me and adjusted my hair such that a couple of my long locks fall on my face up to my chin and it accentuated my looks by a multitude of degrees. I liked his care for the level of details. He clicked several shots from different angles from various distances and zooms. He came closer to me and moved the pallu away from my back and told me to lean on the wall like am trying to look inside. He captured my full bare back view and told me to turn my face half way through to look at the lens. I was beginning to relax slightly with my blouse less attire and eased up a little and smiled for the first time. He showered a lot of clicks until he was satisfied. Next, he handed me the basket and told me to walk to the centre of the set so he can cover as much background as he can get and told me to place the basket over my head. I held the basket with a raised hand and posed as if I was walking. The side and the base of my left breast were showing up a bit which generated tingles in me again knowing that I am providing a partially unabashed view to nair now. He clicked several shots in the pose of me revealing my armpit and the fair mid rib region. My perky nipples were clearly poking out of the saree now adding the sensuousness to the shots I suppose. While I was leaning on the well with my left hand standing at a corner right along the wall, my back rested accidentally on a camouflaged switch on the wall. I heard the noise of the switch go off and the next instance I felt myself screaming. Nair ran towards me and stopped midway through laughing so hard. I had been standing right under the shower of the studio and I had turned the switch on by mistake. He pulled my shivering self away from the water quickly and found the switch on the wall and turned it off. By then, it was too late and I was soaked to my skin and my wet hair sticking to my body. He explained that since the wiring for the switch can’t be installed anywhere else it has to be behind the wallpaper in the wall, its presence not obvious at all. He also explained that this set is also typically used for the rain scene shoots. While I was drenching wet he said, ‘hold on madam, I will take you to the change room in a minute, but this is a priceless shot.’ Unable to react either way I was just staring at him as he clicked. I was wiping the water off my face which in itself presented him with more natural poses as my rain soaked pallu gave way obviously. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I even need to wear a dress at all after this?’ While my hands headed up to cover my obviously jutting out nipples.

After taking a series of snaps of the wet-me, mr.nair ran inside and brought a towel and wrapped over my shoulder. He took me to the changing room and told me to wait there. He came back, with a colourful polka dotted thin long muslin cloth and a white shirt which was looking many times smaller than my size. ‘Madam, I can’t seem to find the clothes of right size fir you. Please change into this after removing your wet clothes, I shall dry it in the drier we have next door and bring them back.’ Left with no other choice I meekly nodded and got the clothes from him. I removed my saree that was sticking to my body and untied the petticoat and kicked myself out of it. I hung them both on the change room door and started wiping my wet hair and skin dry with the towel. As he just explained Nair’s large hands grabbed my wet clothes from the door and they disappeared in front of my eyes. With a crooked smile nair commented, ‘madam did you not bother to wear panty too when you had planned to visit our shop?’ and without waiting for an answer he walked away. I was thinking about the turn of events and the way I got reduced to nothing systematically here, and was made to stand in this studio buck naked within 45 minutes’ time. Strangely I was getting more and more excited. Quickly wiping myself dry I wrapped around my hip the thin silky cloth he gave me. It was sufficiently long to wrap around me and in fact the material l was so soft and nice, but it was barely crossing my knee. So, I had to wear it as low as possible to let it fall at least a few inches below knee. I had never worn anything like that in my life ever. It was soft, silky and long yet it was flimsy and thin. Since it was too long in width I wrapped around me once tightly, and then took a few neat frills and tucked it almost in the saree style. The thin silky cloth did complete justice by portraying the features of my gorgeous butt and exhibited the shape of my body without any betrayal. Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit myself into the thin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have retained my wet saree??’ while my hands headed for the hem of the towel-skirt to pull it down a bit more to cover my thighs.


I looked myself at the full length mirror and I was looking so different. I have never exposed so much skin in my life after wearing a dress. Still I liked the way I looked and in a unique way I was looking hot. I did some touch ups here and there with outfit. I dried the hair once again and used the comb in the room to quickly do my hair. When I was trying my hair high above my head as a bun, I heard nair knocking the door. I was doing some serious thinking if I should open the door in first place and then finally decided to after the persistent knocking and lots of ‘madam’s from nair. When I did open the door fully and stood facing nair, his expression was something beyond words. He looked at me as if I am an angel descended right into his studio. My breasts were arrested in such a tight shirt secured with a single button that they were looking as if they might burst out of the dress any minute. The soft muslin cloth tied around my hip was revealing my features instead of hiding. It started a good 3 inches below my navel and ended a few inches below my knee. I must have been one hot package presenting myself in front of nair. Nair still managed to talk. ‘madam you look stunningly beautiful. Why don’t you try this on?’ He fetched a large Mexican hat for me. It was a large round hat with a huge base and lots of flower work embroidered on the front side. ‘Here madam, this will suit you very well with the rest of the outfit. I knew you would look stunning in this’. when I lifted my arms to wear the hat on my head he was taking a peek at the base of my bare tits under that short tight shirt without the last button on. ‘Madam, Can you pose in the beach set with this dress for a few shots for me? Since you we have to wait for your saree to come off the drier which will take probably half an hour’ I was thinking why not, there is nothing to loose now and plus which, I really liked the way the large beautiful hat changed my looks. It fitted just over my bunched up hair as if it was designed for my head. I was looking a little tom boyish as the hat covered three-fourth of my hair. I agreed for a few snaps and began to walk and I could feel the cool air brushing against me through the gap in the soft muslin cloth wrapped around my hip and reach up there only to make me feel more excited. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to pose in this outfit?’ while I headed towards the set.
Nair told me to lean on the tree trunk and redo the same pose once again with my hands behind and right leg resting on tree. He came close to me and let those locks of semi-wet hair to fall on my face. I leaned back my body on the tree and wore the Rayban he gave me on my face, lifted my right leg to rest on the tree and held the trunk with my hands behind. I cocked my face to my left to face mr.nair and he shouted ‘brilliant madam. The frills of the soft cloth flowed beautifully in between my legs seamlessly. This is going to be the best shooting experience of my life ever.’ and he started clicking wildly. I smiled radiantly at him as I liked my pose as well. He came closer to me and was clicking me from all the possible angles and when he came closer to my feet I had a feeling that he is prying for an upshot view of my thigh. I looked away from the lens not having the mind to look into it when he was peeping. Nair was through with his session. ‘Madam, one additional thing’ he came close to me and took the coolers off my face. He tilted the hat fully to cover my face completely. My face was now fully covered and he slowly whispered near my face ‘time for some outright seductive shots now!’ it was more of an order than a request. I was feeling a bit thrilled by his words and since my face was fully hidden behind the hat, I couldn’t figure out what was happening and the hat gave me the much needed cover. I felt nair’s hands gently pull my hands from their position behind the tree. ‘Now, hold the base of your breasts with your hands and squeeze them a bit’. I found myself doing as I was told. My large pointy nipples were clearly visible behind the white transparent shirt. When I pressed and lifted my breasts the hard nipples poked out even more through the shirt. ‘and bend forward a little more in the same pose’ was the next command. He pulled me a little forward as well by lightly grabbing my shoulder. ‘Nice cleavage shots these would be. These irresistibly beautiful breasts are fighting to free up and come out, but it can wait. So, here we go.’ and he started clicking me. I didn’t fail to notice the sudden absence of madam while he addressed me and the more commanding tone he took now. While he was through with my cleavage he came close to me. There was no other sound but for the rustle made by the movement of his dhoti while he walked towards me. ‘And now is the time to free them up a bit’ with that he popped the middle and the only button of the tight shirt. I squealed and asked him what he was doing covering my bare chest with my hands immediately. I couldn’t see what he was doing since I was hiding myself behind the hat. ‘Need to slightly adjust your standing pose’ with that he rested his arms just as light as a feather on the folds of my hip on either side. ‘You have a very beautiful body you know?’ while talking to me his hands wandered on my midrib region and he was carefully listening to my breath coming up in short gasps. ‘Enough to bring a whole army down to its knees you know’ while continuing his talk, his index finger rested on my navel and he noticed a clear strong gasp from me. He circled his little finger in the skin around the navel and noticed me buckling my belly and let out a slight moan. He took his hand off the area immediately and opened my shirt wider so it was almost down to half the shoulder. He lowered the waist line of the muslin cloth some more by grabbing at the frills and pulling it down as a whole, gently by a few centimetres. An additional few centimetres, would have brought the beginning of my soft clean shaven mound into view. He took a lot of clicks now from various angles. ‘Can you please change it a bit and exchange your hands to cover your left breast with the right hand and vice versa.’ When he popped the button off, he must have gotten only a glimpse of my naked breasts. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have called the whole thing off?’ while I headed to change my hands really quickly not wanting to put up a long show.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The Studio

(PART3)
‘That’s ultimate. You are looking positively beautiful.’ He took a few more snaps praising me all the way through, constantly throwing flattering comments about one of the body parts. He came close to me ‘time for complete back shots’ and pulled me toward him and turned me in a whiff. Before I could think of what was going on, he stood behind me and pulled my hands off my and pulled towards him and quickly peeled the shirt off me and let me standing there completely topless. I recovered and quickly covered my bare tits with a squeal. I was about to protest and he beat me to it. ‘Stand here sweetie’. He pulled me away from the tree completely and spun me around. I was so glad that I was wearing the huge hat and didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of facing him. I must have been facing away from me I suppose. While I was standing covering my breasts, he came close to me and held his hands at my waist softly and slowly spun me around and whispered near my face. ‘Time for some frontal shots now’ and released his hands with some force and moved away to take more clicks. While he was doing his business I realised that the soft muslin cloth tied around me lost its grip considerably due to persistent handling while he spun me around. I was faced with a situation. He continued clicking when I rasped ‘Stop for a minute. I need to tighten the cloth at my hip. It’s loosing its grip’ (so was my situation. I am loosing the grip over the situation by the second). ‘Oh don’t worry about it’ he cooed. He came close to me next instance and I suppose squatted in front of me. Both his hands were on the waist line of the long muslin cloth. He undid the frills fully, but holding the cloth in position he expertly took the frills and tightly tucked it in, perhaps a better job than mine, given the situation. I was growing all hot from head to toe with every minute touch he made. He might have had a fleeting glance of my pussy when he was taking the frills. I was getting horny and wet at the thought of that. After tightening he placed his palm between the navel and the frills as if measuring the gap and seconds later his fingers targeted the centrepiece of my midrib. I let out a noticeably sharp gasp when his little finger entered my deep navel while he spread his palm over my belly. His other finger pawed me and sprawled all over while his little finger was drawing circles. By now it must have been very very obvious to him that my navel is the triggering point to break my dams of passion and turn me on. His voice grew coarse now ‘Some dirt in there. One minute. Let me clean that’ with that I found his long hot tongue entering my navel and drawing circles while I found myself gasping loudly now. He had me in control. After some lapping with the tongue there he fingered the area some more. He said ’It’s cleaned now’ and left me gasping there and went few steps away and took a few more shots. I was literally boiling hot inside with passion caused by prolonged heavy petting. There was no sound from him for a few seconds. Then he came close to me and placed his arms on my hip and spun me around. ‘Time for a full back view my beautiful lady’ and while muttering those words his hands gripped the muslin cloth around me at the frills and in a fleeting moment with such a force he pulled at the frills and yanked it off me. My only reaction was a hollow gasp. The image of the Gandhi statue opening ceremony held in our town while I was a youngster came to my mind. He went back with the last piece of my clothing in his hand. In a fresh rush of shame I crossed my legs although I was facing away from him (I believed). ‘Yours is the most wonderful back I have seen ever’ nair uttered. After what seemed like an eternity he took a million or so snaps of my naked back and all the while letting me boil in passion he finally said ‘turn around now’ I was thinking of myself ‘Should I have asked for the towel back’ while I headed to face him, with my hands covering my privates.
He clucked his tongue upon looking at me. ‘My oh my… what a beautiful thing we have here. Your honey pot looks nicely shaven and smooth. Ravi is very lucky.’ With that he took a few more pictures of me full nude save the large hat. I just can’t believe still that I had let him talk me into posing full nude for him showing him everything letting him describe about my privates and all. I was hearing the clicks for a few minutes without interruption and a big silence after that. After what felt like a millennium I heard foot steps then. I noticed the clothes rustle missing this time! Before I could think of the consequences of the missing rustle I felt a hot tongue resting on my navel. Next instance nair’s hand were crawling up on my hip on either side and finding their way behind He must have been kneeling in front of me. His hands grabbed my globes behind and started caressing me. I gasped and moaned as his hands kneaded my buttocks and his tongue was busy lapping my navel. My whole body was writhing with pleasure. I was amazed at the softness of his palms. He ran his fingers along the middle of the valley between them globes up and down. I was wondering to myself how come he knew that I am hypersensitive there. He gripped my buttocks with some force now and his tongue descended from my navel and travelled towards my more than inviting expectant vagina. I readily parted my thighs when he pressed his chin in between my thighs. His tongue lapped and cleaned my pussy lips thoroughly. I heard a ‘mmmmm’ from down below. He brought his hands from my buttocks a bit lower and let his fingers attack my pussy directly from behind me. I let out a loud ‘aaaah’ of course not due to pain and parted my legs much wider now. His tongue reaching the prime spot started licking my inner lips. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need to cover my breasts anymore??’ while my hands headed for his head.


It felt good to run my fingers along nair’s curly hair and letting them lock in the curls. I felt that I was gripping his hair harder and harder. Nair released one had from my behind and the next instance it was caressing the underside of my soft left breast. I moaned louder in passion when his fingers circled my hard nipples. His hands were so soft; in fact it must have been softer than mine! I let him play with my nipple. His naughty fingers drew circles and pinched me ever so slightly. It was a sharp contrast to Ravi’s rough handling all the time. It was an eye-opener to me to know that how much sensitive I am to the soft touches. He continued to lick my inner lips and now taut clit. It was just the right force being applied there. He gently pulled the skin at the clit with his teeth. I sensed the building climax inside me looming to erupt any minute. I moaned louder and louder. Taking the cue mr.nair briefly interrupted his tongue-lapping act and inserted a finger deep inside my completely wet pussy and took out and continued to lap his tongue in me. Next instance, I realized the reason for him doing so. He ran his fingers along my crevice and at the mid point he pushed his now very moist index finger. To even my surprise it slipped easily into the orifice there. Momentarily I jerked and found myself standing in tip toes while he inserted me there. Then he continued to lick and play with my pussy in deliberate slow circles and his finger in me from behind was now moving back and forth slowly giving me a painful pleasure, while his free hand was gently massaging my tits and pinching my nipples alternatively. I couldn’t take this sequence very long I moaned louder and louder. My frequency of moaning increased rapidly and so did his pace. At one point I felt myself going rigid and then let out a loud cry combined with convoluted spasms of my muscles all over. I came out very loud and strongly and it lasted for several seconds long. I was thoroughly spent and was sweating all over. Nair stood up and scooped me as I was about to collapse. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need a hand kerchief now?’ while I headed into mr.nair’s arms.


Mr.Nair was carrying me like he would carry a pillow to the bed. I realized while he carried me away that he had removed his shirt. He walked a few steps and placed me on what felt like a bench. I am so grateful for the hat though. I felt his presence by my side. I let my hands wander over while lying on the bench and found his strong thighs. He has ridden his dhoti as well! To my surprise I was letting my hands linger there longer than necessary enjoying the stiffness of his muscles. He moved and spread his legs and either side of the bench and began stroking my breasts. My nipples responded to him immediately and the familiar tingle in me started again. ‘The best pair of breasts alive right in front of me’ he commented as he continued to knead them with both hands and fondled them gently. I let my hands traverse above his thighs slowly taking time. Still with the hat covering my face, this temporary blindness is an incredible turn on with my mind trying to anticipate what I would expect next on my touch and what to expect from his naughty hands. I ran my manicured nails along his inner thigh as he let out a moan. My hands finally met his tight balls. It really felt good cupping them with my fingers. He let out a soft sigh as I cupped his. Nair was standing over me with his legs divided on either side of the bench giving me brilliant access to his balls. I gave his balls a good squeeze and nair moaned an ‘aaaah’ loud. Of course he enjoyed it. Tracing my fingers around the balls for a long duration teasing him sufficiently I ran my fingers along the base of his shaft. He let out a low growl as I began my pilgrimage and my fingers began their quest of reaching the tip of his shivlinga It was my turn to be surprised. As I kept moving my fingers he kept growling louder, but what was not happening was that I did not reach the tip yet. My fingers kept going on and on and on for what seemed like an endless journey. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have to move my finger faster?’ while I headed for my destination.


That was one journey which I couldn’t really complain of. I finally managed to find the tip and my finger needed a rest. So I encircled my palm around the tip as mr.nair pinched my nipples harder. I pushed the foreskin of his massive shaft downwards and felt the softer ‘real’ tip and started circling it. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and let out loud moans now. I thought to myself in a wicked way ‘It is your turn now to moan mister!’ and smiled myself at how childish it sounded. I moved his penis back and forth and then let while cupping his balls and gently squeezing it with the other hand. He moaned louder and not being able to withstand any further he moved a step forward towards me and his hand pushed my hat off my face. This was something I didn’t expect as I was getting fairly comfortable hiding my face under the hat. The first thing I saw after remaining under cover for what seemed to be an enormous time was his huge monster thing looming just centimetres above my face. I let out a sharp gasp in sheer surprise. Next thing I realised he pushed his massive took o brush along my lips. I was still holding it in my hands and despite myself I found my lips parting. I took my tongue out to explore the skin of his member. I moved my skin along the side of it and then reached the top. He was gripping my tighter as I made circles on the tip pushing the foreskin below. I licked the tip with my now hungry tongue for some time. He moved his hip back and forth. I took his tool in between my open lips and guided it slowly. I closed my lips and he suddenly pushed it inside with some force. I felt it hit the base of my throat. He took over and rocked his thing back and forth inside his mouth for a few minutes. It felt good. I cupped and played around with his balls all the time and even pinched them making him jerk. It felt good. While having his tool in completely I grabbed his tight but large butt and ran my nails along the still muscles. It felt good too. I was still ogling at his wide eyed chest and ran my fingers along his wide chest. It was then he decided that it was time for the kill. He removed his tool from my mouth and lifted both my legs in the air easily and then spread them wider. He inserted his huge thing in me and it went in easily half way through. He pushed his powerful frame and pushed it further to let it in fully. He then stood in that position and rocked back and forth. I ran my fingers on his hairy chest and pinched his nipples periodically. He gasped and moved his torso back and forth over and over. His hand in the process tweaked my nipples and made me go crazy. I felt that raising orgasm inside me too. He was moving his whole body back and forth now and in spite of the A/C both of us were sweating profusely. The beads of sweat in his forehead made him look more macho and attractive. After a few more strokes and the passing of a few more minutes I sensed his stiffening muscle and almost at the same time I was beginning to build faster inside me. He stiffened his whole self and let out a long low growl while he came in me in long jerks while I found myself screaming with pleasure as I had hit it again for the second time within a matter of few minutes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should there be a third?’ while I released my aching muscles off him with a smile and headed to sit on the bench by his side.



I was sitting on the stool for a few minutes glancing absently at the beach scenery, lost in confused thoughts still naked wearing the hat again not covering my face this time. Mr.Nair came back, fully dressed now with my saree, petticoat and blouse in his hand. He placed them by my side and before I could protest he clicked a few shots of my tired face and naked body after two thunderous orgasms. ‘For my personal satisfaction. I shall give it to you as well if you want’. After cleaning up hastily, I dressed myself up with my OWN clothes and left hurriedly. While at the door I heard Mr.Nair shout ‘Madam, come back sometime in the afternoon to collect some of the pictures. To complete your part of the deal, and don’t forget the pictures taken by ravi. They must still be lying on the chair in the front office. I grabbed the cover containing the pictures on my way out. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I ever go back to that place again, leave alone collecting the pictures for my part of the deal??’ as I headed to my home entering the hot and humid street in the May afternoon, I was started to feel that nair’s baby was playing around my bally.
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE GIFT
PART1
Never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millennium. My name is Vijaya. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millennium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him.

Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jetlag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the night we went to bed soon even though Ramesh wasn't keen. In the morning after the breakfast we sat down to open our presents. They were lot of them. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc... Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.
For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him.
On the 31st, I thought of asking him on a gift from me for the new year. At lunch, his dad came from work to have lunch with us and on the table I brought up the topic. His dad also liked it and said he would like give another gift too. Ramesh refused any gifts at first but I kept stressing. After some time he told his dad that he will accept anything his dad gives and told me he will think and tell me what he wants from me.
His dad has left few minutes after his lunch and I resumed to cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. All the time I was giving ideas for him and he kept rejecting them. Then I asked him "Probably we should get you a wife!" Ramesh blushed a lot and said "Na...I am too young for it". We laughed off. After few moments Ramesh said "I know what I want for new year mom! I was afraid to say it before dad." I said "Thats good! Then spit it out!"
Ramesh said "Hope you wont be upset mom!"
"I wont..Tell me...If I can afford it I will" I replied.
"Sure you wont be upset mom!"
"Yes honey! I wont! Now tell me" asked him eagerly.
Ramesh paused for a moment and said "Gosh! This is so embarrassing!"
"Come on Ramesh! It wont be that bad"
After another moment he said "I want you mom!"
I laughed "You want me son? You have already got me!"
"No! I mean I want more of you mom!" Ramesh replied.
"More of me! What more honey? Do you want me to come to US too?"
"Well, I want that too but...more means..." Ramesh hesitated again.
I said "Come on Ramesh! more means?"
Ramesh paused again for a while an then said "aah...I want something....that is underneath your saree mom.."
I was stunned. Before I could recover, he continued "I want to lick your yoni (pussy) and enter it mom"
My senses went blank....I could not hear anymore. I could see Ramesh but can't hear his voice. I was dumbfound.
Then suddenly half of my blood rushed to my mouth and suddenly I uttered "I am your MOTHER for god sake Ramesh! What the hell are your asking?"

Ramesh said "You only provoked me mom. I just told you what I want."
"I am you mother...You don't expect to get gifts like that from your mother!" I paused.
"This is sick Ramesh! Why do you want such a gift from me?"
"Because I love you mother"
"Is this the way to show your love? By asking your mother to sleep with you?"
Ramesh kept quiet.
"Oh Ramesh! What has gotten on to you son? If you are lonely we will get you married!"
Ramesh interrupted "No mom! I don't want anyone but you"
"But I am your mother! You were born out of me. You are my body!"
"But I am a man now mother! You have been great to me as mother and I want you to be my woman too!"
"Shut up! Dont say that kind of words" I screamed.
Ramesh kept quiet and I walked into my bedroom and shut the door.
I kept thinking. I still have these pictures of my son in my thoughts...so innocent and respectful. What happened to him? He is lusting for his own mother. I bore him for 9 months and brought him to this world. He was a good student and has done well in his life. And then suddenly this? Must have been the westernisation I thought. My thoughts drifted along for another hour or so and by then my anger got lost. I felt sorry for Ramesh.
I came out of the room and looked for Ramesh. I looked in his room. He was lying on his bed reading a book. I walked in towards his bed. He pretended my absence.
I walked up to him, sat on the bed and asked "Why Ramesh? How did you get such an unnatural thought?"
He smiled, then got up, picked up a cd he brought with him, held my hand and pulled me to the computer room.
He loaded the cd and opened a webpage on the cd. The page had a picture of me and below it, it had numerous links to several text files. The he clicked on one and showed it to me. It was a erotic mother/son incest story!
All the other files were mother/son sex stories too. Some were consensual and others were bangs. Some involved sleeping or un-concious state sex. Many even claimed mothers getting pregnant by their sons!
Gosh! So much literature on mother/son incest!
Ramesh left me there for me to explore more. I was disgusted at first but slowly I got interested in the stories. Some even write that they recommend mothers to have sex with their sons.
I read through some of them before it was time for me to cook for dinner. I left the computer and Ramesh took his cd back.
I had to go to bathroom to ease myself off after reading those stories. No wonder those stories gave Ramesh some sexual thoughts about his mother.
Ramesh never spoke to me about it after that. We had our dinner and we went to sleep early. Ramesh was still watching tv. That night I had to seduce my husband to fuck me. He was surprised a bit about my sexual intensions but we had an excellent sex. My hubby is a good lover. But to be frank, during the act I replaced him with my son fucking me.
But I took care not to utter his name aload.
The whole night I kept thinking about those stories. I even dreamt of them.
In the morning after the breakfast, I waited until his dad left saying he will not be coming home that night as he has y2k work. As soon as he is out I asked Ramesh for the cd. Ramesh didnot utter a word and gave me the cd.
I spent prettymuch the whole day reading those stories. I was suprised to see somany of them. And there were many with Indian cultural background too!
We had lunch...I went back to the computer. We had afternoon tea...I went back to the computer. I took a break to cook dinner for both of us and soon after we had our dinner. Ramesh insisted he will go to his friends place but I told him not to. He was not happy and resumed his tv watching. We both watched the tv until midnight. We the clock striked 12 we congratulated eachother on new year. His dad rang us from work and Ramesh rang all his friends here and in US to wish them.

After calling everybody Ramesh resumed his tv watching as I went to my bedroom. Then I took off my saree and my blouse leaving only the bra and pettycoat. Then I called Ramesh.
Ramesh walked into the room and I caould see him being agape looking at me. I told him to come inside and lock the door. He locked the door and turned towards me and I said "Here is your gift Ramesh! Your mother's body and her yoni"
Ramesh was very excited "Really mom?"
I said "Yes son!"
He just leaped towards me saying "Oh Thank you mom! Thank you verymuch!" hugging me tight and planting his lips onto mine. The sensations of my son's lips on mine was excellent. He then he sucked my lips and tongued my mouth. It was ecstatic enjoying my son's sexual moves and rubs. He was caressing my body with his hands. He moved his hands slowly on to my buttocksand then inserted his hands between my thighs to touch my pussy. I sqealed a bit enjoying his explorations. He stroked my ass crack and my pussy with his middle finger for a moment and the moved his hand to untangle my pettycoat's thread knot. As he untangled I felt a bit shy as I tried to hold on to my sliding pettycoat but he was too quick to grab my hand. He then whispered in my ear saying "let me unwrap my gift mom". I was excited to my high with those words. He then untied my bra to reveal my motherly breasts for him. This time to satisfy his sexual hunger. He then took my nipple into his mouth and started sucking on it. It was my son sucking my breasts but I had feeling of my lover sucking me.
He kept sucking my breasts for few minutes interchanging them by caressing the other. It was a breast sucking sex of my life. I wondered where did he learn all this?
Then the took me to the bed and laid me on my back. By now I just bacame a follower doing everything he wants me to do. He then started kissing my breasts and slowly worked towards my navel and then to my lower abdomen towards my thick bush. As he reached my bush I inadvertantly raised my legs and folded them for him to access. He then used his left hand to widen my crack as he looked at my pussy with curiosity. I felt embarrassed for a moment as he looked on at his birth place. Then he slowly moved towards it to take my clit into his mouth and starting sucking it. It was at that instant I had my first orgasm. It just happened because of my excitement I guess.
He sucked my clit for few moments and then his tongue was allover my cunt. He inserted it into my vagina, fucked me with it and licked every part of my pussy clean. It was then he took off his clothes as I watched him in desperate condition of having my cunt fucked. I never was in this position before. When ever I wanted I hinted my hubby and within minutes he was on to it. Now it appeared as if Ramesh took ages to remove his clothes. As he took off his pajama his cock sprung up like a cunt seeking device pointing towards me. I never imagined I will get to see my son's erection to the least that I am gonna be fucked by his thick meat.
As soon as he undressed Ramesh moved over me, positioned himself, held his dick with his right hand and then ran over the head over my pussy lips and my clit. I shuddered as his head touched my clit. He did it for few strokes and then he inserted it into my vagina. I moaned loud. It was the moment I was waiting for. The union of yoni and lingam....the union of mother and son....the union of my flesh with me.
I was at my sexual ecstacy as he started fucking me slowly for few strokes. Than suddenly he started pounding my cunt in vigourous motion. I started moaning more and more louder as he increased his rhythm. It was then I had my second orgasm. Ramesh too climaxed not long after that as he squirted his potent seed into me for the first time.
He then collapsed on me patting and puffing as if he had been thru an aerobic session.
After few moments he said "Mom, that was the best gift I ever had in my life"
I asked "Did you enjoy your gift?"
He said "Yes! More than anything! How about you?"
I said "I enjoyed every moment of being your gift" stroking my fingers thru his hair.
He concluded "I love you mom"
I said "I love you too son" as he moved to kiss my lips.
After the kiss he asked me "Will I get to use my gift again?"
I said "Yes! Anytime whenever there is opportunity!"
"How about now?" he said pushing his semi erect dick into my soppy pussy.
I was shocked that he is already getting hardon. I replied "Ok son!" enjoying our copulation and anticipating for another ride of my life!
(TO BE CONTINUED)
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE GIFT
PART2
Half an hour after my son finished filling me with his cum, he was fast sleep beside me. I too was tired from our my sexual encounter and dozed off thinking about all that happened we hours ago.

I donot know how long I slept but I was waken by the sound of somebody opening the front door. I gotup immediately to find my clothes but heard the steps getting near. I quickly grabbed my blouse and went back to bed and covered the blanket over me. I didnot even had time to hook my blouse. So I turned on my side trying to hook atleast the first hook. Then the door opened and it was Ramesh's dad. He switched the light on as I pretended I just got woken up. I looked at him and said "You're back?" He said "yes! not any serious problems so came back". He looked at Ramesh as I told him "He wanted to sleep with me here. I will wake him up". I carefully started turning so that he would not notice my open blouse. By then he interrupted "Don't worry! Let him sleep here. I will sleep on his bed". I did not attempt to move then on and he switched off the light and went to Ramesh's room. I laughed at my position. Good that Ramesh is my son. Otherwise which husband would see his wife in bed with a naked man and walk away saying 'let him sleep?'
Underneath the blanket his son is completely naked with his mothers' drying cunt juices all around his dick and his pubic hair. And I am wearing my blouse unhooked and completely nakedbelow my stomach with my cunt filled with his son's thick cum. It gave a whole new meaning for the phrase "looks deceive!"
I was so excited by the scenethat I had to wake Ramesh for another session of mother/son sexual ecstacy.
That night was a night of my life with my son fucking me on my bed and my husband sleeping in next room. Ramesh too started talking kinky after he knew that his dad is sleeping in his room. During our fuck session he kept saying words like "Ah! I am in heaven...thanks dad" and "you have a sexy wife dad". I was terribly afraid that his dad might come back. I think if a mother like me wants to have an extramarital affair, I recommend them to seduce their sons. How many times you will get to fuck your lover while your husband is sleeping next room?
The next morning I got up early to prepare the breakfast. I felt great that morning! Ramesh and his dad though, slept well until 9am. Since both had slept late I let them sleep until then and the went to my hubby to wake him up. I woke him up and he grabbed me to give a good lip kiss for the new year. We both hugged for a while as he embrassed me tight. I told him he should get up as it is getting late. He murmured a bit, gave me another kiss and then trotted to bathroom telling me to wake Ramesh up. He dissappeared into the toilet as I went to our bedroom to wake ramesh up. I woke him up and started pulling his blanket. He is still naked underneath it and I wanted to take a peek at the manhood that took care of my lust last night. He held on to the blanket and asked where his dad was. I told him he is in the toilet. Then he suddenly pulled me on to him as I stumbled on him and he gave me a deep lip kiss. I tried to struggle first but then I stopped as I enjoyed my second kiss of the morning with my second man. He held my left breast with his right hand and started caressing it while kissing. After a while I stopped him and got off him telling him to get up and walked out to the kitchen.
Ramesh got up and went to our second bathroom. After a while he came back to me in the kitchen while I was standing at the kitchen table. He asked me where's his dad and I said he might be taking a shower. He then asked "where's my breakfast?" I said "wait! its getting ready! Let your dad come." He said "not that breakfast mom!" and came to me from behind, aligned his dick against my ass cheeks, put his hand into my saree tangles and held my womanhood and said "this mom". I was so excited with his kinky gesture I almost came. I could'nt help but moan a little and said to him "you just had late night snack few hours ago! Are you still hungry?" He said rubbing my mound and his dick "Yes mom! your food is so tasty I cannot have enough of it!" I said trying to overcome the feeling "this food legally belongs to your dad! So don't try to eat it while your dad is around!"
"No?...not even a taste?" Ramesh said in a dissappointed tone still rubbing my pussy lips thru my saree. I was so excited, I could feel my juices coming out but tried controlling it and told him "Nop! not even a taste! Wait until your dad is gone and you can eat as much as you want"
Before I could finish the sentence, Ramesh took his hand away from my pussy as he saw his dad coming. His dad must have over heard my sentence, he asked "What is that you want to eat son?" I stumbled on hearing his words but regained my composure and said "You son is very hungry! He wants his breakfast before you come!" I almost laughed at the kinky meaning of those words. I was looking at Ramesh who by now walking into the lounge with a big smile on his face smelling his fingers that rubbed my cuntlips.
"Then you should have given him! He must be starving!" his dad said. Ramesh quickly looked at me with a lustful gaze and said "See! Dad doesn't object!"
"I don't object! If he is hungry you should feed him Kantam!" his dad added. "I can eat later"
I turned away as I could not smile at my hubby's innocense. I thought to myself "If you know what me and Ramesh are talking about, you would not only object but kill us both"
We cut the chat and had our breakfast. Ramesh kept passing me "give me your pussy" looks at me. After we had enough to eat, there is still some left so I asked Ramesh if he would like an another round. He said "No mom! Not now". He paused a while and then said "I will have my next round after dad is gone to work". I knew what he was getting at but kept quite. His dad said "Thats my boy! Take a break and have another round! It will make your mother happy!"
Every word my hubby says is inducing a twitch in my already drooling cunt. Added to it Ramesh is taking it further saying "Will you be happy mom?.........will you?". He kept asking until I said "Yes!"
Ramesh sat on the couch watching tv while his dad dressup to go to work. I knew he is watching tv but counting the moments of his dad leaving the house. Finally after 10 mins his dad bid bye to me and Ramesh and Ramesh saw him off and closed the front door. Before I could hear his dad opening the car door, Ramesh is already naked and untangling my saree. He ripped my saree off and threw it on the couch and dragged me to our bedroom while hugging me and caressing my breasts.
By the time his dad pulled the car out of our driveway Ramesh got me naked and was all over my body. He did not listen to my plead that his dad could come back. As he inserted his dick into my wet pussy, I heard my hubby's car drive away. I didnot have any relief until his car pulled away and before he was gone, Ramesh is already pounding my pussy with vigourous and long strokes.
I was amazed by Ramesh's restlessness to fuck his mother. His dad did not even leave the premises he has already made me naked and copulating with my vagina. Before I could come to my senses and started enjoying, Ramesh already came spurting his hot cream into me. He must have been very hot. We both were patting for breath and we are in a mess. We both were lying across the bed with Ramesh on top of me. My blouse and pettycoat lying on the floor. My pussy is all wet with combination of our juices. I was left unfulfilled as Ramesh finished earlier than me.
"Thanks for the second breakfast mom" Ramesh uttered while controlling his breath. "It was as good as your real breakfast"
"You have eaten forbidden food Ramesh!" I said smiling. "This food belongs to your dad"
"You know mom" Ramesh said squeezing my nipples "Forbidden food is always tasty...specially my mother's...Once tasted you can never stop"
"And then, dad himself gave me permission to eat" he said as we both laughed.
We spent most of the new year day naked and on bed. We fucked four times before we both were exhausted and it was time for his dad to get back from work.
It was only in the evening I wore my saree again. Ramesh never gave me an oppotunity to wear it keeping my pussy wet all the day. He had a final snack before his dad came home and started complaining his dick hurts.
I never had somany fucks in a day for years. Ramesh's dad used to fuck me like that when we were young. Never thought I will see that day again.
(TO BE CONTINUED)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

THE GIFT
LAST PART
To say the least from that day onwards, Ramesh became my second lover. We became mother and son only for other people and for his dad. It was very hard to balance being mother and lover with a stud son around and doing all kinds of mischievous things. Ramesh never had enough of me and used to molest me even when somebody is around. he does more of it when somebody is around us. He would never let an opportunity go to fondle his mother's body. I always wondered whether he is doing it for shear lust or to hint people around that he is bonking his mother. In anycase, I liked it.

Ramesh's four week holidays passed by in a flick. This time his holiday was spent in an unexpected manner though! He had new girl and I had a new lover. The new millinium has provided me with a son-lover and with lots of cum in my pussy and another cocktail of love juice marks on my bedsheet. I thought I would get him a bride this time but never imagined I would become his lover and take his semen in me.
A week before Ramesh's departure, I became sad. Previously, it used to be only a son's see off. Now its a son and lover. He made me rid of all sexual frustrations I had and took me to a new hieght of sexual ecstacy where only a son can take his mother to. I felt sad missing a son and a lover. Ramesh has another week in singapore before he would go back to US. Seeing me very dejected of Ramesh's departure his dad suggested me to take a trip to singapore with him. I was so excited but at the same time I felt a bit guilty that I am taking advantage of my hubby. It wasn't until the next day when Ramesh lifted my pettycoat yet again to show me heaven, I decided I need to have another week of this forbidden dick of my son. So I booked and flew with my son to sinagpore. Ramesh and I had time of our life. It wasn't a lot different from India but in singapore Ramesh got access to his mother's pussy even in the night. Shopping and sex were the two main things in our agenda with everything rolling around those. We talked to my hubby on phone but everytime we talked to him Ramesh was either licking or fucking my pussy. We both talked together with him while our genitals locked. Only a son can give this opportunity!
Before we knew the week was over and we had the time of our lives. Ramesh saw me off at the airport the day before he flew to US.
I flew back with fond memories of our lustful 'honeymoon' followed by a big shopping bag. Ramesh took care of all the shopping bills. Somehow I felt like I was his escort or a call-girl and Ramesh paid me for my services to him. The perverted feeling in me was satisfied that I became a personal whore for my son.
After he is gone to US Ramesh called me more often specially when his dad is not around to talk about his fantacies of fucking his mother. He makes me so hot on phone that I tell him I replaced his dick with my fingures as we kept talking. I even asked him if he thought of me as his escort during our singapore lustweek. Ramesh said it was not the case and he payed the bills as a gratitude of me being a perfect mother. It was until later I found our that Ramesh also paid for my airfare. Ramesh might have did it for love towards his mother but I certainly felt I escorted my son while in s'pore. With the amount of spending he did on me, I figured its well over 5000 rupees per day. We kept talking about all the kinky things. Our phone calls have become more like lover calls instead of mother and son ones. He never completed a call without giving me an orgasm when his dad is not around.
It wasn't another three weeks passed by, I realised Ramesh has left me more than my fond memories of becoming his lover and probably his whore. The loads of semen my pussy was soaked in all the time when Ramesh was here finally managed to penetrate my egg. Little did my egg know that the semen was from my own son. Little did Ramesh's semen knew that it his mother's egg he's penetrating. How would they know? Their job is to procreate. The evolutionary cycle has turned around with semen from my own son penetrated his own mother's egg.
I went into this philosophy mode. All these mother/son relationships are all created by us. In my opinion everybody is free to mate with everybody. Look at animals; a son always fucks his mother to mate and create more. Likewise a mother always gives her son a chance to make her pregnant. Take a look at ancient history! Every culture has mother son turned lovers relationships. The mother earth also mated with her son to produce. Eve was Adam's mother. Eve also became the wife of her another son/grandson Cain whom she produced through Adam. Several greek legends married and lusted for their mother. The famous Jocasta and Oedipus mother/son copulation yeilded 3 children. Jocasta must have been one happy woman when she married her son.
In my opinion mother/son sex is natural thing to do. Since a woman matures and marries generally when she is 15/16, her breeding season is divided between her husband and son/s. The first fifteen years until she turns 30 are husband's to produce and when her sons turn 15 she should be mating with her offspring and breed with them until the age of menopause. For me it seems logical and our bodies are designed for it. It is a well known fact that women reach their prime sexual stage when they are past 30, the age when her sons too reach a sexual age. The sexual desire of a mother and her son would balance each other at that stage.
I started out late now at 43, but I still feel I have few more years to breed with my son. I am starting now. To say the least I am pregnant with my son. It felt good. I felt as if I am godess Rati, the love godess who became a lover to her son Kama, the cupid.
As usual my husband thought his semen lacked some discipline and invaded his wife's womb. My mother-loving son is very excited that his semen made its way to penetrate his mother's egg and made his sexy and slutty mother pregnant with his child. I have mixed fellings about this. I am not happy because I am pregnant at this age but at the same time I am excited because my own son made me pregnant. I am fucked by both men of my life and I became pregnant by both of them.
Few weeks later I was stuck between two males competing for possession of a pregnant female. Ramesh might have thought he wanted to see his slutty mother belly grow as his baby took shape. So he proposed his dad that I should go to US. He used the excuse saying hospitals are better there. His dad on the other hand wants me to be with him so that he can see me safe. I took the backstage letting them sort out as I have nothing to loose. No matter where I stay I will get good care and my bed will always be warm. If I am here I will have my hubby dick in my pussy and if I am there my son will still keep it lubricated and wet.
Finally Ramesh won. His dad let go as he knew I will be well there. A week later, during fourth month of my pregnancy, my hubby saw me off at the airport. I felt sorry for him since he is unknowingly send me to my lover and illicit father of my baby.
Ramesh picked me up from the airport in US. He was very excited to see his mother-lover. We drove home and he waited nomore to see his mother naked with her growing belly. We both celebrated with you know what!!! He fucked me passionately as if a husband parting from his wife for a long time. I don't need to tell you the happenings in detail after that. The life is usual with doctor visits, pregnant sex, dad/hubby phone calls to India, sex again, parent talk with my son as mother of his baby, and more sex. We are tired of inventing new postions to rest my belly while Ramesh filled me.
A month later, my son revealed his ultimate desire. A desire to marry me. I was shocked at first but was happy that he wanted to marry me. He said "Since we are already having a baby together, we should get married."
I did not get his point. I said "But I am already married Ramesh! to your dad! How can I marry you?"
He said "I don't know! Divorce him or..."
I said "Shut up! Why would I spoil a good relationship? And whats wrong with staying as of now?"
He said "Like how?"
I said "Like now! Married to my hubby! You will still get what you getting from me and have me anytime you like! What wrong with being as now? The baby is yours and I dont' need to change surnames either"
Ramesh interrupted "But I want you all by myself mom! I want to be your hubby! I want to take care of you myself"
I said "Thats sweet son! But I am also your mother and still married to your dad! I might be pregnant by you and sleep with you but relationwise you will still be my son first!"
I could see Ramesh got disappointed by my rejection. He didnot talk to me well for two hours after that. So I put a proposal. I said "How about an agreement?"
"What agreement?" he asked.
"Since you will be here in US for a while, I can be your wife when I am here!"
"How?"
"We can marry here and I will become your wife. Whenever I am here I will be called as your wife. But In India I will be your dad's wife and your mother. You can share my body with your dad but only as your mother as we are doing now. That means I will be your wife in US and your dad's in India"
The idea seems to have worked with him. But then he asked "What if dad comes here?"
I said "You dad will be the same person to you when you will be in India. He will be my illicit lover here"
Ramesh laughed "Dad? your illicit lover?"
"Yes! Once I am married to you he will become my lover not hubby!"
Ramesh agreed. The following friday, we went to a temple and got married. He put me another mangal sutra around my neck and formally I accpeted my son Ramesh to be my second husband. I became my own daughter-in-law. For the firstime after my son fucked me, he removed my clothes and fucked me as a husband. I felt Ramesh is more a husband to me than his dad as by the time Ramesh married me I am already pregnant by him and it appeared to me as if I am his real wife.
Five months after we got married, we had a baby girl. Ramesh's dad flew to US to see his daughter. We stayed together for three months. Ramesh and his dad competed yet again for their first fuck with me after delivery. But this time his dad won as he is in holiday here. The next day Ramesh took me to a hotel to get his first taste of his mother-wife's pussy after delivery somehow avoiding his dad coming with us. I did not tell Ramesh that his dad had the first fuck session with his mother's cunt. I also gave him something instead of that. I allowed him taste my first milk.
After three months, Ramesh's dad flew back to India giving Ramesh more time to fuck his mother-wife. Ramesh reluctantly sent me to India after another three months.
But things changed in India as I found out that my husband was cheating on me too! I demonstrated anger and left to US. It has been eight months eversince I came back to US to become Ramesh's wife. There is no chance of going back to India as Ramesh knocked me again and I am pregnant with our second child. This time though there is no way that I can bluff that Ramesh's dad knocked me. He would eventually know that his own son is also bonking his wife and Ramesh is the father of our baby.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

PRIZE FOR A GOOD RESULT


My name is Surendar, I am 25 years old, only son of my parents. My father is retired from Army and lives in our village near Jaipur. My mother 45, is a house
wife, devoted mother, wife and regular visitor to the nearby temple. My father on the other hand is liberal and rarely visits temple. Being in the Army and now a farmer he maintains good health. My parents look much younger than their age. Often I am
misunderstood by many as their younger brother instead of son.

I am outstanding in studies. Having topped the Intermediate in the entire province, I got a sponsorship for further studies in the US. Three years back I left for US and with very hard work, part time odd jobs, achieved good grades. It was three
years that I had met my parents, so immediately after my final examinations I came back to India. The examination was very important for me because the top 5 students would get handsome scholarship which I badly needed.

Returning after three years, I could hardly see any change in our village.. same fresh environment, same sincere people all around green, it was so peaceful. I was happy living with my parents after three long years in US. Mother would pamper me with
delicious food every day and all day long I would loiter in the village visiting friends, gossiping and eating village delicacies..

Time was passing by, it was second week that early in the morning I got phone on my mobile that I have passed the exam and also have topped the list. This
was a matter of great joy. I immediately woke up my father to give the good news and asked for mother, who I was told had gone to the temple. I was so excited
that I decided to go to the temple, offer my thanks to Gods as well as to break the news to my mother.

Temple was hardly 5 minutes distance, I offered my prayers and looked for my mother who was not there. Thinking that she has returned back, I thought of
giving my parnam to the Pandit and walked to his room which was on the side of the temple. It was still early and the morning sun was slowly breaking and not
bright yet. Reaching the room of the Pandit, I found it closed from inside so I did not knock thinking he must be asleep. As I was returning I could see from the slit in the window light inside and felt some mixed voiced coming. I had to rub my eyes ten times
to believe what I saw. It was my mother, all naked and the Panditji was ramming her with his huge lund. I was so enraged, I took a step to barge in the room
to thrash the Pundit.. Somehow I was frozen, could not move and after few minutes of the clandestine sex show, I started feeling my own lund slowly aching uncomfortably in my tight jeans. Time was not passing and the chudai was going unabated, both thouroghly enjoying each other. It was about an hour later that my mother started wearing back her saree, picking the steel thali with flowers etc.
Pundit still naked , his lund dangling and shining with the moisture of their cums. My mother kneeled down, kissed Pandit;s lund and headed towards the door when I quickly retreated to hide my self on the other side of the room.

I decided to wait here and let mother finish her Puja. When she was coming out of the temple steps, she saw me and was surprised as well as nervous. And
asked me inquisitively why have I come here. I touched her feet, and kissed her told her about my result. She was delighted and asked me to come to the temple and thank the gods and also thank the Pandit whose prayers have brought me the luck. I was
revolting from inside and reluctantly went to the temple to touch the bells and the idols and than started walking back to our house. We have to walk though the fields which are lonely at this time. My mother noticed that I was very quite, tense and deeply thinking of something. She asked me what is the matter I could not contain and burst out every detail of what I had seen and my eyes were expecting an explanation from her. Tears started rolling from her eyes and we continued to walk towards home silently. Halfway, my mother sat down on a lonely fallen tree trunk and held my hands. I also sat besides her still silent; when she broke the silence and told me that my father had met an accident in the war and had lost potency when I was hardly 8 years.
Since then, she never had any sex until about three years back when she was lured by the Pundit. I was swept into agreeing to have sex with the Pundit with his very persuasive and cleverly planned intentions. He has been satisfying her sex needs. She sunk her head on my shoulder and was full of emotion and tears.
I was caressing her head, wiping her tears and thinking that she deserves no blame for the situation she was in. For several minutes she sat quietly close to me, first her head resting on my shoulders and then on my lap. I was getting her pressure on my Lund which was getting hard as I kept running my fingers in her hair and my thoughts wondered from her chudai by the Pandit to my fantasy of having sex with her. My animal desire was getting stronger and perhaps my mother too was getting excited keeping her cheeks on my hard lund. Suddenly without probing further or
caressing her more, I grabbed her boobs and said, Mother, I want to fulfill my long standing desire of having sex with you now. You are in real need.
I had a plan to have sex with someone very soon in US. Now I want to do it over
here to fulfill your desire and to stop some one outside our family getting inside you.
Her widened eyes looked at my face, she could whisper back with some hesitation, son, yes if you think it is ok ; but really I am guilty, I hope you will understand my position. Oh, Surender, this is what I have been craving for myself, but never had the courage or opportunity to realize. I can’t think that I am so lucky to have
my young and good looking son in my bed for fucking. You are not making fun of me na?

I said no mom, I am always very serious about my mother and you know that. Hearing this she immediately started to breadth heavily. I could see her big boobs started going up and down in the excitement of the opportunity Of a new fuck. I looked in to her eyes and found the joy of suddenly getting some thing very precious. She started to play with my hairs in one hand and with the other hand she took her saree to her weist showing her hairy cunt. She gave me a smile full of shame and shyness and then using her eyes signed me to come inside her.

I embraced her tightly as she lowered her saree aanchal also to expose her boobs,
She embraced me planting her deep wet kiss on my lips with her tongue wondering deep inside me. Her hand was slowly caressing my lund and she was unbuttoning my jeans. As I removed my jeans and brought her to saddle my erect lund…. Even though she had been fucked only a few minutes before, her desire was
intense and her choot (pussy) was eager to take my lund inside her, clasping her pussy lips as hard as she could.

But suddenly she became aware of the situation that we are sitting In the middle of a field. Ah ah , Surender, chalo ghar chal kar kamray may chudai korte hai. Idhar tujhay chudte hua koi dekh Lega to laj ke mare dub morni hogi humko.
Then she said to herself “aaj kitnay saalo baad, apni bistar me chudenge kisiko.”

We almost silently walked home, my father was sitting in the verandah on his chair, least suspecting what had happened between her wife and son. After breakfast, my father left for the farms. No sooner than my father left, my mother came smiling to me, Surender chal, upstairs, aaj jee bhar kar mujhay chodna beta ha;. Meri saloon saal ki piyas bujhadena;. She was wild and hungry like a young virgin.
For two weeks that I was there, our chudai was a daily ritual. She used to feed me healthy foods so that I could have More energy to fuck her like a bull. Mother, how will I live without you in States ? Tum meray saath chalo, no other girl can give me
satisfaction more than you; we would talk all possible obsenes and fuck in all
possible positions with talking fantasy. Some time she used to behave Like a children asking for another session of chudai .
Mother had converted a small corner of the house with some Idols so that she could have a reason of not going to the temple, as she did not want the outsider Pundit to
chodo her once she had found me as her lay.

Before I returned to States, me and mother persuaded my father to relocate to States once I get job there so that she could chodo me as long as possible. With much hesitation father agreed and I returned with dreams wild and erotic. She told me that as long as she is capable of having sex, she will not share me with any other women. When she will fill that she is not capable of chodo me only then she will relies me.
Anyway till the date I am a very very happy man.
(END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

SALEE HOTI HAI ADHA GHARWALI


This is how I
seduced and fucked my other sister-in-law (Sale) - my saala's
wife. Kahte hain ki lund jab khara hota hai to woh choot khoj hi leta
hai. Mera 7" lamba lund khara ho gaya aur kachhe kele ki tarah
halka sa muda hua sa tha aur bur mein ghusne ke liye betaab
ho gaya. Aankhon ke saamne meri sale sajni ka chehra ghum
raha tha. Sawli thi aur bahut hi pyari. Sharmati rehti thi,
kankhiyon se dekhti rehti aur mujhse 8 saal choti thi, yaani 27
saal ki jawan paki hui gulab thi. Chuchiyan blouse mein samate
nahi the aur saari aise pahanti ki badan ka har ang mano dikh
raha ho. Blouse aur petticoat ke bich ka pet ka hissa gehu jaise
rang ka mano invite karta ki mujhe chu lo bus. Nabhi kabhi kabhi
dikh jaati kabhi chup jaati. Meri nazar jab kabhi uske pet ki taraf
jaati to badi koshish karti thi ki saari se dhak le, magar tab
chuchi dikh jaati. Nazar uthti aur uske mammon ko dekhti hi thi ki
phir use chupati. Isi khicha taani mein ya to ghabra kar bhag
jaati ya main hi nazar jhuka leta ki kahin chali na jaye. Ek baar
maina kaha, "Sajni, main yahan aata hoon lekin tum baat hi
nahin karti, bus chali jaati ho." Kehti, "Thik hai jeejaji, baat
karungi." Is tarah, kaafi din beet gaye, aur man hi man mein
main sochta rehta, kab mauka mile aur mein ise apni bahon
mein loon, chumoo, dabaaon, choosoon aur choudu. Chodunga
to kas kas kar maza le le kar. Lekin Saali kab aayegi mere
bandhan mein ? Jahan chah wahan rah. Uske ghar mein der hai
magar andher nahin. Aur doston, samajh lo ki ladki jitna
sharmaye, utna hi weh bhi chudwana chahti hai. Main sach kah
raha hoon, tum aazma ke dekh lo. Shaadi ka mahol tha. Main
apne sasural mein invited tha. Kaafi log the aur kamre kum ho
rahe the. Ek raat, ek kamre mein upar bister par sab mardon ka
aur niche zamin par gadde par aurton ka sone ka hisaab bana.
Sab thake hue the, turant hi neend aane lagi. Maine bister ke
kinare ki jagah le li aur baat karne ke bahane, apni sale sajni ko
bister ke hi niche wali jagah par sone ke liye kaha. Maan gayi
Sajni Raani. Jaldi se us jagah par aa gayi aur sone ka pose
bana kar let gayee. Uski tho sal ki bachchi ko bhi pass lay liya or thora jada jagha bana liya.
Karib raat ko ek baje, jab sabhi log ghode
bech kar so rahe the, maine kaha ki ab mat chuko raja. Bus
pakad hi lo apni pyari si sale Sajni Rani ko. Main aahista se
niche aaya aur sajni ke piche thodi si jagah mein let gaya. Pehle
maine ek haath se aahista se uske muh ko Dhaka jisse awaaz
nahin aaye aur ek gaal mein halka sa chumban rakh diya.Uski
aankhen khuli aur meri taraf awaak ho kar dekhne lagi. Maine
dusre haath se ishara kiya ki chup raho aur please awaaz mat
karo. Weh chup rahi, maine hath hataya aur weh halka sa
muskurayee aur shararat bhari nigahon se dekhne lagi. Doston
lund ekdum tan gaya aur half pant mein se bahar aane ke liye
betaab ho gaya. Maine uske gulabi gulabi narm hoton par apne
hoth rakh kya diye mano aag par rakh diye. Bus Maza aisa aaya
ki pucho mat. Hothon ke ras ne bas madhosh hi kar diya. Ek
haath apne aap uski chuchi ki taraf chale gaye aur blouse ke
upar hi dabane lage. Thora sa dabaya to dekha uski dudh nikalne lagi hai.
Dusre haath se maine uska ek haath pakra
aur apne lund ki taraf badha diya. Such manon, sajni bhi betaab
si ho gayee aur usne pant ke zip ko khol kar mera lund
underwear ke side se pakra aur aage piche hilane lagi. Dil
bekaabu ho raha tha. Maine ek haath se uske blouse ke niche
se bra ke niche se uski garam garam chuchi ko pakra aur
dabaya. Hoth apna choosne ka kaam kar hi rahe the. Dusre
haath se uski saari paaon ke paas niche se hata kar petticoat ke
niche se apna haath badhaya aur uski choot par rakh diya.
Sabse mazedaar baat pata chali, usne underwear pehna hi
nahin tha. Saali chudwane ke liye taiyar thi - dekha na. Choot par
mulayam baal the aur ekdum gili thi. Ras beh raha tha. Haath
phirate hue, maza lete hue, maine ek ungli uski bur mein
ghusaya. Garam garam ubal rahi thi jaise. Doston raha nahi
gaya. Ab to chodna zaroori ho gaya tha saali ko. Woh bhi ekdum
taiyar thi. Malai saamne thi, bus kha jane ki der thi. Lekin us
kamre mein chodna khatre se khali nahin tha. Apne aap ko
sambhalte hue, maine halke se uske kan main kaha, "Sajni,
do-teen minute baad bathroom mein aa jao." Main aahiste se
utha aur bathroom ki taraf badh gaya. Andhere mein sawdhani
se bathroom ki taraf gaya, light on kiya aur darwaza band hulke
se kar intezar karne laga. Apni half pant aur underwear utar kar
alag rakh diya. Sajni Raani thodi der mein aayee aur phir maine
darwaza lock kar diya. Ab kya tha. Humne kas kar ek dusre ko
jakad liya aur buri tarah chumne lage ek dusre ke hothon ko.
Hulki si roshni mein bahut hi sundar lag rahi thi - ekdum apsara
jaisi. Nichi awaaz mein maine kaha, "Raani, kaha thi itne din tak
?" Usne jawab diya, "aapke paas hi thi, bus aapne dekha hi
nahin." "Hai main mar jayoon sajni, tu jab kabhi ishara bhi karti,
main to kabse chodne ke liye bekarar hun". "Jeejaji aap to bade
badmaash hain, main to aapko bada sidha aur buddhu samajhti
thi." "Jaanu, tere badan ko aur teri in chuchiyon ko dekh kar to koi
bhi pagal ho jaye." Baat karte karte maine uske kapde nikaal
diye the aur uski chuchi ko muh mein le liya. Kya taste tha such uski dudh ki,
mano ki amrit pi raha hoon. Kahne lagi, "Jeejaji, jaldi se kariye,
koi aa jayega yaa dekh lega to main to mar hi jayoongi." "Kya
karoon Raani ?" Maine zara sa tadpate hue aur maza lootte hue
pucha. "Bus kar dijiye na !" Aur Mukka marte hue boli, "Mujhe
sharm aati hai." Tab maine hi kaha, " Chod doon teri choot ko ?"
"Jaldi se daaliye, nnaa.mere rajaji". "Accha to apni bur ke
durwaze khol," maine whisper karte hue kaha, aur use deewar
ke sahare kar, apna mota lund uski choot ke upar rakh diya. Ek
haath se uske muh ko apne muh par zor se rakh kar choosta
raha, aur dusre haath se uski gaand par rakh kar apni aur
badhate hue, apne lund ko uski bur mein daala. Uski chuchiyan
mast mast mere badan se takra kar maza de rahi thi aur mera
lund uski gulabi aur garam aur gili bur mein ghus gaya. Shaadi
shuda ladki ko chodne ka maza yahi hai ki lund aasani se bur
mein ghus jaata hai. Doston ab sabra ka baandh toot chukka
tha. Zor zor se dhakke laga kar maine khub chudai ki. Maine
pucha, "Sajni raani, chud raha hai na." Pehli baar is bhaasha
mein boli, "Rajaji, khub chud raha hai, bus aise hi chodte rahiye,
rukiye mat." Doston, pata hi nahi chala, ki kab maine apne lund
ka sara ras uski choot mein daal diya. Safety ke liye usne chudai
ke baad apni choot ko paani se dhoya aur mujhe jaane ke liye
kaha. Man nahin maan raha tha. Main use dabaye ja raha tha.
Maine shart rakhi, "Sajju, kasam khayo ki jaldi se mere ghar
mauka dekh aayogi aur raani khub chudwaogi. Mera man abhi
nahin bhara." "Ha aayongi Jeejaji, ab please jayeeye naa. Nahin
to hum dono mare jayenge." Yeh kehte hue usne mere lund ko
chum liya. Maine zor se phir use pakda aur kas kar dabaya aur
chumne laga. "Jeejaji, please jayeeye. Apne lund ko
samjhayeeye." Uske muh se sun kar to lund pagal hi ho gaya.
"Ek aur shart sajjo raani, kal din mein jagah nikalo chudwane ke
liye. Let kar palang par chodunga raani, tabhi lund manega."
"Accha accha, upar padosiyon se jo kamra liya hai, usme
chalenge dopahar ko. Ab please chale jayeeye." To doston, uski
izzat ko barkarar rakhte hue maine kapde jaldi se pehne aur
dabe paon apne bistur par aa kar so gaya. Aur dusre din
dopahar ko jo chodne me maza aaya, woh main tab bataoonga
jab aap log mere e-mail par jawab denge ki kaisi lagi meri yeh
chudai aur aap ka lund khara hua ki nahin.
Raat ko bathroom mein chodne ke baad to lund ekdum hi
pareshan tha ki kab sajni ko apni bahon mein bhar kar daba kar
choos kar chudai ki baten bol bol kar chod sakun. Uski bur ki
khusbu se man taro taza tha. Bas ab to sirf bur mein lund
ghusne ko betaab tha. Din ke samay jab who apna gavraya hua
badan lekar dolti to saree aur blouse se uske mamme dikhte.
Ah ha, kya mamme the - ekdum tane hue mano ki kah rahe hon -
aao mujhe pakad lo, mujhe dabao, mujhe chooso. Hothon par
ek muskurahat si khelti rehti thi. Gile gile gulabi hoth bula rahe
the ki aoa na , mujhe chooso na. Bagal se jab guzarti to dil karta
ki bas daboch hi lo. Saree jo ki badan se chipki hui thi, saamne
se jab dekhta to choot hi khayal aa jata. Aisa zoro se man karta
ki bas ab lund iske andar ghusa hi do. Aur ghusa ke chup chap
lete raho, maza lete raho, hothon ko chooste raho, chuchiyon ko
dabate raho, aur bich beech mein chuchi ko muh mein daal kar
choos lo. Aur jab maza khub aane lage to, saali ki bur ko dhakka
maar maar kar chod dalo. Aha, mera lund, yeh kab shaant hoga.
Karib gyarah baje subah, naashte vagerah ke baad maine awaz
di, "Sajni, zara idhar aana ." Sharmate hue vah aayee, "kya
baathai jeejaji ?" "Ek cup chai pilao na." Aur whisper karte hue
kaha, "apne hothon se ek ghoont pi kar jane man." Ishare se
usne mujhe danta aur kaha, "abhi lati hun." Shaadi ke mahol
mein sabhi vyast the. Rasoi mein ghus kar maine halke se uski
gaand par haath pherte hue kaha, "chini kuch kam dalna, sajni."
Aur aahiste se kaha, "tum kya kum mithi ho." Who whisper karte
hue boli, "Jeejaji, koi dekh lega to gazab ho jayega." Maine
himmat jodte hue uske kan ke paas kaha, "Phir is lund ka kya
karoon. Khara hue hai." Khilkhilate hue boli, "Bhabhi se kahoon."
Maine jawab diya, "tadpa le tadpa le, mauka aaye to sare badle
le lunga." "Abhi to aap chai pijiye", aur cup mere haath mein
thama diya. Friends, kya cheez thi, uske bagal mein khare ho kar
hi bada achha lagta tha. Do pahar ke khane ke baad, uski saas
(jo ki meri saas bhi thi) ne kaha, "Sajni, Upar ke kamre
(store-room) se kuch gadde aur razai aur nikaal lena, raat ko
zaroorat hogi." Maine man hi man mein kaha - thank you sasuji,
kya chance diya hai. Mein chupke se upar store-room ki taraf
badh chala. Maine socha ki koi agar hame dekh bhi lega to kah
doonga ki sajni ko madad karne ke liye aaya tha. Kamraa khula
hua tha. Mein andar ja kar, ek khidki khol kar let gaya. Kuch der
baad sajni jaise hi aane lagi, main chip gaya. Voh andar aayee
aur maine jhat se uskee muh ko halke se dhaka aur ishara kiya
ki chup rahe aur chowke nahin. Phir maine darwaze ko aahista
se band kar ke kundi laga di. Bus phir kya tha. Ab hum azad ho
gaye the. Voh jhat se mujh se lipat gayee. Pata nahin hum kitni
der tak bas lipte hi rahe. Ek doossree ko sakhti se pakad kar
daba kar , uski chuchiyan meri chaati se dab rahi thi.Mere haath
uski peeth par phir rahe the. Aur usne zoro se bas mujhe pakad
rakha tha. Kuch ghabrayee hue bhi thi. Aakhir gharwalon ka dar
to tha hi. Maine aahista se uske kan mein kaha, "ghabrao mat
sajni, hum bas thoda sa pyar karke chale jayenge." Yeh kahte
hue maine apne hoth uske gale par rakhte hue chumna shooru
kiya aur hathon se piche ke badan ko sahlane laga. "Jeejaji, koi
aa nahin jaye." Usne halke se kaha. Maine muskurate hue, uske
hothon par apne hoth rakh diye. Use wahan ek gadde par
aahiste se litaya aur daahine hath se uski bayee chuchi ko
dabane laga. "ghabrao mat meri raat ki raani, zaldi zaldi pyar kar
lete hain, lekin is baar tumhe pura maza doonga." Uske ek haath
se apne khare hue lund ko mahsoos karwaya aur hothon ko
chooste hue, mein uske blouse ko kholne laga. Smart saali thi
bhai hamari. Usne apne dono hathon se mere pant ko khola aur
niche sarka diya. Phir mere underwear ko hataya. Aur mere lund
ko aise pakad liya ki bas maza aa gaya.Tab tak maine uske
blouse ko hata kar, uske bra ko khol hataya. Samay nasht na
karte hue uski chuchiyon ko khub dabane laga or dudh kinch ne laga.
Ekdum malai the uske mammen. Sakth aise ki chitak chitak jaye.
Chikne itne ki
bas dabate hi raho. Hothon se moh ko alag kiya aur choosne
laga ek pyase ki tarah uski chuchiyon ko. Pagalo ki tara uski garam or mitaz
vari dudh peene laga."Sajni, tum bahut sexy
ho, bahut garam ho, bahut Sundar ho. Kaash main tumhe pehle
hi pyar kar pata." Beech beech mein maine kaha. "Jeejaji, aapne
bhi to pehle kabhi koi hint nahin diya." Usne aahiste aahiste
kaha. "Sajni, jane man, maza aa raha hai na ?" "Jeejaji, bas
rukiye mat, bahut accha lag raha hai." "Sajni, abhi to tumhara
period bhi safe hai na ?" "Ha jeejaji, abhi kuch din pehle hi
menses tha. Us hisaab se abhi 5-6 din tak safe hai." Ab tak hum
dono puree tarah se nange ho kar khub ek dusre ko daba rahe
the aur gadde par zor zorse lipat rahe the. Mein baari baari se
uske hothon aur chuchiyon ko choos raha tha aur daba raha tha.
Voh ek haath se mere lund ko pakde hue thi aur doosre se meri
peeth par kas kar pakde hue thi. Ab maine ek haath ko uski
choot ki taraf badhaya aur use acchi tarah mahsoos kiya, us par
hath phera, bur ke balon ko ungliyon mein ghumaya aur choot ke
daraar mein ek ungli ghusa di. Ekdum garam aur gili choot thi
mere yaaro. Phir maine do ungli aur phir teen ungliyon se uski
choot ke andar bahar karne laga. Uske ek haath ne mere lund
kobhi ab aage piche karne shooro kiye. Bas laundiyaa taiyar thi
chudwane ko. "Sajni, kya choot hai tumhari, bahut hi maza aa
raha hai." "Jeejaji, ab daaliye naa." Maza lete hue maine uske
kanon ko halke se kata aur kaha, "Kya cheez kahan daloon, meri
jaan ?" "Isko andar daaliye na, aap bahut gande hain." Usne
sharmate hue badi ada se kaha. "Raani, bolna padega, main
zara kum samajhta hun." "Jeeju, aap aur kum samajhdar, pakke
badmash hain." Aakhir maine hi kaha, "kya kahti ho, chod doon.
Bur mein lund daal doon."-Ab uski zubaan khuli. Boli, "Chod
dijiye jeeju, aur mat tadpaiye. Daaliye ne apna l..lund is ch..choot
mein." Yaron, mera lund to vaise hi betaab tha. Bus maine ab
use ek jhatke mein uski gili aur garam bur mein ghusa hi diya.
Ahaha, kaise ghusa jaise makhan mein choori. Kitni tasty thi yeh
chudai. Ek sundar apsara ke bur mein mera lund, aur uski
gavrayee hui chuchi mere muh aur hathon mein. Uske hoth
choosne ke liye hazir. Maine kah hi daala, " Sajni tumhe chodte
hue bahut maza aa raha hai. Man karta hai ki bas, chodta hi
rahoon, chodta hi rahoon. Kya tasty bur hai jaane man.""Chod
daaliye jeeju, chod daaliye, chod daaliye, chod daaliye." Voh
kahti rahi aur mein chodta raha, dhakka lagata raha, maza
loot-ta raha. Pata nahin kab jwalamukhi ki tarah hum dono jhar
gaye. Dariyan ki tarah lund se juice nikalta raha. Maine uski
chuchi ko kas kar dabaya aur hothon ko kas kar chooma aur
lund ka sara ras uski choot mein nikaal diya. Aur voh bhi kum
nahin thi, uchal kar apne bur se sara ras mano kheench kar
nikal rahi ho. Uske naakhoon mere peeth par gadh gaye the.Is
zabardast chuuai ke baad, hum kaafi der tak bar lipte hi rahe aur
mera lund uski bur mein aahiste aahiste shaant hua. Lund to
shaant tha lekin man nahin bhara tha. Voh thi hi gazab ki sundar.
Bahut hi kismat vala tha mera saala. Roz chodta hoga is apsara
ko. Maine puch hi liya, "Sajni, kya Rajesh tumhe roz chodta hai."
"Jeejaji, chodte to voh hain, lekin aap jaisa maza mujhe kabhi
nahin aaya. Bus ghusaya, kuch strokes lagaye, ras nikala, aur
ghum kar so gaye. Kai baar mujhe ungliyon ka sahara lena
padta hai." "Jaaneman, kismat bhi kaisi nainsaafi karti hai. Mera
bas chale to tumhe bas chodta hi rahoon, choomta hi rahoon,
pyar karta hi rahoon. Kitni sundar ho tum. Kitni achhi ho. Tumhe
to bas is lund par bitha kar hi rakhoon. Jaise voh kahte hai na, ki
palkon par bitha kar rakhoonga." "Bus, jeeju aur jyada mat kuch
kahiye. Bas choriye aur jane dijiye to." "Ek shart par meri raani.
Ab phir kab chudwaogi. Phir kab is pyari si bur mein yeh lund
ghus payega." Khilkhilate hue boli, "Jab mauke mile mere
Raajja."
Aur uske baad jab bhi mauka milta hai har doosre teesre din who mere paas aa kar bare pyaar se apne choot mere lund se kutwatee hai.
(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY STEP-MOM SOLD TO HER MOTHER FOR 1000 BUCKS


I hated my step- Mother.Debra
She was bossy, cruel, self-centered, demanding, busty, and beautiful.
All she thought about since Dad died was the business that she started. How to squeeze the last penny out of it, no matter what it took. That left me as a distract- ion, a bother.
She constantly made me do all the work around the house and only ridiculed me for my mistakes.
I'm sure she was glad to get rid of me for a few weeks during my Summer vacation.
"My father is going on a World War II reunion trip, and my mother needs you to clean the attic," she said in her usual bitchy voice.
"But, Mom...," I started to whine just before her hand smacked across my face, making my eyes blurry with tears.
"I don't want to hear any of your complaining," she shouted at me.
I really didn't want to visit my Mother's Mother, my 58 year-old Grandmothers. She was even more bitchy and critical that my Mother. I could see where that trait came from.
So, I had to pack up my things for a 2-week trip in the county, in a small, dull town. I took my music and cam- era and developing equipment. I figured I could at least take some pictures (photography was the one thing that kept me sane) while I was there.
I took the train; my Grandmother picked me up at the station. No family greeting or celebration. Just: "Get your stuff and get in the car. You have a lot to do."
I could only imagine what chores were waiting for me. Especially in the heat. It must have been in the 90's.
My Grandmother was about 5'8" and a proportioned 140 pounds. She had short, straight platinum black hair that really showed up against her dark tan. Her face was wrinkled, but beautiful (except for her constant stern expression and frown).
She was wearing shorts, sandals, and a loose-fitting blouse that couldn't hide the two large hills that protruded from her chest.
They weren't standing straight out like my Mother's, but hung low, just past her ribcage. I couldn't help but stare when she wasn't looking. They swayed slowly with each of her movements.
Her legs were surprisingly muscular from all the walking that she constantly bragged to my Mother that she was doing.
"Aren't you ready yet?" she sighed in disgust.
I loaded all my gear into the trunk of the car and endured a silent ride to the house.
After getting settled in, she told me to take a bath while she is making our dinner.

I went to a bathroom to take a shower. As I hopped in, I washed my usual self, I kept seeing visions of my grandmother in my head, so, I decided to jerk off. As I was stroking it, I heard the door crack then a voice, "Billy? I noticed there weren't any towels, so I brought you some."
My prick was all 9 inches and hard as hell. I slid the curtain open and said, "Thanks, grandma." She still stood there staring at me, in her towel. She was getting ready for her shower in the other bathroom.
She watched my cock carefully for few seconds and said wait here I am coming. She went to the other bathroom and took her mobile phone from her dress hanging in the hanger. From my bathroom I could hear she was talking to her daughter and my mother “ debra switee I liked his body and cock. You were right his cock is really 9 inches. I will take him and I will soon deposit 10000 bucks in your account. Until your father comes I am keeping him. All right and make fun with your young lover. I realized that my mother sold me for few days to her mother but for what? I could also realized that she was dating with someone and she was desperately needed some space to enjoy her new boyfriend as my father went to a business trip for more than one month to France. I was thinking about the term “young lover” also
All of the sudden..."Can I shower with you?" Grandma entered in my bathroom.
I about shot my spunk right there. I sat and though for a minute, staring at her. "..y...ye..yes if you'd like."
She dropped her towel, and oh my god the best body I've ever seen. Her belly was very firm, along with her tits, and legs. She was beautiful. Nice tan lines around her ass, pussy, and tits. Her pussy was slightly shaven, it was a beautiful sight.
She pulled the curtain aside, and noticed my huge hard on. She looked and said, "Excited??" She hoped in. I grabbed the soap, she washed my body, up and down, she focused on my cock a lot, stroking it in small movements, teasing me. I had my hand on her shoulder. She started to suck on my fingers. I grabbed her chin and brought her to my level. I took the soap, and washed her tits madly, sucked them and licked them too. I went to her pussy, I flicked her clit with my tongue. She let out soft moans, I knew she liked it. So I kept going.

"Ohh baby don't stop! I'm cumming!" She did cum - I tasted her juices in my mouth, it was wonderful. I turned the shower off and carried her out. We dried each other off. "Fuck the towels!" I said. "Let's get this on."
I picked her up and carried her to her bed where she pulled me on top of her. Our mouths met as we kissed violently. She rolled me over, and licked down my stomach to my pubes. She slowly slid my cock into her mouth. I could see her saliva glistening on my cock. She bobbed her head up and down. My balls started to swell, I could feel that I was going to cum. I let out a soft moan and she stoped, squeezing the head of my cock to ease me down.
She slowly climbed on to me. "Fuck me, fuck me rotten!" She slipped my cock, deep into her 58 year old pussy. It was the best feeling in the world. She pumped up and down on my cock and I watched it enter my grandma. I couldn't believe this was happening, it all happened so fast. She was going faster and faster, I watched her tits bounce up and down, I grabbed them and they were so nice I couldn't stop. I grabbed her, and rolled her over, sat her up on all fours and stuck my cock deep into her pussy, I put my stomach on her back and fucked her doggy style.
"Oh god grandma, this is fuckin great, oh jesus..that feels great!" I reached around and grabbed her tits. I could hear her moaning, she was cumming the whole time. "Ohhhh fuckkk oh grandma I'm gonna come!" I screamed.
"OH BABY CUM ON MY TITS CUM ON MY TITS!" I pulled out and rolled her over, and my balls exploded as my hot, white sticky wad splashed on her giant tits. I still had more so I blew on her face, I watched my spunk spray my grandmothers mouth, she swallowed all she could. I collapsed in her arms, she silently whispered in my ear, "Wait for tomorrow!" as I fell asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to her sucking my prick! I couldn't believe this. She was sticking it in between her tits, I was fucking her tits wildly. She rolled me over, and I stuck my prick deep in her pussy. We fucked missionary position. I pumped my cock deep in her love canal, and I watched her tits go up and down. This got me hotter, and the look on her face was even better. She screamed as she orgasmed. I could feel my balls begin to swell.
"Oh grandma, here I cum, I'm fucking cumming!!" I sprayed my jism into her love canal, splashing the walls of her pussy. I came for at least a minute, letting my load deep into her womb. She shuttered with pleasure.
I bent down and kissed her madly, she said " be prepared for tonight, I gave your mother 10000 bucks, and I am going to fuck you whole night.

My dick stood out at ninety degrees to my body. Grandmother stood up and walked slowly towards me. As she did so, she began to undo her robe. It parted, and she slipped it from her shoulders and let it drop to the carpet. When I saw what she was like underneath, my dick went almost vertical. I could see that Grandmother was pleased with the effect she had upon it.


As Grandmother came up next to me I gave her a good look over. She was wearing a red low cut bra that showed the top half of the huge brown saucers that surrounded her nipples. One of the straps was teasingly almost falling off her shoulder. My glance went down past her tanned belly to a thin pair of black thongs that were cut high on her hips. She wore sheer, barely black stockings held up by a garter belt. On her feet were the highest pair of black patent pumps that I had ever seen. I put out my hands to touch her but she told me that I had to wait. Grandmother walked around back of me and ordered me to face the front and stand to attention. Suddenly, I felt both of her hands on the top of my back. Softly, her nails traced a path down to my butt. Grandmother gently let her hands roam over my cheeks. At her touch, my whole body quivered in anticipation. Grandmother came around to face me. As her hands wandered over my chest she told me that I was a very handsome boy and that she was going to enjoy having her Grandson in this most personal of ways.



Grandmother took hold of my hand and led me over to her large bed. She sat down, parted her legs and told me to stand in between them. As I did so Grandmother took hold of my dick and pulled it down so that it was horizontal. She said she was pleased that I had shaved, and she wet her full red lips teasingly with her tongue. As her mouth opened, she pulled my prick towards it. I saw her tongue flick at the slit in my helmet. My dick twitched in her grip. Then Grandmother looked up at me and with our eyes locked together I felt her hot, wet mouth envelop my knob. Still looking at me, she allowed more of me into her. I wanted to ram the thing right down her throat but her other hand was pressed firmly against my hip. I felt Grandmother pull back my foreskin and she started to wank me as her head moved back and forth along my shaft. Just like in the afternoon yesterday, I felt myself start to cum too soon. I wanted this to go on much longer and cried out in disappointment as my load shot into Grandmother's mouth. I could feel her throat muscles contract as she swallowed all that I could make. At last, exhausted, I felt my knees buckle and I collapsed into Grandmother's arms.



Grandmother told me not to be upset and that all young men go through premature ejaculation sometimes when they become very hot. She assured me that come morning I'd be able to stay the full course again. Grandmother told me it was time to learn how a woman likes to be pleasured. She told me to take off her panties. As I put my hands on my Grandmother's naked hips for that first time and realized how wrong this was, I felt my prick begin to get hard again. Grandmother's skin was soft and had that kind of orange peel texture that old skin has. She had a firm tummy for a 60 year old and I was pleasantly surprised that her love handles weren't too gross. I took hold of the sides of her panties and pulled them down passed her knees and off her legs. It appeared that she liked women to be clean shaved as well.
Leaving her left foot on the floor, Grandmother lifted her right onto the bed. As her pussy lips parted, she instructed me to lick her out slowly. Although this was my first time, I had seen enough porn to know what to do. I rested my hands on Grandmother's stocking covered legs. The feel of the nylon was enough to get myprick rock hard again. I bent my head to Grandmother's love box and flicked my tongue around her swollen flaps. Grandmother reacted as I'd hoped. She let out a soft moan and begged me to go in deeper. Now it was my turn to tease. I told her that I'd get to it in my own good time. I licked up and down her cunt the way a dog or cat licks itself clean. Grandmother's moans became louder now and I felt her hands move to the back of my head to force me deeper inside her. I put my tongue in as far as it would go. She was gushing like a tap. Then I found her button and at the first touch Grandmother went crazy and started to call me all the names under the sun. I realized that I'd given my Grandmother an orgasm.
Almost immediately, she pulled me over to her make up table and told me to sit down on the low, pink, armless easy chair that faced the mirror. I obeyed her command. Grandmother straddled my legs and lowered herself onto my awaiting shaft. I watched, almost in disbelief, as my knob slowly entered my own Grandmother's pussy. She teased me with slow, circular movements until I was begging her to sit down on me fully. At last, she slipped down onto my rigid pole. I'll never forget that first feeling of impaling a woman with my tool. I put my hands underneath Grandmother's butt and began to hump her up and down. I wanted to be even deeper inside her and I felt that I was now in charge. I stood up effortlessly with Grandmother wrapped around my waist and walked over to the wall. Pressing her against it, I fucked Grandmother with long, fast strokes. She had been right about my staying power; I felt like I could go on like this for hours.
With her arms around my neck, Grandmother pulled me to her lips and forced her mouth against mine. We opened up and devoured each other with our tongues and teeth. I was still fucking the ass off her when I carried Grandmother over to the bed and placed her upon it. I pulled my dick out and roughly turned her over. I noticed that Grandmother seemed to like this rough treatment, so I started to talk dirty to her. I called her all the dirty, old bitch names that I could think of. I asked if she wanted fucking some more and she pleaded with me to put it back in her. I gripped her butt cheeks with my hands and forced my rod into her pussy.
As I pumped Grandmother with increasing speed and power, I felt her body shake in orgasm once more. She cried out for me to continue with my thrusts. At last, I could go on no longer. With a feeling from deep inside that I'd never felt before, I emptied my sack into Grandmother. I felt her put her hands on my balls and squeeze them as I came for what must have been a full minute.
By the time I'd recovered my breathing, it was still only nine o'clock.I looked across at Grandmother who was now taking her bra off to reveal a gorgeous pair of tanned jugs.'Want to play with these next boy?' she asked. 'We've still got few more hours to go.Myy dick started to get hard again as Grandmother swung her tits from side to side.As I raised my head to suck on her rock hard nipples, she said,'And your Grandfather does so enjoy his seminars and military reunions. I think I might suggest that he goes away with his buddies every week.'

(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

MY ELDER SISTER TOOK ME



I remember that night in July like it was yesterday. My elder sister and her husband had separated and I had been helping her with projects around the house like the yard mowing, landscaping and maintenance. She was at list 10 years older than me. My mother and father were died before and I lived alone in my house. I would drive up on Friday night and stay until Sunday afternoon most of the time. She lived about seventy miles away and it was a great place to get away. Plus, I was single, so I didn't really have anything better to do. I figured I could do most anything she needed done better and cheaper than anyone she could find in town. She had a nice, small house way out in the country, miles away from "civilization." I had been up there to help with things three weekends in a row until one Friday night, everything changed. She was totally frustrated for not managing a decent man for fucking. , may be because of her twin-baby daughter no one showing interest on her. She was working in a law firm and was desperately looking for a full time baby sitter also. She found an unusual solution for all her problems. Yes the solution was me. She thought if she somehow managed to take me in bed then she will have a permanent fucking partner when she needs and a full time free baby-sitter. I was young and no one was there to stop her. She also thought if I stay with her she can also have fun with other men leaving her babies to her baby-sitter brother. It was a temporary solution for her. She knew she will not able to hold me for long. But she thoughts if she gets some time then she could manage some decent man as her partner. But she never knew I am having a 9 inched.
That day I pulled up to her house about seven-thirty that evening and she greeted me outside as usual. Usually her greeting also came with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, but this time she kissed me on the lips. Not a quick kiss either; this one lasted for a few seconds. Mildly startled, I backed up for a minute and wondered what had just happened. She just laughed and said, "My, aren't we a little bashful this evening."
I almost felt the redness of my face as it blushed out of control. "I just wasn't expecting that," I said.
"What's so wrong with a sister kissing her brother?" she continued.
I guess she was right; it did seem harmless. We went inside for a nice steak dinner she had fixed. After dinner we sat on the couch and watched TV for awhile. We were both drinking cold Heinekens to break the heat of the awful summer weather. By ten o'clock, we were both getting a little buzz going. All of a sudden my sister reached over, grabbed me, and kissed me passionately on the lips. Again, I was startled. Being a bit intoxicated though, I leaned over and returned the favor. She smiled and stood up in front of me.
I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, but I couldn't keep from noticing what a gorgeous body she had. Firm tits and an ass to die for, she stood there in a pair of skin- tight jeans and a short little T-shirt that showed off her cute little belly button. She had long dark brown hair and a light complexion. We were eight years apart in age; I was twenty-three, she was thirty-one. "You seem awful surprised by those kisses; would you like another surprise?" she playfully said.
I was already too far gone to turn back now. "Go for it," I suggested.
She then pulled off her T-shirt and stood in front of me with just those jeans and a lacy, white bra. Her tits must have been a D-cup, at least. She reached around behind her and undid her bra, letting them bounce free. "What do you think of these?" she inquired.

What could I say? I was just about speechless, but I said to myself, "What the hell?" I stood up and reached out, cupping these big saggy boobs (that have been heavily sucked by many men and her babies) in the palms of my hands. Sis moaned in delight.
"You know, it's been a couple of months since I have been with a man," she said.
"Oh, is that what you call him?" I said with much sarcasm. She giggled at that remark. I couldn't stand my brother-in-law and she knew it. He worked all the time and was never at home with her; that made me angry and that's what drove them to their separation in the first place.
"Oh, that feels so good," she continued to moan. "I'll bet you have a surprise for me, don't you?" She wasn't prepared for my surprise. I had a raging hard-on that was just aching for attention. She knelt down and unzipped my fly as I was still standing. Then, she pulled my jeans down off of my feet and reached up for my briefs. As she pulled the elastic top down, all nine inches of me sprang into view. "Oh God!," she exclaimed, "It's huge." I had always been "popular" with the girls; especially in high-college. I never thought I would impress my sister the same way.
At that moment she began to lick and stroke my massive cock. She would put the head just inside her mouth and caress it ever so gently. "Ah, that feels great," I said. "This is nothing compared to what waits for you, little brother," she said passionately. She continued to stroke and lick my cock, but still never really sucking it. She was just being so gentle and loving; I almost couldn't stand it. "Let's go to the bedroom," she said in a warm tone in my ear. As we walked down the hallway, I knew this would be the hottest night of passion I had ever experienced; I just had an awesome feeling. My cock began to swell even more and it felt like it was about to burst at any second. We stood in front of her large wall mirror and tongue-kissed for what seemed like hours and all the while, she continued stroking and teasing my endowment.

She turned her back to me, with my cock pressing against the ass of her jeans. I reached around her and undid her button and zipper. Her jeans fell to the floor. When she stepped out of them, I slid my hand down the front of her white lace panties and began to massage the great wetness between her legs. She began to moan with excitement as I fingered at her swollen clit. I was so turned on by my fingers brushing through the mound of soft brown hair that covered her pussy. All at once, she wheeled around and grabbed my arms and dragged me over to the bed, throwing down on my back. My cock was standing straight up like a telephone pole. She crawled on top of me and pushed me into her wet love canal. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt. It was like the finest velvet, caressing every inch of my manhood.
"When you are ready to come, tell me," she said. I figured she was worried since we weren't using any protection. As she rode my cock like a bucking bronco, I started to feel a little used up. I wondered if I had pushed her into a weak moment that she would regret in the morning. I wondered if this would ruin the close bond we had always had. But no, she said "Your cock is soooo big," she began to moan. "I've never been fucked like this." I had to agree; I hadn't been laid in two months, but this was the best sex I had ever had in my entire life. I maneuvered her over on her belly, and then assumed the doggie-style position. Her pussy juices were pouring out all over the bed. I could feel myself getting close to a climax as my balls began to tighten and tingle with a burning sensation as I continued to pump away at my sister's warm pussy. I really enjoyed digging her motherly pussy which gave birth of her twin baby daughter .I lasted for ten more minutes after slowing down to savor the moment.
"I'm almost there," I shouted in hot anticipation. Hearing that, she pushed me out of her and slammed me on my back again down onto the wet sheets of our passion. Then she did just what the doctor ordered. She took my glistening shaft in her mouth and began to suck it hard; sucking off all of her own juices in the process. Her mouth was even hotter than her pussy had been. I had never had such an awesome blowjob in my life and I could tell she really enjoyed it. I could also tell she had practiced quite a bit. I could feel the pressure in my balls building and I knew it wouldn't be long before it was all over. She sucked for another five minutes, which seemed like hours, and then my cock erupted.
My cum started gushing into her mouth like a water-hose. She kept right on sucking and pumping as my cum filled her mouth. Occasionally, in between spurts, she would pull my cock out of her mouth and let my cum shoot all over her beautiful face. Then she would stick it back in her mouth and suck it like mad. My cum kept flying out in long, white ropes; gushing like the geysers at Yellowstone Park. She sucked and milked me completely dry. Some of my juice had escaped her lips and dribbled down onto my balls. She licked all of it up. It felt like I had cum a gallon's worth.
"Your come tastes so sweet," she said, as she licked the remaining drops from her fingers, "It's just like honey." I had just fucked my sister and it was mind-blowing. Even better, she loved it too. We soon fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke the next morning to another incredible blowjob. This time, it was real soft and sweet; she didn't suck it hard like before. She licked and stroked my big cock and when I told her I was getting ready to cum, she made me squirt it all over her face and her huge tits.
In the afternoon after completing my bath I went to her bedroom and found she was feeding her babies with two feeding bottles. She told me to suck on her breasts in front of her babies. I enjoyed her hot and testy milk for long. I was thrusting to her chest with my mouth full of her breasts to get more milk from her. I sucked her More than one hour and made her breasts completely empty.
I was in complete love. There was only one problem; it was my sister. Guys aren't supposed to have feelings like this about their sister. Was something wrong with me? But how could I let the best cocksucker in the world get away? That evening, we got in bed again and she laid down, flat on her back and put my cock between her big tits. As I slid my cock between her tits, she would lick the head of it every time it reached her mouth. I could feel the surge of cum building in my balls again. I forced my cock to her asshole to invade her from the back side. When I was humping in to her tight shit-hole, her heavy butt was acting like a soft cushion. After digging her butt-hole for more than 15 minutes I unloaded my hot cum deep in to her shit-hole. When I got ready for the drive home on Sunday, I said, "What about your husband?"
She quickly replied, "Oh, I don't think he will be coming back now." I felt the bulge in my jeans start to grow again. "Before you go, I have one more thing for you to do," she said with a smug grin on her face. As I stepped back inside, she pushed me down onto the couch and unzipped my fly, pulling my cock free yet again into her hot mouth.
"You really enjoy this don't you?," I asked.
"Don't you?" she said. "I love the taste of your come. I have never tasted come as sweet as yours. I could suck you forever." She started to suck madly and was creating a humming sound. This time her sucking pressure was so heavy that I could not stand more than 3 minutes. When I unloaded my hot come in to her mouth she swallowed it completely. When I was spraying my come in to her mouth she was creating a continuous sound like HUUMMMMMMMMMMM….. . She was thrusting hard continuously with her face to my lower pelvis area and squeezing my balls with her fingers to get more come(semen) though her mouth was totally full with my huge cock. After making me dry she said “ok I am freeing you for now, but remember you should not allow any other bitch to taste your come. From today every droop of your come will be for my enjoyment only”. I said “ok sis”. I was just about to start my cars’ engine; she ran in front of my car and stopped me again. I was in the drivers sit. She ordered me to open the side window. As I opened it she opened her blouse and entered one of her breasts in to the window. I understood what she wanted. I took it in my hand and sucked it for more than 10 minutes to make her empty while sitting in the drivers sit.
I guess now that is so; I didn't drive home on Sunday and we both called in sick for work on Monday and Tuesday as we continued to explore our great new relationship. Every session ended the same way, with my sister gulping down a load of my hot, creamy cum, and sucking every last drop out of my cock. I have since moved into that little country house, but I never get much work done; we are always too busy doing what we do best. And I have changed jobs so I don't have that seventy mile trip anymore; I work right here in this little town and Sis and I pose as the perfect married couple. Finally she was happy to get a decent responsible husband and a good baby sitter completely free of cost. It was a permanent solution not the temporary one, because no one like to loose a 9 inched
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

My Widowed Daughter and Myself

[My name is Diwakaran, a 53 year old widower, living near Cochin, in the state of Kerala, in India. I was leading a decent middle class life, until my wife expired last year. This is my real life story. Though I am totally ashamed of myself and my actions,]I have only written this, to make other widowers like me, aware of the dangers of loneliness and also the dangers of staying alone with their daughters, during such times of loneliness in life ...........

My wife and I have only one daughter. Her name is Anuradha. Since she was our only daughter, we loved her very much. We got her married and Anuradha had a happy married life and gave birth to two children, within the next 4 years. In a car accident, her husband passed away and my daughter became a widow at just 22 years of age. My daughter stayed from January 2006 with her in-laws. As they lived in a joint family it was not very comfortable. As I lived alone, they suggested that Anuradha and her children should come and live with me, from Deepawali onwards. At that point, from the time my wife had expired in 2005, I had been living all alone. For two years, there was no woman in my house. I was depressed and frustrated at my loneliness.

I was over-joyed to have my daughter and her children staying with me. I had a small house - one living room, two bed-rooms, kitchen and a bath-room, with a WC. Anuradha and her children occupied one bed-room and I slept in the other bed-room. My daughter took charge of all the needs of the house - in terms of cooking, cleaning, washing etc. For one month, things were fine. One day, during the 3rd week of November, when I woke up early in the morning, I found Anuradha asleep on a mat in the living room! I woke her up.

I asked her, " Anu, what happened ? Why are you sleeping here? Why are you not sleeping on the bed, in your room, with your children? "

She replied, " Oh Papa ! There is almost no place on the bed. Your grand-children toss and turn and kick their legs while sleeping. It was so disturbing, that I came here and slept "

I said, " You should have woken me up. I would have come and slept on this mat in the living room and you could have slept on my bed, in my bed-room "

She replied, " No Papa. That is your and my late mummy's bed. I did not wish to be a nuisance "

I scolded her, " Ana, what is this ? You are my daughter. Though you have become a mother of two children, yet, you are still my child. So don’t talk nonsense. From tonight, let your children use the bed in your bed-room, you sleep on my bed and I shall come and sleep here, in the living room. Now no arguments "

She said, " OK Papa. But, I don’t want you to sleep on the floor. If you insist that I should sleep on your bed, then I have an idea. Look Papa, is it OK with you, if I come and sleep on your bed, along side with you? After all I am your daughter and have slept on your bed along side you, so many times, during my child-hood "

I replied, " OK Anu, from tonight, after putting your children to sleep in their room, you come and sleep on my bed, beside me ! Happy now? "

She replied happily, " Yes Papa. Like old times. I can still recollect all those nights during my child-hood, when I used to sleep next to you and you used to tell me stories! "

That night, after dinner, I went to my bed and lay down on one side - leaving ample space for my daughter on the other side of the bed. For some reason, I could not sleep and was lying wide awake on my bed, in the darkness, as there was the usual nightly power-cut. After finishing all her work, my young daughter put her children to sleep. The door to my bed-room opened. I saw my daughter entering with a candle. She glanced at me. She thought that I was asleep. So, I too pretended to be asleep - but my eyes were slightly open, watching her. As the candle light, was too dim, she could not see my slightly open eyes.

I had always looked upon my daughter, as a little girl. Though my daughter was the mother of two children, it was for the first time in the candle light, I realized that, she was a fully grown woman! She was beautiful. My daughter was very fair. Now with her white saree and blouse, she looked like an angel. I could see her gorgeous breasts, from under the palloo of her saree. When she turned, I saw her large and firm buttocks, from under her saree. I felt my penis getting erect. I had been without a woman for almost 2 years. Now that I was seeing a woman in my bed-room and that too - in the semi-darkness at night - I was getting sexually excited - though it was my own daughter! I was disgusted at myself! She put off the candle and in the darkness, came and lay down beside me. I was awake and hoping that she would not notice the erection under my dhoti! I could smell her fragrance. My erection was fully raging now. Within the next 10 minutes, I noticed that she had fallen asleep. I turned on my side to look at her. She looked so innocent. Though my penis was erect, I dared not touch her. I finally fell asleep.

After 2 hours, some movement on the bed woke me. I saw that, in her deep sleep, Anu had turned and snuggled up close to me, like she used to, when she was a little girl. Her voluptuous body touched mine. She had flung her left arm over me, hugging me. The only problem now was - she was not a child. She was a fully grown attractive and voluptuous woman. And more importantly, I was a man, who had gone without a woman, for two years. My penis was once again became erect ! My heart was beating wildly. I started sweating! I was frightened. She had hugged me out of a daughter's trust and love, for her father. Not out of any sexual feeling. I did not wish to do anything foolish. I did not wish to be an idiot. But, no matter how much I tried, I could not control my own sexual excitement. A war was raging within me. A war between a father's feelings towards a daughter and a man's feelings towards a sexually attractive woman. After some time, she came more close to me and hugged me more tightly.

Anuradha, now put her left leg over my legs. I could distinctly feel the heat from her crotch, seeping through her saree, through her petticoat and through my dhoti, directly onto my penis. Further, again in her sleep, she caught my head with her left hand and pushed it downwards, towards her breasts. Though I am a father and I love my daughter as a father should, yet, I am also a man with human weaknesses. I knew that my daughter breast fed her baby. Now that she was virtually pushing my head towards her breasts, I did not resist. I allowed her to do so. But after pushing my head a few inches towards her breasts, to my disappointment, she turned. She was lying on her back with her head turned towards me, and I could tell that she was in a deep sleep. I lost control on my self.

I got up, crouched over her and whispered, " Anu, are you awake? "

Eliciting no response, I gently shook her shoulder to see if she would open her eyes. Again, no response. With my inhibitions disappearing, and my arousal growing, I lightly caught the top of her saree palloo and slipped it down, to reveal her young and tender breasts, covered in her blouse. I saw she was wearing a white bra inside. Very nervously I gazed at my daughter's body. I ran my palm very lightly over the breasts and cupped them. I got more excited. Slowly, I un-hooked her blouse. Her lovely breasts were visible in her bra. I lightly touched her breasts over her bra. My hands were shaking with fear. But I still could not control my lust. I turned her slowly to her left side. I un-hooked her bra and turned her again on her back. The sight was incredible. My young daughter's gorgeous breasts were perfect. They were large, round and fleshy. My daughter had large, black and protruding nipples.

Silently, I began cupping and fondling my widowed daughter's exciting breasts. Now, I simply could not control myself. I bent and took one of her nipples into my mouth and started sucking upon it. Warm sweet milk started shooting into my mouth. This was my daughter's breast milk, meant for my grand-child. But, here I was - lustfully drinking my own daughter's breast milk! As I drank her milk, I got careless with lust. I bit her nipple. Anuradha suddenly woke up. She was shocked to see her un-hooked her bra and blouse. She was frightened to see me fondling her breasts and sucking her nipples.

She exclaimed, “Papa! What are you doing? "

With shame, I replied, " I am sorry Anu, I could not control myself. After your mother died, I have been with out a woman. Now, when you hugged me in your sleep, I simply could not control myself. I am really sorry! "

Even when I was saying sorry, I kept fondling my daughter's breasts. Anu began struggling. She tried to remove my mouth from her nipple and my hands from her breasts.

She pleaded, “Papa, I am your own daughter. So, please do not do this "

I replied,” Anuradha, yes, I know. But, I am not able to help myself. I must have you now! "


She exclaimed, " No Papa. Please. Please don’t do this. I am a widow. I am the mother of your own grand-children. This is a sin. I can not face them and myself tomorrow, if you force yourself on me, tonight "

I said,” Anu dear, please allow me - only tonight. I am desperate to enjoy your body. Look, I have such a huge erection. Look how frustrated I am! Don’t you love me anymore? Don’t you care for my needs? Don’t you want your Papa to be happy? "

She started crying and sobbed,” Papa, I have always loved you and still love you. But not like this. I love you as a daughter. So, please leave me now. I shall go and sleep in the living room now! "

I was afraid that she would leave the bed and go. I was so desperate that, I leaned on my daughter and tried to kiss her. But she turned her face. I lowered my head over my daughter's breasts and again sought her nipples, with my mouth. She tried to turn. My daughter began struggling under me and tried to wriggle free, to run away. I forced myself upon her, to crush her under my weight and keep her from running away. She kept struggling, but, could not move from under my weight. I caught her hands and held them above her head, while I searched for her nipples with my mouth. I caught one erect nipple and began sucking it. My tongue was moving over her swollen breast.


She sobbed, “Papa, please dont do this. Please leave me alone. Is what you are doing to me, right? Is it not a sin? Find some other woman to satisfy your need, Papa. I am your own daughter, after all! "

I replied,” I know Darling. I am ashamed. But I am unable to control my feelings. I am excited now. I want you as a woman, tonight. I want to touch you, feel you, caress you and fuck you! Please dear, can we forget that we are father and daughter for tonight? Please? I am so desperate! "

She kept struggling. I started rubbing my body all over her body. She was loudly crying now. But I could not control myself. I caught both her hands with my left hand and tried to put my right hand under her saree and petticoat to touch her cunt. I kept sucking her nipples and drinking my daughter's breast milk. She kept crying. I was trembling with desire for my daughter's young cunt. I roughly turned her to one side and began cupping her large buttocks through her petticoat. I began rubbing my swollen cock, on her fleshy buttocks, through her petticoat. My daughter understood that there was no escape from me. She gradually stopped crying and struggling. She lay still, allowing me to fondle her tender body, as I wished.

Then quietly she said, “OK Papa. You want to drink my milk, from my breasts Papa? OK - Drink it. Just leave some for your grand-son. But please do not have sex with me "

Saying this, my daughter thrust her nipples into my mouth. It was as if, she was handing me, a precious, delicate gift. I roughly bit her tender breasts, sucked upon her swollen nipples and completely drank my entire daughter's breast milk. Now, my daughter looked at me - silently.

She asked me, “Satisfied Papa? "

I replied, “Yes Anuradha, Now, I would like to do other things too!”

She pleaded, “No, Papa. Please, Please, Please, I beg you. Do not have sex with me. I am your daughter. I am in my fertile period of the month. I may get pregnant "

I replied, " No. I got to have you now. If you get pregnant, we will go to Cochin and abort the baby. But, now I must thrust my cock into your tight cunt. Anuradha, let me see your cunt now "

Defeatedly and reluctantly, she closed her eyes and parted her thighs. My hand moved to her legs and began pulling up her saree. I could see her white petticoat covering her legs. I pulled up the petticoat too, exposing my young Anu's lovely thighs. I kissed and massaged her fair thighs. I pulled up the saree and petticoat further, to expose her vagina. Anu had not worn any panties. I was shocked. My daughter's young cunt was like a thick jungle. It was completely covered and matted with thick, pubic hair. Black, curly and silky hair. I untied the string of her petticoat and pulled it away from her, along with her saree, leaving her naked. She covered her face with shyness. I kneaded the fleshy mound of her amazingly hairy cunt. I ran my fingers, now and then, all along her crack, manipulating her labial swelling and teasing my daughter's clitoris. She couldn't bear the sensations. She widened her thighs and offered her cunt to my access, willingly. Then I pushed my middle finger into the slushiness of her crevice. My daughter lifted her buttocks a little and fucked back at my finger, exposing her own eagerness, shamelessly.




I now smelled my daughter's cunt. It had a strong pungent odor, which was very erotic. I rubbed my face on her pubic hair. Then I kissed my daughter's hairy cunt and played with her silky pubic hair. When the tip of my tongue probed into her engorged cunt lips, a shiver of pleasure ran through the length of her body. I started lapping at her cunt and sucked up her honey-juices. I ran my tongue all along the labyrinths of its inner lips and on the rim of its swollen outer lips. As time went, waves of pleasure rippled through her body. Tossing her head, from side-to-side, moaning and groaning, she lifted her buttocks and pushed the gash of her cunt at my face. Suddenly my daughter convulsed. The dam inside her cunt broke down, to bathe my tongue and mouth with the flood of its juices. Her buttocks collapsed on the floor, but she didn't let me go. I lapped at her cunt for some more time, till she was satisfied. I smiled at my daughter. Out of shyness, she covered her face with her hands. I took away her hands and kissed her tenderly. My daughter was now still more hotter.

She shyly whispered to me, “Papa ....... Oh Papa! "

I now spread her thighs wide apart and pushed up both her knees, to touch on either of her shoulders. She was almost curled up and her hairy cunt was on top. In that spread out position of her cunt, my innocent Anu looked so vulgar, so cheap and yet - so exciting! I placed my throbbing cock at her little vaginal opening and began to push my cock-head into her. As my cock began to gradually slide into her, she began feeling uncomfortable. When I began to push my cock further, she screamed in pain. I stopped.


I asked her, “Anu Darling, what is the matter? Are you in pain? "

She whimpered, " Yes, Papa, it is terribly paining. Please keep still and dont withdraw. Just give me a moment to relax. I shall be OK and then you can thrust your organ, fully into me "

She had tears in her eyes. I kissed her. I leaned over and sucked her erect nipples into my mouth. After a while, when I saw that my daughter was OK, I forcefully thrust my full organ into her tight cunt. She screamed again. Now I began fucking her slowly. Not the big rush that I was in before, but with long deep strokes. Gradually, my daughter was beginning to enjoy my strokes. I started thrusting myself faster and deeper into her cunt. She was herself raising her buttocks and fucking herself back, at my thrusting organ !

As I was fucking her, I asked her in lust, “Anu, is this how your husband used to fuck you too? "

She shyly said, “No Papa "

I said,” Tell me how he fucked you, I want to know! "

She replied, " Papa, though Vasu was a nice husband, he had a small penis and could not control himself. He used to ejaculate into me in 10 seconds after he put his organ into my vagina "

Now I pushed apart her thighs still further. I caught her legs with both my arms and pushed them up over her head. My innocent daughter's tender body was completely curled up, with ler legs over her head and her cunt completely on top. I kept thrusting my cock into her tender and tight cunt with speed and force. Her body was heaving up and down on the bed, as her cunt received my cock's forceful thrusts. My daughter was sweating heavily. She bit her lips and was allowing me, the pleasure of her widowed body. I kept pumping my cock furiously into her hairy cunt.

I asked her vulgarly, “Anu, when your husband fucked you, did you also raise your cunt up and fuck him back? How many times did your husband fuck your tight cunt daily? "

She replied, " Yes I did. But, no Papa, not daily. He fucked me maybe once in ten or fifteen days "

My cock was now driving into her cunt deep. Gradually, she started moaning. Her body was being thrown up and down, with my thrusts into her cunt. Now she started loudly moaning and biting her lips hard. I could see that my daughter was building up towards her orgasm. I started slamming my cock into her cunt with full force and vigour now.

Again, thrusting my strong cock into my daughter's cunt, I asked her, “Did he manage to satisfy you and make you get your orgasm, when he fucked you? "

She replied, “No Papa. When my husband fucked me, as his organ was so small, I hardly felt anything. So I almost never got an orgasm. I must have orgasmed only maybe 6 - 7 times in our four years of marriage "

Anuradha was biting her lips and focussing on getting her orgasm now. I slammed into her still more deeply. She wrapped her arms and thighs around me. She fucked her vagina upwards onto my penis, with such force and pressure, as fast as I could move. Suddenly her vaginal muscles gripped my penis and burst with her orgasm. She moaned deeply as her vagina, began to release her juices. Her nails dug into my back, as her thighs wrapped tighter around my torso. Her orgasm lasted for almost a minute and she kept moaning through out. Finally she collapsed dead tired. She was breathless. After a minute she regained her composure.

She said, “Oh Papa! Now its your turn for pleasure "

I said, " No Anuradha, I should not ejaculate into your cunt. I dont want you to get pregnant. I think that you better suck my organ and let me ejaculate my semen in your mouth "

She replied, " Later Papa. Now I want you to ejaculate into my vagina. You wanted me. You wanted your daughter's body. Now you have my body. Enjoy me. Take your pleasure from my body. I want to feel my strong Papa's fertile seeeds shooting through my womb. Dont worry Papa, I shall have birth-control pills from tomorrow. But tonight, I want you to have your pleasure in my vagina and fill me up "

So saying she gripped my cock, with her strong vaginal muscles and again started thrusting her cunt on my penis. I felt heavenly and knew I could not last. Finally, my own orgasm burst. I slammed my cock into my daughter's cunt with all my might, for one last time and began ejaculating my semen, deep into her cunt. I finally collapsed on my daughter. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me.

She whispered, “Papa, are you happy now? Is this not, what you wanted? To ejaculate your seeds into your own daughter's vagina? "

I said, " Yes, Darling. You were wonderful. What a fantastic cunt you have ! It just sucked out my cock like a vacuum pump! I really enjoyed "

She said, " Papa, I hope this is the last time, that you are doing this to me. I am your daughter. What will happen, if people come to know! "

I replied, " Anuradha don’t be silly. You enjoyed my cock, as much as I enjoyed your cunt. You are a widow. But, you are also a healthy young girl, whose cunt regularly needs satisfaction, from a strong cock. So, from tonight, I will not only be your father, but also your lover, who will fuck you regularly and keep your amazing cunt satisfied. You will be my daughter and my mistress. So whenever, you want to get fucked, just call me "

She said, " But Papa, what about our neighbors and my children ? I am worried! "

I mischieviously replied, " Anu, For the neighbors, we will be what we are. A widowed daughter, being taken care of, by her own father. Your children are too small for them to know anything. And anyway, put them to sleep in their rooms and then come here to my bed every night. Then we can fuck late into the nights. So everything would be OK. Dont worry! OK? Do you agree to be my mistress "

She shyly replied, “OK Papa "

I pushed two of my fingers into my daughter's slushy, semen filled cunt and said, “Good. Now my lovely little daughter cum mistress, from tonight - your young and tender body is for my pleasure. Your daddy's pleasure. So, from tonight, no shaving. I want to see thick hair, not only on your tight cunt, but also in your arm-pits, anus and legs. That’s how I want my mistress. All hairy. For my personal pleasure. OK ? And later, on another night, I want to push my cock and pour my seeds into your anal hole too ! "

She shyly replied, " OK Papa, if that is how you want me - all hairy - I shall grow hair all over my body, for your pleasure. Do, whatever you want with my body and take your pleasure. I am your own daughter, after all!!! "


(END)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

DHOBI KI DUDH





This happened when I was recovering from a bout of flu and was
resting at home. My wife works and would leave me to rest and attend
to the odd chores at home. Basically there was a dusting woman who
would come and clean the house and an Iron man who would collect
clothes for ironing. After I bid goodbye to my wife I went to the
toilet to shave. I was into my second course when suddenly the
doorbell rang. "Just coming", I shouted for the benefit of the
person at the door. I put on my dressing gown and walked right to
the door only to see a maid standing at the door. As I opened the
door she broke into a giggle on seeing my face with some shaving
cream.

" Kabhi kisi ko shaving karte nahin dekha kya?" I snubbed her asking
of she had never seen a man shaving before this. She asked for the
clothes for ironing. I had never seen this woman and asked for
Ashok, the regular ironing guy. She said, "Sahib, wo ghar gaye hai
mai uski biwi hun aur kapre press karungi" She told me that she was
his wife and will iron clothes as he was away to the village. Asking
her to come inside, I went to get the clothes. She was standing at
the door and I asked her to come inside and shut the door, as there
was a slight breeze and I did not want to aggravate my situation,
she shut the door behind her. As I gave her the clothes her hand
came in touch with mine, it was WARM and I felt shivers down my
spine. She paid no attention and was busy counting the clothes.
Suddenly I felt the urge to go take a shag. The heat of her hands
had excited me in a strange way. "Jaldi Kar muje tayar hona hai.
Tera nam kya hai?

"Rupa, babu ji" and she pulled her sari slightly to sit down on the
floor as she did her sari pallu moved to one side reveling her deep
cleavage. Her blouse was at least two sizes small but also wet right
in front of her nipples. Her sight was a turn-on and I was up under
my gown saluting this strange lady. I was naked under the gown and
was finding it difficult to hid MY movements under it.

So I sat down on the sofa next to her. I realized I had to get a
conversation going so I asked her why was her blouse wet, she looked
down innocently at her wetness and then turned to look at me red in
embarrassment. As she did she lost her balance and fell on my right
foot parked unintentionally behind her. I happily supported her with
my hands only this time I was touching her bare abdomen helping her
gain balance. "Are, tera badan to mere badan se bhi garam
hai?" "Bukhar hai kya?" I enquired trying to sound concerned.

She straightened hiding her blush and rearranged her sari pallu to
cover herself, and begin counting the clothes again. But my position
was miserable. "Kya to akele rahe gi?" My foot was under her
buttocks; she was literally sitting on it. I would caress her
buttocks when she moved trying to get the clothes together. "Kya
kare, rehna parta hai. Meri to 6 mahena ke bacchi bhi hai sath". The
picture became clear, she had just finished feeding her baby. "Kahan
hai woo ?" I enquired. "So rahi hai", she said. Giving me her diary
to write the counted clothes in. Once again her fingers touched mine
and this time she looked into my face a smiled. "Aap ke bhi to garam
hain." "Mujeh to bukhar hai, Tere hath kyun garam hain." I
asked "Kya bat hai ?" "Dekh mare tere se thande hain", I said taking
both her hands in mine.

"Aap ka sharer to bilkul thanda hai, Sahib". She sounded concerned
and put her palm on my forehead to check. "Pasena kyon aa raha
hai ?" she enquired and took her pallu to wipe the sweat from my
face and forehead. I realized this was my chance and feigned fatigue
and pretended to become weak, "Rupa, kya tu mere liya ek cup chay
bana de gi. Mujhe bahut kamzori mehsus ho rahi hai ? What did this
woman know that it was the situation that was making me sweat.

As she went to the kitchen asking me to sit tight and relax my mind
started working overtime on what to do next? I realized that with a
little coaxing I could get this HOT – POT….Oh ! I wanted this one.
While she was busy making tea for me my mind was racing planning the
next move. I laid myself on the sofa, where I had been sitting.
Arranging my gown in such a way that one of my leg was exposed right
up to my thigh. She returned with a cup in her hand, and found my
eyes shut. As She came closer, I saw her eyes open wide in shock
seeing my bare legs. I was watching from under closed eyes, her hand
covers her mouth in astonishment. She kept the cup on the table and
said "Sahib Ji – utho, chai ban gaye."

I continued to keep my eyes closed she kept hers on my thigh. The
gown slipped further reveling some of my groin. She tried stopping
the slide of my gown but missed it and her hand came in contact with
my flesh. I was erect, her first reaction was to move away but then
she stared at the raised portion of my gown that was now twitching.
Slowly her hand went under it and took hold of it. Friends I am 6' +
and well built with a 6.5" and 2.5" wide tool, the very size and
made her sigh. Suddenly she let me free, a little confused even
though excited she was not sure of my reaction. My eyes were shut,
she looked at my face as once again she put her fingers around my
Jumbo, which was absolute action mode. She got it back into her
hands and as I widened my legs she could see my balls, her breath by
now was coming out heavy and her tongue often wetting her parched
lips. Her other hand came around to caress my balls. She sat on the
floor near the sofa and continued fumbling with her hands on me.
While one hand went up and down on my dick the other roamed around
my legs, thighs, groin, testicles all over.

Suddenly the bell rang and startled she almost fell on the floor. I
caught her by her arm and stopped her fall as I kept my fingers on
my lips asking her to remain quiet. Arranging my gown I stood up and
opened the door to see the cleaning woman there. I told her that I
was in my bath and that she should come sometime later before
bolting the door for the first time.

She in the meanwhile was picking up the bundle of clothes and was
ready to leave. Kahan ja rahi hai Rupa ? I asked holding her by her
waist. "Nahi.. nahin muje jane do sahib", she started to protest.
Abhi tak to TOO maje le rahi the, abhi achanak yeh jane ke kya bat
yad aay gaye." I asked. But soon her pallu fell and this made me
mad. But she would not let me touch her so I pushed her against the
wall and as she tried to balance herself with her hands, I grabbed
at her blouse that held her breast with hooks in front. The
suddenness of the move snapped three out of four hooks and now her
blouse was hanging on the last one.

"Yeh kya kiya aapne ?" She asked. "Wohi jo tum mere lund ke sat itni
der se kar rahi thi", I replied. She found her self cornered and was
also so she realized there was no getting away. "Sahib aap ne mujeh
dekha tha hat lagate hue". She asked. I nodded and she blushed red.
My peter was saluting again this time hitting her buttocks as I
embraced her from the back. One of her breast had popped out of her
blouse and was dripping some milk and as soon as I felt the wetness
on my palm I asked her, "Rupa, mujeh doodh pilaogi ?" "Na, na she
made a feeble protest. Her own excitement making things difficult
for her. Before she could confirm anything I had her facing me with
her oozing breast in my mouth.

Never had I been able to experience this before, my own wife was a
little stuck up about such issue and a nursing mother was not easy
to come by. The feeling was incredible warm, wet and strangely sweet
fluid. I was sucking at her boobs like a mad man. The other hand
massaging her other breast and pressing her buttocks close and hard
to my crotch.

Ummmn….. Ummmn…. Aahh…aahh were the only sounds she was mumbling
getting a little hysterical. I asked her to keep her voice down and
took her into the guest room. "Ashoak ne akhri bar there sath kab
sambandh kiya tha ?" I asked. " Ek sal se jyada ho gaya, jab mere
pet me bacha tha us ne muj se sambhog rakhna band kar diya." She
explained holding onto my head. "Aaur joor se chusoo…mera choochi ko".
She told me that her husband did not approve making love to her
while she was still breastfeeding their child. "Laken aap jesi choos
rahe hain muje bahut aachha lag raha hai, aab doosre wale ko bhi
choso na", pleading she gave her other breast. "Woh to pagal hai", I
said "Tuje fikar karne ke zarurat nahi hai ab. Mere pass aa key dudh pilaya jaya
ker".

In the mirror of our guest room I could see this rather dark but
strangely attractive maid with stark red lipstick and a red sindoor,
eyes shut tight biting her lower lip as I let my hands roam around
unobtrusively anywhere…oh ! everywhere. . Her pelvis was now shaking
and her hips hitting my crotch with force and crushing my manhood
desperately trying to make a deeper contact. The poor thing was
starved for it and made no effort to hide her eagerness.

I lifted her on the study table pushing her sari and the petticoat
underneath up. She really looked a sight with a blouse still hanging
on her shoulders, large breasts dripping milk that I had just
feasted on. I found her not wearing a panty, which excited me,
further as I spread her legs. Her bush was thick and it took me a
while finding her love nest which was already dripping with her pre
cum. "Bahut Pyasi hai ?" I asked and she simply pulled me face onto
her breast urging me to suck her more. Mujhay dudh pura khali kardo na babuji. I obliged without any
hesitation and used my thumb to tickle her clitoris. The moment I
touched she shrieked "Ooue Ma!!!! Han, han ha...nn bahuuuut mazzza
aaa raha hai." before she could utter another word I crushed her
lips with a deep throat kiss. She was swallowing for air and
whispering "bus aur nahi seh paongi"

I told her this was only the beginning. My peter in the mean while
was hitting the side of the table, which now was beginning to hurt.
But I wanted her to remember this one session with me all her life
and really did not bother. My lips trailed kisses on her chin, neck
shoulders, breast, and midriff till I reached her navel. My
forefinger & middle finger now replaced my thumb and were together
penetrating her hot depths. The insides had been flooded and it was
beginning to drop on the table too. As I licked inside her navel she
again mumbled something, so I let my left palm cover her mouth,
continuing to kiss and lick her navel I allowed my right thumb to
start tickling her anus as my fingers continued their pounding of
her "choot". Things were really getting wetter inside – my fingers
finding her G-Spot and twisting it between them. My thumb
stimulating her clitoris, she swallowed hard biting into my palm
before shuddering into another orgasm.

I kept finger her and brought my mouth down to drink her overflowing
juices. "Yeh to mere sath kabhi bhi nahi hua, Sahib." The doorbell
rang, we heard someone call out "ma - O' ma".

"Sahib, mera beta aya hai mujhe jana hoga". Wrapping her pallu
around her open blouse was the only way she could cover her aroused
plight, she rushed out with the "bundles of clothes" in front of her
breast making a solid line of visual defence. I pulled her back in
my arms at the door and planted a deep kiss on her now so yielding
lips that tasted blood. "Main tujhe nahin jane doonga." I said
digging both my hands into her soft and yielding buttocks.

Sahib, mujeh aapne beta se press shoro to karwane do – adhe
ghante me wapis aate hon.".

When I closed the door shut I saw my palm, the bitch had bitten into
it and there was blood - this was something I had never realized but
suddenly I found the idea of being bitten exciting - this one was
hot really hot.... !
The WAIT was long. But . . . .

She did not return. The excitement got me to shag a couple of time
before I finally had my bath. It was lunchtime so I grabbed
something to eat and went to relax on my bed watching TV. I do not
know when I went off to sleep, but the ringing of the bell woke me
up. I walked up to the door to open and realized it was almost three
in the evening. There she was standing with her nephew at the door
with the "gatari" of ironed clothes on her head. As I opened the
door I heard her telling the child that "Babu ji khabi bhi mujhe
bulwa de to aak kar batana zarur. Enhone Kapre dhulwane hain kuch
dino ke liye"

She walked provocatively past me and laid the clothes on the sofa in
the drawing room. "Accha beta ab tu chala ja aur baki kapre bandh bandh
ker sab ke ghar de aur press ko thanda kar – koyla bahar pekhna.,
mein sahib ke kapre dho ker aate hun". "Aur sun Munee rone lage to
god me utha ker gui ka dudh khila dena, mai aj usay apna dudh nahi khila paoungi, accha ?", she added as the door closed
behind her.

I caught her by her hair that was tied and pulled her toward the
study – room. "Dard ho raha hai sahib, Itne jor se mat kheencho",
she pleaded. "Accha jab to ne muje hath me kata tab kuch nahin hua",
showing my bitten palm I kissed her real hard. She was taken aback
with the suddenness of my action and lost her balance falling
against the wall. My lips crushed her with a force so hard that she
hurt her lips against her own teeth, but the bitch was kissing me
back her tongue fighting mine. My hands in the meantime had her
blouse opened and were working on her full breasts. The nipples hurt
as I pinched them and she moaned, "Bhoot dukhta hai, dheera, sahib".

Her hips had began their rocking motion, going back and then
pressing against my harness, which after the morning sessions and a
couple of shags was hurting me now. But my member was getting hard.
I thought it felt harder and bigger than I had felt it before – it
was trying to come out of the shorts that I was wearing. Leaving her
lips, I trailed kisses on her chin, neck, and now bare shoulders.
The shoulder tickled under my caress and kisses and sent shivers
down her spine she arched her bosom out toward my advancing mouth.
This lady had real fire inside, she desperately was looking for
release. Her arms were around my buttocks pressing my hardness into
her yearning love nest.

When my mouth reached her nipples, I disengaged and looked at them,
the nipples were really large and pointed they beckoned me to feast
on them. While fingers of my left hand traced circles on her ample
left breast the right one went under the close scrutiny of my mouth.
First I planted a kiss on the nipple that made her shudder and
thrust herself closer to my manhood and then my tongue started
leaving wet trails as it went around the ample terrain. "Han. Han…
oh.. han…oh ..oh", she started mumbling wanting me to take the
nipple in my mouth. I did not – instead planted small love bites
around her breast enjoying its heat and weight on my cheek. My
teasing was exciting her more…

As I switched sides, and paid attention to the left breast, she
blurted out of sheer frustration, "Aap enko chooste kyu nahin
hain ?" she thrust her nipple in my face the thing missed my mouth
and got my cheek. The feeling was gorgeously hot. "Subha to sare ka
sara doodh khatam kar deya tha, aab kyu nahin peeta ?", she retorted
in frustration. But I had other plans, and continued to kiss her
midriff and gradually trailed my lips and fingers around it while
approaching her navel. Sticking my tongue out I started tickling her
navel that tasted salty and smelt the strong pungency of her sex
through her sari. My mouth was now busy just above the folds of
where she tied her sari my hands were kneading her buttocks and
running up and down the back of her legs, caressing them through her
sari. She was starting to shiver with passion and her moaning
continued so did her heavy breathing that was coming out as gasps. I
looked up at her and she was quiet a sight with blood on her lips
her own hands on her breasts squeezing and kneading with her eyes
shut closed to her surroundings. For complete two minutes that I
disengaged from her I could see her busy with her breasts, she was
also desperately trying to get her nipple into her own mouth. MAN
SHE WAS HHOOTT !!

Slowly I started to lift her sari and petticoat with both my hands.
Whenever my hand came in contact with her skin her legs trembled and
a louder gasps escaped her lips. My own mouth was almost touching
her legs leaving a hot & moist trail of breath as it followed my
hands moving upwards. I reached her buttocks to realize that she was
dripping wet. I went close to her moist hairy pussy and let a warm
breath on it before licking some of her love juice that had settled
on her pubic hair. Her pubic area was extremely hot and its smell
pungent it was like looking down inside a volcano inside a dense
forest. Her pussy lips twitched in anticipation. My hands continued
to caress her silken thigh, soft and a little fleshy close to her
hips. This was heaven I thought and new that this woman was mine for
as long as I wanted her. I realized most of what I was doing had
never been done to her before besides she had no-sex for more than a
year. As I started to lick her thighs around her knees she almost
buckled and fell down. Down came her hands and rested on my shoulder
as I continued to sit on my knees and let my mouth and hands give
her pleasures. Her heavy breasts were now against my head and their
warm, soft and swollen feel was enough to drive me faster towards
her core. I opened the folds of her vagina and started to massage
the entrance with the help of my hand. Her clit was erect and stood
out from behind the folds and my tongue went straight for it as I
licked it she shuddered into a big orgasm. Her hands holding her
breast to my head and her hips thrusting into my mouth as if asking
me to drink her dry.

"Mar gaye mein. – Kya kare rahe ho aap ?" Mujse raha nahi jata babu
ji aab to mat satao mujhe or mujko chod do", hearing her desperate
plea for a fuck. As I placed my lips close to her vaginal lips – she
started to come again this time discharge with a greater force and
mumbling "Hey Ma yeh kya ho gaya mujhe ?" Oh…..Ohhhhhhhh.
aaaaa…….ahhhhhhhhnn. Haaannn.. Haaaannnn – yeh kya kiya tone
babu…..OOOhhhhhhhhhh ….. aaahhhh.

I lifted her on my shoulder and carried her to our guest room. On
the was I opened my shorts and let them fall as we reached that
room. I drew all curtains, switched on the music system to cover for
any unwarranted sounds that this bitch might come out with and then
disrobed her. I went and stood next to her and pushed my dick into
her face. She looked at me questioningly and I ordered "Choos ese,
aur badhiya choos taki main teri choot hke ache khatir kar
sakoon.". "Mene kabhi nahi choosa, Sahib." She said reluctantly
taking me inside her mouth. What followed after this was extremely
pleasurable as I had a amature cock sucker trying hard to please me.
Her rustic approach and her seeking eyes trying hard to reciprocate
the goodness of my foreplay. Things got the better of me and I
pushed her back on the bed and mounted her, my penis helped by her
eager hands into her warm wetness.
She cried a little as I made my first push and I realized that she
may be tight because of lack of action in the past year. The very
thought of a tight pussy excited me and made me push harder, my hand
went to cover her mouth and though it managed to suppress her scream
it got bitten hard in the process. This excited the animal in me and
during this session went after her milk laden breasts. I started
sucking on them hard, drawing all the milk I could. While my hips
had now taken a rhythm which was being met by her tight pussy. She
was throwing her head from side to side and mumbling animated
sounds. " Hanh …hanh.. inhe aur joor se kato… choos lo mera stono
ko..khatam kar do mera doodh par…….. she said – mujhe itne jor se
chodo ke meri phat jayege." "Ooie Maa !"

As I changed onto the second nipple I saw that the first one had
become absolutely red and there were marks from my hard sucking all
around it. But she simply pushed the other one into my mouth without
complaining. Gradually my pounding was getting comfortable for her
and now instead of hitting back when I pounded into her she was
hitting back when I was withdrawing the fighting bitch was getting
tamed. She crossed her legs behind my back into a tight lock and
squeezed her inner muscles often trying to dislodge my manhood from
its base.

Chap..chap…I could now hear the sound of wetness that had once again
started to ooze out of her pussy and this drove me wild. I spread
her thighs and lifted her legs toward her bosom making her rest her
knees now on my shoulder. This way I could go deeper and I started
hitting her pussy with much longer and deeper strokes. A "Hai"
accompanied every push from me from her. Suddenly she came and I saw
her eyes roll up and her hands tearing into the bed sheet above her
head – it was great to see her swollen 38" sized melons swaying as
she arched her self from one side to another. I clasped one nipple
between my thumb and fore-finger trying to stop the sway.

Her insides were flooded and her cum was trickling down the crevices
of her arse onto the sheet. I took my drenched member out of her and
after placing two pillows asked her to lye on a metal box that was
3' x 5' with a height of 2, made her lie face down on it. Her
buttocks shivered in anticipation and I knew this one will be the
best session for the Dhobin. I asked her to lift her arse and shoved
my member into her. IT was so slippery inside that I needed little
time to park myself deep. Now instead of positioning from above her
behind I got parked on her buttocks. They were incredibly soft and
soft and the sensation was unbearable for me. But the angle was
taking me very very deep and she was shaking her head in agony. I
was touching the inner most wall of hers and was enjoying as my
balls came and hit the softness of those beautiful buttocks. As I
came I bent down and bit her hard on the back of her shoulder before
collapsing with my full weight on her. My teeth in her flesh brought
her to her another orgasm and she stiffened her legs straight.

Her hands and neck fell loose in fatigue as she just lay there under
me for sometime. "Ashoak, ne kabhi mujhe itne der tak maza diya –
Sala apne apko marad kehta hai or ab kehta hai ke mere se sambhog
nahin kare ga".she said as she came and sat next to me on the bed
now. My member was loosing its stiffness but felt very sore, she was
kissing my chest and gently wiping the cum from my penis. "Sahib
yakeen karo aaj se pehlle main ne kabhi bhi kise luund ko nahin
choosa", "Acha laga ke nahi", I asked hugging her into me.
"Mei ab thumari hui Sahib, aaj se pehle mene itne kushi kabhi bhi
mehsoos nahi kar paye". "Aap jab chao muje bulwa ke mere sath
sambandh kar saketae ho." I asked her to get ready and help me tidy
the place as my wife was to return any moment. Hurriedly she got her
clothes together and went about wearing them.

As she was buttoning up her blouse I could see the umpteem love
bites that I had made on her mammaries. "Tera doodh bahut meetha
hai, Rupa … kabhi .. kabhi apne munee ke bad hamara bhi khayal
rakhna". I said. Oh has key boli lagti hai meri munni ko aj se srif gui ki dudh hi milagi. Mai boli Kiu? Oh phir haskey boli “munni ki ma agar har roj paraya mard ko apni pura dudh pilakey ayagee to usay gui ki dudh say hi to santust honi hai na babuji.

Before leaving she helped me clean up the place and at the door she
asked, "Mein aap ko phir kab meri dudh pila saktee hoon?" Wow ! I said to
myself this was great. I knew that my wife, who was a teacher left
early in the morning at least 3 hours before I left for work and
told her that would be the most convenient time to MATE. "Roz subha
7.30 baje ke bad". I saw the shaky walk as disheveled clothes, which
she tried desperately to straighten.

A little later when my wife returned I told her that today I found
help to wash clothes. She was extremely happy as we had been trying
for someone for months now.

(END)

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mumbai ki Barsaat…….


My name is Priti, I live in Andheri, Mumbai, behind the Ashok Studio. My husband, Mr. Pawar is a camera man and has very odd working timings. Often he is away on outdoor shooting for several days in a row. I have good figure, with 38C Boobs, slim and tall and fair complexion. We are married for about two years, and our married life including sex life is good and enjoyable. I have one 10years old son and one 1 year old daughter. I never had sex outside our marriage,
though often my husbands friends would indulge in vulgar jokes, and gaze my boobs with hungry eyes. I never felt attracted for extra marital sex not because I am religious or conservative but because I seemed to have my urge and desire fully satisfied by my husband.
I am a qualified Montessori teacher and work in a nearby college.


Our area is an old housing which has rows of single story two bedroom houses built several years ago when ‘Andheri’ was a remote suburb and no one liked to live here. Its location is also very good as it is just a few yards away from the Bus stop and a small shopping area.

This incidence of chudai (fucking) outside my marriage that I am going to narrate happened on a rainy Sunday. My husband was away for four or five days for location shooting and I had to go for the weekly grocery shopping from the nearby market with. I got up early as usual, the weather was clear so I decided to go to the market and complete my shopping. I told my son Dipak that before clouds gathered for another downpour (because it being the rainy season) I want to complete my marketing and return to home early. Until I return from the market you have to take care of your baby sister. If you have any problems call me on my cell phone. After coming from the market I will cook and then we can eat.


I put on a cotton sari, tight low neck, and sleeveless blouse. I did not wear Petticoat and wore hipster sari. Weather was cloudy and quite normal for this part of the year in Mumbai. I tried to complete my shopping hurriedly but failed because of the rush in the market. I completed my shopping and boarded the bus for return before the rains started. Living in Mumbai with rain is normal, but I had shopping load of vegetables etc. and wanted to reach home quickly. The clouds were becoming dark and no sooner than I alighted from the bus that it started heavy downpour with strong winds. My house was hardly few minutes walk from here but it was strong winds which was blowing my saree and I had difficulty in holding two bags in my hand and keeping in place my saree.
I I decided to wait under the shelter of a nearby house for the rain to slow down. Rain was so heavy that in just three or four minutes it fully drenched me. Meri saree meri blouse say chipak gai, meray jism ka sub kuch najar aanay laga. Even under the shade, due to wind, rain water was falling but at least I was able to hold my saree in the wind.

Rain was becoming heavier and clouds darker…. I was becoming restless, unable to decide what to do when the door behind me opened and I heard some one calling “Tum Mrs. Pawar ho ?” With surprise I looked at the gentleman, masculine face, and robust body. He continued, “ Surprise mat ho, I am living here for the last over 20 years and know almost every one in the mohalla. Tum under aajao, is parkar kab tak bhego gi. Baarish ruk jayaee to chali jana, ghar Pawar ko phone
kar dou ki tum idhar ho”.

Main bahut bheg gai thi aur phir he addressed me with my husbands name and was in this Mohalla for long, I had little hesitation and walked inside. Oh what a relief. I was trying to compose myself and loosening saree from my body which had made me almost nude.


He was wearing banyan and pajama, was clean shaved about 45 years very well built and handsome.

ME : Aap ko kasht day rahee hoon, jaisay he barish thora rukti hai main chali jaoongi. I am sorry Aap ka kamra bhi geela ho raha hai.

HE: Oh never mind
ME: aap kay karan geela honay main koi apat naheen hai.
HE: O haan mera naam Kishore hai.
ME: Mera naam Priti hai.

KISHORE ji: Priti, tum aaram say bath jao, main tumharay liya cha lekar aata hoon,
he said and walked towards to the kitchen….halfway he turned back and said, I am sorry, meray ghar main koi aurat naheen hai, but you should not be in these wet clothes, so I will give you my dressing gown tum wo pahan kar apna kapra sukha loo, phir rain ruktay chali jaana. ME: Thankyou, abhi rain ruk jayagi to main chali jaongi, meray kapray ok hain.
KISHORE ji: No no Mrs. Pawar, (I interrupted to say, please call me Priti, that is my name) yes Priti, you should not be in wet clothes, you will catch cold.
He did not sound having any bad intention, and I too did not feel uncomfortable. He then directed me to the bath room, abhi bhi meray kaproon say pani gir raha tha. Kishore ji gave me his gown and a big towel.
KISHORE ji: Yahaan koi naheen aayaga, tum apna badan towel say sukha kay, mera gown pahan lo, phir abhi tumhara kapra electric iron say dry kar dengay phir rain tuktay chali jaana.

As he turned to go towards the kitchen, outline of his long dangling lund (cock) in his pajama was visible….


I was getting strange feeling getting naked in a strangers house and the rains falling…it was very
exotic scenario... uncontrollably I was getting horny and my choot was itching. I took off my Saree, Blouse Bra and Panty. Meri ston vari vari lag rahi thi tab yaad ayaee ghor lot ne ke bad baby ko breastfeed vi karani hai. Dudh jam gayee ston me, isiliya vari vari lagrahi hai.I dried my body with fresh towel. Towel meray jism par chalti to aisa lagta Kishore ji ka haath sparsh kar raha hai.. Strange feeling kay sath sath meri choot geeli geeli ho rahi thi aur ajeeb
sensation ho raha tha. Mainay ajnabi mard kay gown apnay nangay badan par pahna aur band bandha. Main abhi bhi apnay ko nangi mahsoos kar rahee the aur mujhay bahar jaatay sharam a rahi the. Itnay main bahar say kishore ji ki awaj aai
KISHORE ji: Priti, cha tayyar hai…..
ME: “Jee main bhi tayyar hoon…”


Bathroom say kamray main aai, to apnay ko mirror main dekh kar aisa laga jaisay koi mast apsara apnay premi kay paas ja rahee ho. Kishore ji ki bed par clean prink fresh chadar pari the…. Man main aya, yahan let jaoon aur aankhay band karoon………… Kishore ji ka lund
meri choot main ho or mu meri chunchi me…… Apnay man say yeh dhyan nikalnay ki koshish main main dheray dheray , gown sambhaltay dosray kamray main aai to cha aur kuch biscuit maiz
par rakha thay Main unkay samnay kursi par baith gai aur cha ka thankyou kahkar cha peenay lagi.

Meray mun main kiya ho raha tha mujhay naheen maloom, ek taraf to aisa sexy mausam, phir, ajnabi mard kay ghar. Main in sab sooch main aise masjul thi ki, main yeh bhi bhool gai ki meray samnay Kishore ji baithay hain……..aur mujhay bhi kuch bolna chahyay.
ME:Aap bhi kiya film industry main hain ?
KISHORE ji: Naheen , main ek department store me jo ki Churchgate area main hai uha kaam karta hoon.

ME: Aaap nay shadi naheen ki ?

KISHORE ji: Koi tum jaisi sunder mili hi naheen !!

Hum log batain kartay aur cha petay jaa rahy thay…. Barish abhi bhi ho rahee thee.. kabhi kabhi bijlee aur thunder bhi bahut karak ho rahee the. Mausam aur Kishore ji ki baton say main bhool gai ki mera gown samnay say sideways chala gaya hai aur meri pink juicy
choot puri tarah say saaf saaf najar aa rahee hai.

Kishore was keenly watching this, a grand treat for any man, controlling his erection. Noticing his constant gaze, and changing posture I looked down to see my condition…
ME: hai Raam, yeh kaisay hua,
saying this blushing and nervously I lifted the sides to cover myself. In this process, the boobs were fully exposed……. This was perhaps too irresistible for any man…

Seeing my embarrassment, Kishoreji uthay aur meray paas aakar mera gown side say pakar kar mera pura jism cover kiya aur bandh ko bandhnay lagay….. Itnay kareeb, meri aankhay band ho gai aur jab unka haath meri boobs kay upar say touch hua to I could not resist moaning…….

KISHORE: “Agar Bhagwan mujhay bhi aisi sunder larki deta jaisi Pawar ko mili to meray ghar main bhi is waqt mausam ki rangeenay ka pura lutf aata……..…..

Me: “Oh ho aap ko baat karna bahut aata hai, main to koi aisi khoobsurat naheen hoon”

Kishore: “Priti, mainay jitna kuch abhi tak dekha hai, tum kisi apsara say kam naheen….

I was red faced when he mentioned what he had seen……

Me:Magar Kishore ji aap bhi to itnay achay ho aap ko to koi bhi larki NO naheen kah sakti.

Kishore: Really, tum bhi naheen NO kahogai ?????
He had naughty smile and was gazing at my boobs sightly visible from the sides.

Mera dil jore jore say dharak raha tha aur meri choot main cheenti chal rahee thi.. mainay kaha, ME:“Such…………..phir meri taraf say YES hai….
Ye kah kar main Kishore say lapat gai, unka khara hota lund meri choot kay
kareeb hota ja raha tha.

Our eyes staring each other and exchanging all whatever was in our hearts….. he took another step,
came closer and holding my gown, slipped it from the shoulder, exposing me fully naked in front of him.



Mujhay bhi andar say bahut chudanay ki itcha ho rahee thi….. mainay bhi unkay kamar main haath bandh kar unkay payjama ka nara kholnay lagi…


Kishore: Chalo Priti, aaj ki barsaat ka din ham yaadgar din banadein…….
His lund was visibly hard in his pajama and no sooner that we were in the bedroom, he slipped
out of his pajama bringing to my full view his huge thick lund….
ME: Oh Kishore ji kitna acha mausam hai aur kitna acha mauka.

Mai vul gayee ke ghar me mera do bachcha vukha apni ma ke liya wait kar rahi hai.
Kishore: Yessssss meri jaan, Priti, let us make use of every minute……

ab Kishore ka lund puri tarah tan tanna kar tayyar tha, main bhi baychain ho rahee the… bistar par let-tay hi Kishore nay meri choot kay munh par apna lund rakha aur uski tip say halkay halkay clit ko choonay laga………….
ME: “Hai raam kaisa maja aa raha tha, mmmmmmmmm. Kishore ji aaaaahhhhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhh please mujhay jaldi jaldi chodo”

lund dheray dheray thora under gaya phir Kishore nay kas kas kay Dhaka lagana shuro kiya, kiya
maja dey rah tha, main to swarg main theeeeeeee……
ME: Kishore, kishore pura ek ek inch under kar day aur khoob kas kas kay chod…. Aha ahhhhhhhhh haieeeeeeeeee. main mar gai……… oh hhhhhhhh mmmmmmm

mainay apni tangoon say unki kamar kas kay daba rakhi …. aisa majay ki chudai kabhi naheen ke , oh ho Kishore ji

Bahar barish abhi tak tez ho rahi thi idhar meri choot ki dhulai ho rahi thi……. ‘THUP’ ‘THUP’ ‘THUP’ ‘THUP’ Kishore ji meri vega choot mar raha tha. Tho bachchi nikali thi apni choot se…. thora loose to thi hi meri fuddi……sayad isi liya itna awaj they rahi thi.

aisa maja mujhay Pawar say kavi naheen mila tha…. Gunah ka chudai bahut majay ka hota
hai….. main teen bar discharge ho chuki the magar wo ‘gadhay ka lund’ aisa chod raha that jaisay abhi abhi shuroo kiya hoo………….. Usnay mujhay kas kay jakra hua tha aur…..
KISHORE: bassssssssss haaaaaaaa haaaaaa Priti mai aa raha hooon a raha hooooooon ME:………………..ahja Kishore main bhi aa gai phir say………
meri choot Kishore kay paani say bhar gai aur kai minute tuk sukadtay lund ko choot kay
under kiya huay paray rayah……
Main Kishore to khoob piyar karti rahee, phir main baith gai aur uska laura haath main lekar sahlanay lagi………….. jaisay ghoray mi maalish kartay hain.. wo phir halkay halkay tayyar ho
raha tha, mainay usko pakad kar choosnay lagi, itna bara tha ki aadha bhi main naheen lay pa rahee the.


Mainay jeebh say uski safai kari aur phir usnay mujhay ghori bana kar pahlay to gaand main khoob finger ki phir meri choot main dubara lund ghusa diya…
ME: Hi Raam, oh main mari main mari, Kishore tera to so bahut jalim
lund hai …. ……..Magar aaj mujhay maar daal, itna chod ki meri choot Pawar kay kam ki na hoo,,,,,,………………. chod chod, chod mujhay tu kishore. mmmmmmmmm mmmm mmmmmmm ah aha aha hhhhhhh ………


Kishore ka lund phir say meri choot main jore jore under bahar ho raha tha… ……….
KISHORE: Priti kiya sukh mil rahi hai tujhay ?bol kaisa lag raha hai mera lund ? ME:…………..mmmmm bahut acha……….ah hhhhhh …..hai …….
KISHORE: Acha Priti agar aisa acha lund tujhay roj roj milay to chudwai gee…….
ME: Mmmmmm haaannn ………jaroor chudwaooongi Kishore ji, tumnay
mujhay pagal kar diya hai………………
KISHORE: Acha Priti to teri ghar me khon khon hai
ME: mera do bachcha hai or oh log subha se vukha hai lakin mai tumare mast chudai ki anand chorke, tumay chorke nahi ja pa rahi hu meray bachchio ki pass. Oh log subaha se akelay hai. Mera 10 sal ki beta sayad ma ki lotne ke deri dekh ke chintit hai or dar vi gaya hai. Mera munni sayad ma ki dudh na pa kar ro ro ke so gayee hai. Lakin jo vi hogi dekha jayagi, main to tumarey jism ki garme or tumare bistar ki narmi chor ke tumare ghar ki bahar jane ke soch vi nahi pa rahi hun. Tumare aisay mote lund aur aisay mausam say pagal ho gai hoon…. Mat stop karoooooooo
ohhhoooooooo hai …………oh kishore phir eakbar, or eakbar chudo mujhay. Mai tumare pair parti hun. Ui meri ma…………

Meray Kishore ne mujhay kitni baar choda, ek say jada bar kar kar ke maja deta raha.

Barish ruk chuki thi, magar hamara mun abhi naheen bhara tha………. Chaltay chaltay Kishore nay mujhay telephone number diay aur main nay phir chudwanay ka wada karkay apnay ghar wapas aaiyee……..


Beta boli ma tu itni der kaha thi, munni ro ro ke so gayee or mai vi itna der tak vukha raha.
Mai bola baris may fas gayee thi. Or tumlog eak din vukha rahoge to mor nahi jaoge.



Almari se dosray kapray pahan kar or mera beta ko torasa biscuit or kake khilake vgaya apni ghar se. Or phir apni bedroom ki dorwaja band kor ke jo soi to raat ko 10 bajay aankh khuli who
bhi telephone ki awaz say……….
Mere Kishore ji ka phone tha……..
KISHORE: Priti tum boli thi Pawar Pune gaya hai….tum kiya kar raheen ho ?

ME: Yes Kishore ji, mera pati do din baad ayaiga, aur main abhi tak so rahee thi aur swapna main maloom kiya dekh raheen thi ?

KISHORE: Acha main teray liya khana lekar aa raha hoon… Phir
tera sapna bhi sacha kar daingay…... raat bhar chondongay humlog tera pati ki bistar me, keon theek hai na ?
ME: mai bola ha kishore ji jaldi jaldi ajao.
Mai munni ki thora dudh pilake sula di. Bas thora sa hi pilayi usay kiu ke mai aj mera kishore ji ke liya vi kuch bachake rakhni chati thi. Rat may 11 bajey kishore ah gaya. Mera beta dipak so gaya tha. Hum dono ne khana khaya, fir mai kishore ko lay ke apni bedroom me ghus gaya.
Mai apni blouse khol ke Kishore ko boli “ao meri jan meri ston me eakbar mu lagake to dekho tumare liya kitni mithai banake rakhi hu idhar.
Kishore pagolo ki tara meri ston pi raha tha. Os ki chusi se ‘CHUK’ ‘CHUK’ ‘CHUK’ ‘CHUK’ kar ke itna jor ka sound hua ,ke mera beta Deepak jo pas bali khat me so raha tha jag gayee. Ghar me andhera tha……….. beta bola ma kaya ho raha hai? Mai hustey hua bola koi teri ma ki chunchi se dudh pi raha hai.
Ghar ki andheray me kuch saf saf dikhi nahi de rahi thi. Beta pucha….
BETA: kun itna jor jor pi rahi hai ma, meri bahan?
ME: Nahi ray eak lutera hai
BETA: “Teray sath Yea letera kon hai ma?”
ME: mai bola yeah lutera teri ma ki yarr hai beta. Subha se teri ma ki jawani lutrahi hai isne.
Beta ko kuch samaj nahi ayaa. Beta mera bahut sidha sada tha. Lakin oh phir pucha…….
BETA: Achcha ma yeah lutera itna bora ho ke vi meri bahan ki tara kiu teri dudh pi raha hai
Me: Beta teri ma ko sukh dene kay liya pi raha hai beta .
Kishore ji bole ‘Preti’ apni beta ko kishi or room me vejo na
Mai bola choro na kishore eak to ghar me pura andhera chaya hua hai or is umar me usko kaya samaj ayaga.
Kishore bola kisi bachcha ki samne uski ma ko chudne me mujhe saram ho raha hai.
ME: Mai to aj subha se hi meri Laj or saram tumhe sop deya hai ab tum vi tumara saram mujhay sop do.
Kishore bola thik hai or phir meri dudh pina chor ke apni mota lund eak jhat ke may meri choot me ghusa dia.
Mai chillai “Ui ma mai mor gayee……………….”
Kishore ji jor jhor chud raha tha or mai UH……AH…… Mai mar gayee……kar rahi thi.
Beta bola “ma tu itna chilla kiu rahi hai.”
Mai boli kuch nahi beta is taraf dhan mat de idhar teri ma ki chudi ho rahi hai.
Beta bola “ma chudai me dard hota hai kaya or yeah kab tak chalega”
“Lagti hai aj sara rat meri chudai hogi beta. Tu ab so ja or is luteray ko meri lutne de. Subha tak yea teri ma ki jawani or laj dono hi lutke chala jayega. Tu chinta mat kar or so ja”.
“Achcha ma” bolke beta so gaya.
Haum log sara rat gappe maray or jamke har do ghante me eakbar kar ke chudai ki.
Sara rat kishore se chudwane ke bad subha mai boli kishore ji mai tumaray liya chai bana du kaya.
Kishore boli nahi meri jan, jane ke pahalay teri chunchi ka garam garam dudh pina chahata hoom.
Adha ghanta tak meri kishore meri do chunchi chus chus ke pura dudh pi liya or phir chala ghaya.

Subah mera beta humko bola ma oh lutera teri lutke chala gaya. Mai boli “Kon sa lutera beta? tu pagal to nahi ho gaya. Ha sayad tuney koi bura sapna dekha.” Mai socha yeah Mumbai ki barais hum ko eak hi din me eak ma se rendi bana diya
(End)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Fucking In A Train

At 5.50 p.m. on a hot May evening I was sitting on the lower berth of a coupe compartment in the first class air conditioned coach of a train scheduled to depart in ten minutes time. I was undertaking this over night journey to attend a business meeting. Who am I? Yes I forgot to introduce myself. My name is sonail, this is not my given name but everyone including
my parents calls me by it. Anyway what is in a name. I am 6 feet tall slim and quite handsome and by profession a freelance commercial artist. The incident I am about to narrate took place many years ago. The upper berth was still empty. I was wondering who would be my travel companion when the conductor arrived with a lady and pointed to the upper berth and said, "Madam this is the only berth, which is not occupied. If you want I can allot it to you. This gentleman is also traveling to your destination". The lady looked around the compartment and seeing me she hesitated but said, "Oh I must get there by morning. Okay I will take it" and left with the conductor.
Soon she was back carrying her vanity case and accompanied by a coolie, who stowed away her luggage. The train started to move as she settled down. I was sitting next to the window and she sat down on the other end of the berth. She took out a bestseller and started to read. I must tell you about her.She was about 34 years old, beautiful, tall, slim, very fair with
long hair tastefully done up in a bun behind her head. She wore a sky blue chiffon sari with matching blouse, matching bindi and sandals. Her sari was wrapped tightly round her body showing all her curves to their best advantage, the pallu (the upper end of the sari) was pulled tightly across her firm boobs. Her boobs were not very large but the right size for her physique. From the sindoor in her hair it was evident that she was married. She had a double pearl string around her neck, which enhanced the beauty of her swan like neck, pearl tops and a diamond ring on her fingers. She looked educated and seemed to belong to upper middle class and moving in good society. To me she seemed like Miss World and Miss Universe both rolled in one.
Seeing her beautiful face I wondered how beautiful her choot would be and I got a hard on. I introduced myself and we talked on many subjects. Our conversation was in English. She was easy to talk to and was quite at ease during the whole time. During our conversation she told me that her name was Kiran, she was married for four years, had no children, her husband had gone abroad for two months training and she had spent this time visiting with her parents. Her husband was to return at 2 a.m. tonight and she was returning to her husband's home to be with him. She could not get a berth on
yesterday's train therefore had to travel today. (This apparently was the reason she had agreed to share a coupe with a male fellow passenger).
While we were talking the coach attendant came to make the beds. We
went out in the corridor. She stood near me and I could smell the lovely perfume she had used. This did not do my hard on any good. After the attendant had finished making the beds he took our order for dinner and said, "I will serve it at around 9 p.m. in the compartment. Is it all right?" We said okay and he left. We returned to our seats. I sat down as before near the window but Kiran instead of sitting at the far end of the berth sat down near
the middle and we continued or conversation. At about 7 p.m. I opened my 'travel bar'. "Would you care for a drink? I am sorry I can offer only a limited choice of scotch and cognac". For a moment she hesitated then said, "Thank you very much. I would love to join you. Scotch for me please". I poured out the drinks and we settled back to enjoy them. While I had finished half a glass, Kiran had emptied her glass. When I started to refresh her drink she took the bottle from my hand and poured herself a stiff drink, which she started to gulp. I was in no mood to be stuck with an intoxicated woman all night I advised her to drink slowly. She said, "Don't worry I will not embarrass you. I am quite used to drinking at parties". When the attendant brought dinner she had had four drinks to mine two. She had been right the scotch had no visible effect on her. We ate our dinner. After dinner we sipped some cognac. When the attendant came to collect the dishes he asked when would we like the morning tea to be served. I asked him at what time would we reach our destination. He said at 7.30 a.m. Would tea at 7 a.m. be all
right or would you prefer it earlier? I asked Kiran. She said 7 O'clock was fine with her. At 10 p.m. I told her it was time to go to bed. I further suggested
that I will go out to smoke a cigarette and in the meanwhile she could change into her nightclothes if she so desired. After 15 minutes I returned to the compartment. Except for a small glow of the night lamp the compartment was in darkness. I thought that Kiran had gone to sleep and I softy opened the door and entered. I was surprised to see Kiran lying flat on her back with legs slightly apart and her arm across her face on the lower berth. Dear Reader you can imagine what was the effect on my cock seeing her in this posture. You are right I again got a hard on. I called out her name softly but she did not reply. I touched her on the arm and said "Kiran tumhara berth uper wala hai tum wahan leto (Kiran the upper berth is yours, you lie there)".
Without removing her arm she said, "Uun tum uper let jao (Uun you lie on the top)". This remark of hers gave me the opening I was looking for all evening. I quickly lay down on top of her with my standing cock pushing between her parted legs and started to make fucking motions. She did not protest or raise an alarm but opened her legs a little more making it easier for my lund to reach her choot. Opening her eyes and removing her arm she said softly, " Aap yeh kya kar rahe hain? (What are you doing?)". "Jo tumne kaha tha wahi kar raha hoon uper let gaya hoon (I am doing what you said I am lying on top)". Now confident of fucking her I started squeezing her tits and kissing her. At first she did not respond but after a few kisses she started kissing me back and soft moans of pleasure escaped her. I whispered "Kiran aise mazaa nahin aayega hum apne kapre uttar lain (Kiran we will not enjoy this way let us take off our clothes)". "Please batti band kar do mujhe sharam aati hai (Please switch off the light I feel embarrassed)". I switched off the night-light and quickly undressed and watched her taking her clothes off in the
little light that filtered through the door curtain and the window. When I saw that she had pulled off her panties, I suddenly switched on the main light of the compartment. With a small squeak she jumped into my arms and said "Batti kyon jaladi? (Why did you switch on the light?)". "Tera khoobsoorat badan dekhne ko (To see your beautiful body) I said". Kissing her I slowly led her to the berth and laid her down. As expected her body was very pretty without any blemish of any sort. Her choot looked freshly shaved and had a glow to it. In order not attract undue attention I switched off the main compartment light leaving the reading light on and lay down next to her and
placed her hand on my standing cock. "Aapka lund tau bahut bara hai mere mard ka iss se kafi chota hai (Your cock is very large my husbands is much smaller)". I kissed her and took her now erect clitoris between my thumb and forefinger and pressed it. She said a loud 'Oh' and bucked her bottoms against my hand. I continued to press it and slowly moved my fingers into her
wet choot and started to finger fuck her. When I drew my finger outwards she raised her choot to keep the finger from withdrawing. She continued to moan with pleasure and started to pull me by my cock on top of her. I mounted her but did not attempt to enter her choot instead I rubbed my lund up and down in her wet slit, from her clit to her fuck hole and back. She kept moaning and groaning with pleasure and muttering "Oh sonail oh sonail".
"sonail mujhe iss tereh kyon sata rahe ho please apna lund meri choot main dal kar mujhe chodo (sonail why are you teasing me like this please put your cock in my cunt and fuck me)". I started to insert my cock into her dripping choot "Oh oh jara dhire dhire lag raha hai (Oh oh little slowly it is hurting) she requested. When I was fully in her I found her choot to be quite tight for a woman who had been married for four years and used to regular fucking.
Apparently her statement that the cock of her husband was smaller than mine was correct. I slowly moved in and out. After a few strokes she let out a loud sigh and released her cunt juices wetting my prodder. I maintained my slow rhythm and soon her hips were moving with my strokes. Her breath was coming in gasps and her back arched pressing her choot to my body. It was not long before she came again. Without missing a stroke I continued till I felt my seed rising and my strokes became faster and harder. She started saying "Haan aise hee chodo, haan jor se, thora aur jor haan haan oh ohhhh (Yes fuck me like this, yes harder, yes still harder oh ohhhh)" and came yet
again and fell back exhausted. At this moment I also spurted my cum in her fuck hole. When my lund lost its stiffness I withdrew and lay down next to her. "Did you enjoy it?" I asked. "Oh it was heavenly" she said, "I am so glad
that my prayers have been answered". Not understanding what she meant I asked her to clarify. She took my cock in her hand and manipulating it said, "You already know that I have been without a cock for two months and was looking forward to being fucked by my husband tonight. I had also shaved my choot this morning, as my husband does not like hair on it. Therefore I was
feeling very horny. While conversing with you I saw your perpetual hard on and my choot started to drip. I therefore decided not to wait till tomorrow but to get fucked by you tonight. I did not, however know how to go about it. I thought you will make a pass at me but you did not. When you offered me a drink I immediately accepted hoping to drown my inhibitions in alcohol and be able to give some suggestive hints. But this also did not help, as I could not overcome my maidenly shyness. When you suggested that it was time to go to bed I was very disappointed. That is why I was lying the way I was when you came back. Then you asked me to shift to my berth without thinking and out of frustration I made that remark. I actually meant for you to take the upper berth but thank god you misread my meaning and lay down on top of me. Rest you know. I was very happy that you had taken the initiative and as I said my prayers had been answered". I told her that I had wanted to fuck her from the moment I had laid my eyes on her. Your freshly shaved pussy is very pretty and then confided in her that I love deflowering young hairless virgin choots and her choot was tight like a recently fucked virgin. She said I should be careful while plucking the cherry of young hairless virgin choots as I could kill them with my big laurda. Your lund is not a lund but a weapon. I laughed and said until now my laurda had cherry of many hairless virgins to its name and none had died but all had enjoyed themselves. The conversation and Kirans handling of my lund had made it stiff again. I mounted her again and we enjoyed a long slow satisfying fuck.

Then we lay back to rest and fell asleep. When I got up the train was standing at a station. I looked at my watch and saw that I had not slept more than 20 minutes. I slowly removed her arm, which was holding me round my chest and pushed her flat on her back. Kiran was fast asleep.
I got down on my knees and put my mouth on her cunt and commenced to
lick it and suck her clit. She got up with a start and not knowing what was happening she gave a small scream. Realizing it was me she said "Rukna nahin bahut achha lag raha hai aur chaato aur chooso meri choot ko (Don't stop it is lovely continue to lick and suck my cunt)". I had no intention of stopping and continued to lick and suck her choot with new vigor. She pressed her choot to my mouth and placed her hands on the back of my head guiding me to her sensuous spots. She was coming non-stop like a waterfall. After some time she cried "sonail ab ruk jao mujhse aur saha nahin jata main mar jauingi please stop (sonail please stop I can't bear it any more I will die please stop)". I however continued till I saw she was exhausted from cumming. I released her clit from my mouth and lay down next to her. "sonail that was fantastic" she said, "I did not know that there was so much pleasure to be experienced from pussy eating. No one has ever licked my cunt before this is my first time. My husband only kisses me and sometimes sucks my boobs and fucks me in the missionary position". "Jaan abhi tau kayi aur cheezain seekhni hain tumne (Darling you have to learn many more new things)". I replied. She looked at me with questioning eyes. I said, "Jaan abhi tau tumne mere laurde ko choos kar isska amrit peena hai aur mere lund ki apni gaand se moolakat karani hai (Darling you have yet to suck my cock and drink its elixir and to introduce my cock to your ass hole)". "Yeh karna zaroori hai (Is it necessary to these)" She asked. "Karna tau hai (You have to)" I insisted. "How can I refuse you and your lund anything after the pleasures you both have given me" she said. "Bolo jaan pahele mera lund choosogi ya pahele gaand marwaogi aur phir lund choosogi (Tell me darling will you first suck my cock or
shall I fuck your gaand first and then you like to suck my cock)" I asked.
She thought for a second and decided to suck my cock first. She must
have thought that to suck a cock freshly out of her choot was a much better bargain than a cock freshly out of her ass hole. I asked her to kneel in front of me and start sucking. At first her teeth hurt me but I instructed her and soon she got the hang of it and sucked my cock like an experienced cocksucker. Soon I told her I was about to release my load and holding her head warned her to swallow each and every drop of it without spilling any. Soon I started spurting my-cum in her mouth. She tried to remove her head
but my firm grip on it prevented it and she had to per force swallow or choke, she naturally swallowed. After I had finished cumming and my cock lost its hardness without a word she got up and lay down on the berth. "Achha laga? (Did you like it?)" I inquired. She said that it was her first time but I suppose I will get used to it. We lay quietly for some time.

I then reminded her that it was time to fuck her in the ass. "Do you really want to do it?" She asked. I nodded. "Bahut dard hogi kya? (Will it pain a lot?)". She asked. "Teri paheli bar hai dard tau hogi lakin tere paas cream ya Vaseline ho tau dard kum hogi (It is your first time it will pain but if you have some cream or Vaseline then it will reduce the pain)" I replied. She said she had some Vaseline in her vanity case but did not make any move to fetch it. I waited for ten minutes or so then said softly jaan the Vaseline please. She got up in a huff and took out the Vaseline and placed it in my hand and said, "Yeh rahi Vaseline aur yeh rahi meri gaand phard dalo iss ko (Here is the Vaseline here is my ass hole do as you like)". I took the Vaseline and placed Kiran in the ass fucking position with her bottoms sticking upwards. I first applied Vaseline on my cock then taking some of it by my fingers I rubbed it on her ass hole. Inserting my finger in the hole I applied the Vaseline inside the ass hole and moved my finger in rotary motion. She said this is nice. "Abhi tau mera lund baki hai (My cock is still to come)". I replied. Placing my lund on the hole I applied little pressure. She opened her mouth to scream. I told her to bite on the pillow to avoid her screaming. I slowly pushed my cock in after initial resistance it


entered and I started to fuck her in the ass hole. During this period she lay there groaning with pain and pleasure. After I had finished I lay down next to her and asked "Mazaa aaya? (Did you enjoy it?). "Pahele tau bahut dard hui phir thoda achha laga (First it hurt a lot then I liked it a little)" She replied. I told her not worry she will get used to it and then she will really enjoy herself. She did not say anything. I had a feeling that all is not well. I asked her if she was all right. She said yes in a small voice. "Do you know why I fucked you in the ass and made you suck my cock and drink my-cum?" I asked. She said no. For many reasons one of them is I love doing it. They add variety there is no fun in just lying flat and fucking. Sure one enjoys it but there is no fun. Variety is the spice of love life. Another important reason is that if you suck the cock of your husband and let him fuck your ass then
he will be your slave for life he will suck your cunt and do or buy anything you desire. She did not say anything but after some time she said, "You are right our sex life is quite monotonous.

I must get my husband to do these things you have taught me". "How will you manage it without revealing too much?" I asked. "Don't worry I will manage it" she said with a smile. Dear Reader a man is but a child before the guile of a woman. We fucked through the night in different positions with short rests in between to recharge our batteries. We also fucked on the upper berth to give it a 'slept in look'. At 6.30 in the morning we called it a day or better said a night and she lovingly sucked my lund clean and got dressed. The coach attendant brought our morning tea at 7 o'clock we sat sipping it. I gave her names of few books to read which would add spice to her sex life. She made a mental note of them.
When we reached our destination she gathered her luggage and giving me a peck on my cheek and said, "Goodbye and I hope you have made me pregnant I would love to have your child" and she was gone. There was nothing left for me but to collect my belongings and leave carrying with me the memories of a pleasant train journey
(end)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

FUCKING MY NEIGHBOR



I would like to share with all of you my recent experience with an aunty who lives in my apartment complex in gujarat. Her name is Shanthi, she is around 42 years of age, and blessed with great assets. She has 2 daughters who are 13 & 11 years. Her husband used to be an association member in our apartment complex and I used to work with him for some routine work in the apartment. Recently I went to his house to meet with him and settle some account balances and that’s when I had a close look at Shanthi, she was wearing a cotton saree and was looking very sexy… She offered me a cup of coffee and was asking me about my job. While she was talking to me, I scanned through her body and couldn’t resist watching her boobs…..and when she walked back, my….. Her ass really made me go crazy. I was feeling jealous about her husband and was dreaming of having sex with Shanthi. From that day, I started visiting their house frequently and over the next few months we became good friends. Both Shanthi and her husband started talking to me about their financial problems and some issues with their parents. Shanthi’s husband Prakash was working for a Chemical company as an accountant, and was worried that the company was not doing well and he might loose his job. After a couple of weeks, I ran in to Shanthi at the entrance of the apartment complex, and she asked me for the first time if I will be able to find a job for Prakash uncle. She told me that he was really worried and because of this they have been having frequent problems between them and even the kids are finding it difficult. She was not interested to talk to her parents about this as she wants to keep her issues within them. I consoled her and told her that I will certainly do my best to find a job for Prakash.The next day I met with Prakash and worked with him to get his resume updated and later forwarded it to some of my contacts in gujarat. Over the next few days Prakash uncle started getting interview calls from these companies and in the mean time my company asked me to go to Singapore for a project implementation. Before I left to Singapore, I went to Shanthi’s house and informed her about my trip and promised her that I will follow up with my friends regarding uncle’s job and call her & give her an update from Singapore. After 2 weeks, while I am at Singapore, one of my friends called me and told me that his company is ready to hire Prakash uncle as an Accounts Manager and he can start his job 2 weeks later.

Hearing this good news, I called Shanthi at 11 am on a Tuesday, just to make sure she is alone at home and conveyed the good news to her. She was so excited to hear the news and started praising me and thanking me for the help. Suddenly an idea popped up in my mind and I asked her what will be my treat for getting this nice job for Prakash uncle. She immediately told me that they will take me out for dinner when I get back to India. I responded back to her saying that I was expecting something special than an ordinary dinner. Then she asked me what that special thing I was referring to was. I kept pushing it back to her saying that it was up to her to guess and started giving her some clues…… After a good 5 minutes of guessing, she eventually guessed what I meant as a special treat, and told me that she did not expect such a thing from me and also told me that she is not a person of that nature and quickly changed the topic. Since this discussion was not planned to happen, I was not sure how to handle and told her that I was really looking forward for a positive reply from her and told her that she can think about it and let me know later. Then I completed the call with wishes to them and told her that I will call her later.After 2 months, I finished my project and returned to India. During the week I was busy with work and was not able to meet Shanthi. Later that weekend, I saw Shanthi and her family at the apartment entrance

And they were excited to see me and enquired with me about my Singapore trip. Prakash uncle thanked me for the job and he told me that his new job is very interesting and his salary was twice that what he was making with his old job. I immediately made an eye contact with Shanthi and she gave me a smile and invited me to their place for dinner. I turned it down and told her that it was OK and silently walked away. After a few days, Shanthi called me to her house to talk to her. I immediately went there and she was alone in the house and was wearing this pink cotton saree. She was looking like an angel and I could not take my eyes off her boobs. She asked me why I turned down their invite and told me that Prakash uncle felt really bad about that. I told her that I have made it clear about what I wanted from her, and keeping my face dull, I told her that I am not a lucky person and it was my fate that I don’t get anything I wish in my life. She started crying and told me that she think it will be risky to do something like that. She tried her best to convince me but I was strong, and after a good 30 minutes of discussion, she finally told me that even if she is ready to give me that gift, it would be a big risk to do it at home. As soon as I heard that sentence, I turned around and went close to Shanthi. She immediately went back and told me that she need some time to think about it. She promised me that she will call me in my cell phone and let me know about the next steps.Two days later I got a call from Shanthi and she started the discussion asking if I really wanted to do this, for which I said “yes” and asked her if she can come out of the house during the day.

I told her that I will book a room in a nice hotel and we can meet their and have fun. She thought for a moment and told me that she will have to come up with a reason to leave home for such a long time and will have to make arrangements for the kids until she returns home. She told me that she will call me the next day and confirm the date. I was so happy to hear that and was in cloud nine….. I couldn’t sleep that night and was dreaming about the day and all the fun I am going to have with the sexy woman……. The next day Shanthi called me and told me that Wednesday will be a good day for her and she has taken care of all the arrangements at home. I immediately made a booking for the same day at a 3 star hotel in Gujarat.It was Wednesday, the luckiest day in my life…. I called up work and told them that I was sick and took a day off. I left the house at 9.30 am and went to the hotel and checked in. I called Shanthi from there and gave her the hotel name & the room number. She told me that she will be there by 11am. It was 10.45am, and my heart was beating fast and I was getting soo excited….. After 2 minutes, the door bell rang and there you go…… It was Shanthi dresses like a princess in a black silk saree with a matching blouse and she had a nice handbag matching her saree color. She was looking tensed, and came in and closed the door. She asked me for a glass of water and I gave her. She drank the water and told me that she was worried if anyone will know about this and was tensed. I told her to relax and asked her to forget about everything. The next 10 minutes we both were silent and she was still looking tensed.I took the lead, walked up to her and kept my hand on her shoulder. She immediately looked at me and gave me a weird smile. I went close to her and hugged her for some time and slowly moved my hands behind. She was quiet and did not move…… Then I kissed her in her cheeks and her forehead and finally planted a soft kiss on her lips. Her eyes were closed and she did not give any reaction. Then I started kissing her lips again and this time she opened her mouth and took my lips

Inside. That’s it!!! The next few minutes I kissed her passionately and in the mean time my hands started exploring her neck and gradually dragged it down on her boobs. As soon as I kept my hand on her boobs, she opened her eyes and told me that she never thought I will be so bold and she told me not to mention about this to anyone. I cajoled her and this time went behind her and kissed her ears and my hands were on her navel area starting to move up…….. She started responding and turned around and kissed my lips….. I then slowly moved her back and took her to the wall and she rested on the wall and we kissed again. I slowly took the pallu of the saree and dropped it down….. There I saw a beautiful cleavage in front of me….. I kissed in that area and licked her lower neck and pressed her boobs. She was feeling shy and closed her eyes and was waiting for my next move…….. I then removed the saree completely and started pressing her boobs and slowly started unhooking the blouse… One button at a time……. After unhooking the second button, I saw her black bra holding that massive breasts……. I just couldn’t control and kissed her boobs and the cleavage area. She just did not open her mouth and was thoroughly enjoying the show. I finally unhooked all the buttons in her blouse, and saw those melons hanging stiff in that black bra….. I pressed it hard, squeezed them and kissed them a million times and finally removed the blouse completely……… Once I took off her blouse she felt shy and hugged me tightly….. In the mean time,

I moved my hands behind and lowered it slowly and felt her ass…. It was soft like cotton and I pressed it hard and she moaned………. I then turned her around and kissed her ears and aroused her…. At the same time my hands were squeezing her boobs and she loved it…….. She moved her hands around my shoulder and started moaning……. I just didn’t want to stop, but then wanted to try different things. I then sat on the bed, and she was standing right next to the bed, and we started kissing again. I slowly untied her skirt (pavadai) and in a moment it dropped down on the floor. She then stepped out of the skirt and was standing in front with her black bra and panty…… I just could not believe my eyes….. She was looking so sexy and was inviting……. I just couldn’t believe the shape she has maintained all these years….. At 42 no one can be in this shape…… No kidding…… She was just perfect and I was feeling so lucky……… I moved my hands behind her and massaged her ass and spanked them a few times….. She was enjoying it and asked me to remove my shirt. I then removed my shirt and she ran her hands in my bear body and hugged me tightly. After exploring her back with my hands and then slowly unhooked her bra…… O’ boy!!!! I just couldn’t believe….. She had a beautiful pair of breast, which was so stiff even without the bra and I just couldn’t control myself…… And kissed her nipple gently…. She moaned again and hugged me…… I kissed the other nipple this time and squeezed her boobs and licked her nipples and made it hard……… I lifted her slowly and placed her on the bed….. She was lying with her panty and I removed my pant and joined her in the bed. The next 15 minutes, I kissed her entire body from her forehead till her feet…… And again came back to her boobs and kissed and pressed them hardly…… I slowly slide my hand inside her panty and it was smooth….. There was no hair in that region…… And not to mention, it was wet……. I started fingering her and at the same time, kissed her boobs and lips and she started moaning again…….. While this continued for the next 5 minutes, I kissed her belly button and gradually moved down and removed her panty……… There you go….. I saw my Shanthi without any

Cloths and she was looking like an angel……. She was biting her lips and was moaning…….. I went down and parted her legs and saw her pussy for the first time……. It was wet and was oozing……. I just parted her pussy lips and licked her lips and the outer portion of her clitoris……… She was enjoying it sooo much…. And she was raising her hip to get the attention of my lips. I licked her for some time and all of a sudden, her lower body was moving a lot and she gave a loud moan and she came……. I saw the liquid oozing out and she told me to stop licking……. I looked at her and she was lying there with eyes closed and was breathing heavily…….. I kissed her lips this time and she opened her eyes and gave me a smile…… She then hugged me and her hands went down and she removed my underwear…….. She then placed her hands on my dick and started playing with my dick and my balls. …..The nails in her hand were making me more aroused……… And she started stroking my dick…… I just stopped her and went on top of her…… She took her hands down, got hold of my dick and slowly took it to her pussy…… She rubbed her pussy with my dick and then slides it inside and took my dick inside…….. As it was wet inside, my dick just went in smooth and I started stroking her pussy and gradually increased my speed……… She started moaning again, and asked me to do it slowly…….. I just reduced my pace when ever she told me to, but then was stroking continuously……….

After a few moments, I was feeling that I am going to cum….. I opened my eyes and looked at her…… She gave me a sexy smile and she told me to cum inside her…….. After hearing that I increased my strokes, and started ramming her pussy…….. She moaned loudly and with in a moment, I came inside her……… It felt as if I was coming for ever……. When I opened my eyes, she looked at me and gave me a kiss on my lips………. She asked me if I got my treat…….. I gave her a kiss and she hugged me and we kissed again………We both were still lying in the bed, and I looked at the watch and it was 1.30pm…… Shanthi told me that she got to leave by 3.30 so that she can get there on time and take care of the kids…… She was telling me that Prakash uncle is very happy with his new job and because of this, they do not fight with each other these days and the kids are also happy……. She thanked me again for the help and told me that she will never forget this help……. I just kissed her again, and told her not to worry about anything and she can always call me for any kind of help…….. Saying this I kept hands on her boobs and started squeezing them…….. She then moved her hands down and took my dick……… Then she went down and kissed my dick…… And she asked me if she can give me a blowjob……. I smiled and said yes……… She took it inside her mouth and did it slowly……. Although I was in little pain, I enjoyed it and in a moment my dick became hard and I got all the energy for another round of pleasure…….. I made her stop the blowjob and asked her if she can lie on top of me and take my dick inside………she said that she was feeling tired already, but then I convinced her and there she is……. On top of me this time………. She took my dick inside and she started moving slowly……. Every time she moved her boobs bounced and that was a great sight to watch…….. It turned me on so much….. I started pressing her boobs again and she increased her movements and started doing it faster………. I was feeling little uncomfortable and paused her for a second….. She gave me an additional pillow for my neck so that I could feel comfortable…… Yes, that really helped…… And she started stroking again……. As my head was up, I could see her ass on the mirror that was right in front of me…….. Every time she stroke, her ass was bouncing

Which I could see in the mirror and her boobs were going nuts…….. This turned me on big time, and I came inside her again…….. I just hugged her tight and could hardly open my eyes…….. It was pleasure at its best……..After a few minutes, Shanthi got out of the bed and started dressing……. With in a few minutes, she got dressed up and she came and sat next to me in the bed…….. She then told me that this cannot happen again, as it was not fair for her to cheat on her husband and requested me to understand her situation….. I promised her that I will not tell anyone about this wonderful day and all the great things I did….. And at the same time, I will not ask her to do this again……. It was 3.30pm, Shanthi gave me a kiss again, and she left the hotel room. I was there for another hour and then went home after settling the hotel bill. It was a great experience and I am not sure if I will be lucky another time.
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