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My husband and I went for a holiday to Himachal Pradesh with another couple, Rahul and Smita. In stead of spending our time at Simla, Kulu, etc, which were very crowded, we decided to visit the interiors of Himachal Pradesh. We hired a vehicle at Manali and set out to visit interesting locations. A local gentleman had given us the route maps and we worked out a travel plan for 3 days. First two days we explored the hills and enjoyed immensely. On the third day we were in a forest area, which was very lovely. At night, we stayed at a forest bungalow. The next day was scheduled for rest.

Next morning we took it easy and the driver was allowed to take rest. The caretaker of the bungalow told us about a temple adjacent to a hot spring. He said the spring is very popular among the foreign tourists. My husband and Smita were too exhausted after three days of long tours. They did not want to go because the spring was at a long distance and we had to walk. Rahul and I decided to go.

After walking half an hour we realized that we had to walk at least another half an hour more up the hill. There was a clean street side teashop and we went in. As we were about to order tea, we found that a group of foreign tourists were drinking beer. We were told that beer was available in the shop and we were delighted. We had two bottles each and I felt a bit tipsy. Rahul wanted to have more and ordered another bottle. From his bottle Rahul poured in my glass and finally we equally shared the bottle. Rahul lighted a cigarette and I shared it with him. Although I had given up smoking long time back, I love smoking while drinking. Since I wanted another cigarette, Rahul thought another beer would be right and we finally ended up finishing three bottles each.

On our way up, we were in a great romantic mood. We held each other’s hand and sang at the top of our voices. At one stage Rahul hugged me and I planted an affectionate kiss on his cheeks. We were in a great mood and didn’t feel the distance. After reaching the spring we watched the outgoing stream for quite some time. The natural beauty of the stream was breathtaking and Rahul sang a very romantic song.

After a while we went to the bathing area. A man asked us if we wanted to take a bath and we said yes. He directed us to a hall where a woman was giving towel and soap for a price. She gave us two towels and one piece of soap. We asked for one more soap; she gave one for extra money but looked a little surprised. When we went in we saw four bathroom doors with men and women (mostly foreign tourists) standing in queue in front of the doors.

We stood in different queues. I noticed that every body was looking at us; I did not understand why. After a minute or so, one door opened and a couple came out; another couple went in. This struck us as a bit odd and on asking another couple we found out that in the adjacent temple only a couple is allowed to offer puja and before that they should have bath together in the spring water. After realizing the situation Rahul and I looked at each other in embarrassment.

He came and joined me in my queue and told me in an undertone “We have two options – either we both go back or we both have bath in the same cubicle.”

I was in a dilemma. As I was in a buoyant mood I was willing to go in and so, I think, was Rahul. But both of us were guiltily thinking about our spouses.

Finally Rahul said, “No one would be wiser, why not have a little fun.”

I felt an urge for enjoying and pressed Rahul’s hand. He held my hand and gave a smile. Within another five minutes our turn came and we took our first step to ‘sin’.

The cubicle was about 10 by 8 feet; it had a large clean open tank fully tiled. Hot water was flowing in from a large pipe and going out through a drain. Inside the tank water was chest deep. Rahul took off his sweater and tee shirt and had only the shorts on.

He came closer, held me affectionately, kissed my cheek and said, “If you are feeling too guilty, you can have your bath in the dark; I will put off the lamp. After you come out of the tank, I will go in.”

I said, “No, let us have a good time.” But my voice was trembling.

Rahul came close and slowly brought his lips on mine. We had a really long kiss, one of the most exciting in my life. Rahul took off my sweater; I had no shirt underneath, only the bra. He gave me an enchanted look and started kissing me on my forehead, below my eyes, on my closed eyelids, on my neck, on my ears. It was so very exciting, particularly when he was kissing my ears. He lifted my hands and kissed my underarms, which had growth of thick hair as I did not shave for about a week. He said it smelled very nice- I use Opium.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and took it off. My lacy panty was almost seeing through and abundance of my thick pubic hair was visible. The panty was too short to cover all the hair and they popped out from the sides as well as from the waistband. I unhooked my bra and taking it off he started sucking my nipples. A little later, he pulled my panty down making me stark naked. I was especially thrilled when I thought that it was the first time when a man other than my hubby was seeing me naked.

He took off his shorts & brief; his erect cock jumped out. I grabbed his cock with both hands – it was about 7inches and quite thick. We held each other close, he sucking & fondling my tits and I holding his cock.

We went into the tank. While he was caressing my pubic hair, I was fondling his buttock and lightly touching his asshole, there was a lot of hair there. The water was hot and the whole thing was most exciting. The water was chest deep; we felt very warm in all senses. It was not possible to suck each other inside water and we sucked each other’s nipple in turn. We climbed on the steps of the tank. I stood on one step and Rahul sucked my pussy from below, which was dripping wet with warm juice. He also licked my asshole and this was a fantastic experience.

We went out of the tank and lied down. I started sucking his cock and it was throbbing with excitement. I went back to his asshole and he almost screamed in joy. He climbed on top of me and entered me. As he started stroking I was in fire and climaxed very quickly. But for him it was only the beginning and he carried on stroking. I started getting aroused again; finally, when he threw out his thick fluid I climaxed again! Two climaxes in such a close succession was a unique experience. Finally, we dried & dressed each other and came out.

On our way back, we drank beer again. Beer made us horny and we went down a hilly slope and found a cozy place under a tree, which was away from any possible human view. Rahul started kissing me and during the kiss took off my jeans and panty. As I was naked below my waist I pressed my pussy on to his crotch and took off his shorts. We disentangled from the kiss and hurriedly unclothed our tops also. He made me lie down on the ground. The feel of cold grass under my naked buttock felt very nice. After long sucking and licking, Rahul entered me and fucked me real hard. Both of us came together.

After returning to the hotel we found Smita and my hubby had gone out and would come back after two three hours. We locked ourselves in Rahul’s room and had a warm shower together. Rahul fucked me under the shower in a semi-standing position and it was a very novel experience.

After the shower we rested on the carpet and made love once more. As we were totally exhausted, I went back to my room and slept like a log. I got up as my hubby knocked at the door. Four of us got together in the evening and every thing was as normal as ever.

This was my first taste of ‘sin’ and I kept this a secret from my husband for quite some time. Since I love my hubby a lot, I carried strong guilt feeling all the time. Things changed about three months later.

My hubby went to Delhi and was away for about seven days. I missed sex a lot and on his return I was too eager to go to bed with him. At night we fucked, as if there was no tomorrow. Usually, after first round of sex my hubby sleeps like a log for couple of hours and then starts a second round. But this time it was different. He didn’t sleep at all and was restless. When I asked him what was wrong, he sat up and was in tears. He said, in Delhi he had to regularly work late night with a lady, who was a sexy widow. One day, after work they had drinks together and both were pretty drunk. At the end, he landed up in the lady’s bed and had sex.

While he was apologizing profusely, I stopped him and told him about what happened between Rahul & me at the spring. From then onwards, we came to an understanding that occasional ‘one night stands’ are not entirely unavoidable, particularly because both of us travel a lot. So, we agreed to give license to each other and to use the license discretely and of course moderately.

So revert to me. I am not looking for sex so do not mail for sex.

Rajeev had another hard day at his office. He was sad and gloomy as he drove towards his house. The weather was cloudy and it threatened to rain. It was quite dark even though the sun was still out. He looked up at the sky and noticed that clouds did seem to have a silver lining. For the first time in the day he relaxed. His boss was going away for nearly a month due to medical reasons and he had time to relax.

Things had started getting worse at the office once hiss boss, Mr. Rawat, had his health deteriorating. High blood pressure and diabetes had caused him many ailments. Once anger had him so strongly gripped that his blood pressure had even cost him an eye. He had only one good eye left. He just couldn’t bear to see the others prosper and enjoy good health anymore. He was slowly becoming a misanthropist.

However, his love for life itself was still there. He wanted to live. So, he had decided to get some treatment abroad. He had to board a train from New Delhi and commute to Bangalore and then to the International Airport in Mumbai from where he’d take his flight with his son who lived in Bangalore. He had got all the reservations done earlier in the month by his subordinate.

Thinking about his reservations, he remembered Rajeev who had got the tickets done. He mused how well the bastard looked in spite of his growing age and how well shaped had he kept himself up by exercising and playing squash. He himself could not participate in strenuous activities as his blood pressure did not allow him. He used to take out his anger on Rajeev by picking on him all the time.

By now he had reached the train station in his chauffeur driven Mercedes. Reaching the platform, he found the train already there. After he got his luggage kept in the coach of the 2 tier AC compartment (although he never traveled first class but still gave Rajeev, who knew of the fact fully well, a severe scolding when the tickets had arrived that the opinion of the boss wasn’t asked) he scanned the list of names to know about the other people whom he’d be traveling with. All of them were old men in their forties except for a Ms. Surabhi S., aged 24. “Interesting” Dinesh Rawat said to himself.

He went to his chamber and started settling down. The train slowly started to leave the station and gain its pace as it began the long 30+ hour’s journey. Strangely, his chamber was still empty besides himself. There were 3 vacant berths still there. Just then the curtain that separated the chamber from the gallery parted and in walked a tall, beautiful brunette. A sweet fragrance emerging from her perfume wafted inside the chamber. She stepped inside pulling her wheeled suitcase with a bag on top of it. She looked in the chamber and said, “Hello, I believe this is my chamber. Where is berth 34 please?” Rawat looked around and pointed to the upper berth on the other side. She flashed him a bright smile and thanked him.

Rawat was genuinely happy to see such a pretty young thing in his front. The wonderful smile she had just flashed him gave him a lot of comfort. She walked in and stood right in front of him and then turned around and bent to get her luggage under the lower berth. As she bent and crouched her strawberry pink top pushed up and a lot of smooth creamy skin of her back came into view. Rawat bent slightly forward and he stared at the white lowers of his new travel companion. He could slightly see the black waistline of her panties as he stared inside from his seat. Soon she stood up and was putting a mineral water bottle in the holder provided in the train with her back still towards Rawat. Rawat was just mesmerized by her beauty as he gazed her from heel to head. With the three-fourths that she was wearing he could see her nice soft calf muscles. They were tight, soft, fair and so touchable. If only he could lean forward and touch them!

As he looked up, those calves slowly turned into thighs and he couldn’t help notice that how much those lowers hugged her legs. The thighs shaped into nice firm buttocks as his gaze went higher. Her pants were so tight on them that he wondered why he couldn’t make out the panty line. She looked like a real strawberry-vanilla ice cream treat with icing of smooth creamy skin everywhere. It was for two nights that he was going to enjoy this treat.

She turned around and it was then that he noticed that how low her pants were. They revealed the nice belly button which had a glittering silver ring in it. Rawat couldn’t decide whether he like the flat-stomach more or the pierced navel. She started to sit down and her breasts came into the fixed view of Rawat during her descent. She was bent forward and he could see a bit of cleavage as her the fabric of her top hung away from her chest. Finally she was completely seated and Rawat was face to face with her.

She took off her purse from her shoulder and took out the comb. Taking the clip out of her long shiny black hair she swung them forward and put them over her shoulder to comb them. She put the hair clip between her teeth and started to smoothen out her shiny black locks. When finished with the task she put the clip back into her hair after tying them into a bun. Then she took out a small mirror and lipstick and started to fix her makeup. Dark maroon shade of the lipstick on her fair skin was a big turn-on for Mr. Rawat who started feeling a stir in his pants.

She finally spoke, “Hello, I’m Surabhi. I’ll be going all the way till Bangalore. When do you get off?” Rawat replied, “True to your name the compartment is quite fragrant now. I’m Dinesh and am also going all the way till Bangalore.” He was surprised that he had mentioned just his first name to the girl like a college boy. She chuckled thanked him for the compliment and said that at least she had some interesting company all the way with her.

Soon she settled down in her seat and took out a women’s magazine. She started to get comfortable reading it. The compartment was quite empty and their chamber had just the two of them separated by the rest of the world courtesy a curtain which blocked the view from the passage. Mr. Rawat started getting bored and he himself took out a novel and pretended to read while continuously gazing at the girl from above or side of the book. She seemed rather engrossed in her magazine and soon started sinking in her seat while reading.

Dinesh Rawat watched in a daze as her hand moved and the long slender fingers dropped down to her feet. He watched intently as the brightly red painted nails reached a strap in the sandals and pushed the strap over the heel down. Same was done with the other sandal. She put the sandals against each other and took out her left foot and then right. Slowly the feet left the white strapped sandals and rose until they were level with his berth. Then she kept her feet besides him, first the right foot and then the left above it crossed at the ankles.

Rawat’s heart started beating faster as he saw those pretty feet planted on the berth right next to him. He wanted to touch the rosy and pink sole of the feet which appeared so soft and tender. The silver glow of the nail polish on her toes was catching his attraction too. He just wished to run a finger on the underside of her feet. From her big toe to the heel and back up moving all the way up to the ankle and play with the trendy black anklet which there in just the left leg while moving the palm of his hand on the calf of her right leg.

Soon he felt that the urge was too much. He was searching for ways by which he could bend and kiss those pretty rosy feet. He casually placed his arm in front of the feet only at just a small distance away from them. He had thought that while changing his position during the reading he will slowly brush his hand against the feet so that it will all look like an innocent accident. He contemplated the sentences that he’d speak and prepared himself for the different responses. He started moving his arm up slowly and surely towards the target. “BLANKETS”, a voice boomed into the chamber as the attendant came inside.

Dinesh Rawat watched in silence as the feet only centimeters away from his palm started retreating back into their earlier home. They were gone and he had missed the opportunity. He gruffly took the blanket, pillow and stuff from the attendant after she had taken her stuff. The attendant informed them that the other two gentlemen were supposed to board from New Delhi itself and seemed to have not got on the train at all. This piece of information made Rawat happy again. He had no one but himself to enjoy this feast for the eyes.

Rawat quickly arranged the stuff on his berth and waited for Surabhi to do the arranging. He waited for sometime but she seemed in no hurry to do the arranging. When he could take it no more, he prompted, “Why don’t you arrange your stuff on the berth and get it over with so that you don’t have to worry at the time when you’re really sleepy”. Surabhi thanked him for his suggestion and stood up. She pulled out a bed sheet and threw it on her berth. She stepped out of her sandals one by one and placed her feet on the lower berths. Rawat started getting happy as he realized that there was a nice treat waiting for him.

She was smoothening out the bed sheet on her berth by turning and twisting and this was making her clothes getting pulled. She was revealing more and more skin. When done with the bed sheet, she said “Dinesh, would you please be a sweetheart and hand me the other bed sheet?” Dinesh was only too happy to oblige and his mood was even more elated by the fact that she called him with just his first name. He stood up, handed her the sheet and stood real close to her. While she was busy arranging the bed sheet, he was busy studying her voluptuous breasts, flat stomach and the pierced navel. Her pants had slid really low and even more turning and twisting now revealed the waistband of her panties.

It was a huge turn-on for him. The waistband was real thin so he guessed that she must be wearing thong panties. No wonder he couldn’t make out the panty line earlier when she was bending. He had seen such things only on television but seeing it in real life they proved to be causing stiffness in his pants. Finally, she asked for the blanket and pillow which Rawat promptly handed over to her. He stood besides her inhaling her lovely perfume which seemed to be intoxicating him with lust every minute. She got down after placing the blanket over the second sheet keeping the pillow. Then she reached her purse and pulled out some chocolates. She popped one into her mouth and then licked and slightly sucked her fingers. Then she offered him one. Rawat was about to tell her about diabetes and say no when he found himself opening his mouth and just waiting.

He thought about his blood sugar level and then comforted himself with the thought of the insulin injections in his bag. Surabhi pushed the chocolate into his waiting mouth with a pleasing smile on her face. He did not let the opportunity go and slowly sucked the finger while she was pulling it out. He did it in a way so that she’d think it happened because he got into tasting his chocolate earlier than necessary. She commented, “You are really nice looking and definitely still very young in your mind. That is so cool!” He smiled and tried to give her a cool look.

Both of them were yet again settled in the lower berths opposite each other. One of them was actually busy with the magazine while the other just pretending. Time passed but this time the feet did not join him back on the berth. He just kept on cursing the attendant. Soon she appeared to be really sleepy. She headed to her berth on the top and snuggled inside the blanket. Rawat felt sad as he could no longer see the hot body which was now wrapped inside the blanket.

His vision shifted to the magazine that she had been reading previously. He sat on the berth where she had been sitting and flipped through the magazine. He opened the page which she had been reading. He recognized it by the colorful advertisement which was on the next page. While reading she had folded the magazine in such a way that the page was visible to him. He was surprised to see that that page contained feedback from the people in which they had mentioned their sexual encounters. He read through the articles and started feeling horny.

There were stories stating how a beggar disguised as a holy man had entered a house and first tricked and then a forced a woman in having sex so that her worries would end. Another said how a doctor had fooled a woman in showing him her breasts as he examined them. She had just gone there for some small treatment and he had told her about the risks of breast cancer. He fooled her and kept fondling the soft globes of her breasts and playing with the nipples till they were sore. Later he even took a big amount of money as the fee. The stories just went on. He felt that his cock was quite erect and wondered what kind of a girl was Surabhi. Was she excited by reading all this too? He lay down on the same berth for a while.

Soon he saw a strap of black cloth dangling from the berth above him. The light of the chamber was already switched off and he had been reading by the small lamp that was provided. Now it was off too. There was only a little light in the chamber coming from the gallery. He concentrated his gaze on the cloth and noticed the little hooks. There was no mistaking as he had seen this stuff before. It was a bra strap! Was she undressing? Rawat stood up coyly and stretched himself pretending as if just waking up from a sleep. Now he stood up and stared into her berth. His heartbeat grew faster as he saw a bare back.

Surabhi had turned sideways in her berth. The blanket and bed sheet had got pushed below. There was no top on her body and her hairs were still tied up in a bun. Her bra strap was open and dangling below. In the soft bluish light that was present in the chamber due to the shade of the curtains her bare back glowed softly. He just stood there for sometime enjoying the sight. He was thinking about his next step when there was a rustle at the curtains. In came a uniformed man and said “Tickets please”. Mr. Rawat, who had been quick enough to sit down on his berth stood up and flicked on the light. The noise had caused Surabhi to stir and now she was lying on her back with the blanket easily covering her up.

As Rawat fished out the ticket and handed it over, Surabhi reached her purse and got hers. She handed it over while lying down itself. The tickets were checked and the ticket inspector left the chamber. Dinesh Rawat noticed the top bundled near Surabhi’s head and resolved to pull it down when she was asleep. It wasn’t all that cold as the air conditioner wasn’t on full blast. The atmosphere was just pleasant. He lay down upon his blanket itself after switching off the light and waited. He wondered whether the ticket inspector might have seen his hard-on. It had died very rapidly once the light was turned off. Too hell with it he finally thought.

He busied his mind with thoughts of his now deceased wife. She was never a good lay. But without her, he had not experienced any sex for a real long time. He mind drifted to the office and he remembered how he used to keep finding ways to touch his secretary all the time. The added bonuses to her salary had kept her mouth shut but she wasn’t beautiful. She was hard working and efficient. It was her wife who had appointed her thinking that she wouldn’t attract her husband. Rawat’s mind kept circling on these thoughts. He was also very excited by the events of the night. He just waited for the right moment when all would be quiet late in the night.

Thud! Something sounded in the chamber. Rawat startled and woke from his sleep. He couldn’t believe that he had fallen asleep amidst such circumstances. He thanked his luck that it was still night and in fact the perfect time to do something. He looked at the floor and found the girl’s purse on the floor. “So that’s what created the noise,” he said to himself. He put it on the stand between the two lower berths and himself lay under Surabhi’s berth. The top was dangling just a little from the gap between the window and the berth. He slowly started pulling and soon he had the girl’s cover to her top body in his hands. He chuckled to himself at the thought of her waking up and getting down nearly naked! If only he could get his hands on the bra too. He shoved the top beneath his berth so that it would seem that the jerks of the train had caused it to reach there.

Rawat got inside his blanket and started wondering about how he’d get the bra. It wasn’t cold and he started feeling hot inside the blanket. He pushed it aside and just stayed inside the bed sheet. He kept looking at the fair maiden who was blissfully asleep on the berth diagonally opposite to him. Soon he got courage and got up. He stood near her legs in case he’d have to make a quick exit and slowly pulled down the blanket. He took nearly ten minutes in pulling the blanket from above her neck to around her chest. There was the sheet inside covering her hot young body from just below the shoulders but he did not want to mess with it for the fear of waking her up.

He felt his heart race with excitement and he slowly settled back in his own berth knowing fully well that too much excitement was real bad for him. He kept thinking of his next move when suddenly he got an idea. He remembered of the blades in his shaving bag. He thought of cutting the bra and taking them off. Then he thought what’ll happen if she woke up. Moreover what will he do with the bra? He finally decided that it wasn’t his problem. The bra may have slipped off in the night! Then it could have fallen on the ground and got thrown outside the chamber.

He took a lot of time in quietly fishing out the shaving bag and taking the blade out. By now it was nearly morning and he hoped that no one should wake up soon. Finally he got up and got to work. Surabhi was lying sideways facing him and both the straps were visible over her shoulders. Just below the shoulders was the sheet covering her breasts. The straps were loose due to her position. He slowly moved his hand towards the strap and nicked the strap. It took a lot of nicks before the strap finally got cut into two. It had taken real long and he could hear a bit of activity in the compartment. He needed to work faster and still could not risk getting caught. He remembered his trimming scissors and quickly got them out. With one quick motion he had cut the strap and the bra was loose.

Calculating the continuous changes in her positions he felt sure that she sooner or later make the bra fall away and with some luck, which seemed to be totally on his side, he’d see some nice breasts. However, he could not risk leaving the cut up bra on her body. When she had turned was on her back once again, it so happened that a strap was dangling down from the berth. Rawat got back beneath her and started pulling the strap. Surabhi once again turned in her sleep and turned towards Rawat’s berth. During this turn the Rawat managed to pull off the bra. He felt his heart against his chest and kept lying there for a while. He quickly shot out of the compartment with the cut up bra bundled in his fist. There were people already around brushing their teeth and the toilets were not free. He opened a door and threw the black rag outside. He had a lot of trouble returning. His face was red with excitement and he just could not manage to keep his erection down. Fortunately, there were not too many people to notice him and the curtains of most chambers were still drawn. He got back and lay down in his berth. Surabhi was still sleeping but she had pulled the sheet up to her ears. The blanket was pushed around her stomach. He just fantasized about the pretty hot body inside the cover.

At that late evening, the coffee bar in that multiplex was almost crowd less. Every one was either watching a movie, or having dinner in the restaurant just opposite the café in which a fairly attractive girl with long black hairs and dusky skin, named Kiran, used to work in the evening shift after her college. Kiran was there that night too, behind the counter, idly sitting yet waiting eagerly for the manager to come and close the café, then to go home and sleep as she had a long day next.

Kiran sighed slight and yawned as she looked at her wristwatch again. Thinking, “10 minute more to go, than one more boring day comes to an end.”

As she expected none to come in the café and ask for a coffee, she started packing up to leave. Her hand moved to her small shiny nametag, hanging top left at her skimpy uniform, to pull it off. She smiled as she just brushed the metal and the first name emblazoned on the tag, thinking how wonderful it felt to wear a name so openly.

She thought, for everyone the first and most crucially important part of the communication was to know the name. And in her case, no one even needed to ask. She had always felt vulnerable and that made her shine with secret pleasure. May be that was the next reason after easy money, to have accepted this part-time job while doing her masters in commerce.

She remembered how she always consciously tried to nudge customers to say their names, while taking the orders. It was a silly game, but it made her feel strangely aroused when someone had deliberately deny her the very simple yet important detail while at the same time knowing her name and calling her by that. She had to then stick to Sir or Ma’am for addressing, and she liked it. Of course, She liked the way that person had exerted the control over the communication by denying her the name. She loved the fact that the person had guts and drive to do so very freely.

But to her unfortunate, she came to realize that many men couldn’t resist to her question, thinking that this was an invite for date, and they would get the phone number eventually after giving the name. It was may be the way that she looked so seductive, or the way that she manipulated them with her charming smile. The ones who did deny her, well, they didn’t even look at her in first place. She didn’t like that though. She, as every human being on earth, wanted to be liked, and appreciated, even after being denied. And so her search to find someone, someone perfect for her who can give her both, was on since she understood the whole dynamic of the situation.

The wind chimes jingled, heralding the opening of the door, as she looked up to see someone coming in. A lady, in her early twenties. She thought again, how she could think of her as a lady instead of a girl when the person who entered looked so young. What was about her that was lady like? Kiran found an answer instantly as she laid eyes on her whole attire again. The Stranger had an aura of power and sophistication around her, and that made Kiran think of her as a lady. She smiled as the lady Stood in front of the counter, browsing in the menu, not even noticing Kiran, who was almost staring at her.

The lady looked up after making a choice, and gazed at Kiran with a small formal smile, saying, and “A Hot Black coffee with no sugar… And yes, make it fast.” She finished the instructions and turned opposite, reaching for the corner table, placed extremely close to the AC. After sitting there, that lady punched in the number on her cell phone, and started talking to someone as she opened her Daily planner.

Kiran stood there motionless, still looking at her. There was something about that lady that was superbly attractive to Kiran. The lady was averagely fair, but quite tall for girls of her age. She wore black formal wear, and her shoulder length burgundy black hairs accentuated her bright face. Her eyes were big, and expressive. And her full lips had a tired curve to it cause of the workload she seems to be wearing instead of make-up.

Kiran turned the other way, as she remembered that she was ordered to do something. She swiftly prepared the coffee with a smile at the pun of her own thoughts. As she finished and placed the cup on the counter, she realized it was a self-service café. She also realized that while taking the order, she didn’t even ask for the payment, nor told her to pick the order up from the counter. She blushed with embarrassment at her own disorderly manner of her work. But now there was no way out. She couldn’t ask her to come and get the coffee, because well, she hasn’t even asked her the name!

After some thinking, she thought the best thing was to go to the lady’s table and give her the coffee and an apology. And then explain her the self-service policy of the café as Kiran wouldn’t want the lady to suffer the consequences for Kiran’s mistakes the next time she comes to the café.

Kiran came out from behind the counter, clad in the skimpy Apron that was her uniform, and picked the cup and went to the lady’s table. There she stood waiting for the lady to acknowledge, as on the table there were papers cluttered over. The lady noticed and looked at her, with a smile, and took the cup from Kiran’s hand directly, saying, “Thanks, Kiran.” Then she turned back to her papers sipping the coffee. Kiran stood there, unable to say anything more. The lady turned to her again, and said it in a firm voice, still with a smile, “Could you not disturb me for… say… next fifteen minutes?”

Kiran nodded. And turned to move away. Kiran’s legs were shaking slightly. What was happening to her? Why she couldn’t tell that lady anything? Kiran was already getting late, and the host of the café would be arriving soon and then close the café after they leave. But this lady here wanted more 15 minutes, and by then the manager would come and see all of Kiran’s errors.

Kiran stood there, at the counter again, this time straight and concentrated. She had to save her impression of efficiency for the manager. She looked at the wristwatch, praying that something bad should happen to the manager and thus he arrive late. Lost in thought, it also seemed to her that the second hand on the watch was moving fast, yet the minute hand was not moving as fast as it should. After ten minutes or so, she had the intuition that manager would be there then. So she picked up her bag from inside the counter and brisk-walked to the lady’s table. Next moment the manager entered before the lady registered Kiran’s standing there at the table. But she did eventually, and then she turned back to her papers as Kiran pulled the chair opposite her.

Kiran sat, smiling at the manager and nodding him to come forward. The lady ignored them both, still busy in her work. Manager came and inquired about the delay. Kiran replied saying that the lady was her friend and they were just having a coffee together. She knew she didn’t have to say anything more, as the bill would be deducted from Kiran’s salary. And because Manager had given her these favors before, he would not ask more questions. Manager smiled and just asked her to finish soon, so that he can leave too.

Kiran took a deep breath, with a smirk that she out-smarted her self at this idea of not letting him know the blunder. And that lady also didn’t react to fuck the plan. But her thought process was halted when she heard the rustling of paper in front of her. Kiran looked ahead, and the lady looked back at her with a straight face, saying, “If you’ve to lie to save something then that’s actually not worth saving.” Then she began packing up her papers in her bag. Kiran was startled at the statement, embarrassed before her, as she knew what has just happened.

The lady got up and walked off after saying, “Come with me.” Kiran stood up, and followed her out, as it was the right thing to do after that lie. At the Door of the café as the lady and Kiran walked together, Lady got hold of Kiran’s hand, and softly closed her fingers around Kiran’s arm, pulling her close, as she said “Wave goodbye at the manager, Kiran.”

Kiran turned and said Goodbye with a smile, as the lady clutched her arm tighter and almost dragged her to the car in parking lot. Kiran didn’t resist. She even couldn’t resist. The whole thing had her aroused and interested to experience what could happen next in this scenario. Lady opened the passenger door, motioned her to get inside. Kiran got in. Lady walked to the driver’s and hopped in to start the car at once and drove off.

On the whole way, none said anything. The lady was fully concentrated on driving, and Kiran was fully concentrated on thinking why she was going along with this, as she stared aimlessly out of the car window.

As they stopped inside another parking lot of a high building, the lady tapped her fingers on Kiran’s thigh, taking her out of the lost state. Kiran was more aroused at the subtle freedom the lady was taking, like touching her thigh at the excuse of talking, it made her feel open to her.

The lady said, “We’re home.” Kiran tried to find the meaning out of what the lady just said.

Lady continued with another smile, at Kiran’s bewildered state, “Would you like to get inside and prepare a coffee for me, Kiran?”

Kiran replied this time, after a long silence, trying to calm down,” Yes…” She then continued with a smile, “but hey, would you tell me your name at least??”

The lady smirked, as she touched Kiran’s shoulder, and then the hairs, intertwining her fingers in Kiran’s smooth velvety hairs… “You don’t need to know that, do you?”

Kiran closed her eyes at the intimacy, breathing a little deep and heavy, as she replied, “No, Ma’am.”

The lady smiled, “Then everything is settled, lets go up to my flat.”

Kiran smiled, to hide the blush of arousal on her face. She stood up and went ahead after her. The thoughts in her head said, this was not an end to the boring day, rather a start.

But yes, something else did came to and end… her search for that perfect one.

They went up. Together. Lady put an arm around Kiran’s waist as they walked out of the lift on fifth floor.

Not knowing which one of the two doors was lady’s flat, Kiran just stumbled a step and stopped to let the Lady go forward and guide. The Lady pushed her with her hand on back of kiran’s waist, this time a little stern, toward the door on the right, as she fumbled through her bag to find the keys for the flat.

Kiran held her breath, as she waited facing the closed door, thinking, “This is where it begins.” Lady had finally managed to find the keys from her cluttered bag, as she walked past Kiran; passing her the bag to hold while she opened the door. Kiran had it clutched in her arms. She felt different, strangely good, being treated like that. It felt natural to her, to follow, as it was so natural for the lady to command. The cards were already placed on the table now, Kiran only had to flip them one after one to reveal if she had won the blind game, or it was the biggest risk and she had lost. While she was thinking about it, The lady had opened the door, and she had went inside speaking a little loud without even looking back at her, “Are you going to stand there all night?”

Kiran blushed slight, and stepped inside the living room. It was spacious, open, like there was actually nothing in the room other than large windows that faced the city lights. Yet it was very elegantly furnished with appropriate furniture. She eyed the whole room from to corner to corner, and there come a strange looking corner-table in her sight, as she sat on the sofa putting the bag aside. The table was strange, nothing she had ever seen before, a naked lying girl’s brass statue holding up the heavy glass top. The girl was lying on her back, her hands straight on floor from shoulder to elbow and straight up from elbow to wrists, and knees pulled up as well. The sheet of transparent glass was held by her upturned palms and kneecaps. Her feet were planted down, toes to heels touching the floor. Her face had a nonchalant expression to it, yet almost close to a warm smile. Her brass skin was shining through the glass, like waves of ocean shines in the noon sun. Kiran thought that her skin also had a brassy shade to it. She would also have the same shine if… Lady tapped her fingers onto Kirans shoulder right then, as she stood there holding a glass of water, smiling and whispering her the question, “Do you like it?”

Kiran had to think twice, before she understood what Lady meant by asking that. It was about the piece of furniture, not the scene Kiran was thinking. Or may be Lady had read her mind, and was asking about that only. Kiran thought, if only she could read her mind, would she be disgusted, or remorseful at Kirans thoughts and wants?! It was better not to say anything right away, as kiran managed to smile, and stammer, “Yes, I like it. How did you manage to get this beautiful piece?”

Lady replied, handing Kiran the half empty glass of water from which she was sipping, “I have an eye for special kind of beauty.”

Kiran took the glass, with a shy smile; she was being forced to drink from Lady’s used glass. They were these small things, which made her tingle in special places. She sipped a mouthful, the cool water giving her a little calmness as she asked a question back, putting the glass on the corner table, looking at it very adoringly, ” What kind of beauty?”

Lady replied, as she sat beside kiran on the sofa, closed her eyes and stretched her arms to slide off the stress of the day, “The beauty which is rare, yet so amazingly expressive. The beauty that lies in every human being, yet just few are brave enough to admit and accept it. The beauty that comes by accepting who you are, and what you want… and be courageous and selfish enough to crave it.”

Kiran looked at the lady, thinking, would she really understand what she wanted throughout her life. Lady noticed the stare, and looked back to Kiran. Their gazes locked the conversation that never happened, yet understanding that was forming itself. Kiran closed her eyes again, as lady put her arm around kiran, and pulled her close. Breath to breath, they remained. Lady whispered, very slowly, barely audible, “Do you want it?” Kiran heard it, not only through her ears; she heard it through every nerve on her face that lady’s warm breath touched. She opened her lips, sighed, and said with her eyes still closed, “I crave it.”

Kiran could feel the lady smile, before she closed in to kiss kiran on her lips, full and close kiss. Wet and passionate. Strong and possessive. Lady’s arms around kiran tightened in a close embrace, and kiran melted in, strangely being aroused by this. She had never kissed a woman before, but it wasn’t strange, it was more relaxing at that time. Kiran was not freaked out, she would never. She never had fantasies about a women, but the thought wasn’t that repelling to her as well. In stead, the happenings were quite heavenly than she expected.

Kiran felt like the kiss never ended, but turned into a hug, as lady pulled kiran with her as she lay slowly on the sofa, with kiran on top. Kiran slowly put her arms at Lady’s sides, holding her body slightly up, not wanting to stress the lady by giving the whole body weight. The lady sensed kiran’s moments, as she moved her hands at sides too, holding both of kiran’s wrists and pushing and twisting them behind kiran’s back in an instant. Kiran moaned slight in the kiss, as it caused a little pain, but the grip of lady’s hands on her wrist was comforting. She loved the feeling of security as she laid so close to her, with her, joined to her by their hands. Kiran slowly moved her head sideways and dropped it to lady’s shoulder as the lady finally let her lips free from the kiss. She lay there, listening to lady’s heartbeats, thinking what was it that aroused she was it the kiss or the hands on her wrists, or something else all together?

After some minutes of silence, Lady shifted her hands to hold both kiran’s wrists in one, as she moved her left hand up and reached to Kiran’s hairs, grasping a handful and pulling her head up, with not so painful yet noticeable force, asking, “What are you thinking?”

Kiran replied, more turned on by this treatment, “I have… never been with another woman.”

Lady smiled, ” May be after tonight you’d never have to say that again…”

Kiran chuckled slightly at her answer, “you have turned me on…”

Lady replied with a slight laugh, “Honestly, I didn’t intend to do that, but as it’s done, then lets as well do something about it…”

Kiran smiled innocently, asking with curiosity, ” what do you intend to do now?”

Lady replied, “Hmm… let’s try and turn you off, shall we?”

Kiran was taken aback by that, as she once more got lost trying to find the meaning through what lady said. Lady smiled devilish, as her slide her left hand down from kiran’s hairs to Kiran’s skimpy apron and her skirt. Kiran was wide-eyed at lady’s assertiveness, and the advantages she was taking. Lady forced Kiran’s legs open from front and pushed her palm over Kiran’s panty covered crotch. Kiran sighed out loud; she was never touched so openly and shamelessly before. She was feeling totally vulnerable, to lady’s touch that was spreading moist warmth to her entire being. Lady grabbed her crotch tight, and tried to maul it as she spoke with smirk, “Does this turn you off?”

Kiran moaned out loud, biting her lips. She breathed heavy at being manhandled like that. She tried to squirm not understanding why she didn’t want to get away from lady’s touch after being treated so immodestly. Lady scratched her nails over kiran’s crotch, pushing them down over her cloth-covered vagina, and reaching up her crack. It drove kiran crazy, the touch was maddening, she had never felt this aroused before. Lady asked again, “tell me Kiran… Does it?”

Kiran breathed, with unexplainable pleasure, “No. it doesn’t.”

Lady asked naughtily, “Why? It mostly does to other females. Being forced and used so unrespectable.”

Kiran shot back, a bit irritated by all the talk, and a more embarrassed to admit, “you know why!”

Lady suddenly stopped and pulled her hands off from kiran leaving her free to move. Kiran didn’t know what to feel, be happy that she wasn’t being forced to expose her self, or to be sad that she no longer felt the security of lady’s touch. Kiran looked at Lady, a little puzzled, at what just happened. Lady was looking at her; huge disappointment on her face. Kiran realized she had just behaved the way she wasn’t expected to. Kiran shouldn’t be rude to her like that. She right away felt sorry for it, as she also admitted it to lady, “I’m sorry for that.”

Lady pushed kiran up and off her, sternly putting her aside, in silence, as she got up mending the creases off her formal wear. Kiran felt worst, as she said it again, “I didn’t mean it … like that.”

Lady still didn’t say a word; she went out of the living room, disappearing in the small hallway. Kiran stayed there, not knowing what to do now. After what seemed like forever, kiran got up, and went towards the hallway, trying to find her. First she stumbled her way into the kitchen and then bathroom. At the very end of the hallway, she finally managed to reach the last door that unquestioningly led her to the bedroom. Here, the lady was sitting in front of her dressing table mirror, brushing her hairs smooth after changing her clothes to a satin nightgown. The room had a distant chill inside, AC it was, kiran noticed.

Kiran stood by the door, waiting for lady to acknowledge her. Lady spoke, without looking at her, “how far do you live from here?”

Kiran was flabbergasted by that question, why did she ask it? Did the lady really want her to leave? The offense wasn’t that bad. Or was it? Kiran replied after some thinking, “30 kms. 45 minutes approx.”

Lady stopped combing her hairs, as she sighed and turned to kiran. “You can sleep in the living room on sofa and I shall drop you off at your place tomorrow morning. Cause we can’t go in my car or call a cab right now as it’s too late to travel that far.”

Kiran opened her mouth, to speak, but stopped short, and turned the other way, with tears in her eyes. Lady turned back to mirror and resumed brushing. Kiran walked herself out to the living room, with tears streaming down her face at being rejected like that. She was feeling so many emotions at once. She was feeling lost, mostly. In stead of sitting over the sofa, she went over to the wall that faced the hallway. She slumped down there, on the floor with her knees pulled up and her arms about them, with her back straight on the wall, and her face in the direction of her bedroom door. The door was open and Kiran could still see lady’s satin covered back through her watered up eyes. Kiran didn’t understand why she was feeling so close to her, that she was hurt by what the lady did.

Lady turned again, this time she saw kiran down the hall. She smiled slight at kiran’s pose of sitting, and thought that may be kiran was not a bad catch after all. A little bit of behavior modification and then kiran would be a great find. Lady got up after a long time of leisurely brushing her hairs, as she had planned, and walked to the bedroom door with the hairbrush in her hand.

Kiran was given enough time to realize her emotions, and her drives. She stared continuously in the direction of the bedroom, but her thoughts were elsewhere. She understood that, Lady had opened her up to new possibilities and then pushed her down to realize that without them, without her she wouldn’t feel right. Tonight she was so closely exposed to her bare necessity… of needing this perversion like never before, needing the lady even it was just the brief few minutes encounter they had. She had always needed the control that lady portrayed, she had always needed the possession that lady poured. And she had understood it, but almost. It was still a long way to go.

Kiran looked at the lady as she stood by the door. Kiran prayed in her mind, “Don’t close that door. Don’t bloody close that door; just give me one more chance”. Lady kept inexpressiveness on her face, as she first stood there motionless, and then started walking through the hall, towards kiran. Kiran’s heart fluttered, “she dint close the door on me”, as she kept looking at lady’s mesmerizing walking figure. When lady reached her, she stood close, almost hovering over kiran’s body. Kiran felt like a small child sitting like that. A child, who wanted to be loved, and cared for, even after being punished for her naughtiness, it struck her, right then. As Kiran mumbled, “Punish me.”

Lady smiled in her mind, thinking that kiran was way much smarter that what she thought of her to be. But outwardly she pretended that she didn’t hear her. Kiran repeated loud, closing her eyes, not believing she had just said it, “Punish me.”

Lady replied, “Isn’t I already?”

Kiran responded brushing her tears off her cheeks, “not like this please.”

Lady smiled, her devilish smile, for the first time after those long and painful minutes, “Fine. Then you decide how I punish you?”

Kiran thought, very seriously for a minute, and then said slow dropping her head down,” anyway you like, just not THIS way.” she didn’t want to be refused again.

Lady crouched down in front of her, raising Kiran’s head, by using the end of the hairbrush below her chin, “I’m a little old-fashioned.”

Kiran looked at her, in silence. Waiting.

Lady resumed, “30 strokes. This hair brush. On your rear.”

Kiran dropped her jaw, how could she say it out loud. Those times were gone, nobody did those practices anymore. But here the lady was, hinting her about the corporal punishment.

Finally she managed, to say it, after closing her eyes. “Alright.”

Lady held both of kiran’s wrists and pulled her up with force, dragging her after herself, in the bedroom. Kiran followed, not that she had a choice, actually she had made her choice already it was just the consequence, she thought. Lady freed her right at the bed and she herself sat at the edge, while kiran stood at the side, not knowing what to do then.

Lady simply said four words. “Lay over my knees.”

Kiran slowly implied, as she uncomfortably moved down, over lady’s knees, raising her bottom up in the process as she rested her palms on the floor. Lady leisurely brushed her fingers over kiran’s skirt covered ass. Kiran closed here eyes at the contact. She was not going to make another mistake to drive the lady away, besides the lady was not doing anything that damaging, kiran reasoned in her mind. Lady pushed kiran’s skirt up, revealing kiran’s thighs and stark white panty. Kiran shut her eyes firm, thinking the pain would soon follow this. Instead, lady whispered, “this has to go.”, as she fingered the line of the panty at kiran’s thigh. Kiran didn’t say anything, there was no need to say, the lady was right, panties had to go to deliver a real punishment. Lady pushed the panty down kiran’s legs, stopping them just below the knees. Kiran breathed heavy as the chill of the room touched her exposed pussy, and made her shiver. Then there was no touch from lady’s side. Kiran waited, and waited for the hard blow to fall over her bottom. By now she had believed it was quite natural of them to be in that position. But the blow never came; instead lady opened kirans legs again, this time from back, as she scratched her way down to her clit. Kiran moaned, loud, uncontrolled, as lady manipulated kiran’s arousal. Lady suddenly pushed her two fingers inside kiran’s already wet and wanting womanhood, and kiran tensed up, with pleasure, groaning out loud and gripping lady’s thigh with her hands those were on floor before, supporting herself.

Lady smiled, knowing kiran was hers. Already. Kiran squirmed, to get more contact, more friction, to be able to orgasm. But lady provided none, rather pushed her fingers in harder, to make her lay still. Kiran somehow understood and sighed and limped down, motionless over lady’s knees.

Lady took her fingers out, brushing the wetness off, over kiran’s ass. Kiran was more aroused, realizing she was being used as a waste rug too. But it was natural right there and then. Nothing felt too weird to her. Like there was some sudden change in her wirings that made her believe that it was right.

Lady moved her left hand down, under kiran’s body; kiran felt that as she raised herself up for better excess. Lady commented,” Very good..” as kiran basked in the praise, at doing that humiliating thing, opening her self at some stranger she just met today, without any lady-like modesty. Lady slipped her hand down to kiran’s pussy from front; she pushed one finger in, deeper this time, almost lodging kiran over her finger. And kiran felt strapped, unable to move, she remembered her earlier wet dreams, of being impaled helplessly like that, but in a very different, extreme scenarios. Kiran just stated still, or rather tried to as lady’s expert finger searched and touch kiran’s spot of ultimate pleasure. Kiran dropped her head down, giving her self in the vortex of pleasure that was drowning her in. Suddenly there was a loud whack and a burning sensation over her right ass cheek. Kiran cried out, with pain, with pleasure, not understanding which one was more intense than other. Lady resumed twirling her finger inside kiran’s privates, provoking her orgasm, as she kept blowing with the flat wooden side of the hairbrush, over kiran’s ass in a rhythm, and kiran’s loud grunts echoed off the blows.

It was more than thirty, the blows didn’t stop, but kiran was above that counting, in fact she never counted. Kiran just concentrated on her burning ass, and her boiling wetness. Suddenly there was another change; lady has pushed two more fingers inside kiran’s wanting pussy. She tensed at the pressure and pleasure. Lady continued, this time pushing the fingers in and out, with the same rhythm of the blows. Kiran lost her self, in dual sensations, both adding into her arousal, like never before.

Lady moved down as she sensed kiran had reached her peak, her mouth close to kiran’s ears, as she said, “Orgasm for me, I know you want to…” Kiran closed her eyes, at the permission that was granted by the lady. Kiran pushed her self back over the fingers, wantonly. Kiran was more turned on; she was given a permission that made her realize that from now on she would need to have a permission before having the truest pleasure of her life. Lady stopped the blows, and just kept fucking kiran with her fingers.

Kiran responded quite eagerly, so close to orgasm. But she wanted something, something more, to drive her over the edge. She needed it too. Very badly, as tears start to form in her eyes.

Lady sensed it, and she stopped, pulling her fingers out. Kiran lay there, breathing heavy, sobbing slightly. Lady turned her around, so that kiran was laid over on her back. Kiran had closed her eyes and tears were spilling freely. Lady put her left arm around kiran’s neck, pulling her up, kissing her firmly over the lips. Kiran responded, putting her arms around lady’s neck too. Kiran’s hug tightened as she felt lady’s fingers, invading kiran again, at her very door of her womanhood. Kiran had still had her eyes shut tight, just experiencing this ride of intense pain and immense pleasure.

Lady fucked her, again, deep and merciless this time. She broke the kiss at kiran’s moaning. She whispered, almost in kiran’s mouth. “Open your eyes, and look at me.” Kiran opened her watered up eyes, looking at her, longingly yet shy and embarrassed. She saw lady’s intense eyes. Full of power and the animalistic primal wanting. There! Lady granted kiran’s last need. As she looked deep into her eyes, lady spoke, “cum for me, now.” Kiran bit her lip hard at this and tensed her body, gripping the fingers inside. Lady firmly kept fucking her, as kiran came close to the edge, ultimately. Kiran sobbed as the powerful orgasm hit her. Right through her pussy, moving up to her brain. And she exploded, right then. Over the fingers of her controller. The lady that she came to adore a lot throughout the evening. Kiran cried. As lady slowly pulled her fingers out and braced kiran close to her, holding her.

Before my marriage I had enough sex through an incestuous relation with one of my nephew for nearly four long years. I had had sex with him till the day of wedding. I carried his seed in my womb to my husband’s house. As a result I was pregnant throughout the period when we were expected to be on honeymoon. Even after my son was born, my husband could never give me satisfying fuck since his business occupied his mind heavily and we lived in a joint family which had little privacy.

The sex with my husband was limited to his raising my saaree and petty coat and opening the blouse buttons to expose boobs. (I did not wear panty and bra at night). After that he opens his zipper and takes out his small thin toy and inserts in my pussy, few shakes and then discharge. This was leaving me high and dry.

Having had plenty of sex in early life and an unsatisfied married life there was a constant fire in between my legs to get a hard fuck… After my son started going to school, I started looking for someone who can satisfy my fire and the opportunity came quickly.

Initially our family had one car which my husband and his elder brother used to take to their business. After sometime their business started doing well and they bought a Honda city. Since the parking space in the market where my husband and his brother had shop was rather restricted, they hired a driver who used to drop them and come back home for any other movement required.

We had all the comforts of life and nearly all the work was done by servants. This left enough time for my mind to wander and think about naughty things. My sister-in-law was also sailing in the same boat and we frequently saw porn cds.

The driver’s name was naresh and was a young boy in his early 20s. He was unmarried and gave hungry glances over my body. His glances sent shivers in my heated body and I decided to satisfy my hunger through this boy.

I had experience of seducing men earlier. Using that, I started giving more exposure of my curves and sexy walk to this boy. The change in his was quick and he also started roaming around me.

I did not want to waste time and one day when my sister in law was in bathroom and servants were doing their tasks, I called him in my room and asked him to apply oil on my legs and knees and while he was doing so gave him good exposure of my pink pussy which I had shaved in the morning. The effect was electric and I could see the bulge in his pants. I took his hand in my hands and raised it till his fingers were touching my moist pussy lips. The boy got the message and started rubbing my pussy and soon located my clit and his fingers were giving me much wanted pleasure. The pleasure increased as naresh inserted more fingers in my wet pussy and went deeper but the time was short and I heard the door of the bathroom of my sister-in-laws room open. I pushed his hand out. He got the message and left my room. Fire in my body was now reaching the point of volcanic eruption.

Unable to withstand the raging fire in my body. I got ready and moved off with naresh telling my sister-in-law that I need to do some urgent shopping and asked her to look after my son when he returns from school.

I made naresh drive to a lonely spot. The boy now knew very clearly what was going to happen and was co-operating fully. After reaching a isolated spot I signaled him to come in rear seat and he literally jumped on rear seat (and me)

We lost no time in removing each other’s clothes. Naresh appeared to be familiar with the geography of a woman’s body and his hand was giving my boobs the much wanted kneading and was going nicely over my naval, my mound of venus and then to pussy lips, clit and inside. I too showered him with deepest kisses and nice rubbing on his steel hard cock which made it hotter and longer.

I was getting breathless now and perhaps wanted to shove in his tool in my wet pulsating pussy. I also was eager for the fuck, so took his big one in my hands and placed it over my moist lips and rubbed.

More juices erupted from pussy and eased the entry of his cock further in my love tunnel. He increased pressure on my pussy and his man hood entered my flowing love hole. I raised my legs to let his man hood go deep, he responded quickly and pushed his hard and big man hood in my wanting pussy. He started fucking me hard and every stroke of his hard meat gave me increasing pleasure. He was hissing loudly as he rammed his cock in my depth again and again. His hand was busy on my boobs and round ass. I was digging my fingers in his back and crotch. Our tongues were exploring each others mouth to increase the pleasure further.

Initially I thought that this ramming of my pussy could go on for ever but then waves of extreme pleasure started passing through my body. I sensed naresh was also close shooting his hot cum in my cunt. I raised my hips to take the load deep inside and the shot came exactly at that moment. This buried the hot lava deep in my love hole. Next three shots were also taken in. After that naresh took out his cock and rubbed over my boobs. I enjoyed the juice laden cock on my boobs.

After the satisfying round of sex we started looking for our clothes which had become mingled with each other and it was taking us time to sort out and wear them in the closed space of the car. When this was going on I could sense desire coming again in my pussy for another encounter. I took his cock in my mouth and sucked. Naresh was overjoyed to see the site of his cock going deep in my throat. He became hard again and I opened my legs again to let the fuck start again. This time the fuck was really long and naresh was getting exhausted… In order to give him relief I turned him upside down and rode his cock… The position allowed deeper penetration. I went higher and higher in pleasure and fucked hard. Soon naresh shot another punch of cum in flooded pussy.

After the sex I came back home and straightway went into my room. This alarmed my sister in law and knew she will be able to know what went during my outings with naresh without much difficulty so I decided to rope her also in these rounds.

I could do that successfully in a week’s time. Those are different stories which will come in few days.

After having a satisfying round of sex with my driver on that fateful day when I came back home, my looks were sufficient to raise some doubt in my sister-in-law’s mind and I could not have continued to have regular sex with driver as long as she was there. I thought about this and finally came to conclusion that she also has to join us. I knew that she was also sex starved due to her husband being too engaged in business. We used to watch porn sex video together at home during the day time when our husbands were away.

Next day onwards while watching porn stuff I became more open and started rubbing my and her pussy and succeeded in exciting her but me when I asked her whether she will go outside her marriage to have sex she replied in negative. This did not dampen my spirits. I discussed with Naresh (our driver) and we came out with a plan.

One day when we were watching porn video with my sister in law, I opened her saaree (An Indian Dress) and petty coat making her fully naked from below and did the same to mine and we were rubbing each other’s pussy frantically, I let Naresh walk in the room (as part of our plan I had left the door open). Now my sister in law was shocked and very afraid.

She started pleading to Naresh saying “Naresh please don’t let any one know about this”

Naresh came back quickly “okay madam, but only if let me touch and play with your lovely boobs and choot” and turning to me he said “of both of you …madam”

I let the issue being decided by sister in law.

She came back after some thought “okay all right, but only licking and play with them – ‘lund andar naheen daaloge’ (you will not insert the cock)”

I was happy that so far the plan was going right.

He turned to me and asked “madam what have you decided?” I just raised my hands to convey the agreement.

Naresh first proceeded to my sister in law (Kamlesh). Hugged her tightly and his hands grabbed her full boobs and gave a long French kiss to Kamlesh. There was some resistance from kamlesh but after a minute long kiss her tongue was also exploring Naresh’s mouth. Now Naresh opened her blouse buttons and asked me to do the same. After our bras were removed he asked us to stand side by side and took one nipple at a time in his mouth and started sucking one by one. My excitement was rising. I was eager to open his zipper of his pants and take his lund (cock) in my hot choot (pussy). But had to contain my feelings for some more time otherwise our plan would have blown away. Now Naresh was pressing two boobs with two of his hands and sucking two nipples one by one. His hand was going time and again in between our thighs and this was increasing the fire burning there.

I could notice Kamalesh’s nipples getting hard and her choot becoming wet with the foreplay. I just prayed that my plan should not fail. Naresh then lifted Kamlesh and put her on sofa. Widened her legs and inserted his mouth in between the thighs and went in. His tongue was now in the pink lips of Kamesh’s choot. The lips were very wet and were getting wide.

“madam, your body is so sexy…it can make dead people come alive, your husband must be fucking you whole night” Naresh was almost hissing in excitement now.

After a few licks Naresh increased the speed of licking and now he was licking the whole length of the opening like a hungry dog. Kamlesh was fully enjoying and her body was in rhythm with the licking. Naresh asked me to open his pants and remove the undies from back. His cock jumped out like a steel pole and was red hot. He then asked me to rub his cock and balls. This made him hotter and he was now wild. This increased the pressure in Kamlesh’s choot and tongue was now going deeper in her choot and exerting more pressure on the clitty.

Excitement in Kamlesh’s body was rising and just before she was to explode in ultimate sex pleasure Naresh removed his head and grabbed me and put me on sofa (as per plan). This left Kamlesh high and dry and she quickly came after Naresh and grabbed him back towards her thighs. She was trying the press his head over her choot. Now final moment had come. As Kamlesh widened her legs to take Naresh’s head, Naresh rose up and held his throbbing cock and slammed in her choot. No resistance came from Kamlesh. She welcomed the action by widening her legs further.

I was very excited on seeing the Naresh’s lund penetrate my sister-in-laws choot and chastity. Before I could overcome the feeling, I saw Naresh pump her choot deep and deep. It was a hard ramming action. Juices were flowing from her choot and Naresh was like an animal. His pumping and making sounds from his mouth. The fast pumping also raised sounds of fuch fuch fuch fuch……. It was great. Finally we had found a stud to satisfy us within our house. In minutes Kamlesh started cumming. Naresh pumped her faster and faster as her body went into violent rhythms she was inserting her claws in the back and was taking the lund deep and deep. After she became some controlled Naresh took our his now cumming cock and sprayed the cum all over her body. Kamlesh enjoyed cum bath. After all she had undergone first cumming in her life.

After completion of the cum spray on her body also Naresh inserted his lund in my mouth. I licked it with great enthusiasm and enjoyed the cum juices over it.

My vigorous licking and sucking made his cock hard again and now he asked me to be a doggy like on sofa and stood by the side of sofa. He inserted fingers on my choot lips and widened them and in one stroke inserted his whole length in my love tunnel. My pussy was ready to welcome it so it went in to deepest of my throbbing love hole. Now the animal in Naresh was on me. He was pumping, biting, and pressing my boobs perhaps enjoying the success of plan. Today I was not behaving the way I should have still trying to maintain cover over the plan but I enjoyed the fuck like a bitch being fucked by a dog. It went on and on and my sex habituated choot cummed twice before Naresh was spraying his hot and tasty cum over my body. After taking the cum bath I went to Kamlesh who was still lying and seeing me fucked. In fact she had started fingering herself. I took out my tongue and started licking the cum over her body. She responded back by licking my body. I went down to her choot and cleaned it up. She also did the same.

Naresh said “come on you both … Clean my lund also”

We did that happily

Then we all lay on sofa and watched porn and were playing with each other’s body freely. As evening was approaching I said “how about a bath together?”

Both Naresh and Kamlesh agreed.

We had a bath together and let Naresh’s lund play with our boobs with water flowing all over. We soaped him and then let his cock slide in to our choots turn by turn. When he was ready to cum I opened my mouth to let the first shot in my mouth. Even before second shot could erupt, I was pushed aside by Kamlesh and she said “hat randi mujhe bhee apane yaar ka maal peene de” (get aside you slut, let me also drink the cum of my fucker.

All I want to see is suffering… And I almost see it… I almost feel it… when I’m standing there in front of him… watching his slender body tied down in black ropes… effectively bound, half lying in bathtub on his back… BUT Almost!! It’s amazing how seductive I found him, resisting there. Every move of him intensifies my dominance, be it a desperate shivering urge to keep his head up and out of chilled water or his passionate submissive efforts to attract me deliberately. Either ways he almost knows what I want…

Unfortunately almost!!

Breathing a little hard myself, I think back about how it begun some minutes ago. I didn’t need a reason… I never did. My mind gave me enough pushes to go along with my evil instincts this time too. He had the idea, he saw it in my expressions… but as usual he never knew how much EVIL I was going to be this time.

I was in bathroom when the sudden wish struck my mind… like a fire ignited by the matchstick. I called him inside and prepared my self for the fight that I was sure he would give me. In moments he came in… I pulled him close to my body kissing him intense on his lips. His reaction was to respond with the same intensity wrapping his arms around my waist. My hand reached down to his sack and I clutched his balls through his pants, he reacted with a moan and a slight tensing. Feeling his tensing undid me… I went on for more… twisting my hand cruelly to which his moans increased dramatically.

I pushed him back on the wall… almost tearing his T-shirt off and pulling his pants and briefs down between the intense kisses and bites. He looked at me slight hazily… I could see my effect on him had started working the way I want. Devil in me smiled at that and I, once again grabbed his cock… Squeezing it hard. He gave me one of his so arousing moans once more. I moved closer to him, my lips warm and fiery on his chest as I bit him hard…

He tensed up shuddering… just the way I love it on him. Kissing continued as well as his moaning and shivering to my cruel touch of fingernails…

I pulled him back slowly to the bathtub… Stepping inside. He followed stumbling his way there as a result of being dragged by me. After a while of intense kissing in bathtub I forced him down… he resistively complied. I made him lay back on the floor of tub with me on top, still exploring his warmth. His hands were all over my back, pulling me close to him. In between the kisses I reached up and started the tap at the top of the tub, making sure that it wasn’t the hot water that he prefers but it was the chilling coldness that I do. As soon as the cold water touched him, he shivered slightly, making his embrace tight on my body.

I drew my self up, kneeling in tub… to watch his expressions… he was looking back at me with a smile… A stubborn smile! For a moment I kept looking… even after all this time of being together his expressiveness was still giving me amazement. I held his face between my palms and pushed him down kissing him long and intense. The water level was rising but lips were intertwined in a lustful passion. I didn’t care about rising water, nor did him… but till the time the level went above his head. As I felt his first struggle for air I pulled my self up, holding his neck with my palm, still keeping his face under water. He struggled again, this time hard… I forced him down n he looked up at me. After looking at the pure evil expressing face of mine, he tried pulling my hand off from his throat. I stopped his hand with my other… never for a single second letting him move.

My intentions were clear to him by now, and responding to that, he clutched my wrist tight… but surprisingly not pulling my hand off, just holding it. He surrendered. Focusing straight into my eyes!! Just the way I want… the way I like. Seconds passed like minutes and when I pulled him back out of water, he was almost on the edge of drowning…

… Luckily almost!!

He was half sitting half laying in the tub when I brought black ropes in the game. He wasn’t surprised; he was ready to surrender all to me. I guess now he knew what I was going to do exactly. I brought his left wrist and left ankle together. … I’d set him up for a tie that’d leave him open and vulnerable. And He superbly responded to that by bending his knees and pulling them close to his chest. I tied him up then… his knees spread wide… And his wrists to his ankles respectively, passing his hands from outside to give me wider access.

All the while his breathing was getting calm and his gaze was intently fixed on me. He was lost in thoughts and also looking at me, trying to see if I’m thinking is what he was thinking that time. I felt his questioning glare… I looked at him, and he understood an affirmative response that my *sparkling with desire* eyes sent out. And he shivered slight… feeling the chilled fear-thrill run throughout his body.

I stood up slowly, standing exactly in front of him. I pushed his knees more apart with my leg. And I thought in my mind again…

All I want to see is suffering…

Holding at the curtains with my tight grip, I take a step closer to him, between his legs. He closes his eyes for a second with a deep sigh of anticipation… opens them again to look at the brutality in mine. Something that he immensely loves and hates at the same time…

I nudge his balls with my toe, pushing deep… drawing a loud grunt from his throat. He tries pulling his self up and away from the mercilessly digging toe. I disregard his movements and painful moans, keeps on with what I want to do. I move my foot down to his open crack. Slowly running my toe all the way up and down with precision. This time he pushes back his self on my toe, inviting my touch… Wanting it as bad as I do.

Suddenly I push in deep, trying to penetrate his hole… he loudly groans with pain. It’s hard for me to get directly to his bud standing as I was. And to his dismay, I love the sounds that he makes… so I keep repeating until I get my treasure… deliberately prolonging his agony. His moans have turned into whimpers by now, by my relentless pushing… and then I found it… he confirms by moaning loud but with pleasure at that.

I balance my self on one foot as the other foot is half way in air, buried in his warm moaning, squirming insides. I wriggle my toe around, twisting… He takes sharp breaths with short painful-pleasure moans.

I keep my toe buried in, putting the heel of my foot on floor flat. His momentary pleasure turns into screaming pain as he arches his back uncomfortably to set his stretching bud in little lesser pain. But he can’t escape from it, he knows that. He tenses up biting his lower lip, and I bend forward at waist giving more pressure on my foot, which is connected to his body like a part of him now. Not able to withhold the pain… he whimpers and looks at me, and I respond with a whisper,

“So it begins again…”

I’m maddy age 24 just reached 24 fair good looking smart every second girl I met wants me to be her boyfriend actually I m very good guy I got a lots of chances to broke my virginity but I wants to fuck my aunt first I requested all the readers to help me by giving their advices to me send the advices by e-mail at [email protected]

Hi friends this a your friend maddy my name is not true actually I does not wants to disclose my identity and as well as my aunts identity my mother’s sister she is 4 years younger to my mother she is a widower now and aged 41 now and I m 23 actually this story started 6 years back I forgot to tell you that she is a widower and a teacher in the school now she lives with his brother’s family in north India now and we have been shifted to south India now because of my fathers job I will not waste your more time and after introduction I will straight come to the point . This is the true story and I need your advice also on this story that what should I do next? What is in her mind? What does she wants?

These are the questions in my mind that’s why I am writing this story so that by reading my story you people can help me ok now comes to point she is at that time 34 when her husband died in an accident only she had a married life of 3 years now she had one girl and one boy . Her figure will be 42-30-38 her tits are very big but she looks a lot younger than her age you can say she is very attractive but before that night I had never thought of her in that way I was 15 then .actually she comes in every summer holidays in may June to stay with us and on that night my mom said me to sleep in first floor bedroom with my aunt and her 8 months old baby in one bedroom and rest of my family was sleeping on the ground floor hall in ac and what happen she was in the middle of the bed I was in one corner side and her baby on the other corner as in India we are very conservative we scares a lot and in the night what happen she put her hand on my penis and it was the first time someone has put her hands on my penis I was feeling very good and the whole night I was unable to sleep with that feeling it was very good few days after I got again a chance to sleep with her but this time her daughter three years of age was in between us and I want to touch her so as she slept there is no need in my eyes I wants to fell her body so I pull her daughter to my side and then slept in between the mausi and her daughter and then I played with my pennis a little and put my hand on her stomach I have no courage to put my hand on her tits I was scared so I just keep my hand on her stomach and than as her ass was towards my side I get to close to her and my pennis was touching her ass I was felling in heaven it was too good than suddenly she turned and put her hand on my pennis with my underwear on but it was rock solid at that time and after half an hour she walks to bathroom and then come again and slept on the other side of the bed I thought that she was very angry from me and she will complain of that to my mom but in the moaning she had not complained anything to me not to my mom also she was normal. This got me a little courage but I had not got any chance to sleep with her again that year and year passed next year I was 17 and she comes but the whole month

I does not get any chance the whole year passed same next year than I was 19 when again I got a chance to sleep with her as my brother got a job and now she used to sleep with me in my bedroom and mom and dad in other bedroom but as three years are passed I was a little scare but I tried one night and put my hands on her first on her stomach and then on her breast I used to touch her whole night and several nights whenever she says maddy udhar ho and used to do that but still I was not able to do anything I wants to fuck her but unable as might she can say to my mom and I will be dead than one day my landlord goes to outstation and asked me to stay in their house as went down to sleep in their house in the night after 1 hour my aunt also come to sleep there as its hot upstairs and that night is the first time I touched her thighs.

I slept with my legs on her my hands on her breast and she on that night lifted his kameez to her breast as its hot that night I used to touch her bared belly and she turned and my hand was under her ass it was awesome feeling then that night even I kissed her breast from side with her kammez on but I was scared to go further but that night I have noticed one thing that both her hands was under her head but in the moaning she was normal now I was 21 and she comes for the first time to our house in south India now the real story begins I used to sleep with her in that bed with her son I used to sleep on one bed with her son and she used to sleep on other bed with her daughter or sometimes alone and starts as usual in the night with first touching her boos with my fingers than I put my hand on her boobs after [playing a little with my fingers than massaging slowly with my fingers the whole night I played with her bobs and she never complained and in the moaning she told me that she had a very good sleep as night this give me little courage and next day I started of the same way but than I put my hand on her thigh also than slowly taking it up with my fingers I reached up to her pussy a little above her I can feel the hair on her private parts I searched for the pussy lips with her salwar and panty on but I can feel the hairs down it was very hot there I reached to her lips and played for some time then she put my hands off and I got very scared that she will tell to mom and the whole night I was unable to sleep but she behaved normal to me next day we gone to see some tie and while sitting with her in the car I was pressing her boobs with every speed breaker or brake but she never complained pressed as hard as I can in the end she put both her hand under her head and in the night this time I started with her thighs I reached to her pussy but this time I got her pussy and I inserted my finger inside played she was not wearing the panty and than I gathered some courage and tried to put my hands under his salwar from the top it had reached up to the hairy part suddenly she wakes up and through my hands off and was toooo scared that time what has happened I thought now she will definitely going to tell my mom and my life is over but she behaved normally and asked me one question in front of my mom does I got scared in the nights because I used to hold her son and her some times.

I replied no but I was very scared just rapidly got out of that place but it was normal and for few days I have not tried but again one day I tried this time I stated with her tits I pressed them hard but there is no response this give me a courage than I reached her down she was not wearing her panty and it was easy access to her pussy lips that night I inserted my fingers in deep and give him to deep jerks but she was still sleeping than I put my fingers in her ass hole but she was still sleeping but I m was feeling very hot and than I tried again with her tits her suit was up than I tried to put my hand inside her kameez and reached up to the bra and played with her tits with just bra on it was too soft than I want to touch her nipple so I put my hand inside her bra from downside and now her full tits was in my hand the thing for which I waited for at least 6 years finally I get that I played with both her tits for half hour but there is no respond from her side she was still I sleep than I put my hand inside her salwar it was very difficult where she had waked uptime but this time she was sill sleeping than I touched her pussy for the first time.

I had touched the pussy her pussy was very hot and very tight also at age of 40 it is also very tight I put my fingers inside that and played with her for lot of time and than masturbate my self and slept I don’t want to rape her I want to fuck her but with her consent only but she never replies nor she complains in the moaning both the night than I gathered more courage and told her in indirect way that I used to touch her in the night knowingly and said sorry for that I thought she knows already and she replied with a strange look hoooooo you are like my son I had never thought of you like that this is not good and so I felt very sad that day why should I tell her that then she said your age is of this type that’s why you think like this but few question still unanswered that’s why I told you people the whole story does it is possible that she does not know that what I was doing with her while sleeping in the night? And if she knows why she had not stopped me? And if she wants sex than why does at that time she give that type of _expression? I really love her and want to fuck her.

I have not talked about my stopped my self mail me your responses for my question and to share your stories at maddyvizag @yahoo.com please give your responses and help me to know how my aunt thinks and how can I fuck her and how I make her to have sex with me so that she will ask me to have sex with her maddyvizag @yahoo, I had tried some more moves on her I will tell u later next time but pls give ur response to me, and any girl living in Mumbai if can teach me how to please a women will be great.

Hello ISS lovers! This storyline was sent by email to me by a horny lady from Dehradun. I have just tried to add some spices to what she claimed a true incident.

“When is Dad’s next dialysis due?” Vishal questioned as he entered the kitchen. Shyamala, his mother was busy preparing his favorite ‘keer’ as the entire kitchen was filled with smell of milk and roasted cashew nuts.

“It’s today,” replied Shyamala without turning back and keeping an eye on the boiling dish.” I don’t think you are asking this because you would accompany him to the kidney center.”

“Not really,” Vishal quipped with a funny smile.” I got better things to do.”

“I guessed so,” Shyamala slightly turned around and flashed a smile at Vishal. “For a moment I thought you are being dutiful to your Dad.”

“Never,” Vishal reiterated as he came right behind her and peeped over her shoulders to see what was being cooked.

“Looks like today is my favorite menu,” Vishal chuckled while his arms came around Shyamala and his palms rested on her silky stomach. Shyamala’s body shook for a second before her head swayed back to rest on his right shoulders.

“That is too early in the day,” She whispered.” Wait till Khan takes your Dad to the hospital.”

“I have been waiting for a week,” Vishal replied while his hands moved up from her stomach to cup her huge breasts. He already had a bulge underneath his pants and it animated further once his hands fell on his mother’s breasts.

“You know how to tame your mother,” Shyamala giggled.” Wait in your room and I will join you once your Dad leaves.”

“Ok.”

Vishal’s grip on his mother loosened rather immediately and as he was about to walk away, Shyamala pulled him towards her firmly.

“Are you upset?” She asked pleadingly. Vishal smiled and shook his head meaning that he wasn’t.

“It’s worth waiting for you mom,” he said in a consoling tone and tried to free his arms from his mother’s grip.

“Why didn’t you kiss me then?” Shyamala winked at Vishal with eyes twinkling with lust. Vishal promptly closed in, hugged his mother with passion and planted his mouth on her pinky lips. Shyamal’s eyes swirled feeling the warmth of her passionate son on her lips and her hands went around him caressing his strong muscles. Vishal’s hands descended on her butt cheeks and holding them tightly he gave them a nice squeeze as he pulled her body upwards to let his bulge position exactly against her mound. His tongue ventured inside his mother’s mouth and started tickling around inside as her hug started getting stronger. She threw caution to the wind as her hands reached down to her son’s growing bulge to caress it gently with her soft palm.

“Oh, Baby!” She whispered in his ears.” I never imagined that just a week could be so long.”

“Me too,” admitted Vishal, letting his lips off her mouth and bowing down to let his face get buried between her wonderful breasts. His hands hurriedly started lifting up her saree together with her petticoat letting his fingers brush over her silky thighs in the process.

“Hey, this is kitchen,” Shyamala tried to caution him placing a finger on his mouth. Vishal wasn’t himself by then as he had completely lifted her clothes well above her waist.

“So what?” Vishal smirked.” Don’t you remember? I fucked you for the first time in the toilet.”

Shyamala blushingly said,” How can I forget? You pounded me like an animal disregarding my screaming that day.”

“Were you hurt, mom?” Vishal asked teasingly.

“You know I was,” Shyamala retorted with a sexy smile. “The tooth marks and finger marks remained for almost a week.”

“Are they still there?” Vishal winked at his mother and let his right hand between her panties and her hairy clit. His left hand clutched her right breast and squeezed them as if he was making juice out of an orange. His thumb started kneading her hard nipples attempting to protrude thorough her blouse.

“You got silky hair on your mound. I think you must be using some shampoo there too,” Vishal said mockingly while his mother swayed back against the kitchen platform unable to contain her feelings after her son’s hands were touching the most sensitive parts of her body. His hands were teasing her pussy with absolute disregard to the fact that it was an odd time of the day and it was broad day light in the kitchen.

“I have promised you that one day I will fuck you on the dining table,” Vishal said lowering his voice.” It could be today.”

Shymala hugged her son even closer and kissed him on his forehead and cheeks with passion. ‘Vishal, itna shararat theek nahi hain’ (So much of mischief is not good!) She said in a sinking voice while he started pulling off her saree with amazing ease. The entire length of her saree was stripped in a matter of seconds and while Shyamala sat with just the blouse and petticoat on, Vishal lifted her in both his hands and started walking towards the dining table.

“Your Dad might be back,” Shyamala cautioned again which Vishal brushed it off. He untied the knot of her petticoat and pulled it through her legs. Shyamala covered her womanhood with both her palms while Vishal undid the hooks on her blouse and bra thereafter.

“Nangi maa (Naked Mother),” Vishal whispered in her ears. Shyamala covered her face with both her hands in shame while Vishal removed his T-shirt and zipped down his trouser. He held his long hard cock right above his mother’s face so that the moment she opens her eyes she would see his gigantic instrument hovering over her. After a few seconds, Shyamala opened her eyes and almost screamed seeing his long strong dick almost brushing her face. Vishal descended on his mother and his hands held to her naked boobs with fierce lust.

“Aisa karte hain (We will do like this), I will give you a blowjob now; we can fuck later,” Shyamala tried to reason. But, Vishal’s bare thighs were already pressing hard on her legs and his vigorous dick was brushing against the hair on her clit.

“Nahin (No), I want to fuck you mother,” Vishal bowed down to take each one of her boobs inside his mouth to start licking and sucking them like a passionate lover. Shyamala’s hands went down to hold her son’s dick and positioned it right against her pussy. She slowly started motioning it up and down her pussy lips and emanated sexy moans. The moment her hands fell on his dick, Vishal was further aroused as his mouth almost devoured her right boob inside.

“Hey, you are not going to lick my pussy?” Shyamala pleaded to her son. Vishal looked up without letting off her boob from his mouth and shook his head as if he wasn’t going to do.

“Please,” Shyamala kept pleading. “You are very good in pleasing me with your tongue.”

Vishal did not respond as his mouth jumped from one boob to another while his hands relentlessly squeezed the other boob almost making Shyamala groan in pain. Shyamala’s legs went around her son’s waist as if to lock him and in the process his hard dick managed to hit the slit on her pussy and got inside just an inch with ease and comfort.

“It’s in, It’s in,” screamed Shyamala. Vishal took a deep breath and humped on his mother as his long dick dived inside her moist pussy like a knife getting inside a butter bowl. Soon, he started pumping his mother gently to begin with and soon he was gathering the momentum. He was gasping for breath and decided to let his mouth away from his mother’s boobs. For the umpteenth time he felt the warmth of his mother’s cunt where his dick was rigging like a monster rig drilling an oilfield.

“Suck your boobs,” Vishal ordered biting his teeth while Shyamala tried to raise her head to reach out to her own boobs. He pinched his nipples which by now have gone thrice their length and she screamed. His palm rubbed her nipples every now and then and after some initial struggle, Shyamala finally found her mouth touching her own nipple. While she started sucking one nipple, her other hand reached to the other breast and started squeezing it. Vishal was getting more and more aroused to see his mother suck and squeeze her own boobs and his dick started fucking her more intense than before. His dick was working in an unbelievable speed while a few drops of his sweat fell on her boobs. The old dining table was struggling to withstand the exaggerated pumping speed of Vishal as soon they heard a screeching noise. Shyamala reached her peak soon and Vishal followed it sending a few thick loads of cum inside his mother’s cunt. His dick felt like an electric immersion rod inside a bucket as the eruption of orgasm was immediately followed with a cracking sound from the dining table. Before they could comprehend the dining table collapsed onto the floor with a huge bang unable to withstand the fucking couple. The mother and the son lay naked on the floor for a second and soon realized the gravity of the situation and started picking up their clothes to run towards their respective rooms.

This is the story of a poor dining table which got damaged in the course of a incestuous fucking of a mother by a son.

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Hello ISS lovers! I have been getting mails to write about a story involving brother and sister. This is just a fantasy. Please enjoy.

I have always remembered my sister Durga, 7 years older to me, as a skinny girl as she used to be before marriage. She is married to a leading Chartered Accountant in Delhi while I moved into Bangalore a couple of years after her marriage. I joined a reputed Engineering college far away from my village and it so happened that I never saw Durga for four years, till my elder brother’s marriage. I was almost shocked to see her when she arrived at the marriage hall, as she was no longer the thin girl she used to be. In fact, she was somewhat close to be called obese although I could see the charm in her face remaining still intact. Although, her husband returned to Delhi immediately after marriage, Durga preferred to come back with us to our village to spend a week with all of us.

As we traveled to our village in a van packed with all our family members, I was seated next to Durga during the entire journey. After some chitchatting, my parents started sleeping while the newly married couple managed to talk to each other in a husky voice. Durga’s 2-year-old son was sleeping with his head on my lap and feet on Durga who sat close to me. Soon Durga too started sleeping and her head inadvertently tilted onto my shoulders every now and then. In addition, her huge breasts were brushing against my arm, which slowly induced my bulge in the crotch like some magic. Although I was a bit confused to begin with, soon I started taking advantage of my sleeping sister. I occasionally caressed her thighs pretending as if I was doing it unintentionally while making her son sleep comfortably. Durga did open her eyes a couple of times and smiled to see that I was only letting her son sleep well in the journey. But, her proximity and the sight of her cleavage, which was revealed from time to time during the travel, was somewhat unbearable and before we reached home I realized that I am looking upon at my sister with sexual intention.

I knew that I had to accomplish my wish within a week’s time, as both Durga and I would be leaving the village. I never lost any opportunity to watch her body closely and even fantasized about making sex to her. I also ensured that I mentioned about how bulgy her body has become after the marriage whenever we talked casually and she laughed them off. But, I wasn’t yet prepared to take on my sister sexually so soon fearing that the results might well be disastrous. But, I was getting very impatient as I had just a few days left. Needless to say, I wasn’t kept waiting for long.

I still remember the day when my parents had gone out to a nearby famous temple along with the newly married couple. Durga’s son was slightly unwell and I preferred to stay home saying that I had to meet some of my friends. It was only when I realized that an opportunity has been thrown at me that I decided to cancel all my plans to meet my friends and somehow have a go at Durga. I gathered the courage to pop inside her room where she was lying besides her sleeping child. She just smiled as if to welcome me and I sat right on the cot where both of them were lying. After some formal enquiries about her son, I started involving her in discussion about marriage and life thereafter. When she asked me as to what sort of a girl I was looking for, I quickly replied that my dream girl should be the one who looks like the sensuous Malayalam actress, Shakeela. Durga started laughing uncontrollably.

“Are you crazy? You want a wife who looks like Shakeela?” She kept laughing as I was watching her keenly while her body shook in her laughter.

“Why do you laugh, Durga?” I asked her with a naughty smile.” She has perhaps the biggest pair of boobs on the earth.”

Durga stopped laughing instantly and her face changed red in a flash. I remained unperturbed as I had anticipated such a reaction from her after hearing my mentioning about boobs.

“Disgusting,” Durga fumed.” How dare you talk like this with me?”

I continued smiling at her and said, “Why? You want me to call them breasts instead of boobs?”

“Stop it,” She replied in anger.” I don’t like to hear such things from you. I am your sister.”

“So what?” I giggled.” Even your boobs aren’t bad either.”

“Gopi!” Durga screamed while I decided to tease her further. I stood up and moved right behind her so close that my thighs brushed against her back.

“Durga, I still remember how you looked before marriage. You were bony and your boobs were just bigger than lemons.”

Saying this, I leaned forward while my hands held Durga’s face and as she looked up; my lips planted a gentle kiss on hers in a flash. Immediately, my body felt like electric as my heart started beating fast and my dick erected to its hardest. Durga jumped off the cot in an attempt to release from my grip and as she lifted her hands as if to hit me, I hugged her like mad. What a terrific feeling it was to have her fleshy body in my embrace!

“Oh, Akka!” I whispered into her ears.” It has been a long cherished desire, to hug you and kiss you. You are my sexy ‘akka’ and I have watched your cleavage umpteen times and wondered if I would ever get a chance to play with your boobs.”

Durga pressed her palm against my lips and said,” No, Gopi, You are my brother and should never do that.”

I pushed her onto the floor absolutely disregarding her gentle protest and kissed her on the soft skin of her belly. I could immediately sense that the gentle hair on her skin stood up spontaneously and her body shuddered for a moment. My hands reached up to her huge tits and held them gently to begin with.

“Oh Gopi, You don’t seem to be realizing what you are doing,” Durga murmured.

“I do,” I looked up to smile at her and quipped.” I am squeezing my sexy akka’s boobs.”

As Durga attempted to get on her feet, I hugged her from behind so close that my erected crotch was pressing hard against her ass. My left hand went around her holding her tight against me, while I used my right hand to hold my crotch and started rubbing it against her ass. She brought her right hand behind to prevent my cock motioning against her ass and in the process her soft palm fell on the top of my dick. What a wonderful feeling that was to feel my akka’s hands over my dick!

“I am not going to let you go,” I whispered into her ears after kissing the back of her neck and her shoulders.” You have touched my dick and I can’t stop from now on”. Having said this, both my arms hugged her so hard while I motioned my body upwards and downwards to let my hard dick under the cover of my jeans, to rub against her saree clad ass. “It’s so wrong. So wrong,” she kept murmuring as I relentlessly played with her. My hands easily cupped her big tits and felt them spongy but for the perky nipples. I kissed her neck again and hushed into her ears, “Oh Akka, your breasts have gone very soft for their size.”

Suddenly, Durga turned around in a rage and pushed me back. As I stood startled at her sudden show of strength, a strange smile flashed on her lips.

“I never imagined that you are such a strong boy,” Durga smirked.” But, I can’t let you do everything to me. I your sister and am married. I will give you just five minutes to play and you should leave before the sixth minute.”

“Ok, let me try,” I said laughingly.” Take off your saree. I want to see you with just the blouse and petticoat.”

Durga hesitated for a moment before relieving herself from the cover of the saree. “Wow!” I exclaimed in sheer excitement.” I never thought I have a Shakeela at home.”

“Stop it! Don’t compare me with Shakeela,” Durga blushed as she uttered these words. I got close to her and hugged her again and my palm started feeling her exposed body freed from the saree cover. I took her to the nearby chair and after seating her, I went on my knees pushing my face close to her belly. My hands rested on her thighs while my chin rubbed her stomach making her swing gently on the chair. I pulled her petticoat above her knees and pulled it up further to reveal her huge shiny thighs. As my fingers fell on her thighs, she shuddered again letting a gentle hiss from her lips.

“It would be better if you get rid of this wretched petticoat,” I said as I snapped off the knot of her petticoat within a split second and before she could resist, I had pulled it off her legs and thrown it off. Durga struggled hard to cover her womanhood with her hands while my lips kissed her all over her thighs resulting in her hands holding my the back of my head. I thought for a moment to get rid of her blouse as well but somehow I resisted the feeling as I wanted to see a minor explosion. With great difficulty I removed her hands to get a glimpse of her really hairy pussy.

“Akka, your pussy looks fertile,” I said mockingly while my fingers caressed and teased her clit. She was biting her lower lips and her eyes were closed. Being the right moment, I lowered my face onto her pussy and brushed my lips against the dense hair on her pussy. Her body jerked instantly and encouraged by her reaction my mouth started devouring her pussy lips and slowly started licking it all around. Her grip on my head got even firmer as my tongue popped out of my mouth to dig into her pussy hole licking the soft flesh all around. She was no more hissing as her lips started letting out loud moans. My hands climbed through her belly to cup her boobs yet again and this time around the squeeze was firmer than before. My thumbs discovered her nipples protruding through her bra and the blouse and nibbled them one by one to feel them getting harder.

“Oh Gopi!” She murmured while her hands reached to the hooks of her blouse to be soon stopped by me.

“No, I want your boobs bulge bigger and the hooks should burst.” I resumed licking her pussy after saying these words while my hands held her boobs firmly. Her thighs started spreading apart as my mouth gathered momentum in its adventure on my akka’s pussy. Her hands were going astray from my head to my shoulders, my neck to my biceps as she moaned frantically making my dick hard as never before. She was occasionally squeezing her own boobs in joy to let me know that she was equally aroused as me. I stood up for a moment, removed my banian and unzipped my pant. As she looked hesitantly at me, I undid my brief and my long hard dick sprung out of the cover, shaking up and down for a few times before pointing at my akka menacingly. She took her hands to cover her face as if she did not want to see my dick.

“See it akka,” I removed her hands from her face and let the tip of my dick brush against her lips. Her eyes were still closed while her lips were inadvertently touching my dick head.

“Quite big for your age,” she admired before letting her mouth open enough to take my dick inside. It was amazing! My hard dick made its way inside her chill mouth to feel her tongue tingling the tip soon after. My hands reached down to her boobs again and started kneading her nipples. She kept moaning while ensuring that my dick was intact inside her mouth. Soon, the first hook of her blouse burst with a mild sound.

“Akka, your boobs are bulging now. See, the first hook is gone.” I looked down and told her laughingly.

She released my dick for a second and undid the remaining hooks of her blouse in haste.” We have to hurry up.”

“Come on to the bed,” I got on to the bed and waited for her to get rid of her bra and get close to me fully naked.

I clutched her bare breasts and squeezed them fiercely. Her hands reached to my dick and started rubbing the tip of my dick against her hairy pussy.

“I can’t believe what I am doing,” She murmured.” I hate people having affairs outside the marriage and here I am having one myself.”

“That too with your own younger brother,” I laughed and kissed on her lips before starting to chew the soft ones gently.

She continued stroking my dick against her pussy and kept closing her eyes in joy every now and then.

“Looks like you are enjoying the feel of my dick there,” I told her after relieving her lips after a prolonged chewing. “I too love feeling my akka’s wonderful pussy.”

“Oh boy! Don’t talk bad words,” She hissed again. I laughed to myself as my mouth descended onto her boobs for the umpteenth time and started sucking them with insatiable thirst. I pushed off her hands holding my dick and slowly let it inside her moist pussy. She almost yelled in joy. I made her lay down on her back on the cot and mounted on her to give my waist the momentum it needed to fuck my akka.

“Spread your legs,” I ordered which she obeyed immediately. I leaned down to her pussy to kiss it once before resuming my position letting my dick in her sluggish clit.

“Akka, now enjoy fucking your own brother,” I said and started humping on her slowly to begin with. She hissed, swirled and swung as I slowly got my momentum going at her pussy with my rock hard dick doing the rigging inside her pussy. My hands holding her waists occasionally traveled to her boobs to squeeze them every now and then and kneading her nipples getting perky all the time. Soon, I was in my speedy best as my dick pounded her pussy like a hammer and her moans became more louder. The room was filled with noise of our thighs banging against each other and also the occasional groan she was leaving. I buried my face in between her bulgy boobs and licked her nipples, sometimes bit them as well. Her hands caressed my chest and neck as I fucked like her mad. It took a few minutes for us to reach the peak as my dick exploded into her pussy spilling loads of cum inside. After lying still for a while, she pushed my to the side and dressed her up with a mischievous smile on her face.

“So, was it over in five minutes?” I asked mockingly.” Who knows? May be next time I will watch,” she said winking at me.

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