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Shamita was 23 and had two children from a previous relationship when she started dating my brother, Bhagvan. She’d become pregnant in high school when she was 16, foolishly married the boy at the insistence of her religious parents and immediately had another baby. The marriage lasted about as long as the second pregnancy, so my brother told me one night.

Ever notice how women who have children young snap back into amazing shape? You would never know by looking that her tight, sexy body had ever been pregnant. She had long, dark brown hair and dark eyes; small, pointy breasts that were rarely in a bra, a tight, sexy ass and a walk that almost moaned, “Fuck me.” As hot as she might have been, I didn’t really like or trust Shamita all that much. I had the feeling she was looking for a meal ticket in my brother…which might be part of the reason I let myself do any of what I’m about to relate.

One Saturday afternoon I was hanging out with my brother and Shamita when the phone rang. It was some band whose drummer disappeared, looking to have Bhagvan sit in with them on short notice. Never one to turn down a gig, Bhagvan grabbed his stick bag and split, leaving Shamita and me to watch the movie we’d rented.

I pulled out my bag of BC Hydro (easily among the finest marijuana grown anywhere on this planet) and twisted up a fat spiff while Shamita poured us a couple of drinks and popped the disc in the DVD player. As she bent over to insert the disc I couldn’t help but stare at her perfect ass – that inverted heart, parting where the denim covered her pussy She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and I audibly sighed, causing her to look in my direction and catch me checking out her butt. Shamita grinned at me, “See anything you like?”

“You have a great ass, Shamita,” I answered honestly, “Can’t blame a guy for looking…especially when he hasn’t been laid in over a month.” That was true. I’d just started seeing someone new after the end of a relationship, but we hadn’t had sex yet and I was feeling it. Shamita sat on the sofa directly across from my chair.

“Don’t you worry about looking. I’ve had two kids…when a good looking man checks out my ass I take it as a compliment. You know the saying,” she winked, “you can look, but you can’t touch.” I passed her the joint and she took a deep pull.

“Oh, I can touch, Shamita. I’ll be touching later when I get home. That’s the extent of my sex life these days,” I laughed. “Thank God for opposable thumbs!”

Shamita exhaled and grinned. “No kidding. At least i’ve got some toys to play with!”

This conversation was quickly becoming interesting. Shamita and I had never really had any private conversations, nor had there ever been any flirting between us…but here we were frankly discussing my solitary sex life and that she has some toys for her solo pleasure. I joked that my little brother must not be keeping her happy if her toys were getting a regular workout, to which she quite seriously replied that no matter how much sex she got, she would still masturbate at least once a day. As she took a drink, she ran the tip of her tongue across her upper lip. The sight of her pointy, pink tongue snaking over he lips made me gasp.

“What?” Shamita asked. “Do that again…lick your lips,” I whispered. Shamita grinned and slowly ran her tongue over her lips, winking at me as she did it. My hand squeezed my cock through my pants and I groaned. “Fuck, Shamita…you’re giving me lots to think about.”

Shamita slid one hand over her belly and cupped her breast, licking her lips again. “You’re not the only one who has things to think about,” she grinned, as her eyes obviously stared at the large bulge in my pants.

We had a few drinks and smoked the rest of the joint, the movie was pretty bad so we continued to chat a bit as we watched. Some of the conversation was just normal stuff, but both of us seemed to be directing the conversation – through jokes or innuendo – back to sex. I asked her what sort of toys she had – a dildo and small vibrator; she asked me if I looked at magazines when I masturbated – sometimes, or I read erotic stories online. I asked her how often she made herself cum – at least once a day, once 9 times “but I was young and really pushed myself,’” she laughed; she asked me the same question – same answer, except my personal best is a mere 5 in one day, “I was young and pushed myself.” She grinned. This conversation was beginning to make my cock twitch inside my pants. I could feel it lengthening along the inside of my thigh and wondered if Shamita could see the effect this was having on me. I wondered if it might be turning her on and let my eyes slide down over her t-shirt where I was almost sure I could see her nipples swelling.

When I mentioned reading stories online to her she asked if I ever had cyber sex. I admitted to her that I had, which really piqued her curiosity. Shamita didn’t have a computer at home and her online experience was limited to sending and receiving email at work. She asked me how I could possibly sit in front of a computer and jerk off. How do you explain to someone who has never chatted what it’s like to share fantasies online? I asked her if she had ever had phone sex. Her eyes sparkled when she admitted that she had, so I told her that it’s the same thing…just text instead of talk. She seemed to like that answer.

But I was curious…who are you having phone sex with? My brother? “No,” she whispered. All of the sudden she looked embarrassed and a bit unsure, I could feel it. “Relax, Shamita,” I said, “phone sex isn’t fucking around…it’s just fantasy. I’m not going to tell Bhagvan.” Shamita grinned, obviously relieved. She had been honest in the moment about having phone sex without even considering that she might be revealing an “indiscretion” to her boyfriend’s brother. She told me that she occasionally phoned one of those chat lines that are free for women. If she found someone who seemed fun, she would masturbate with them. I asked if she liked having phone sex with total strangers. Her grin became bigger and she almost moaned, “I cum SO hard!”

By now my cock was throbbing in my pants almost painfully. I reached down to adjust myself and couldn’t help giving my long, thick shaft a squeeze and a stroke. Shamita’s eyes never left my hand the entire time and I swear I saw her nipples become fully erect in that heartbeat.

“I’d like to have phone sex with you right now, Shamita,” I half joked. “If it weren’t for your brother I’d do it because my pussy’s so wet right now I can barely sit here,” Shamita whispered, her eyes locked on the bulge in my pants, “but there’s a big difference between some stranger on the phone and you here right now. I can’t do ANYTHING with you, I’m dating your brother!”

Her words made my cock throb inside my pants and I could tell from her eyes that she saw the head of my erection twitching under the denim. I reached down and began to stroke my cock through the fabric, running my fingers along my aching shaft and squeezing my balls gently. “I don’t care if you are dating my brother, Shamita,” I said, “I’m so hard all I want to do is take my cock out and masturbate. Knowing you’re wet just means i’ll cum that much faster.”

I could tell by the look on her face she was totally torn. Part of her was incredibly aroused and wanted to keep going, the other part of her was completely unsure about doing anything with her boyfriend’s brother. Sometimes you can just feel what someone is thinking…and Shamita was sitting there wishing I was a stranger. As her hand slipped between her thighs to press against her denim covered pussy, she breathed, “I want to…if only you weren’t Bhagvan’s brother.”

I crossed the floor to where Shamita was sitting. It was a mistake…my immediate closeness made it all too real for her and she sat up. “No. We can’t…I can’t do this to Bhagvan. You have to go.” Shamita stood and pulled my arm – not hard, but enough to let me know she wasn’t going to negotiate. I apologised for making her feel uncomfortable and she quite sincerely told me, “Don’t give it another thought. We were both turned on and almost did something silly. No harm, no foul, but you should go.”

My place was only two blocks away, so I was home in a matter of minutes. I wanted to speak to Shamita and make sure everything was cool, so I picked up the phone and called. She answered immediately and I said, “Shamita, it’s me…I just wanted to call and make sure there’s no major problem about what just happened.”

Shamita was a little breathless, “No…no problem at all. Honest. I’m just on the other line.” In a flash I knew…as soon as I left Shamita got on the phone and called the chat line. I asked her if that was the case. She hesitated and admitted that she was, indeed, chatting with a man on the other line. My cock was instantly hard.

“Oh fuck, Shamita, that turns me on. Are you masturbating right now?” “(pause) Yes. I am. I wanted to when you were here, but I couldn’t.” “I have to stroke my cock. You’re driving me crazy!”

I asked her to describe exactly what she was doing. “I’m lying on the sofa with my pants around my ankles and my thong pulled to one side. You wouldn’t believe how fucking wet it was when you walked out that door. I’m soaked! My legs are bent and my knees are spread wide open. I have two fingers sliding in and out of my pussy while my thumb is circling my clit. I’m so fucking horny. Are you touching your cock?” My cock was throbbing as my right hand stroked back and forth over the top half, thumb and middle finger touching to perfectly encircle the ridge on each up stroke. “Fuck yes! I’m so hot, Shamita. Your sexy body…that ass…telling me that you love masturbating. You don’t know how close you came to having me rip your clothes off and fuck you. I’m stroking my cock right now, imagining you watching me. Would you like to watch me jerk off for you?”

Shamita groaned. I could almost feel her pussy spasm through the phone line. “God, yes! That would turn me on so fucking much. Are you really stroking your cock? Did I really turn you on that much? I am so fucking horny…I’m dripping…I want to cum so bad. Stroke your hard cock for me…mmmmm…cum for me…cum on me….” Shamita’s moans were becoming more intense, her breathing shallow, fast and raspy. This woman was about to give herself a major orgasm.

“My cock is so hard for you, Shamita. I’m dripping precum all over my hand thinking about fucking you. I want to cum all over you like the hot slut you are…turn you on your hands and knees and fuck you hard from behind…”

“Yes! I’m a slut! Fuck me, cum on me, make me rub my clit for you…I’m rubbing my clit…I’m rubbing my clit…so wet…going to cum…fuck…going to cum aaah fuck yes yes yes yes fuck my God fuck me….” Shamita exploded into vulgar incoherent moans and gasps, cumming harder and louder than any woman I had ever heard. The sound of her pleasure triggered my own orgasm and thick, hot ropes of semen jetted across my belly and chest, the last of it coating my fingers as I milked the final drops from my semi-hard cock.

Shamita spoke first. “I can’t believe we did that.” I could hear the worry in her voice, so I tried to be reassuring. “Shamita…it was fun, no one got hurt. A bit of fantasy between consenting adults. I don’t know about you, but I just came harder than I have in years.”

“My God, me too!” Shamita breathed, “I came SO hard. I literally had little sparkly lights in front of my eyes!”

We talked for a few more minutes, both agreeing that it was a lot of fun but probably not something we should do again. I agreed with her, but I knew I would soon find out if she really didn’t want to do it again or if she was working hard to appear a bit more proper than her wet pussy wanted her to be.

To be continued…

Shamita and I didn’t speak again for a few days afterwards. As hot as it was having phone sex with her, she was still my younger brother’s girlfriend. A little flirting had gotten out of hand and we had agreed that it shouldn’t happen again.. Fun is fun, but some things are just not kosher, right? Neither of us wanted to hurt Bhagvan…but (and of course) hot phone sex is just the sort of thing to make one want more, isn’t it?

I stopped in looking for Bhagvan. Looking back I probably knew he wouldn’t be there, but one lies to oneself where one can. Shamita offered me a cup of coffee and I sat down at the kitchen table. As she prepped the coffee machine I let my eyes slide over that totally perfect ass. There’s no way to describe it – inverted heart…soft, firm, perfection…Deva, to see that ass made you certain why God put denim in the hands of Levi Strauss. I felt a tingle in my balls as my cock started to harden, imagining Shamita with her jeans around her ankles, masturbating for me on the phone…imagining that ass kneeling before me as I fucked my brother’s hot girlfriend. I gently squeezed my cock through my pants beneath the table.

Everyone is psychic. You know it’s true as well as I do. When someone is staring at your ass and thinking, “I want to swallow you whole,” you can FEEL it. Shamita caught me checking out her butt.

She smiled, as if pleased at the power she knew she wielded over men just by shifting her hips.

“I’ve been feeling bad about what happened the other day,” she said quietly.

“Don’t feel bad about it, Shamita,” I replied, “We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn’t have to happen again.”

Shamita brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. “I know,” she said, looking me straight in the eye, “and it WAS fun, wasn’t it?”

“You want the truth?” I asked. Shamita nodded.

I knew I was going to tell her a little more than she was expecting, so I spoke quietly.

“It was the best sex I’ve had in years. I would hate for you to feel bad about that moment we shared. The truth is, I’ve been thinking about it ever since. The truth is….whenever I think about talking to you on the phone, I get so hard it hurts.”

I looked up. Shamita’s pupils were the size of dinner plates and her breathing was noticeably shallow.

I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. “I want to do it again. In fact, Shamita, I’m throbbing hard right now.”

Shamita’s mouth opened in surprise, “Are you really?”

I slid my chair back and stood up. My cock had been pressed against my thigh while I was sitting, but as I rose from the chair I was SO hard it angled over across my thigh behind my right pocket, lifting the entire right side of the front of pants into a massive tent.

Shamita exhaled and I saw her nipples swell dramatically. I want to say that again – dramatically. I’m a huge fan of nipples. Truth be told, I prefer smaller breasts – have always found big ones to be simply…floppy.

But breast size notwithstanding, nipples are the thing. Sensitive nipples. I love women with responsive, sensitive nipples and Shamita’s were, as I said, dramatic. She was only wearing a light tee shirt, so I was already aware that she was not wearing a bra. But when she saw my cock bulging inside my pants, I swear her nipples swelled visibly…I mean, I watched them swell…they began growing, puffing, swelling…call it whatever you want…and in the span of four seconds sand-dollar size areolas were standing out from Shamita’s small, firm breasts with eraser point nipples tilted skyward against the fabric.

I began stroking my cock through my pants right in front of her. I knew she was wet and I had a good idea what she liked.

“This is what I was doing the other day, Shamita, when I was hot for you – stroking my cock just like this. Does that turn you on?”

“Fuck, YES!” Shamita breathed, “but we can’t do this. I already feel guilty about what we did. I’m dating your brother!”

“What’s the difference between having phone sex with a stranger and having phone sex with me? It’s just fantasy, Shamita.” I kept stroking my cock through my pants and Shamita’s eyes never left my crotch. I noticed her pressing her thighs together and rocking on the chair slightly. “Do you want to see my cock, Shamita? I’ll take it out and show it to you if you want to see it.”

Shamita didn’t say a word, but the catch in her breathing answered my question. I reached down and pulled open the button, slid down the zipper and hooked my thumbs in the waist of my jeans. “Shamita, tell me what you want.”

Her eyes flicked up to mine. I could see the heat. “I want to see your cock. Please show me.”

I slid my pants down over my hips, slowly, inch by inch revealing the shaft. As the material passed the head, my cock lifted away from my thigh. Slightly over seven inches, curving up when hard and fairly thick – not gonna win any contests, but I’m happy with it and so, apparently, was Shamita. She leaned forward in her chair and whispered, “Nice cock!”

A drop of precum had formed at the tip, which I touched with my finger and rubbed over the head.

“Glad you like it,” I grinned, “Shamita…are you wet?”

“Fucking soaked. If I stand up I bet there’s a wet spot right through my jeans. Show me how you stroke it. Please? I mean…fuck…please!”

I began lightly trailing my fingers up and down my shaft. Shamita moaned, spread her thighs wide apart and rocked forward in her chair as she jammed her hand into her crotch.

“This isn’t fair!” Shamita whined, “You’re driving me crazy!”

“You’re right…it isn’t fair. I’m standing here showing you my cock. I should get to see something, too. I like stroking my cock for you, Shamita…let me see your tits. Show me,” I half begged and half ordered.

Shamita’s left hand dropped to the bottom of her tee shirt and wasted no time there. She didn’t slowly reveal her breasts to me, she simply evened the score immediately by yanking her shirt off over her head. Damn! Her tits were amazing. Champagne glass breasts, with swollen pink areolas and hard little nipples. Her left hand began tweaking, pulling and pinching her nipples, bringing little jolts of pleasure which literally trembled through her body. Seeing this wanton display of arousal made my cock ooze precum as my fingers traced my length.

“If you weren’t Bhagvan’s brother I’d fuck you right now,” Shamita groaned as she jammed one hand inside her jeans. “Do you want me to finger my pussy for you while you stroke your cock for me? Is that what you want? Do you want to see my dripping wet pussy creaming for you?”

“YESSSS!” I moaned, “Fuck, yes! Masturbate for me, Shamita. Right here…in front of me. Show me your wet pussy, I want to see how hot you get when you look at my cock. I’ve been doing this for the past few days, Shamita. Stroking my cock and thinking about you fingering your hot slit.”

Shamita stood and almost leapt out of her pants, dropping back into her chair with one heel on the seat, her other leg splayed out at an angle exposing her sweet pussy to my hungry eyes. I moved closer and began to stroke my cock just inches from her face, which caused her to moan and slide her tongue over her lips.

Then, as my hand began to pick up speed, Shamita brought her fingers from her pussy and slid them into my mouth as she leaned forward and kissed the head of my cock.

Shamita looked up at me. Damn! Those hooded, almost sleepy eyes…filled with lust and lit by desire. “Do you want me to suck it? Would you like to feel my hot mouth swallowing your hot cock?”

I could only groan. Shamita leaned forward and let the head of my cock push her soft lips open. The tip of her tongue tickling over the head seeking drops of precum. Then, with her agile tongue stroking, flicking and cradling the underside of my cock along every millimetre, she slowly took me deeper. She would take an inch and half, then back off an inch – more flicking. Take another inch and a half, then back off another inch…slow, tortuous, incredible…bobbing slowly, licking as if I were made of sugar, moaning with every taste of precum. I felt the head of my cock press against the back of her throat. She bobbed a few times, letting me feel the obstruction of her tight throat, each time making little whimpering noises on the soft impact.

I felt her pushing harder, trying to deep throat me. My breathing caught as I moaned in pleasure. Shamita backed off, still stroking my slippery, wet cock with her hand even as she fingered her swollen pussy.

“I need you to help me…I can’t take it all by myself,” Shamita breathed, “You have to push me down on it.”

My cock throbbed so hard I thought I might pass out. She took my hands and placed them on the back of her head. “When you feel the back of my throat,” she whispered, “press down gently on the back of my head and thrust your hips forward – not too hard, but I want your cock all the way down my throat.”

She opened her mouth again and engulfed my aching cock. Slowly bobbing, working her way down my shaft until I could feel her throat again…that soft impact at the bottom of every stroke. She slowed her rhythm, pausing a little longer on the end of each stroke…pushing a little harder. She made a sound around my cock…sort of a moan, but with a rising interrogative. When the head again pressed against the back of her throat, I pressed my hands against the back of her head…increasing pressure just enough to make it impossible for her to pull back…and pushed my hips forward gently but firmly. I felt the head of my cock ‘bend’ the wrong way a bit, making me even harder, stiffer, as I slid into Shamita’s pulsing throat. Pulling her nose to my belly, my hands on the back of her head, I felt my entire cock slide into her throat. She began almost whimpering in pleasure, fighting her gag reflex and savagely fingering her clit all at once. After a few seconds I felt her try to pull back, but I increased the pressure with my hands, flexing my cock in her throat.

She pulled harder, unable to breath, as I pushed my hips slightly burying myself in her throat. Shamita slapped my thigh, desperate for a breath. I removed my hands from her head as she pulled back quickly, gasping for breath. And then she came. As soon as that first gasp of air rushed into her lungs, Shamita screamed and began shaking, her face pressed against my cock and balls, tongue licking at me, fingers pressed hard against her clit as she literally gushed pussy juice all over her fingers and the chair.

“Oh God! Fuck! I’m cumming…fuck…oh fuck me…yes, yes….cumming….” Shamita’s orgasm ripped through her.

My cock was dripping precum – having been so deep in her throat, seeing her intense pleasure at swallowing my thick cock had me right on the edge. Shamita took my cock back in her mouth and began to suck me savagely, stopping to stroke me so she could tell me, “Cum! I want to see you cum. Show me your hot cum shooting out of your big cock. I want it! I want your cum, lover…spray me…shoot it all over me!”

Back into her hot, sucking mouth…tongue flicking and milking, pleading for my load. I felt my balls pull up and my cock begin to swell. Shamita felt it, too, and began to moan around my cock. Her eagerness…Deva!…what a turn on! My cock began to pulse, twitch…the pressure was almost unbearable. As my cock began hitting the back of Shamita’s throat again I exploded. The first hot jet I literally felt impacting against the roof of her mouth…I could feel the force of the shot. Shamita pulled back off my cock, swallowing that first shot and continuing to jerk my cock with her right hand and massage my balls with her left.

“That’s it, baby…give me all your cum. I want it,” Shamita moaned, stroking my pulsing shaft. Cum was spraying over her face, lips, throat, tits, sliding down her belly and she kept stroking. “Oh yeah, lover, drench me with your hot cum, mark me, coat me with it!” After five or six solid spurts of cum, Shamita’s hand was slippery with me, her face and breasts were spattered with my cream.

I reached down scooped a large drop of my load from her cheek and brought my finger to her mouth. Shamita sucked it in and ran her tongue around my finger before swallowing and letting me feel her suck my cum down her throat.

“Fuck, that was HOT!” Shamita grinned at me, “That’s twice you’ve made me cum harder than I ever have before and you didn’t even touch my pussy!”

I tucked my cock back into my pants and zipped up as Shamita pulled her jeans back on. I reached out to caress one of those perfect breasts. As my fingers brushed the nipple, Shamita groaned and slumped into my arms.

“Fuck…that feels so good,” Shamita breathed.

“Sensitive nipples?” I asked.

“Unbelievable,” Shamita whispered into my ear, “Sometimes I can cut just from having them sucked and bitten.”

My cock twitched in my pants. Shamita noticed and reached down to stroke me through the denim.

“You like my nipples?” Shamita asked.

I just smiled and pinched a little harder, making her gasp.

We heard a truck pull into the drive. My brother arriving home. Shamita grabbed her tee shirt and headed for the bedroom to make herself presentable. As she disappeared around the corner she paused, cupped her breast and flicked her fingertip across the nipple. Running her tongue over her lips, she smiled and whispered, “Our secret?

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The following story is based on actual events. The writer has experienced these events personally and has drawn from other fortunate men who have also experienced the pleasures that Bhavita has to offer.

Bhavita Chhiba is a stunning gujerati female residing in Umgeni Heights in Kenville, Durban, South Africa. She stands no taller that five feet and has the most angelic face you will ever see on a girl. She is a health science student studying physiotherapy at the University of Durban Westville, which is also where this story takes place.

Like most girls she assumes an innocent attitude and shrugs off the attention she receives from the opposite sex with utmost coolness and disinterest. However nothing could be more further from the truth. Bhavita is a sex kitten that cant get enough of sex and she loves men who are dark because of the erotic contrast the dark skin has with her milk white body.

The first time I met her was in the lecture theatre, she was sitting with her friends and one of the guys was busy toying with her hair and her feet. She seemed to love being the centre of attention much to the disdain of her female friends. Anyway after observing her for a few days I eventually caught up with her in the library in the afternoon. She explained that she took the bus into town and then another bus to her flat in Kenville. The way she battered her eyelids and the supple white skin of her body drove me wild with desire and lust. I made my mind right there that I would ravish this beautiful virgin. Or so I thought.

After what seemed like an eternity I finally convinced her to travel with me sometime. Her flat was out of my way but I knew it would be worth it. That afternoon she agreed to have lunch with me and we drove to Pridley Park and enjoyed a pizza. Soon after I had my arm around her and started to kiss and fondle her ripe breasts. They were small but responsive with super sensitive nipples that rose to my touch. I was surprised that a virgin would give in so easily but I just thanked my luck stars and continued.

“Please lets go some where more private,” moaned Bhavita. I raced to the New Germany Nature Reserve where couples often went to make out. I was stunned when she climbed out of the vehicle and motioned for me to follow her into the back seat of the Honda.

Slowly I removed her Levis and was greeted with the most sensuous pair of panties I had ever seen. They were pink with a kiss of lace and silk and the gusset was damp with her love juice. I could see the outline of her engorged labia, which was aroused by her lust to be touched.

She lifted herself up so I could remove her panties. The sight that greeted me sent a shock to my already throbbing manhood and I almost came in my pants. Her love mound was dripping her hot nectar onto her thighs and her entire pubic region was glistening with her fuck lube. The lips of her cunt were open like the leaves of a rose petal and I could see her love button aroused and erect. It was like a little cock and the sensitivity matched those of her nipples which by now were fully erect and sticking out from her small frame looking like two bullets. Her pussy was pink in colour and got darker as she got aroused. The lips were inviting and by now I could see she was no virgin.

The brief disappointment was replaced by my unbridled lust and I got over it. The scent of her fuck lube filled the car and forced its way into my mind. I bent forward and noisily sucked her cunt dry of all the nectar. However such was the magnitude of her arousal that I could not keep up with the amount of lubrication she was producing. Clearly she was a very experienced girl.

My own cock was lubricating pretty impressively itself and I had never produced so much of precum before. I freed my aching manhood and proceeded to roll on a condom when she said, “ Don’t worry I am on the pill, I want you to ride me bareback. I want to feel your cum spray the insides of my body.” I was reeling in shock. Why would she be on the pill? How often did she fuck guys in cars and was she safe? However my brain was clouded by my lust and all I could think of was how much I wanted to penetrate this lovely gujerati girl.

I placed my big body over hers and realised she must have looked like a baby compared to me. Unfortunately she could not manage my weight and the only other position was doggy style or she on top. I was not looking forward to her being on top because Indian women seldom know how to ride a cock. With her I was pleasantly surprised. She climbed onto my lap and guided my cock into her love canal. She was no virgin and my meat easily slipped into her hole however she was still tight and I enjoyed the sensations of her cunt walls milking my shaft.

She rode my cock for all she was worth and gyrated her hips in way that drove my cock over the edge. In less than ten minutes I was ready to cum. The combined arousal and look of the beauty riding my cock drove me wild and I grabbed her body and impaled her onto my spear as I shot my first wad into her. She moaned that she was cumming and I could feel her puss contract and squeeze the remaining drops of cum out of my balls. Bhavita placed her tiny hands around me and gave me a kiss. She had beads of sweat on her breasts and the heat from her pussy kept my cock hard. I was really aroused by the contrast between her white gujerati body and my dark Tamil body. Her neatly trimmed snatch was leaking with my cum and offered some lubrication for the next round.

I lasted longer and this time I pulled out and sprayed my sperm all over her perky tits and gorgeous face. The rest flew into her hair but she would not suck my cock or take my sperm into her mouth.

After dropping her off I realised how lucky I was to have scored with such a hot babe. I was sure very few guys on campus knew the real Bhavita but again I was wrong. My sexual escapades with Ms Chhiba did not end there. I would give her lifts for sexual favours although she admitted she would have fucked me for nothing. She just loved dark skinned guys for some reason; the reason I would soon discover had a lot to do with where she lived.

A girlfriend of mine, Shamita, and I have a mutual friend, who happened to be an ex of mine who had a fantasy of a three-some. We will call him Amit. Just kidding around we told him we were going to massage his whole body and then we were going to tear him up. Of course he knew we were kidding. That is until we each had a couple of drinks and relaxed a bit. Then what started out as kidding around turned out to be an evening we still smile to each other about.

We did begin to give him a body rub but I quickly noticed that his shorts were getting snug. I just couldn’t overcome the temptation. As Shamita was rubbing his upper thighs I just had to rub him in the right spot for just a few seconds longer than I should have. I felt him only slightly lift his thighs upward so I figured what the hell. I began to pull his shorts down. Slowly at first to see what his reaction would be. He apparently had no objections so I pulled them down just to his upper thighs (keep in mind here that I also did not know what Shamita’s reaction was gonna be).

She apparently had no objections because she continued to pull his shorts all the way down and off. I slowly began to run my tongue up him. Licking over and around. Slowly teasing just to work up as much intensity as I could. The next thing I know Shamita is kissing him very slowly and erotically. She was running her tongue along his neck while I continued to run my tongue, hot and wet, all over and around finally putting my mouth where each light thrusting motion was telling me it needed to be. Slowly going up and down, up and down. Stopping only long enough to run my tongue over and around every now and again. All the while getting undressed myself.

I also noticed that Shamita did not wait for me to do that. She was already nude and was positioning herself over top of his face. It really didn’t take her long to really get into it. She was “mmmmmng and moaning and I noticed that this really did it for him. But there was no way I was gonna let it end there. I stopped pretty quickly and moved closer to her started to lick and kiss her chest.

Now while she had her eyes closed Amit definitely had his eyes wide open watching as much as he could see with her in that position. The two of them were getting so into it that I figured I would to. So I got down next to him and started licking too. She really got into that!! The two of us rotating our tongues together like that was too much and she let out a deeper and longer moan and started to move with our motion.

She got up and ran her tongue down his stomach….all the way down. I only heard her sounds to indicate what she was doing cause I was being coaxed over top of him now. I already knew how much Amit loves to do that to a woman so it is no surprise that I was quickly getting close to mine and had to lift enough up a few times to slow that down. I wanted to make this last.

As I had to lift up I would look around at her so that I could watch. She was taking her job quite seriously, going down deep then all the way back up again. When I noticed the intensity of her motions I decided that it would be good to slow it down a notch cause I knew I wanted to have some more. I needed to have something in me.

I got up and took her job and much to my amazement she was headed straight to position herself over his face again!! I had to calm him down a notch, though, so I slowly ran my tongue up and down to cool the heat a bit. While I did this I was also noticing her moving her hips back and forth and that had me going crazy. I knew what I wanted so I got over him and took it in. When I did I saw his hands squeeze her ass a little tighter and knew it wasn’t going to be long.

I did my best to prolong it by moving up and down a bit slower, just enjoying the feel of him. Before long I knew he had been teased enough as I felt him thrusting deeper. I leaned forward just a touch against Shamita’s back to allow a longer stroking, and that got me to mine just before I felt him tighten up, vaguely hearing his stifled moaning.

Hi, I am Balu, my age 30, unmarried. My friend Name is Suresh and his wife is Jaya. She is very sexy and whenever I see her, I become very excited. I will tell her my affairs with other married girl and She will list on to all my double meaning talks of describing her body curves. She will just smile, but will never object my bad talks. When her husband returns, we will stop the bad talks and will talk about this and that common topics. So, I knew that she is a free type lady only for talks but not willing to have sex with me. But her body spoiled my sleeps in many nights. So, I decided that if I have a chance to touched her body she will surrender to me.

But, I don’t know how to do it. Because, she never comes out without her husband company. I even suggested about some tours, but she always says that she should seek her husband’s permission for it. How will I fuck her in her Husband’s custody. So, I watched her activities in her home day and night.

I found that she will come out in early morning for walking on the street. So, I decided it is the best to fuck her in the early morning.

I waited outside in her home in the darkness. She come out of her house at around 4 am. She was in White sports bunion in top and black sports-trousers. Her breast was jumping in the bunion when she do some warm up acts before walks.

I stood near the street corner, standing like urinating. I got my penis out of my pant and displayed it outside. When seeing her coming my penis automatically becomes very larger and harder. I stand there acting that I didn’t notice her coming displaying well my penis to her.

She come to the corner of the street, and stopped suddenly seeing me in the darkness. She shocked to see my naked penis. Now I was sending my urine on the opposite wall with great force.

She turned her face to other side and walked to some distance and walked back to her home. I followed her. She stopped near the gate of her home and asked me, ‘Hi, what are doing here in this early hours’. I said, I didn’t sleep well, so I want some fresh air come here. She looked at my penis when I was talking to her. She said pls zip ur pants first.

She went inside saying, ‘ok, we will meet in the day time in my office’ . Bit I didn’t go. I went behind her. I found her bra in the hanger in the wash area. I took it and rubbed it on my penis. She come out again to see if I went away or not. But when She sees me her bra was misused by me, she got angry and come near me to snatch the bra from me. We fight for it for some minutes.

In the struggle I cupped her breast with my one hand. She shocked and stopped to fight me. I invited her for sex, but she refused, and asked me to go away immediately. She was shivering when she hear my request to fuck her. I begged her very badly, even I surrendered to her feet’s, and kissed her feet’s to give only one chance to fuck her. But she was keep saying no, no, no, go away, go away, go away.

Finlay I asked her to give her permission at least masturbate in front of her. She said nothing to it. I took it granted. I started masturbating in front of her. I kissed her bra and smelled it. I could feel the smell of her body in it.

My penis was now in full size about 8 inch. She closed her face with her hands. But I could see her eyes through the fingers. So, she is watching my masturbation.

After some time, I could not control myself just standing and doing masturbation works. I attacked her suddenly without giving her a chance to fight back me. I pushed her on the floor and climbed on her velvet body. She slapped me few times to free from me, but my body weight arrested her well. I made some movements like fucking on her body rubbing my penis on the saree on the top of her vagina.

We struggle for some time, but the struggle makes it easy for me. Her saree was loosened and her blouse was opened half showing her bra. At last her fighting speed reduced slowly. I arrested Jaya on the floor with my body weight and with my one hand I tried to lift her saree to her hip.

Jaya tried to stop me, but it’s a very weak try. I rubbed my penis on the lips of her vagina. She moaned little and I forced her legs to spread a little wide to give my penis way.

I pressed my penis into Jays’s pussy and it went inside with little difficult. Her pussy lips gives lot pleasure to my penis. I give one hard pump and my long penis went fully into her. Jaya shouted oh,ssss, oooh, ssss. I started to fuck Jaya with great speed. My penis went in and come out with rythamatically heavy strokes.

I could see my penis give her full satisfaction. She moved her head this side and that side unable to control her pleasure of my fucking. I fucked Jaya seeing her beautiful body. I bite her breasts and I kissed lips sending my saliva into her mouth. She closed her eyes enjoying my fucking.

Her mouth kept saying ‘pls, Balu leave me, pls leave me, sss, ohhh, sss, leave me, yes, slow pleas, leave me, dont do it to me, yes , no , please, sss, ooo, ohhh, amma , amma, amma, amma, ssss’

After 30mints heavy fucking, when its time for climax, I speed up my strokes, and pumped my sperms into Jaya’s sweet pussy. When my sperms hits her womb, she also got the climax, and went to faint. Oh, god, I am dead, is this the Heaven I am waiting for? I went to the unlimited sky with lot of enjoyment.

I lay on her Jaya for 5-mints. After that I stand up and shook Jaya who is laying on the floor, showing her half naked body with bra and petticoat. Jaya didn’t say anything, she just washed her private parts and went inside her home.

Hi friends this is a very time pass story . Its just an imaginary story written for Christmas time. The only unique ness is that I had written this story as I m a female. But listen guys I m a male 25 from Mumbai.

The moon outside is full. The sky is clear, and all the stars are bright and visible. The soft breeze, cool and crisp. You are poking at the fire, and the only light in the room, is the reflection of the moon through the large window, the soft glow of the fire and the twinkle of the lights on the tree. You have already removed your shirt and thrown it on the back of the couch. Your chest glistening from the heat of the fire. There are blankets and pillows laid out between the tree and the fire, and on the table, an open bottle of wine, and two glasses.

I come up behind you, and wrap my arms around your waist. I lean over and whisper in your ear “merry Christmas baby,” and then proceed to kiss the back of your neck and your shoulders. You grin with pleasure, you straighten up. Hang your tool back up, and then slowly turn around.

You place your finger under my chin and pull my face closer to yours, and our lips meet in a soft warm kiss. My arms still wrapped around your waist, and your hands running up and down my back, experiencing the feel of the open lace against my skin. My tongue darts out and runs slowly along the inside of your lips, and I hear a soft moan. I trail my tongue over to your ear lobe, and gently down your neck. Nuzzling my face up against the junction of your neck and shoulder.

Our embrace tightens, and we get lost for a few moments in the warmth and passion of it. Your hands move off to my shoulders, and you push me away gently.

“I have a surprise for you,” and you grin. You take my hand and lead me over to the blankets. “sit right here, and I will be right back.”

I sit on the floor, and wait in anticipation. A few minutes later you re-enter the room, wearing a cottony, white fluffy beard, and a big red bow on your fully erect manhood. Grinning from ear to ear you shout out “merry Christmas hohoho!!” I start laughing and fall over sideways.

“oh Nikunj, I love it,” I say in between giggles.

You start to walk slowly towards me, still grinning, and I notice you also have a large black bag over your shoulder. The laughter subsides, and I get up on my knees.

“hhhhhhmmmmm,” I say, “can I open my present now Santa?”

I look up at you with wide eyes, and lick my lips. Running the tip of my finger over the bright ribbon. You stand there with your legs slightly spread just grinning and you nod. I run my nails softly up your erection to the head, and flick my tongue just over the tip. Pressing my palm against the underside, my fingertips finally reach your balls, and I slowly wrap my fingers around them. Still flicking my tongue barely over the tip. Then around the head.

You drop the bag behind you, and I hear a soft moan, and feel your hands embrace my head, as your entwine your fingers in my hair. I run my tongue up and down the underside of your cock, sometimes up and down from the ribbon to the head, and sometimes around each side. My fingers delicately massaging your balls. As I make my way back to the head, I wrap my lips gently around you, and swirl my tongue around and around the head. My teeth gently scrapping over the ridge. Another moan, and your hands tighten gently. My lips work their way down the shaft, and back up, flicking my tongue around as I go. I begin to remove the ribbon with my teeth, very slow, and your hips thrust forward gently. The ribbon falls softly to the floor, and I engulf you with one stroke.

“yes” you cry, and press your hips against my face. I slowly run my lips back up to the head, and you moan again, and then quickly to the base, loving the feel of your massive cock as it beats against the back of my throat, and then slips further down.

Your hands clench my hair and you pull me forward as your hips thrust toward me. Again very slowly back to the head, and quickly all the way down. Your hips thrusting back and forth, your grip tightening. My fingers still massaging your balls, and the other hand clenching your ass, my tongue and lips relishing your taste. I feel your body begin to stiffen, and you cry out.

I continue to fuck you with my throat, your cries increasing, and becoming intense. “oh god, arti, yes baby yes,” feeling you explode down my throat, I slow my pace, and lick up every last drop. “oh baby” you cry, and fall to your knees. I lick my lips, and grin.

“thank you Santa” we both laugh. I crawl over to the table and pour the wine. The red lace chemise, has ridden up to my waist and you have a perfect view of my dripping pussy. I offer you the glass of wine, and you drink, trying to catch your breath. “what a wonderful way to spend Christmas eve”

After a few minutes, you set your glass down, and then take mine from me. “I’m not through yet my love, we are going to watch the sun come up this morning” you say softly.

You lean forward and your lips meet mine, our tongues dancing back and forth, the passion mounting again. The beard tickles, and I uncontrollably start to giggle again. I feel myself going back down to the floor, your lips following mine until I’m lying down.

Your tongue trails to my ear, and then down my neck. The beard tickles, and I squirm from the sensation. You trail your way over my shoulder and down to my breast. My nipples hard and poking through the lace. You wrap your lips around one of them, and gently start to suck. My back arches slightly, and a soft moan escapes my lips. You start to nibble gently with your teeth still sucking, the nipple becoming harder. I place my hands on your head, and start to run my fingers through your hair.

Then you raise up slightly. “I believe in equal treatment” and I giggle again as you attack the other helpless, yearning nipple. My back arching up against you pressing gently to your face. The beard tickles, but the sensation is becoming erotically intense. You slowly work your way down my stomach, running your tongue over the open lace. I feel the beard brush against my swollen clit, and then down over my thigh.

I spread my legs and raise my knees up. You tongue darting over my inner thighs, and then barely over my lips. You take your fingers and spread my lips, and flick your tongue up and down between my clit and my pussy. My moans getting louder, and my hips pushing up against your face. You run your tongue around my clip, and my hips jerk.

“oh that feels so good,” I moan.

You raise up and pull away. “oh no!!!!!” you grin at me again, and reach over for your bag.

My fingers move down my stomach and softly over my clit, wondering what you are up to. You pull a vibe out of the bag, and sitting between my legs run in up and down, over my wet pussy, only teasing me, my hips thrust up, but you won’t enter me. You take another vibe out of the bag, and I spread my lips for you. You start to run that vibe around and over my clit. My head pressed back against a pillow, my moans deep, and my hips thrusting toward you. You finally enter my pussy only an inch and then pull back out, I moan in disappointment.

You continue to tease me, until there is a large puddle underneath me. My juices flowing down my ass, and covering my inner thighs. “oh Steven.”

You finally very slowly start to fuck me, entering only an inch at a time, my hips thrusting up to meet you, wanting more. Your pace is very slow and calculated. My moans getting louder and more intense. My body starts to shiver, and you pull the vibe away from my clit, and pull the one out of my pussy. “oh no!!!!!!”

You take the dildo that you had inside me and slowly run it up my stomach, it is dripping wet with my juices. I look down and see you coming towards my face with it, it reaches my lips and I open my mouth eagerly. Flicking my tongue out, trying to lap up all the dripping juices from it.

As I start to suck on the dildo, I feel the head of your cock between my pussy lips, and thrust my hips upward again in acceptance. You push my legs up to where my knees are against my shoulders, and you lean forward to hold them there. Very softly you enter me, but I am anxious, and I keep trying to take you deeper. Still holding the dildo to my face and sucking it down my throat. Your pace quickens, and before long you are buried deep within me.

My hips meeting your every thrust. Moans escaping my throat around the dildo. Just as my body starts to shiver again, you stop, deep inside me, and just stay there, watching me, seeing the disappointment on my face, and knowing full well that you are driving my out of my mind. You start to pull out of me very slow. I pull the dildo out of my mouth and scream out “no Nikunj, please don’t stop baby, please don’t stop”.

You laugh softly. My body is trembling, and skin glistening from the heat we are generating, nipples rock hard. I reach down between my legs and guide your hard dripping wet cock toward my ass. I feel you enter me with just the head. And again I thrust my hips up.

“yes baby yes.”

I take the other vibe and start to rub it around my clit again. Feeling you slowly work yourself into me. My hips moving faster, wanting all of you. My juices flowing in streams. You can feel it dripping down over your balls, and down the inside of your thighs.

“oh god” I cry out, “yyyyyyyeeeeeeessssssss”

“oh yes arti’ cum for me sweetie, cum all over me” with that my body stiffens, and I scream out again. Juices spraying out of me, covering your chest your stomach.

You pound harder, the thrusts getting faster and more intense. My body trembling as I cum over and over and over. Screaming out.

With one last thrust, you explode, and scream out “oh yyyyyyyeeeeeesssss.

Yyyyyeeeeeessssss!!”

Our pelvis’s unite and become one. I squirm with delight, and your thrusts slow down. You finally pull out of me, and I sit up licking your chest of the drops of my nectar that cover it. You hold my head against your chest, and moan deep in your throat. I lick and nibble all over your chest and stomach until you are clean. We both fall back against the pillows. Spent. Our breathing finally returning to normal.

I look up, and out the window, and I start to giggle. “you were right. Look.”

You roll over slightly and look out the win “merry Christmas my love.” Dow. The sunrise is magnificent, the sky taking on hues of peach and pink. And it has started to snow again. We lay there forever, just watching the snow, and the changing colors of the sky, and the embrace is soft and warm.

“merry Christmas “merry Christmas my love.”

“merry Christmas.”

I hope u all reader like my stories. Do write me ur comments on [email protected].

Hi friends. I am a regular reader of ISS. Its a great site where we can share our experiences. After reading a lot of stuff here, I decided to share my experiences. So here is the first one. I am not going to reveal anyone’s name, not even mine. If anyone wants to contact me, they can mail me at [email protected]

I am a computer engineer and have done computer engineering from a reputed college in pune. I was a host elite and myself and my best friend were sharing a room. My roommate was from Delhi and he had never been to a beach. We had continuous three days holidays, so we decided to go to a beach. He asked his girlfriend and her sister too to come with us.

To make the trip more exciting, we arranged for two tents and we started our journey which was something about 6 hours from pune.

I was surprised to learn that the girls were smokers and drinkers. From here onwards I would refer myself as M, my roommate are R, his girlfriend as G and her sister as S.

After three hours of the journey, we took a break. We stopped in front of a bar, went inside and ordered some snacks and beer. After all the drinks were over, we started again with the journey. We bought 20 beers and kept them in the icebox we had. R and G sat on the middle seats of the sumo and me and S sat on the last seats of the sumo. G and S were equally sexy girls with great figures and uptight and large boobs. The road ahead was a little bumpy and with the movement of the sumo, the boobs of S were also moving and creating an itch in my pant. We were playing antakshari for time pass. S was wearing a v necked t-shirt with the upper cut visible in normal sitting position. Her hankie fell down and she bent to pick it up and that was a great scene which made my tool immediately erect making a tent out of my trousers. I tried to look as normal as I could but S noticed the bulge in my pants and gave me a cunning smile. I understood what was on her mind. Sitting on the seat opposite to mine, she touched my tool with her leg so that R and G would not be able to see it. She moved her leg up and down my tool over my pants. I opened the zip of my trouser but it was not helping me much. So I opened the hook and now she had a full access. We could not go any further because of presence of R and G but even then it was a good time and soon we reached our destination.

It was dark and dawn was a few hours away. All of us alighted from the sumo and started to put the tents. S was accompanying me and giving me all kinds of poses and boy she really looked like a model. R and G were busy with their setting up their tent. I grabbed S from behind, turned her face towards me, and placed my lips on her, pressed her lips with my lips and then my tongue started exploring her mouth and vice versa, and my hands were on her boobs pressing them over the t-shirt. S opened my zip, slid her hands under my underpants and took my tool in her hand, what a feeling it was. Suddenly I got aware of voices of R and G, they were coming towards us, tough they were not able to see anything because we were on the other side of the tent. We had to stop their.

We again had some drinks and smokes, and then R and G felt sleepy. I knew they were pretending but since I had an unfinished job to do, I felt lucky. R and G went inside their tent. I Grabbed S again, gave her a long smooch, picked her up and then took her inside the tent. I placed her on the bedding, and continued smooching, as I was over her. Suddenly I was below her, and she was over me, with her boobs pressed against my chest. She lowered her hands, and off went my trousers, and the boxers followed. I took off my t-shirt, and there I was, naked in front of a girl. She took my tool, which had become hard and long, in her mouth, and when her tongue touched my tool, I felt as if out of this world.

Her mouth went up and down my tool, sometimes right into her throat, sometimes half into her mouth, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, and after some 20-25 minutes, I filled her mouth with my semen.

I then took-off her t-shirt, and the bra, of went her losers with the panty, and it was sight. A girl standing in front of me, naked, for the first time in my life. I started pressing her left breast with one hand, and started sucking the right out, while she was moaning. I was pressing and sucking both the boobs one by one for quite sometime, and soon she reached the peak. I started my downwards journey, and my mouth stopped near her vagina, which was clean shaved and was a sight to see, with juices dropping from it, it had a great and sensual aroma.

I started to lick her vagina, as I had seen in many blue movies, my tongue probing her as deep as it could. The juices had a great taste. She came again. I had another hard on, I then started penetrating her, and with one forceful entry my entire dick was in her vagina. I started moving in and out with every entry more powerful then the earlier. After around half an hour, she came forcefully. She then took my tool in her mouth, I fucked her mouth with the same vigour and pace, and I once again filled her mouth with my semen.

When I came to my senses, I saw R and G in my tent. First I felt embarrassed, but then G told me that they also did the same thing in their tent. We had some beers, and cigarettes, and then it was dawn, we entered the waters swimming around, and yes we did have a foursome….

If any females wants to contact me, please mail me at [email protected]. Dont forget, I live in London now.

My other experiences will follow soon.

Hi, Its Irfan again from Delhi This story is about my very beautiful cousin Jiya aged 25. She is a babe with lots of attitude and the body any guy would give his right hand for. She is 25 and her vital stats are 36C-28-35, she has all the curves at the right place. She is fair and looks pretty sexy when she wears those figure hugging clothes. Her breasts are round and huge yet very firm. Her ass is enormous, anyone would be tempted to grab them from behind or just brush his body with them. The guys simply cant stop drooling at her in restaurants, on road or anywhere cause she is such stunning beauty.

She is particularly very close to me as I am to her. We had discussed almost everything my first crush to my new girlfriend, her period dates to her new wired bra which was so uncomfortable for her. We were like the best of buddies but again she was my little cousin and I was her Big B. The thought of sex between us was simply ridiculous after all she was my little sister. One day masi and masaji had to go out of town for some wedding and masi simply called me up as usual to pick Tans from the school as she had already packed her clothes and sent to our place. Masi had already had a talk with mom about jiya staying at our place for the week. As I reached at her school ( A very famous convent school. ) she was quite surprised to see me and was so thrilled that she introduced me to her half a dozen friends. I told her about her parents, who had already left for the wedding and that she would be staying with us for the week. She almost shrieked with joy and asked me to treat her to ice cream before reaching home. I looked at her and told her that she was quite grown up now and ice creams and stuff are for the kids. She said nothing and just sat as if she was in some deep thought. I thought that she was upset cause I said NO for the treat. We reached home as my mom was already waiting for us to get back home. She had her food and went straight up to her room ( she always used to occupy the room next to mine on the first floor of our bungalow ) as we often used to talk late at nights or watch movies in my room.

My mom inquired with me as to why she was upset and I told her about my refusing the treat. My mom scolded me for doing that and asked me to take her out right away for the ice cream. As I came up to her room which was not locked and I entered I saw her looking at herself in the mirror. She was not aware that I was standing at the door. She was closely examining her young curvaceous body. Her hands were moving from her neck downwards as they came upon her breasts she put one hand inside her school uniform and was adjusting the position of her breast as they would look prominent even with the clothes. I was just stunned to see my lil cousin discovering and admiring her own beautiful body in such an innocent way. I tapped on the door to get her attention and she simply turned and asked me Bhaiyya did you really mean it when you said I have grown up ? I was taken aback to hear that and understood why she was in those deep thoughts. That night she had worn shorts and sleeveless Tee-Shirt and I was in my boxers and Tee-Shirt, as we were sitting in my room watching the TV, everyone in the house were already asleep.

It was around 11:30, she was acting different, she was also stealing glances at me and I asked her if she was comfortable. She said nothing and I turned towards her and taking her face in my hands I asked What’s the matter Tans what’s disturbing you? She said Bhaiyya I have never felt like this before for you but when you said I have grown up I want to be like a grown up with you. I was not able to understand what she meant and she suddenly removed my hands from her face and placed them on her breasts. She was wearing a sports bra inside that I could make out from outside the thin T-Shirt she was wearing. My hands were like glued there for a minute when I suddenly realized what was happening and immediately tried to take my hands off her soft fleshy bosoms. I saw her expressions and she was not at all sorry or maybe she didn’t understand what she had done. I didn’t say a word to her and after fifteen minutes of eye to eye contact with her, I asked her to go to her room. She got up kissed me on my lips goodnight and went away.

The world was revolving inside my head, suddenly my lil sister had vanished from my thoughts instead there stood a dream babe who every guy in the town would have thought to fuck every single day. That night I didn’t sleep well and woke up at around 11:00 in the morning. As I went downstairs for my cup of tea I was surprised to find no one. Only our maid Neeta was home. She informed me that that mom and dad had gone out for some work and would return in the evening. I had my tea and had my bath at 1:00 PM Tans came back from school. I told her that I would be staying home the whole day as mom and dad were out and would return in the evening. There was a sly smile on her face which she controlled abruptly and went to her room to change. At 1:30 Neeta went to the servants quarter for her bath and her personal chores and she usually came back at 3:30. This left me and Tans alone in the house. Suddenly Tans came down in her bathing robe and standing straight in front of me dropped her gown to the floor.

She knew about Neetas routine and she even knew we were alone at home. She was looking heavenly, a naked angel simply divine. Her beautiful breasts were cupped in black bra and she was wearing a beautiful panty below. This time I didn’t steal my eyes from her body and looked at her from her eyes to her toes. She was enjoying every movement my eyes made over her semi nude body and her face would give out a sly smile whenever my eyes stopped to glare at her beautiful valley and voluptuous breasts. She suddenly broke up the silence and said Bhaiyya I have really grown up na? I moved towards her and she stood right there wanting me to grab her and push her on the large sofa. I slowly moved my hands over her breasts and asked her if she had done anything like this before. She replied in negative and told me that I was always the only guy in her life and she had never paid attention to any of the glares and glances the other guys gave her. I was speechless to hear this from my sweet cousin who was untouched and a complete virgin and who’s beauty was worth dying a thousand times for. She told me she has never even had an orgasm as she had always controlled her emotions and desires for this day to the extent she had not even fingered her pussy. I was more then surprised to see the Love and commitment this girl had for her first crush (ME). I told her to relax and I asked her to come up to my room. She quietly followed me. I decided there and then to give my cousin complete satisfaction on her first sexual encounter. I removed her bath robe slowly and threw it aside as I laid her on my bed like a small doll.

She was just in her black bra and black panties. As I looked over her fair body again and again she was shivering with desire. Her eyes were softly closed and she was watching me through those intoxicating eyes. I place my hands on her neck and started exploring her body. With every move she was letting out sweet moans and especially that shiver along with the moan when I pressed her waists with both my hands. I slowly moved my hands on her breasts and started to press them over her bra, I slowly removed one strap from her shoulder and brought my face close to her cleavage where my breath touched her soft smooth breasts and my lips almost brushed her half covered nipples. I was excited to see her nipples which were almost pink and were so damn erect. As I lowered her second strap and pulled them down her beautiful breasts were right in front with nipples as good as cherry’s waiting to be sucked. I moved my lips over them and slowly took one of the breasts in my mouth, it felt as if I was devouring strawberries dipped in fresh cream. The _expression on her face was getting hotter by the minute. I circled her nipples with my tongue and took that extra caution of not hurting her soft breasts with my teeth. She was now moaning and breathing too heavily.

I quietly slid my hands inside her panties and walla they were dipping wet with her love juices. I slowly slid my index finger inside her tunnel of love by parting her vaginal lips apart. She was getting too hot she was not able to hold herself any longer she threw open her panties and was now completely nude below. Wow she had a considerable amount of cubic hair which had grown only above her vagina in its dense form and became thin as it reached her vagina. Her juices were flowing like a small stream and she was on her height of excitement. I again pushed my finger inside her cunt and digged deep inside. She guided my hands to a special spot which made her scream in pleasure when I touched. Suddenly I stopped and still she was moving her body like a maniac. She had lost her control and was just about to cum but I suddenly said something to her and changed her mood which slowed her down. I made her spread her legs and put my face in between her legs she grabbed my hair as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy. I grabbed both her breasts and slowly increased the velocity and intensity of licking her sweet pussy. Her juices were now unstoppable and she was moaning too loudly. Her body was shaking and then suddenly I pressed her breasts a bit harder and pushed my tongue to that special spot in her cunt that she almost shrieked with ecstasy for the next 45 seconds.

She had an orgasm infact a multiple orgasm which she was not able to control for almost 45 seconds. She hugged me tight all the while and as she got over her first orgasm I kissed her and went outside. I left my beautiful sister to herself as she discovered the first pleasure of her womanhood and the first orgasm of her life. If any girl, unsatisfied aunty, bhabhis, interested having sex, oral sex or any kind of sex then I feel pleasure to make her happy. As I am from upper-class family you have to keep secrets of all this. [email protected].

I am Meena from a rich family. I had sex with my male servant Babu and wanted you readers to know how it happened. I am going to narrate my affair with my male servant Babu. I am 21 yr old girl, completed my bachelor’s degree recently and was home after completing it waiting for my marriage to be arranged. I am very much interested in sex from the beginning but was very shy to express myself to other boys or males. I have nice features with dark tan on my body that attracts all the male attention.

I have pert little breasts that stand hard and strong over my chest the size may be 34. My ass is also taut and fleshy and it moves in circular manner whenever I walk. I wear salwar kameez and love the low neckline. This shows my top of the breasts as I bend or whenever the dupatta is displaced. My eyes are light and my friends say that they are sexy. I am really shy and afraid to express my feelings to my friends. We are rich family and employ many male servants for day to day work. I never thought of having sex with any of them until recently I found one servant very interesting, his name is Babu and he is about the same age. One day when I was going to our servants quarters for some work to be told I saw him. He was taking a pee in the corner of the garden when I saw him. I hid myself behind the nearest bush and watched him pissing. He had held his cock in his right hand and when I saw it my cunt started to grow wet. His cock was about 6 inches in the soft condition and I could see his glans as he was circumcised. It was really making me hot watching him in this condition. I remembered my position! I was his employer and he was a servant! But still I could not hide my feelings about him.

I had sexual urge no one can describe. It was the first time I had seen a mature cock and never thought it would be so exciting to watch. I had to back out from the scene just in time before he completed his peeing. I pretended not to notice him and asked him to do the work I had to tell him. This incidence awakened my sexual desire for him and I could not control masturbating thinking of his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. I thought of many ways to make him fuck me but backed out due to fear of dignity. But my mind was not idle and I went on thinking of some ways or the other. One idea struck my mind. Why not pretend to be fainted while he tries to make me come to my senses.

This I thought to be the best one since in that case I would be unconscious for him to do anything to me. But before that I had to flash my body to him to make him want me and to make him think that I am doing it on purpose. But that has to be accidental, always. So I wore shorts and tight t-shirts in order to expose my body to him. I watched his eyes bulging out of his sockets to look at my bodily charms. He was slowly attracted to me in a different way but I never gave him lift to make him bold to touch my body. I wanted one day when nobody would be home and then I would execute my plan. I soon go the opportunity one day when every body had gone for a relative’s marriage. I pretended to have severe headache and the sure shot excuse, menses. My parents understood my problem and let me stay behind. Fortunately they took other two servants with them to assist in the wedding. I pretended to be sleeping in my room and Babu was cleaning the house in his routine work, I knew he would come to clean my room too. I prepared myself for that. I loosened my gown and threw away the thin shawl, which I had taken over my body. I tugged up my gown to expose my milky thighs and opened two buttons of my gown too. My breasts were half exposed and I knew he would be able to see even my nipples if he came closer. I removed my panties and kept it on the bed, well exposed, so that the would see it.

Thus all the preparation was made and I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. I heard Babu enter my room and out of the corners of my eyes I could see his movements. He started to sweep the floor and when he came near my bed, he looked at the panties lying there. He did some unexpected thing! He took the panties in his hands and started to sniff them. Shis nostrils flared and he started to breath faster. I knew he was getting the whiff of my pussy and the idea excited me too. I kept still as if sleeping and watched. He then looked at the crotch of my panties and found it interesting. His tongue shot out and he started to lick off the dried pussy juice. He was wearing shorts and may be he was not wearing anything tighter inside. I observed the fabric being raised as his cock started to grow. Soon as he continued licking the cock became bigger and bigger. Now he wanted more than my panties and so he looked at my body. His gaze went to my half exposed boobs and I saw his mouth watering. He was staring at my chest for quite a few minutes and then he stared at my fleshy calves and thighs. I knew it was really exciting for him and he wont be able to control his urge.

Now he was all hot and ready to do something more. He brought his face near mine and I had to really close my eyes to keep pretending. He heard my breathing and then as if to confirm that I was asleep he touched my hair. Ohh his touch was like electric current and I felt my body shudder. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. It was difficult for me to keep quite, but I managed. His hands became bold and slid over my face, touching my cheeks and lips. He really thought hat I was asleep and slowly he touched the cleavage of my boobs. He judged their hardness and then slid his hand deeper. By now I could see his cock almost jumping out of his shorts and wanted him to take it out. He was now cupping my hard boobs in his palms but did not press them hard, afraid that I would wake up. It was becoming very difficult for me to be pretending but I wanted him to go further. He slowly pushed my left breast out of the gown and admired its full ness for few seconds. He touched the now hard nipple and caressed it lightly with his finger. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh I knew I could not keep quite for long time. His hands searched my buttons and he fumbled with them, unbuttoning the front of my gown and exposing both my boobs. I felt my boobs swell with anticipation and looked much bigger. He was now 100% sure that I was asleep and so he pushed my gown up from over my thighs and exposed my curly triangle.

My cunt was exposed and I felt chill run up my spine. Babu was looking at my exposed cunt and rubbing his groin over his shorts. My cunt is not shaved and he must have seen the tuft of curly hair on my cunt and the pink slit within. I wanted to see what he would do further. He was flushed all right and was hesitating to take his cock out. But when he saw my exposed cunt he lost his control. He hurriedly pushed aside his short and took out his hard cock. Ohhhhh what a cock he had! It was almost 8 inches long and thick as my wrist (6 inch). His cock was circumcised and I could see his cock-head very clearly. The crown was well shaped and thick with nice deep ridge on the lower side.

The cock was full of blood and the veins were prominent. My mouth and cunt started to water at the same time and I wanted to touch it. He watched my cunt and rubbed his cock very hard. I was afraid he would come and spunk on my body. But he had other things in mind. He pushed my legs aside and put his hand on the hairy bush. His fingers probed to search my cunt and he found the love hole. His finger went inside my opening and probed deeper. I knew his fingers would be wet with my pussy juice! He took out the finger and looked at it and then licked shiny juice. He must have loved the taste and decided to sample my cunt.

His mouth came near my cunt and his tongue moved along its slit making me shudder in lust. Ohhh god! I could not resist it any longer. I slowly spread my legs to give him access to my cunt and he felt me move too. He suddenly took his mouth away from my cunt and stood aside. I knew I had frightened him. I kept still for few minutes and he was satisfied that I was really asleep. His boldness increased and now he removed his shorts and took out his cock. I was afraid to look at it. It was really big and I wondered how he would shove that thing in. He rubbed his cock with his hand for a while looking at my exposed cunt and some precome oozed out of his piss hole. Then I saw that he was out of his mind with excitement and some way determined to do something. I did want him to do more than just look at me too. He suddenly climbed on my body and spread my legs with his strong hand and squatted between my thighs. I felt his cock rub against the soft flesh of my pussy and suddenly I found it enter into the tight opening. Ohh god! It felt so nice having that hard cock in my cunt for the first time. My cunt was slippery with excitement and he had no difficulty pushing about half of his cock in. How could I pretend to be asleep with all the activity going on? I opened my eyes and cried out, “hey Babu what the hell are you doing? Ohhh no! Get off my body and go away.

Leave me alone.

How dare you do this to me? I am going to tell my daddy and mommy about you and they will kick you out! Get the hell out of here!” ” ohh chechi! You cannot leave me like this. You are the one who made me do this. You teased me by showing your body for quite a long time and now you are telling me this? Come on! Let me complete this. Then you can tell anybody you want. Do you think I am afraid? No! I am going to fuck you now. You may shout if you like but remember that you too want this. Come on spread those legs of yours and take my cock in your cunt.” “no! Don’t do it. I don’t want to take that dirty rod there. Go away!” and I tried to cover my body with the gown he had pushed away from my body. But he was determined and he held my hands and pushed his cock deeper. Wow it went all the way in my cunt in one stroke. I felt some pain but the pleasure was more. I pushed my ass up to swallow his cock. I never intended to do it but it seems that my body did what was natural. He was encouraged with this and started to fuck me hard and fast. He pushed his hands on my boobs and held them with all his might. The poor globes were crushed with his strength and I cried out, “ooooooh! Don’t presss them hard Babu. It hurts! Please don’t fuck me! Ohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” the protests mixed with my moans were very weak and I don’t know how I really moaned. That must have been automatic due to the pleasure Babu s rod was providing. Dear readers, this is the state of a young cock hungry female getting some rod from a man! Let him be anybody! But the cock matters.

My cunt was all wet with the juice it secreted to welcome the invading cock and I had no control over it. the juices continued flowing and Babu continued fucking me in spite of my weak protests. My ass moved as his cock fucked my inexperienced cunt and waves of pleasure continued to sweep all through my body. His hands massaged my tits and he sucked on my pink nipples to his hearts content. The servant was the master of my body and I was his sex hungry slave. He fucked me and I came! I came and my pussy flowed copious juice to welcome the fertile seed that he was about to ejaculate in my cunt. Babu lay over me panting and his thrusts grew faster and faster. My cunt was burning with all the friction he made as he fucked.

His hands went behind and grabbed me tightly to his body. I knew that he was going to discharge his sperm in my cunt and I felt afraid, thinking of getting pregnant with his powerful male seed. I told him not to come inside my cunt and also that he will make me pregnant. I told him my fear and he must have understood it for he quickly removed his cock from my cunt and got up to ejaculate on my swollen boobs. His come spray landed on my breasts and globs of sticky fluid went on falling on the globes. His sperm was hot and sticky. I saw with fascination how his cock twitched to expel the come. It was so beautiful to watch the spurting cock, ladies.

Finally he collapsed on me, avoiding the come that was trickling down my breasts. I smeared the come cream on my boobs and without any intention licked it for taste. It was salty and smelly. It had peculiar smell and I liked it. We looked at each other and he felt shy and guilty. “ohhh chechi! I am sorry! I got carried away and fucked you.

Please forgive me and don’t tell this to anybody.” “ok Babu ! You misbehaved with me and hurt me! I am not going to tell anybody about it but you have to obey me every time. Do whatever I say and you are safe. Disobey me and you are gone! Now clean my thing and go away!” he obediently cleaned my cunt with a towel and went to perform his routine jobs. Readers, one routine job was now added to his list! He had to fuck my cunt each day whenever it was possible. I got addicted to his cock and could not sleep unless.

It was a rainy day when I alighted at Bombay for the first time. I was married to a wealthy businessman from Goa. Rainy days at Bombay are real hell. You see all beautiful Victorian buildings and Manhattan like sky scrappers in pictures, films and all other booklets about Bombay. But if you happen to land at Bombay on a rainy day, your dreams will die first. I was also like you only, totally upset with the ugly black mud, the roads full of potholes, train traffic totally disrupted. My husband took a taxi and we reached a flat complex. But the ground was full of water and street children were playing in the mud water. I could not distinguish between road, playground, and campus. Everywhere it was flood like situation.

My husband was wearing loose pants and as soon as he paid for the taxi, to my astonishment he removed his pants and put it into a cover. He was wearing his country made shorts and I felt greatly disappointed seeing him behaving like an illiterate. But he took his big briefcase on top of his head and walked to the building in front of us like a coolie. He gave me a hand symbol to stay where I had been. He somehow reached the steps of the buildings and there was water up to his waist level. Then he returned and took me like a child and carried me in his hands and walked once again in the water and reached safely. Then he began to walk to the top floors through the staircase. There was a large crowd of people sitting at each steps, some cooking chappathis using stoves and some were mixing wheat floor using cooking oil and making breads. I found all these things quite embarrassing. I had to live among these disordered folks. I cursed my fate and accompanied my husband with my big luggage. At last I reached 4th floor of the building and my husband took a key from his purse and opened the door. I too followed him inside my new residence.

My husband was wearing loose pants and as soon as he paid for the taxi, to my astonishment he removed his pants and put it into a cover. He was wearing his country made shorts and I felt greatly disappointed seeing him behaving like an illiterate. But he took his big briefcase on top of his head and walked to the building in front of us like a coolie. He gave me a hand symbol to stay where I had been. He somehow reached the steps of the buildings and there was water up to his waist level. Then he returned and took me like a child and carried me in his hands and walked once again in the water and reached safely. Then he began to walk to the top floors through the staircase. There was a large crowd of people sitting at each steps, some cooking chappathis using stoves and some were mixing wheat floor using cooking oil and making breads. I found all these things quite embarrassing. I had to live among these disordered folks. I cursed my fate and accompanied my husband with my big luggage. At last I reached 4th floor of the building and my husband took a key from his purse and opened the door. I too followed him inside my new residence.

It was a one bed room flat. My husband’s business was not a flourishing one at that time. There was a portico type room first with little furniture. Then we entered to the bedroom cum drawing room. There was a double bed with a good bedspread. It was evident that it was newly purchased perhaps after my marriage was fixed. Anyway I was relieved to see that I did not have to sleep on floor. Then there was a kitchen and adjacent to the kitchen was a bathroom and latrine. My husband was wearing the same shorts and he opened his wardrobe and showed me several sarees and churidars he had bought for me. They were most of out of fashion. It was evident that my husband was not aware of current trends or fashion. Then he took a bottle of rum hidden inside one cabin and poured it into a glass. He mixed it with some water and drank it in one gulp. He did not care about my presence. I asked him to show me where he has put oils etc. I was planning to take a bath first. The long train journey in a second class compartment was tiresome for me. I took a gown from my luggage and proceeded to take bath. There was no shortage of water. I tried to bolt the door. But the door was jammed and it was not closing well. I put some oil on my hair and soaked it well. Then I removed all my clothes and threw them into a bucket and put some soap powder into it. Then I rubbed the rest of oil on my breasts and opened the shower. I took some five minutes under the shower and then began apply soap on my body. I took extra caution to lather my pussy, ass, breasts and my underarms so that my husband would not feel repelled by my body odour. I was expecting him to explore my body on that night. We did not get much privacy after my marriage to fuck good. I was totally disappointed by his performance so far. It was nowhere coming near to my anticipations and fantasies which I gained after reading and hearing a lot about sex after marriage.

Sex before marriage is a taboo subject in India. After I was satisfied that I was clean and fresh smelling I opened the shower once again. I loved the heavy shower wetting my whole body. I fantasized about being a model for a bathing soap, jumping and dancing under a waterfall, which was a famous soap ad at that time. I came to my senses, when my husband grabbed me. I did not know when he had opened the door and joined me under the shower. He smelled heavily of rum and smoke. I felt vomiting when he kissed me with his big moustache rubbing all over my nose and his bad breath. But I did not show any reluctance from my part. Like any devoted wife of an Indian man, I too had got my coaching from elders to obey my husband, cook good food for him, behave like a slave to him and be ready to take him to a prostitute if he asked me so.

He then took me out of bathroom and placed me on the bed. I told him I was wet and I had to dry myself. But he was not going to hear any of my talks. He was intoxicated with his rum and I looked at the bottle which was placed on the table. It was almost empty. I wondered how did he manage to drink it without any snacks or food. His penis was looking angry at my pussy. It was now very thick and I wondered how could he insert that big penis into my pussy. During my masturbations I was able to insert only three fingers into my pussy while I was at maximum heat. I did not have to wait much. I felt a pain at my vagina for an instant and then he was inside me like a snake entering its den. I felt terrible pain, but after my husband began moving inside my pain was subdued and I felt something ticking inside my pussy folds. Soon he found his rhythm and was breathing heavily and was muttering sounds like an animal. He was taking in his native language which was Konkan and no one could understand it other than his family. Even after ten years of marriage I still could not recognize a syllabi of that language. The language has no script, so we can learn it only by speaking!.

He then took me out of bathroom and placed me on the bed. I told him I was wet and I had to dry myself. But he was not going to hear any of my talks. He was intoxicated with his rum and I looked at the bottle which was placed on the table. It was almost empty. I wondered how did he manage to drink it without any snacks or food. His penis was looking angry at my pussy. It was now very thick and I wondered how could he insert that big penis into my pussy. During my masturbations I was able to insert only three fingers into my pussy while I was at maximum heat. I did not have to wait much. I felt a pain at my vagina for an instant and then he was inside me like a snake entering its den. I felt terrible pain, but after my husband began moving inside my pain was subdued and I felt something ticking inside my pussy folds. Soon he found his rhythm and was breathing heavily and was muttering sounds like an animal. He was taking in his native language which was Konkan and no one could understand it other than his family. Even after ten years of marriage I still could not recognize a syllabi of that language. The language has no script, so we can learn it only by speaking!.

He moved about three to five minutes in me. I was laying like a pinned animal with a big pole inserted into my pussy. My husband’s heavy body was crushing my slim figure. My bones were going to be broken. His belly was pressing my pelvis and I found it very ticklish. It felt like a big balloon full of water being pressed to my belly. As his belly was covered with small hairs it felt very ticklish to me. I loved the feeling better than the pleasure I received by intercourse.

Thus we started our married life far away from our relatives and soon we found the rhythm of life and adjusted with the life at Bombay. My husband starts early in the morning at 8 am and used come back around 10 pm. So I was left alone at my flat and started learning computer classes and with my accountancy and law background it was easy to get a job. I changed jobs at different companies and decided to try for a government job. All the private jobs were paying much but they were exploiting us to maximum extent. In government jobs salary is comparatively less but we don’t have much to perform anyway. I got pregnant soon after my marriage and delivered my girl promptly after 12 months of my marriage.

When we both started earning we sold our old flat and bought a new one which was at the ground floor and rooms were more spacious. But it was still an one bed room flat. But it was in good locality and railway station was near so that my husband can commute at ease. One morning after I had said good bye to my husband and put my daughter at her school, I was relaxing after all morning chores were over by reading news paper and sipping a cup of tea. There was one knock at the door and I looked through the peep hole and saw a dark lady standing at the door. I opened the door and asked her what was the matter. She was obviously looked like a local woman, wearing the traditional Maratti( Local people of Bombay is referred as Maratti) dress viz a long sary worn with an edge taken between the legs and inserted into the channel between the buttocks. This style looked awkward to me first but it helped them to move faster carrying load on the head. When they move it was nice to see their buttocks moving like a grinder up and down right and left. Most of the Maratta woman had big buttocks too. They had enormous breasts and the upper part of the breasts and cleavages were open for everybody to ogle.

The lady standing before me was saying something in her native language which I could not understand. Then she changed to Hindi and told me that she came to my flat to enquire about whether I need to shave my armpits. This was news to me. I have never heard about barbers for ladies and they visit flat to flats!?. I told her that I did not understand her profession. She then smiled at me showing her pearly white teeth that she was a barber who visits flats and shaves armpits of ladies. In cities ladies were sleeveless blouses and shirts showing the armpits. The armpit hair is considered as a taboo somehow in history. We never see a film actress with a dark pit under her arms. It is prerequisite to shave them and keep as smooth as possible. Recently one actress had declared in an interview that the most discomforting thing for her is that she cannot grow hair under her arms. Only in Italy woman does not shave their armpits. In western countries ladies wax their underarms whenever possible. But waxing is a painful and expensive technique.

An average India woman cannot spend a fortune each month on doing waxing or going to beauty parlours for getting them shaved wherever they please. So those who want to wear the sleeveless blouses steal their husband’s or brother’s shaving set and shaves it themselves. But shaving is an art and it is to be done with care and at peace. There is great difficulty when our right arm is to be shaved as the left hand may not be flexible as our right hand. But in cities where there is a will there is a way. Everything is delivered at your doorsteps.

So coming back to the story, the woman told me about how she shaves the ladies in our flat complex, then I also thought I may try it for the first time. I invited her in and closed the door. She then opened a case and took a sharp knife and some soap out. I was shocked to see a knife for shaving purpose since I was expecting a safety razor. But she told me there was nothing to worry and it would be a smooth experience. I then removed my blouse and sat before her in my bra. She opened my arms and looked at the pit growth. I could feel the smell of sweat and perspiration from my armpits. She touched my pit and put her fingers to her nose and sniffed for an instant. Then without applying any soap she used the razor sharp knife and in an instant I saw some soft hair falling down. She repeated the same to me left hand too. And within two seconds she had done first round. Then she shaved once again on both underarms so that the surface got smooth. She then touched there with her fingers and searched for any stubbles. She said the work was finished and I asked her about fee. She said it was only two rupees. It was a paltry sum. Then she took my pit hair fallen on the floor together and put it in a plastic cover. I asked her what does she want with it. She then told me that my pit hair was so soft and she had liked the smell on them. She told me that she had collected it to sniff at leisure.

I was stunned by her bold remark. Then I gave her two rupees and she was left. I was thinking about her taking my pit hair home to sniff at!. It was totally ridiculous. Then I too started wearing sleeveless blouses and I understood the need for shaving our pits as people would look at our opened body parts and may ogle at good pits. The armpits of women can make men go crazy. Each men is in search of a good armpit. The armpit hair makes them think about pussy. It is an aphrodisiac to many men. The maratti woman came to my house next week and knocked. But I told her that I like to have hair grown in my pits and I do not plan to go sleeveless everyday. She was gone with a sullen face.

I felt pity towards her making a living by shaving other women’s pits. It looked a pathetic job to me, so out of pity I used her service occasionally and I gave her food which was left balance of previous day’s dinner. She expressed her gratitude and told me that nobody had given her food from our flats and most of the time she was starving. This open remark made me more compassionate to her. I then made some household activities like washing bed sheets, taking wheat to flour mills to be done by her and used to give her some money.

This went on for an year and we became friends. Her name was Poornima. She would take my daughter to the adjacent park and would baby sit occasionally. My husband did not like anybody from outside visiting us. He was of opinion that all the local people are cheats and thieves. He scolded me for encouraging woman to come and chat with me. But I told her that I had nothing much to do in the afternoon and perhaps I could learn Maratti language by chatting with her. He was pleased about me learning native language and he told me that it would give us an added advantage of considered as a local family and it would be helpful when riots etc occur, which occurred most of the time during festival seasons.

My husband went for a conference at Bangalore and told me to take care of myself for a week. He was planning to visit his parents in the return trip and it may take one week to come back. I gave him a go ahead sign and thus was left home alone with my kid. Then rain started out of season. My office got a few holidays declared by the government. On one night, the rain was falling continuously from the evening and I had cooked food for me and kid and was reading a book. Then I heard a knock at the door. I was afraid about some unexpected guest or intruder and looked through my peephole. It was the Maratta woman standing at my door steps completely drenched in the rain. I opened the door and asked her what was the emergency. She then told me that she may not get train to go to her place and everywhere flood like situation has raised. She begged me to allow her to stay at my doorsteps. She said she would sleep in some newspaper and start in the early morning.

I considered the situation and decided to give her shelter. She could not murder me as I had a revolver hidden in my house. She was drenched and was smelling awful. I asked her to take a bath first if she want to stay at my flat. She walked cautiously without wetting my floor and I gave her an old cotton sary to wear. She then asked me if I could spare some mustard oil to her. I gave her a bottle which I sparingly used. The mustard oil is used for cooking fish, and as a massaging oil which was preferred by North Indian people. It had a strong smell and therefore I did not like it. But it can warm our body within instant if we rub it on us.

I then retired to my room and started reading the paper. Soon I heard a folk song being sung by the maratta woman. I was curious to see what made her such glorious mood. When I reached the kitchen I could see her applying mustard oil all over her body standing in the bathroom and singing loudly. She was completely naked and she was jet black all over. Her body was glistening with oil and sweat. She was standing against me and I could see her hands busy applying oil on her back and buttocks. Obviously she was using the chance given to her to the maximum and about quarter of the oil bottle was empty. Her hair was put above her head as a bunch and she had only a red string with some locket attached to it at her waist. She had put on leg on a platform and was massaging her big buttocks alternatively. With in a flash her round ass was in full view. Her ass was even more fair than rest of her body, but areas near her ass cheek was brownish black. She did not have any hair on or around her ass cheek. I was little surprised as most of the Maratti women hardly shave anywhere. They think that hair on their ass, around pussy and even armpits are sexy which really is. But I was quite surprised not seeing any hair on her ass. But I was not to be disappointed. Rather Purnima’s clean ass mounds made a stinging feeling in my cunt. Then she bent down to take some more oil giving a broad display of her ass hole to my eager eyes. Her ass holes was a blackish brown spot in the middle of very fair skin. The ass cheeks were reddish and everything was clean shaved. I was putting my hands into my panties and rubbing my pussy now. Purnima then did some thing very strange. She brought on of her finger with long nails near her ass hole and started scratching her ass cheek. She then inserted the finger inside her ass hole only a little bit and poked her ass for some long 30 seconds. She then brought her finger out and smelled it holding it before her nose. I could not clearly see her cunt as she was standing. But I could tell that her cunt was also completely shaven. Purnima then raised both of her hands over her head for oiling her hair. I was watching the big blotch of wetness from sweat at her armpits. She had a big bush of black hair on both of her armpit. I had never seen something so sexy in his life. She was shaving every woman’s armpits in these flats I wiped my tongue and lips imagining how delicious and sexy it would be to lick the sweat out of her armpit hair. Purnima seemed unaware of my presence and the effect of her nude body on me. But I was yet to see her frontal nudity from my angle of view. But I managed to get an over all idea about her black tits. Her tits looked bigger than I was expected when I see under her bra now. Then she moves sideways and started rubbing oil on her big black breasts. I had never seen any tits so beautiful in his life, not even in porno movies starring Negro women who are famous for their biggest globes of breast meat. They were fair, full, little sagged with jet black nipples and very large. They seemed to be lager than what appears from outside. I could imagine myself touching Poornima’s tits with both hands and licking her nipples. Purnima then started pouring water on her body and wiped all the sweat from her body with a towel. She raised her armpit again and wiped the sweat from there too. She then brought her nose close to one of the armpits and smelled it. She looked satisfied with the

Smell.

Then she began applying soap on her body. She used half of my toilet soap within a few minutes and used it to remove all oil she had just applied. She was not using shower but taking water from a bucket using a mug. And she had forgotten to close the door too. Perhaps she was used to bath in open as her hut in a slum area could not offer much privacy. I had seen women from the slums shitting near railway tracks sitting on the tracks and covering their face using their sary. Very near to them men may be sitting doing the same thing. And trains may be passing within five minutes gap, when a train approaches they just jump from the track and soon after its gone they will once again continue shitting sitting on the track!. I have never imagined they were such courageous people. Life in a Bombay slum takes away all of your shame, self respect etc and soon you become an animal, unabashed about your privacy, nudity and interested only to make more money. I could see her black body from behind and I did not get a clear frontal view of her nudity. If she had a white skin she would be more beautiful than me. As she wears ugly clothes and chew tobacco and never appeared as if taken a bath her real beauty was concealed before other’s

Eyes.

I thought it improper to stand there and watch her nudity while taking a bath and came back to my room. I could feel my pussy getting heated up and begging my hands to masturbate. I looked at my daughter. She was sleeping peacefully. After some time Poornima appeared from the bathroom with a smile on her face. She was humming another folk song in her native language. I could recognise some terms and could guess it was a song in dirty slang. She was wearing only the cotton sary, which I gave to her. She was not wearing any blouse or brassieres. She wore the sary in a round way fashion so that it would cover her breasts from a frontal view. But I could see her breasts and most of her backside by a side view. The way she dress could not cover her side view and I could see her breasts and I loved every moment of it. I was flabbergasted to notice her teats. She had very large and long nipples. It was sticking out of her sary like a small finger. Most of the Maratta women have taut and long nipples, which always protrude out. I could not control myself any longer. I was damn sure that if I sit there watching her semi nude body I might go mad and will rape her. So I proceeded to the kitchen and took some chappathis and poured some dal curry over it and put some red chillie pickles and offered it to her. I took some bread and omelette for me. We started eating it, I was sitting on chair and she preferred to sit on the floor.

She was occasionally looking at a shelf nearby and smiling at me. I could not understand her message. I asked her what was that. She then caught my attention towards a bottle of rum which was kept by my husband for his use. I never drink such strong liquors and I hate the smell of rum. She was begging me for some rum from my husband’s store. I could not deny her request. I knew that rum was the most cheap liquor and my husband might not scold me if he find out that I have taken from it. I opened the shelf and took the rum bottle and poured a half glass of rum and added water to it. She grabbed it from my hands and greedily drank it in one gulp. She then asked me for one more helping. I poured another half glass of rum and started adding water to it. But she took that water bottle away and drank it raw!. My god, she is a drunk it seems!. Anyway I put the bottle away and she got the message that she was not going to get anymore rum. She then sat silently and ate the food. Then she took my plates and washed them well and put them on the shelf.

I gave her a mat to sleep and one sheet for her to cover herself. She laid the cover on the mat and lay over it. She put her hands above her head and I could thus see her armpit bush and my head started spinning seeing the bushy pit. I asked her, “”Poorni,, you have not shaven your armpit hair? Why did you grow hair on your armpits while you are shaving every other woman and earning a living with the money”. Poornima smiled at me and said ” I’ll never shave hairs on my armpits. Only my pussy and ass will be clean shaved. My husband won’t permit me to shave there. He liked the smell of my bushy armpits”. She then asked me, “Madame have you shaved your pussy and ass by the way?”. I was stunned at her question. I told her that I had been shaven when I was admitted for delivery.

I still remember it as a most painful experience. There were about six women fully pregnant in a room and a nurse came with a razor for shaving us. She did not bother to apply any soap and shaved us raw. We were experiencing shaving for the first time and thought it was customary at hospitals not to apply soap and wet hair. But the lady next to me complained to her that she does not know how to shave and why did she not applying soap. But the nurse was very arrogant and replied that it was not her duty to shave women’s pussies. “You are coming here for delivery and having a forest between your legs. What do you think we are here for?, you should have shaved good and come prepared. I don’t have time to soap your bloody pussies and pleasure you with shaving. Lay there still or you will be hurt”, saying this she removed part of her bush with a scissors and shaved and she was writhing in pain. The others soon learnt a lesson and did not say anything and suffered the atrocity of the inexperienced nurse.

I replied her that I prefer a bit of bush on my pussy and I did not have any hair near my anus. I then changed to my night dress and lay myself along with my kid. The bed room light was on. Since Poorni was drunk and tired she started sleeping right away. I could not get sleep and I lay there thinking about the shower scene I had just viewed and I looked at the floor and looked at Poorni. I could hear her low snoring sound. Her upper part of dress had fallen around and I could see her breasts naked. Her head was turned on her right side and I was looking at her from her left side on my cot.

I could not resist the temptation to look at her big breasts once again clearly. So I moved silently to the mat and with slow moves removed the upper part of cloth covered her fully away. I stood apart and looked at the beautiful view offered to me by Poorni in her sleep. Her big breasts were well rounded and as heavy as two footballs. Since she had applied mustard oil all over her body there was a glistening sparkle on her breasts. I looked at her big nipples. I could not resist the temptation to touch them. I had to do that otherwise I die, I thought. I put my hands on her breasts and looked at her face for response. She did not move a bit. Thus encouraged I began moving my hands over her beautiful round big breasts and I took her large nipples in my hand and measured the length. The nipples were iron hard as I thought. I looked once again to her face to see whether they became hard because of my touch. Was she awake, but I did not see any response. Her breathing was as normal as it was. Then I desired to inspect her armpit more closely. I moved her hands a bit away from her body and moved bit by bit until it was wider enough to feast my eyes on her bushy armpits. As if she had read my thoughts she scratched her hair in her sleep and without much move from my side I could clearly see her armpit hair. It reminded my like a perfect black pussy. The hairs were sprouting outside and were reaching almost her breasts from the roots situated at the middle portion of her armpits. I remembered her words about her husband sniffing at her armpits and not permitting her to shave her pit hair fearing he might loss the natural odour of her pit. I wanted to sniff at it and feel it myself. But I still was not getting courage for sniffing. I did not know how many men had violated her in her life, in fact I did not know anything about her sex life so far.

I moved to the kitchen and opened the fridge for drinking some cool water. Then I saw the rum bottle and without thinking much I poured a stiff one into a glass and added water to it. I took it and gulped in one move, the taste was bitter. I was getting courage. I had one more drink and returned to my room. Poorni was sleeping in the same position. Her bushy pits were inviting me. My mouth was watering at the sight of her upper nudity before me. She was so plump and I kissed her on her armpits and sniffed her smell from armpits. Her husband was right there was something peculiar about her armpit smell. It remembered me of a garlic flower and it was stimulating me. Then she moved sideways closing her armpits. I jerked away and looked at her backside. It was black but so smooth like Naomi Campbell’s smooth body. I touched her backside and I felt I was touching butter. The mustard oil had a bad smell but the skin was made so soft and loved the touch of her flesh under my hands. I lay close to her. I was getting my head heavy. The problem with rum is that it hits directly to our heads and vanish in the same pace. I was getting enough courage to explore further. I did not mind even if she awake and I was ready for some explanation. My blood was boiling at the sight of the nude black woman lying close to me. I moved close to her and touched her nipples from behind. I loved the feeling of getting her nipples iron hard in my fingers and I started massaging those big breasts from my angle and I suspected her body temperature had increased. Then I longed for one view at her pussy.

Every woman craves for the view of another woman’s pussy and tits. It is due to curiosity more than streak of lesbianism. God had created all human as bisexuals, there will be no person from either sex who had not experience a caress or a seductive look from a close friend or relation of same sex. I was in such a frenzy and I was not going to stop. I really need a view of her black pussy. I knew she was drunk and could offer no restriction. So I tried to remove the remaining clothes from her body away and I forced her to lay on her back so that I can get a full view of her frontal nudity.

I was getting bolder. I put my hands into her lap and took away the edge of her dress put inside her waistline string. I moved her dress from her body and she was laying spread-eagled fashion before me. I looked at her pussy. She was keeping her legs crossed preventing me an inside view. I should apply pressure to part her legs and it might obviously wake her up. I could see only the upper part of her pubic triangle. It was neatly shaved and looked so smooth. I wandered over her upper triangle and the smoothness of the part interested me. How could I resist my temptation to part her legs and peep at her labia. I brought up some courage and tried to move one of her leg away from the other. Her big thighs were so creamy and I felt as if I was touching a buttered surface. Even if she looked ugly and not bathed most of the time, her private parts were superb. Her creamy thighs were dark but so soft and there was no hair on them. I kissed the inner sides of her thighs. That was a better idea than to apply force as she slightly parted her legs and continued to sleep as a child. Now I could see the rose coloured opening of her vagina. I moved my nose up to her vagina and inhaled her smell. She smelled heavily of sweat, soap and mustard oil. I did not dare to insert my tongue into her pussy. Then she moved once again and lay with her backside facing me and prevented the celestial view of her frontal nudity to be. But I was not to be disappointed since she was now offering the sexuality of her full back uncovered to my feasting eyes. Her buttocks looked like two black hill tops and they were tightly spaced so that the channel between them could not accommodate even a piece of silk between them. I loved to see her beautiful butt. The backside of her butts where the thighs start was doubly black than her other parts. Somehow her extreme blackness there attracted me. I put my hands over there and cupped her buttocks. I felt like I was kneading a finely powdered wheat flour using a generous amount of cooking oil. Such was the feeling, I loved it.

I kneaded her fat black buttocks like that for some time. I parted her butt and looked at her asshole. It was so small for a big lady like her. Now I was satisfied with my explorations and decided to stop and go to sleep. I moved to my bed and looking at her nude body laying below on the floor, I hiked my dress and inserted a finger into my vagina. It was wet with my love juices. And I started masturbating slowly. I rubbed the upper edge of my vagina till my rosebud clit was enlarged and I took it like a button and rolled it between my fingers. Then I closed my eyes and dreamed about standing in a shower with my barber Poornima naked and fully coated with oil. I loved the fantasy and soon inserted more and more fingers into me.

I then felt a kiss on my pussy and opened my eyes and found that Poornima was sitting on the floor naked and her head was touching my thighs and she was kissing on my pussy. ‘Madame, I was looking for eating your pussy, please allow me, I just love it’ she said in her language. I was happy and offered her my body. She took my cunt hair in her throat and moved her tongue on my cunt. Then she told me, ‘Madame, I will shave you first, I cannot keep your long hair in my mouth, if you allow me to shave your cunt, I can please you to the maximum.’ I was getting impatient, I nodded her. She then went to the bathroom as naked as she was born and returned with soap and a mug full of water. She parted my legs wide and applied soap on my thick cunt hair using a brush. When it was a good lather she used her sharp knife on the surface and started doing her job. She was an expert in cunt shaving. I think she is better there than at armpits. When she shaved my pelvis and pubic mound she asked me to sit in bed keeping my head high. She then put a pillow under my buttocks and carefully began to shave my outer labia and after ten minutes she told me that it was completely done. She took a small mirror from the table and put it to view my pussy. Wah, she was a lovely barber, my cunt was as hairless as my daughter’s pussy. I moved my fingers over it and felt the smoothness. Then she put some dettol( deodorant) into the water and washed my pussy without wetting my bed. Then she dried my vagina using my own night dress. She then lifted my thighs up and she too joined my bed and kissed my pussy.

She was looking into my eyes lying between my legs. She had a laugh of a victorious person. She put her long tongue outside and used it as a sharp penis and inserted into my vagina. It was a feeling like your whole pussy was stuffed with a soft but thick flannel, which moved inside touching all my nerves and my pussy was writhing for some free space. She used her tongue to create a whirlwind in my whole vagina and I was clenching my hands on the pillow’s sides and I felt I am going to die. It was like I am taken to Mount Everest and was going to be dropped into the valley like an ice ball. She then put her thumb finger to top of my vagina and rubbed my clitoris and never stopped her tongue’s movement for one instant. At last I felt two or three orgasms building up inside me and they happened like a wave created when you throw a stone into a still pond. I never in my experienced such a batch of consecutive orgasms.

She then lay there silently for some time and I moved to downside and kissed her. As our lips touched, she slipped her tongue into my mouth and I could feel my clitoris begin to throb as though it were psychically linked to my tongue. With just one kiss she made me come alive; what I thought was dead, broken now pulsated with desire.

I kissed her deep as I allowed my hands to explore her body. No longer in a drunken frenzy, slowly I made my way towards her bare breasts tasting them one at a time. I could feel her loving gaze on me as I made my way down, between her legs.

We made love again and again that night. I had had no idea I could feel so much. This was more than flesh on flesh. My Soul seemed to be dancing around the room, free at last. My body tingled with desire and the space between us, once filled with tension and anxiety now sparkled with electricity.

Thus I became addicted to pussy eating and I bet my lesbian barber is the best women who had loved me and will remain the same. My husband was surprised to see my pussy hairless. He was also excited by the view of my bald pussy. He asked me why did I do it. I told him that I was getting a feeling that sweat and perspiration had condensed at my pussy and the smell may offend him and decided to shave and grow hair afresh. He told me he would like such surprises. I was feeling guilty to cheat on him in his absence. So I gave him a good fellatio and after that he fucked me. He told me that he was getting a feeling that he was fucking a minor girl and he loved it. He then asked me to shave once in a while and thus shaving has improved our sexual life.

The barber Poornima sneaks into my house like an ardent lover whenever she saw my husband going for a tour and I have never disclosed my amorous adventures with my same sex to him. I know no husband would like to hear that. It will bruise their ego and why should a happily married wife spoil her life committing such blunders. God created us to enjoy sex and in whatever form available to us. So dear folks why wait, make love as many times as you please. Sex no bar.

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