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Gouri was 21, a young beautiful Indian girl living in the crowded outskirts of Chennai, India. She belongs from a middle class family and used to live in a modest 2BHK flat , with her parents and her 14 year old young brother Bittu.
Gouri is doing her bachelors from University in Arts, she's quite a shy, innocent looking submissive girl in her class. Boys in her class would taunt her and would push her in inappropriate places but she wouldn't resist them as she was too shy to confront them.
Gouri is 5'6 tall, mildly skinny, fair complexion with long black hairs, up to her waist. She has big eyes, thin eyebrows and beautiful plum pink lips. She's got a handful of cups and a big wide hips with a natural thigh gap. She used to do her hair in a long braided fashion
She's a very hardworking girl, doing all her home chores all by herself, she used to mop the floor all by her own with a piece of cloth, and in squatting posture. Which made her ass turn bigger and more firm and her thighs got wider and stronger.
Gouri needs a new salwar kameez for her upcoming family function and she borrows some money from her mother and goes off to market.
She was wearing a yellow women's kurta and a pair of white leggings. Her fabric was thin enough to make her underarms and bra-cups visible. On her back her bra straps were quite visible as well, also she's got some sweat patches along her armpits and her back.
She boarded an auto on the way, as she sat on the back all alone driving through the empty streets as it was quite hot that afternoon and everyone was resting in shades. The auto driver was trying to have a peek of her chest from his rear mirror and seldom steal some glances of her visible bra straps along her shoulders.
Gouri :- "Bhaiya Please Stop it here!”
She tells the auto driver to stop here, as she gave her the money. The auto driver used this moment to touch her hands, as he gave her a grin. Gouri frowned a bit before walking off from the place towards the tailor shop.
She knows the owner of the shop from her childhood but today he was absent instead it was his nephew attending the shop for him. His name was Alam, a m***** tailor.
Alam :- "Haanji How may I help you?”
Gouri :- In her submissive tone "Salwar Kameez, green kapde se" (I want to make a new dress)
Alam :- checking her out "size kya hai?" (Measurements?)
Gouri :- Nervous as she looks at the ground trying to remember her measurements
Alam :- "No worries, come inside. I'll take new measurements”
Gouri takes off her sandals and steps inside the shop. Alam takes her inside a room with curtains to cover from the reception area. Alam finds a measuring tape and hangs it along her shoulders and asks Gouri to stand on a raised platform.
Alam :- "Hands up in the air”
Alam walks behind her, as she raises her hands. Alam smiled at her visible bra-clip and bra straps as he took the measurement of her hands out wide. He looks at her sweat patches under her arms, as it turns him on looking at her smooth underarms over her yellow kurta fabric.
Gouri here was shaking nervously as she was inside a closed dark lit room with an unknown guy above her age and also physically quite well built. She was finding it hard to stand still as she trembled.
Alam raised his voice and scolded Gouri for moving too fast, and ordered her to stand still. He then took his tape and put one end on her neck and along her spine and the other end below her waist bone, touching her butt cracks through the leggings. Alam could feel the fabric inside her leggings as she's wearing underwear along her butt lines.
Gouri could sense Alam's fingers touching her through the leggings, but she didn't ask what he's doing as she was feeling shy, submissive and overwhelmed with Alam's dominance.
Alam then wraps the tape around her thighs, and behind her butt, as he measures her thighs and in the process he feels her butt real nice and good, pushing against those cushy soft butt cheeks as he smiles and enjoys the touching. Alam also felt confident as Gouri wasn't making a sound from his touch.
Alam got brave and used his fingers to tickle a little below her, right behind her inner thighs. He could feel the seam of her underwear and along some moist sweat texture. Gouri trembles with a cough and Alam quickly pulls out his hands.
"Can't you stand still a little while"
Alam scolded Gouri one more time before walking in front of her. He looks at her, into her eyes, looking confident and grim at the same time. On the other hand, sweat was rolling down Gouri's forehead as she moved her eyes off Alam from embarrassment. Her arms were hurting because of all the time it was up in the air as her arms trembles.
Alam couldn't care any less as he continue with his grim touches, he came real close to her breasts as he wraps his tape around her breasts, pulling them real tight across her tits, not letting any space to breath as he grabs her breast, squeezing them like soft dough but feeling the fabric of her bra cupping her tits.
He was pushing further until Gouri gasped for air and pushes Alam away. Alam looked at her in anger and Gouri immediately understood what she did and looked away from him. Pulling her hands down as she adjusted her kurta once more. Alam looks at her chest, some sweat soaking her neckline.
Alam said in possessive tone "The measurement came wrong because of your thick garments and you need to take them off here for further measurements"
Lighting struck on Gouri's face, she couldn't move, couldn't breath or react after what she heard. She started trembling a lot, but out of her low witted brain she thought that there's no other option because the date of her function was coming near.
Alam grabs the end of her kurta, while she stands still with her hands up in the air. She closed her eyes, flushing red cheeks in embarrassment as being a shy, introverted girl she was now being stripped off in-front of a stranger.
On the other hand, Alam was enjoying the suspense, excitement rushing through all his veins, as his erection caused a little bump under his pajamas. Which can be felt rubbing against Gouri's thighs.
Alam pulled her kurta off slowly, pulling it out of her hands and throwing it off on the ground as he finally saw her naked in bra. Gouri was closing her eyes in embarrassment as she used her hands to guard her breasts from Alam but he asked her to put her hands up in the air.
Alam could smell Gouri's body deodorant musking in the air. Alam looked at her leggings, told her to undo it herself. Gouri, all submissive and afraid, used one hand to guard her cleavage from Alam as she bends forward and her other hand to undo the leggings pushing it down onto her knees.
Gouri is doing her bachelors from University in Arts, she's quite a shy, innocent looking submissive girl in her class. Boys in her class would taunt her and would push her in inappropriate places but she wouldn't resist them as she was too shy to confront them.
Gouri is 5'6 tall, mildly skinny, fair complexion with long black hairs, up to her waist. She has big eyes, thin eyebrows and beautiful plum pink lips. She's got a handful of cups and a big wide hips with a natural thigh gap. She used to do her hair in a long braided fashion
She's a very hardworking girl, doing all her home chores all by herself, she used to mop the floor all by her own with a piece of cloth, and in squatting posture. Which made her ass turn bigger and more firm and her thighs got wider and stronger.
Gouri needs a new salwar kameez for her upcoming family function and she borrows some money from her mother and goes off to market.
She was wearing a yellow women's kurta and a pair of white leggings. Her fabric was thin enough to make her underarms and bra-cups visible. On her back her bra straps were quite visible as well, also she's got some sweat patches along her armpits and her back.
She boarded an auto on the way, as she sat on the back all alone driving through the empty streets as it was quite hot that afternoon and everyone was resting in shades. The auto driver was trying to have a peek of her chest from his rear mirror and seldom steal some glances of her visible bra straps along her shoulders.
Gouri :- "Bhaiya Please Stop it here!”
She tells the auto driver to stop here, as she gave her the money. The auto driver used this moment to touch her hands, as he gave her a grin. Gouri frowned a bit before walking off from the place towards the tailor shop.
She knows the owner of the shop from her childhood but today he was absent instead it was his nephew attending the shop for him. His name was Alam, a m***** tailor.
Alam :- "Haanji How may I help you?”
Gouri :- In her submissive tone "Salwar Kameez, green kapde se" (I want to make a new dress)
Alam :- checking her out "size kya hai?" (Measurements?)
Gouri :- Nervous as she looks at the ground trying to remember her measurements
Alam :- "No worries, come inside. I'll take new measurements”
Gouri takes off her sandals and steps inside the shop. Alam takes her inside a room with curtains to cover from the reception area. Alam finds a measuring tape and hangs it along her shoulders and asks Gouri to stand on a raised platform.
Alam :- "Hands up in the air”
Alam walks behind her, as she raises her hands. Alam smiled at her visible bra-clip and bra straps as he took the measurement of her hands out wide. He looks at her sweat patches under her arms, as it turns him on looking at her smooth underarms over her yellow kurta fabric.
Gouri here was shaking nervously as she was inside a closed dark lit room with an unknown guy above her age and also physically quite well built. She was finding it hard to stand still as she trembled.
Alam raised his voice and scolded Gouri for moving too fast, and ordered her to stand still. He then took his tape and put one end on her neck and along her spine and the other end below her waist bone, touching her butt cracks through the leggings. Alam could feel the fabric inside her leggings as she's wearing underwear along her butt lines.
Gouri could sense Alam's fingers touching her through the leggings, but she didn't ask what he's doing as she was feeling shy, submissive and overwhelmed with Alam's dominance.
Alam then wraps the tape around her thighs, and behind her butt, as he measures her thighs and in the process he feels her butt real nice and good, pushing against those cushy soft butt cheeks as he smiles and enjoys the touching. Alam also felt confident as Gouri wasn't making a sound from his touch.
Alam got brave and used his fingers to tickle a little below her, right behind her inner thighs. He could feel the seam of her underwear and along some moist sweat texture. Gouri trembles with a cough and Alam quickly pulls out his hands.
"Can't you stand still a little while"
Alam scolded Gouri one more time before walking in front of her. He looks at her, into her eyes, looking confident and grim at the same time. On the other hand, sweat was rolling down Gouri's forehead as she moved her eyes off Alam from embarrassment. Her arms were hurting because of all the time it was up in the air as her arms trembles.
Alam couldn't care any less as he continue with his grim touches, he came real close to her breasts as he wraps his tape around her breasts, pulling them real tight across her tits, not letting any space to breath as he grabs her breast, squeezing them like soft dough but feeling the fabric of her bra cupping her tits.
He was pushing further until Gouri gasped for air and pushes Alam away. Alam looked at her in anger and Gouri immediately understood what she did and looked away from him. Pulling her hands down as she adjusted her kurta once more. Alam looks at her chest, some sweat soaking her neckline.
Alam said in possessive tone "The measurement came wrong because of your thick garments and you need to take them off here for further measurements"
Lighting struck on Gouri's face, she couldn't move, couldn't breath or react after what she heard. She started trembling a lot, but out of her low witted brain she thought that there's no other option because the date of her function was coming near.
Alam grabs the end of her kurta, while she stands still with her hands up in the air. She closed her eyes, flushing red cheeks in embarrassment as being a shy, introverted girl she was now being stripped off in-front of a stranger.
On the other hand, Alam was enjoying the suspense, excitement rushing through all his veins, as his erection caused a little bump under his pajamas. Which can be felt rubbing against Gouri's thighs.
Alam pulled her kurta off slowly, pulling it out of her hands and throwing it off on the ground as he finally saw her naked in bra. Gouri was closing her eyes in embarrassment as she used her hands to guard her breasts from Alam but he asked her to put her hands up in the air.
Alam could smell Gouri's body deodorant musking in the air. Alam looked at her leggings, told her to undo it herself. Gouri, all submissive and afraid, used one hand to guard her cleavage from Alam as she bends forward and her other hand to undo the leggings pushing it down onto her knees.
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Alam groaned in pleasure as he could finally see her red underwear which was not letting him feel Gouri's pussy. Alam asked Gouri to stand like this, stripped off with her hands open wide as he began the measuring process all over again.
Alam first brought his face close to her neck, smelling and sniffing through the body aroma before he took her breasts measurement, this time less tight and properly. Down there Alam kneels down on ground to take her hips, he can see some of Gouri's pubic hair sneaking out through the sideways of her panties.
Alam smiles. He takes the measurement without touching any of Gouri's private parts. Gouri was amused by his new and pleasant behavior. Somewhere down, she was feeling more comfortable around him. Alam could sense it, as he can see Gouri catching some glances of him during measurement.
Alam asked Gouri
"Do you have any boyfriend?"
to which Gouri nodded "No"
Alam further added
"Has anyone ever touched you?"
to which Gouri stayed quiet and looked at her feet, anxious and excited.
Alam gently slid his hand between her thighs from behind and touched her vaginal area over her panties. Gently putting his hands up there and feeling the warmth and moist touch. Gouri's body reacted with a quick jerk along her spine, as she hit goosebumps, and she made a little noise. A small drop of sweat drops inside her left bra cup, Alam likes it.
Alam quickly undos her bra as it falls on the floor, and grabs her tits from behind with his strong tailor grip. Gouri moans in pleasure, closing her eyes, and biting her lips in epitome of sexual pleasure. Alam kisses her neck from the back, while poking his erection from behind into her buttcheeks.
"Today, I'll turn you into a complete woman" Alam softly spoke into her ears.
Alam pulls her panties down, dripping wet and he sees Gouri is too innocent to trim her pubic hairs neatly, he smiles at Gouri and her cheeks blushed. Alam rubbed her clits in circles, and Gouri was feeling what she never felt before.
It was a joy unspeakable for Gouri as for the first time ever she was being touched over her sensitive clit. Her legs were shaking and getting weaker. Alam slapped her pussy as it drools juices over his hand.
Alam made Gouri on her knees, before him. He grabbed his Pyjama and pulled the robe as it falls down his big, circumsized muslim penis flungs out infront of her. Gouri had never seen a man penis before, not even in adult magazines.
Alam made her hold his penis, Gouri was having continuous goosebumps as she held an erect penis for the first time. She can feel it throbbing in her hand. Alam told her to jerk his penis, and Gouri did, in a little novice way, in non harmonic motion, her skinny hands were jerking a big veiny penis.
Alam asked her to open her mouth, as she was not doing so. Gouri was too innocent to know about a blowjob. Alam told her that it's just like licking a lollipop. Gouri, getting brave, pulled her tongue out and licked his pink tip and smiled in excitement. Then she went a little further and licked her glans.
Alam in the way, put a big part of his dick in her mouth and asked her to hold it there for sometime. Gouri did, with her mouth blowing up, as she coughed it out. Alam get's her head from behind and starts to bob her head back and forth over his penis.
Gouri let Alam have his way with her, close her eyes, as she gags in and out of a strangers cock, while Alam can be seen with an utmost pleasure in his face, fucking an innocent, young, virgin girl.
Alam then let Gouri sit on his tailoring table, and pulled her legs wide open. Gouri was already leaking wet, as Alam didn't waste much time to put his cock inside her vagina. Gouri cracked out loud, in pain as it was her first time. A big fat thing just penetrated her small tight virgin cunt
Alam grabs her firmly, as he starts pumping in and out her pussy. Gouri was moaning in pain, closing her eyes. The humps were in rhythmic fashion, steady and hard. Alam sucked onto her nipples as he fucks her, Gouri was scratching Alam's back with her sharp nails. Alam sucked real hard onto her nipples, partly taking a fourth of the tit inside, between his lips.
Alam was really throbbing down there, Gouri and Alam both were sweating heavily in the hot summer afternoon as the table creaked out loud and wall stomped through the edge of the table hitting the wall. It was out and steamy.
Alam quickly pulled his dick out, and held it before pushing out thick ropes of hot white cum, onto Gouri's chest, some went far onto her lips, nose and her eyes. She kept it closed until Alam finished with loud groans. Gouri was feeling a little afraid of his dominant roar.
As she can now taste the salty warm liquid sticking to her lips, it was Alam's cum. Drooling down her body, mixed with her sweat. Alam's tip was red in a little blood from breaking Gouri's virginity seal. Alam breathes heavily and Gouri pants out loud.
Alam put her back on the ground, Gouri was feeling weak and satisfied after the long sexual tension between them ended up in hot steamy sex. Alam helped her clean up and sprayed some water on her face. She cleans up, wipes the cum down.
Alam then pulls his pants up and drinks a full bottle of water. Meanwhile Gouri puts her dress back, hurriedly as it was getting late. Gouri put money on Alam's desk as Alam told her to be back within three days.
Gouri then walked away, waved a hand to stop an auto, sat into it and drove off from the street to her home.
THE-END
Alam first brought his face close to her neck, smelling and sniffing through the body aroma before he took her breasts measurement, this time less tight and properly. Down there Alam kneels down on ground to take her hips, he can see some of Gouri's pubic hair sneaking out through the sideways of her panties.
Alam smiles. He takes the measurement without touching any of Gouri's private parts. Gouri was amused by his new and pleasant behavior. Somewhere down, she was feeling more comfortable around him. Alam could sense it, as he can see Gouri catching some glances of him during measurement.
Alam asked Gouri
"Do you have any boyfriend?"
to which Gouri nodded "No"
Alam further added
"Has anyone ever touched you?"
to which Gouri stayed quiet and looked at her feet, anxious and excited.
Alam gently slid his hand between her thighs from behind and touched her vaginal area over her panties. Gently putting his hands up there and feeling the warmth and moist touch. Gouri's body reacted with a quick jerk along her spine, as she hit goosebumps, and she made a little noise. A small drop of sweat drops inside her left bra cup, Alam likes it.
Alam quickly undos her bra as it falls on the floor, and grabs her tits from behind with his strong tailor grip. Gouri moans in pleasure, closing her eyes, and biting her lips in epitome of sexual pleasure. Alam kisses her neck from the back, while poking his erection from behind into her buttcheeks.
"Today, I'll turn you into a complete woman" Alam softly spoke into her ears.
Alam pulls her panties down, dripping wet and he sees Gouri is too innocent to trim her pubic hairs neatly, he smiles at Gouri and her cheeks blushed. Alam rubbed her clits in circles, and Gouri was feeling what she never felt before.
It was a joy unspeakable for Gouri as for the first time ever she was being touched over her sensitive clit. Her legs were shaking and getting weaker. Alam slapped her pussy as it drools juices over his hand.
Alam made Gouri on her knees, before him. He grabbed his Pyjama and pulled the robe as it falls down his big, circumsized muslim penis flungs out infront of her. Gouri had never seen a man penis before, not even in adult magazines.
Alam made her hold his penis, Gouri was having continuous goosebumps as she held an erect penis for the first time. She can feel it throbbing in her hand. Alam told her to jerk his penis, and Gouri did, in a little novice way, in non harmonic motion, her skinny hands were jerking a big veiny penis.
Alam asked her to open her mouth, as she was not doing so. Gouri was too innocent to know about a blowjob. Alam told her that it's just like licking a lollipop. Gouri, getting brave, pulled her tongue out and licked his pink tip and smiled in excitement. Then she went a little further and licked her glans.
Alam in the way, put a big part of his dick in her mouth and asked her to hold it there for sometime. Gouri did, with her mouth blowing up, as she coughed it out. Alam get's her head from behind and starts to bob her head back and forth over his penis.
Gouri let Alam have his way with her, close her eyes, as she gags in and out of a strangers cock, while Alam can be seen with an utmost pleasure in his face, fucking an innocent, young, virgin girl.
Alam then let Gouri sit on his tailoring table, and pulled her legs wide open. Gouri was already leaking wet, as Alam didn't waste much time to put his cock inside her vagina. Gouri cracked out loud, in pain as it was her first time. A big fat thing just penetrated her small tight virgin cunt
Alam grabs her firmly, as he starts pumping in and out her pussy. Gouri was moaning in pain, closing her eyes. The humps were in rhythmic fashion, steady and hard. Alam sucked onto her nipples as he fucks her, Gouri was scratching Alam's back with her sharp nails. Alam sucked real hard onto her nipples, partly taking a fourth of the tit inside, between his lips.
Alam was really throbbing down there, Gouri and Alam both were sweating heavily in the hot summer afternoon as the table creaked out loud and wall stomped through the edge of the table hitting the wall. It was out and steamy.
Alam quickly pulled his dick out, and held it before pushing out thick ropes of hot white cum, onto Gouri's chest, some went far onto her lips, nose and her eyes. She kept it closed until Alam finished with loud groans. Gouri was feeling a little afraid of his dominant roar.
As she can now taste the salty warm liquid sticking to her lips, it was Alam's cum. Drooling down her body, mixed with her sweat. Alam's tip was red in a little blood from breaking Gouri's virginity seal. Alam breathes heavily and Gouri pants out loud.
Alam put her back on the ground, Gouri was feeling weak and satisfied after the long sexual tension between them ended up in hot steamy sex. Alam helped her clean up and sprayed some water on her face. She cleans up, wipes the cum down.
Alam then pulls his pants up and drinks a full bottle of water. Meanwhile Gouri puts her dress back, hurriedly as it was getting late. Gouri put money on Alam's desk as Alam told her to be back within three days.
Gouri then walked away, waved a hand to stop an auto, sat into it and drove off from the street to her home.
THE-END
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My name is Gabriella. I’m 21 years old, living in Chennai with my parents and elder brother Ishaan. My brother was 23 years old and a Cricket player in college.
There was a player in my brother’s team named Rudra on whom I had a secret crush. He was tall and a handsome guy with an amazing physique. Every time I see him, I feel the excitement running through my body.
One weekend my parents were out of town, and taking advantage of the situation, my brother called a few of his friends for a night’s stay. Rudra was also there with two other friends, Kartik and Yash. They all were drinking, and my brother couldn’t handle his alcohol.
After some time, my brother got hammered and fell asleep on the couch. I was sitting beside my brother in case he woke up and needed some help. I was wearing my nightdress, which was made of very thin fabric and my 34c-26-36 size body was looking extra curvy in that.
I noticed that boys were checking me out and whispering something among themselves. I was getting naughty thoughts in my head and felt a wetness between my legs. I could feel that the boys were also thinking about me. So I decided to go for it.
Rudra was my secret crush, and I wanted him inside me. I wanted Rudra to be the one who breaks my seal and takes my virginity. I sat across from the boys, so I slowly spread my legs. Inside I was not wearing panties. I gave a view of my shaved pink pussy to the boys.
Kartik and Yash got stunned, and they were looking at my dripping pussy with their jaws dropped. On the other hand, Rudra had a smirk on his face and was looking at me like a hungry wolf ready to attack. I pointed at Rudra and asked him to go for it.
He obliged at once and slowly walked towards me. He stood in front of me and patted my head. Rudra now began to remove his clothes as I watched him lustfully. My brother was just a few feet away from us, sleeping on the couch. Rudra now stood just in his underwear with a huge bulge inside his underwear.
I couldn’t remove my eyes from Rudra’s cock, fighting to come out of his underwear. Rudra then walked to me and began to kiss me on the mouth. He was sucking my lips, and our tongues were tangling inside each other’s mouths.
Rudra slid the strap of my dress from my shoulders, and my big white tits appeared in front of him. Rudra slowly squeezed them with his hands and pressed his big hard cock against my body.
Rudra now grabbed my hands and placed them on his hard-on dick. I ran my hands up and down his hard-on dick while he slid his hands between my legs. He began to play with my already wet pussy. By that time, I was so aroused that I started moaning and lost control of my body.
I let Rudra take control of my body and do as he pleases. Kartik and Yash enjoyed watching us. I could see the bulge inside their pants. Rudra made me lay down on the small bed present in the living room. He then got between my soft legs and slowly began to rub his bulge on my wet pussy.
One of his hands was squeezing my one boob, and his mouth was sucking one of my nipples. I was feeling all kinds of emotions. I was scared of my brother waking up. I felt excited as Rudra began to lick and suck my wet pussy.
My brother’s best friend was exploring the depths of pussy with his tongue while his other two friends were watching. My moans grew louder and louder over the seconds until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had a very powerful orgasm as I never had in my life.
I squirted my juice all over his face, and he happily licked up the juice from my pussy. Rudra then climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I could taste my cum in his mouth while he kissed me for several minutes. I noticed his huge cock was brushing my thighs.
Rudra: I’m going to fuck you raw. My unprotected cock is going to destroy your virgin pussy. His words were arousing me even more. I wanted his dick inside me very badly. But I was scared that my brother sleeping there might wake up.
Me: Please, not here. What if Ishaan wakes up and sees us like this?
Rudra: Don’t worry, he won’t wake.
Rudra slowly started to penetrate his dick inside me, but it was so tight that it was not going inside. He applied little pressure, and the tip of the dick went inside my pussy. I couldn’t handle that and screamed.
Me: Take it out. It is very painful. I can’t take it in.
Rudra shut my mouth with his hand and made me quiet. He kept on penetrating my dick inside my vagina. Once it was completely inside, he started slowly fucking me.
I was trying to scream, but my mouth was shut tight. Watching me in pain made him even harder. He increased his speed and fucked me even harder.
Yash: Rudra, you bastard. You are such an animal. Show some mercy on her virgin pussy.
Rudra: No! No! I’m going to fuck her so good that she will beg for my cock every day.
Rudra kept slamming his cock and balls deep inside my pussy while I cried in a soft voice. He increased his speed with every stroke, and his dick was touching the deepest spot of my vagina. The sound of our skin colliding was echoing in the room.
He sucked my nipples, licked me all over my face and fucked me for several minutes. I saw my brother Ishaan sleeping peacefully, unaffected by everything. He had no idea what his best friend was doing with his little sister. I saw Kartik and Yash were jerking off their dicks, watching Rudra taking me like a whore.
Soon my pain was gone, and my cries turned into moans. I was near orgasm, digging my nails into his ass.
Rudra: That’s my girl. Are you enjoying it, baby? Say it, loud, baby girl. Beg for it! Beg for my cock.
Me: Yes! Yes! Oh my god, it is so big. Fuck me hard, baby.
He got super excited seeing me like that and begging like a whore for his dick. Rudra gave me what I asked for. He pushed his dick deep inside me and filled my pussy with his hot cum.
I could feel the stream of his hot cum flowing deep inside my pussy. I screamed out into a powerful orgasm a few seconds later and squirted my pussy juice all over him.
Rudra: Ahh! Yes, baby girl. Take it. Take all my load in your womb.
I grabbed his head and kissed him while he was still pumping his cum inside me. Then he stood and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. He placed his cock covered in cum near my face.
My legs were still spread open and gave a beautiful view of Kartik and Yash. Yash saw the opening, quickly slid between my legs, and climbed on top of me.
Yash: Now it’s my turn to taste Ishaan’s sweet little sister.
Yash grabbed me hard and attacked my boobs. He was sucking them like a hungry wolf. Meanwhile, I was sucking Rudra’s dick and cleaning the cum from it. Rudra was still semi-erect after orgasm.
There was a player in my brother’s team named Rudra on whom I had a secret crush. He was tall and a handsome guy with an amazing physique. Every time I see him, I feel the excitement running through my body.
One weekend my parents were out of town, and taking advantage of the situation, my brother called a few of his friends for a night’s stay. Rudra was also there with two other friends, Kartik and Yash. They all were drinking, and my brother couldn’t handle his alcohol.
After some time, my brother got hammered and fell asleep on the couch. I was sitting beside my brother in case he woke up and needed some help. I was wearing my nightdress, which was made of very thin fabric and my 34c-26-36 size body was looking extra curvy in that.
I noticed that boys were checking me out and whispering something among themselves. I was getting naughty thoughts in my head and felt a wetness between my legs. I could feel that the boys were also thinking about me. So I decided to go for it.
Rudra was my secret crush, and I wanted him inside me. I wanted Rudra to be the one who breaks my seal and takes my virginity. I sat across from the boys, so I slowly spread my legs. Inside I was not wearing panties. I gave a view of my shaved pink pussy to the boys.
Kartik and Yash got stunned, and they were looking at my dripping pussy with their jaws dropped. On the other hand, Rudra had a smirk on his face and was looking at me like a hungry wolf ready to attack. I pointed at Rudra and asked him to go for it.
He obliged at once and slowly walked towards me. He stood in front of me and patted my head. Rudra now began to remove his clothes as I watched him lustfully. My brother was just a few feet away from us, sleeping on the couch. Rudra now stood just in his underwear with a huge bulge inside his underwear.
I couldn’t remove my eyes from Rudra’s cock, fighting to come out of his underwear. Rudra then walked to me and began to kiss me on the mouth. He was sucking my lips, and our tongues were tangling inside each other’s mouths.
Rudra slid the strap of my dress from my shoulders, and my big white tits appeared in front of him. Rudra slowly squeezed them with his hands and pressed his big hard cock against my body.
Rudra now grabbed my hands and placed them on his hard-on dick. I ran my hands up and down his hard-on dick while he slid his hands between my legs. He began to play with my already wet pussy. By that time, I was so aroused that I started moaning and lost control of my body.
I let Rudra take control of my body and do as he pleases. Kartik and Yash enjoyed watching us. I could see the bulge inside their pants. Rudra made me lay down on the small bed present in the living room. He then got between my soft legs and slowly began to rub his bulge on my wet pussy.
One of his hands was squeezing my one boob, and his mouth was sucking one of my nipples. I was feeling all kinds of emotions. I was scared of my brother waking up. I felt excited as Rudra began to lick and suck my wet pussy.
My brother’s best friend was exploring the depths of pussy with his tongue while his other two friends were watching. My moans grew louder and louder over the seconds until I couldn’t take it anymore. I had a very powerful orgasm as I never had in my life.
I squirted my juice all over his face, and he happily licked up the juice from my pussy. Rudra then climbed on top of me and started kissing me. I could taste my cum in his mouth while he kissed me for several minutes. I noticed his huge cock was brushing my thighs.
Rudra: I’m going to fuck you raw. My unprotected cock is going to destroy your virgin pussy. His words were arousing me even more. I wanted his dick inside me very badly. But I was scared that my brother sleeping there might wake up.
Me: Please, not here. What if Ishaan wakes up and sees us like this?
Rudra: Don’t worry, he won’t wake.
Rudra slowly started to penetrate his dick inside me, but it was so tight that it was not going inside. He applied little pressure, and the tip of the dick went inside my pussy. I couldn’t handle that and screamed.
Me: Take it out. It is very painful. I can’t take it in.
Rudra shut my mouth with his hand and made me quiet. He kept on penetrating my dick inside my vagina. Once it was completely inside, he started slowly fucking me.
I was trying to scream, but my mouth was shut tight. Watching me in pain made him even harder. He increased his speed and fucked me even harder.
Yash: Rudra, you bastard. You are such an animal. Show some mercy on her virgin pussy.
Rudra: No! No! I’m going to fuck her so good that she will beg for my cock every day.
Rudra kept slamming his cock and balls deep inside my pussy while I cried in a soft voice. He increased his speed with every stroke, and his dick was touching the deepest spot of my vagina. The sound of our skin colliding was echoing in the room.
He sucked my nipples, licked me all over my face and fucked me for several minutes. I saw my brother Ishaan sleeping peacefully, unaffected by everything. He had no idea what his best friend was doing with his little sister. I saw Kartik and Yash were jerking off their dicks, watching Rudra taking me like a whore.
Soon my pain was gone, and my cries turned into moans. I was near orgasm, digging my nails into his ass.
Rudra: That’s my girl. Are you enjoying it, baby? Say it, loud, baby girl. Beg for it! Beg for my cock.
Me: Yes! Yes! Oh my god, it is so big. Fuck me hard, baby.
He got super excited seeing me like that and begging like a whore for his dick. Rudra gave me what I asked for. He pushed his dick deep inside me and filled my pussy with his hot cum.
I could feel the stream of his hot cum flowing deep inside my pussy. I screamed out into a powerful orgasm a few seconds later and squirted my pussy juice all over him.
Rudra: Ahh! Yes, baby girl. Take it. Take all my load in your womb.
I grabbed his head and kissed him while he was still pumping his cum inside me. Then he stood and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. He placed his cock covered in cum near my face.
My legs were still spread open and gave a beautiful view of Kartik and Yash. Yash saw the opening, quickly slid between my legs, and climbed on top of me.
Yash: Now it’s my turn to taste Ishaan’s sweet little sister.
Yash grabbed me hard and attacked my boobs. He was sucking them like a hungry wolf. Meanwhile, I was sucking Rudra’s dick and cleaning the cum from it. Rudra was still semi-erect after orgasm.
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I was sucking his dick and balls like a good girl. Yash slowly took his hand towards my ass and started massaging my butt hole. Suddenly he shoved his middle finger inside my ass.
Yash: What an ass. Now it’s all mine to enjoy. Turn over, sweetheart. I want to take you from behind.
I understood that he wanted to fuck in my ass. He bit me on my ass cheeks and gave a hard spank as I turned over. I cried in a soft moaning voice to make him aroused.
Yash was fucking my ass with his middle finger. Suddenly he shoved two fingers inside my ass. I tried to stop him, but he grabbed me tight and kept fucking his fingers in my ass.
Yash: Don’t fight, sweetheart. Just spread your ass for me like a good little bitch.
I was pinned down on the bed with my face down while Yash explored my ass with his fingers. He then stopped and asked me to stand on my four hands and legs like a bitch. He grabbed me by my waist and rubbed his thick cock between butt cracks.
His hot dick rubbing against my ass was arousing me. Then he aimed his dick on my ass and gave a hard push. It was so painful that I couldn’t manage to breathe for a second. I screamed in pain and tried to back off, but Yash grabbed me tightly.
He kept penetrating his dick inch by inch inside my virgin ass until half of his dick submerged inside my ass. I was begging him to take it out, but he showed no mercy and started fucking me like that.
Yash: Oh my god. What a tight fucking ass.
I was crying, but Yash was riding me like a bitch. Kartik came in front of me with his cock out and asked me to taste it. Now both my ass and my mouth were jammed with thick cocks. I was gagging on Kartik’s dick, and Yash was ruthlessly fucking my ass.
His dick was so thick that it felt like it was tearing my ass apart. After several minutes of fucking, Yash filled my ass with hot cum. I was so exhausted that I fell onto the bed. Yash fell on me, and his dick was still inside my ass. He kissed me on my neck and behind my ears.
He was also squeezing my ass cheeks hard and then spanked them to leave a mark on it. I thought it was all over, but the boys were far from over. Kartik quickly took the position and shoved his dick inside my ass.
Me: I’m so exhausted now. Please! I can’t take it anymore.
Kartik: Just for a few minutes more, darling. Once we are satisfied with you, you can sleep.
My ass was all stretched up and lubricated from previous fucks. Kartik’s dick was slipping smoothly in and out of my ass. I clutched his dick with my ass, and he enjoyed it.
I did him harder and tried to squeeze his dick inside my ass. His fast stroke changed to slow and hard. He was gasping for air and moaning in a soft voice.
Kartik: That’s it! Take it. Take my cum in your tight ass.
Me: Yes, baby! Fill me up with your hot molten cum.
Kartik started shooting a stream of hot cum inside my ass in just a few seconds. Then he pulled out his dick and cum all over my back. He massaged my back with his sticky cum and spread it all over. I lay down on the bed to catch my breath, and Kartik lay on top of me.
He was kissing my mouth passionately while massaging his balls with my left hand. I couldn’t believe that my brother’s best friends had just taken my virginity. I looked around and saw my brother was still asleep. Rudra and Yash were still naked and were enjoying drinks.
I stood from the bed and was going to clean myself. But Rudra stopped and pulled me to his lap. He had a drink in one hand, wrapped around my waist.
Me: Let me clean the cum from my body. I will be back soon.
Kartik: Why? You look sexy, covered in our cum.
They laughed, and I blushed a little. I was sitting on Rudra’s lap and could feel the pain in my ass due to all the fucking. Rudra poured some drink on my tits and licked them. He bit my nipples while sucking them.
I made a soft moaning sound to arouse the boys. I saw their dicks rising to my moaning sound in a few seconds.
Yash: Let’s fuck her together and cum on her simultaneously.
I was stunned and scared. I wasn’t sure if I could take their monstrous dicks inside me simultaneously.
Me: Please, no. You guys are huge and fuck like animals. I can’t handle all of you at the same time.
Rudra picked me up and made me sit on his lap with my legs spread open. He pulled my hair and squeezed my pussy.
Rudra: Just one more time, baby girl. Let us bend you and fuck you together. I promise we will not ask anything after that.
Rudra took me to the bed again. He lay down and asked me to sit on his cock. I spread my legs and sat on his dick, taking it inch by inch inside my pussy. Yash bent me over and aimed his cock on my ass as I took it all in. I felt the explosion of pain in my ass as he shoved his dick completely inside.
I was about to scream when Kartik shoved his dick in my throat. Now all my holes were stuffed with cocks. Rudra and Yash started with slow strokes and gradually increased their speed. Meanwhile, Kartik was choking my throat with his monstrous dick.
Their dicks were rearranging the insides of my body. It was painful, but I was enjoying every inch of their cocks. I could feel the orgasm building inside me.
Me: I’m going to cum. Yes! Yes!
Yash: Cum, sweetheart! Cum for me. Make a mess of my cock with your cum.
I screamed and burst into an orgasm. A fountain of cum came out of my wet cunt and made a mess on their cocks. It was so powerful that it lasted for about a minute. After the orgasm, I was completely exhausted and let the boys do as they pleased with my body.
Soon after, Kartik and Yash changed positions. They took turns to fuck all my holes one by one. By the time they were done, I had cum multiple times. They asked me to sit on my knees with my mouth open. They surrounded me and started jerking off their dicks near my face.
Together, they released thick, hot cum all over my face and hair. Before spitting out cum from my mouth, I had already swallowed some of their thick, salty cum.
The boys looked happy after they were done. I was looking like their whore covered in cum. I looked at my brother, and he was still sleeping. I wondered what he would think when he found out that his sweet sister had been gang-banged by his best friends.
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Yash: What an ass. Now it’s all mine to enjoy. Turn over, sweetheart. I want to take you from behind.
I understood that he wanted to fuck in my ass. He bit me on my ass cheeks and gave a hard spank as I turned over. I cried in a soft moaning voice to make him aroused.
Yash was fucking my ass with his middle finger. Suddenly he shoved two fingers inside my ass. I tried to stop him, but he grabbed me tight and kept fucking his fingers in my ass.
Yash: Don’t fight, sweetheart. Just spread your ass for me like a good little bitch.
I was pinned down on the bed with my face down while Yash explored my ass with his fingers. He then stopped and asked me to stand on my four hands and legs like a bitch. He grabbed me by my waist and rubbed his thick cock between butt cracks.
His hot dick rubbing against my ass was arousing me. Then he aimed his dick on my ass and gave a hard push. It was so painful that I couldn’t manage to breathe for a second. I screamed in pain and tried to back off, but Yash grabbed me tightly.
He kept penetrating his dick inch by inch inside my virgin ass until half of his dick submerged inside my ass. I was begging him to take it out, but he showed no mercy and started fucking me like that.
Yash: Oh my god. What a tight fucking ass.
I was crying, but Yash was riding me like a bitch. Kartik came in front of me with his cock out and asked me to taste it. Now both my ass and my mouth were jammed with thick cocks. I was gagging on Kartik’s dick, and Yash was ruthlessly fucking my ass.
His dick was so thick that it felt like it was tearing my ass apart. After several minutes of fucking, Yash filled my ass with hot cum. I was so exhausted that I fell onto the bed. Yash fell on me, and his dick was still inside my ass. He kissed me on my neck and behind my ears.
He was also squeezing my ass cheeks hard and then spanked them to leave a mark on it. I thought it was all over, but the boys were far from over. Kartik quickly took the position and shoved his dick inside my ass.
Me: I’m so exhausted now. Please! I can’t take it anymore.
Kartik: Just for a few minutes more, darling. Once we are satisfied with you, you can sleep.
My ass was all stretched up and lubricated from previous fucks. Kartik’s dick was slipping smoothly in and out of my ass. I clutched his dick with my ass, and he enjoyed it.
I did him harder and tried to squeeze his dick inside my ass. His fast stroke changed to slow and hard. He was gasping for air and moaning in a soft voice.
Kartik: That’s it! Take it. Take my cum in your tight ass.
Me: Yes, baby! Fill me up with your hot molten cum.
Kartik started shooting a stream of hot cum inside my ass in just a few seconds. Then he pulled out his dick and cum all over my back. He massaged my back with his sticky cum and spread it all over. I lay down on the bed to catch my breath, and Kartik lay on top of me.
He was kissing my mouth passionately while massaging his balls with my left hand. I couldn’t believe that my brother’s best friends had just taken my virginity. I looked around and saw my brother was still asleep. Rudra and Yash were still naked and were enjoying drinks.
I stood from the bed and was going to clean myself. But Rudra stopped and pulled me to his lap. He had a drink in one hand, wrapped around my waist.
Me: Let me clean the cum from my body. I will be back soon.
Kartik: Why? You look sexy, covered in our cum.
They laughed, and I blushed a little. I was sitting on Rudra’s lap and could feel the pain in my ass due to all the fucking. Rudra poured some drink on my tits and licked them. He bit my nipples while sucking them.
I made a soft moaning sound to arouse the boys. I saw their dicks rising to my moaning sound in a few seconds.
Yash: Let’s fuck her together and cum on her simultaneously.
I was stunned and scared. I wasn’t sure if I could take their monstrous dicks inside me simultaneously.
Me: Please, no. You guys are huge and fuck like animals. I can’t handle all of you at the same time.
Rudra picked me up and made me sit on his lap with my legs spread open. He pulled my hair and squeezed my pussy.
Rudra: Just one more time, baby girl. Let us bend you and fuck you together. I promise we will not ask anything after that.
Rudra took me to the bed again. He lay down and asked me to sit on his cock. I spread my legs and sat on his dick, taking it inch by inch inside my pussy. Yash bent me over and aimed his cock on my ass as I took it all in. I felt the explosion of pain in my ass as he shoved his dick completely inside.
I was about to scream when Kartik shoved his dick in my throat. Now all my holes were stuffed with cocks. Rudra and Yash started with slow strokes and gradually increased their speed. Meanwhile, Kartik was choking my throat with his monstrous dick.
Their dicks were rearranging the insides of my body. It was painful, but I was enjoying every inch of their cocks. I could feel the orgasm building inside me.
Me: I’m going to cum. Yes! Yes!
Yash: Cum, sweetheart! Cum for me. Make a mess of my cock with your cum.
I screamed and burst into an orgasm. A fountain of cum came out of my wet cunt and made a mess on their cocks. It was so powerful that it lasted for about a minute. After the orgasm, I was completely exhausted and let the boys do as they pleased with my body.
Soon after, Kartik and Yash changed positions. They took turns to fuck all my holes one by one. By the time they were done, I had cum multiple times. They asked me to sit on my knees with my mouth open. They surrounded me and started jerking off their dicks near my face.
Together, they released thick, hot cum all over my face and hair. Before spitting out cum from my mouth, I had already swallowed some of their thick, salty cum.
The boys looked happy after they were done. I was looking like their whore covered in cum. I looked at my brother, and he was still sleeping. I wondered what he would think when he found out that his sweet sister had been gang-banged by his best friends.
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I am Vivek. I was 36 years and my wife Aishwarya Lekshmi was aged 32 at that time. I worked in a MultiNational Company in the marketing division. Aishwarya (my wife) was definitely worth a second look. She looked sexy and desirable to any adult male. Her face, figure, smile, gestures and walk were purely feminine.
Although she was not village girl, she was conservative in matters relating to sex and exposure. I had to cajole, persuade, argue and finally shout at her to make her undress before sex. Gradually she relented and agreed to wear Punjabi dresses, which highlighted her features a bit more than in saree.
Her most attractive features were her breasts, hips, waist and navel. Contours of these assets stood out. Her hips naturally swung temptingly as she walked. She had round face, lissom figure, long hair, kissable lips, innocent inviting smile, long shapely legs, artistic fingers, handful of breasts, long and curvaceous waist line, and guitar shaped back with shapely curvy ass; all added to a sum total of a acutely desirable female. She was a sexy looking fit but conservative Indian house wife.
She did not like other men touching her even casually or unknowingly. She picked up a fight, if by chance in a crowded bus some man touched or brushed her. Due to this reason it was nightmarish, if we had to travel in a crowded bus or Metro with her.
Although Aishwarya was conservative, she had good sex drive. Her natural instincts got uncovered as I spent time educating her on nuances of enjoying sex. She was a good learner. Though her approach to outsiders remained the same, Aishwarya and I had ravishing sex life for the first three years of our marriage.
After we had our son, she seemed to have lost her sexual appetite. She avoided my overtures and when I was horny and pleaded with her, she would relent by spreading her legs and letting me fuck her. That was so boring and repulsive that I avoided reaching that stage as much as possible.
Once, Aishwarya and I went to a nearby shopping center. There were some people in the shop, but I noticed a smart tall and strongly built man standing close to us, asking for some items from the counter sales woman. I noticed the man particularly because I saw him checking out my wife closely. He was subtly scrutinizing her vital stats. I could see his eyes were stuck at her bosom, ass and navel. All husbands know when someone looks at their wives with that look. My wife saw it but did not pay any attention. Admittedly I was excited at him looking at my wife lustfully. I did not understand my own reaction at that time.
After the purchase, my wife Aishwarya forgot to pick up her money bag and moved out of the shop. When we went to the next shop some distance away, she realized that her bag was missing. She was panicky. There was a good amount of money in her purse. As we were contemplating running back to the previous shop, the same gentleman appeared with my wife's bag in his hands.
He smiled and asked us, "Is this what you are looking for?"
Aishwarya collected her purse and we thanked him profusely. He was Sam and lived close to the entrance in our colony, whereas we lived almost at the end of the colony.
My wife insisted that he should come to our house on our way back. After a bit of persuasion, he came to our house. Aishwarya served him tea and snacks. He belonged to the same town as my wife. He knew her family and had met her brother once. Aishwarya was thrilled to hear this. When we asked him about his wife, he informed us that his wife had deserted him six months ago. He said that his wife was in love with someone, before marriage. She had concealed this fact from him. Her parents compelled her to marry Sam. They stayed and slept together for only a week. He stated these embarrassing facts with simple innocence. We were touched. I insisted that whenever he had time, he was welcome. Aishwarya also supported me.
As I knew more about him, I learned that Sam was inherently romantic but simple by nature. He admitted that he loved his wife and missed her. He did not blame her for leaving him. He had a small physio-therapy clinic near our colony. His clinic enjoyed a good reputation in the area.
Sam was lovable with an innocent personality. Sometimes, he said the weirdest things with simple innocence. It was no wonder that he was a hit with my wife Aishwarya. He broke through my conservative wife Aishwarya's wall of isolation with males and became her favorite in a short time. He had a knack of taking liberties with her in such an innocent way that she was flattered rather than offended.
Within the first three months, Sam was like our good family friend. Occasionally Sam made appreciative though mildly sexist comments on my wife Aishwarya's appearance. For example, "Bhabhi (sister in law), you are very beautiful. Your figure in the front matches your perfect figure at the back." Although she was edgy at first; as time passed, she began to accept such comments with a smile. She thought that at least there was someone who really appreciated her plus points and gave her importance. I was lacking in that and that was her grouse against me. However, Aishwarya still expressed her obvious discomfort if Sam touched her.
I had read somewhere that if husband and wife have a tacit understanding; a third person flirting with the wife might be able to inject an element of thrill in the couple's life. In other words wife sharing boosts up sex life for married couples. Suddenly I had an idea. It was obvious that Sam was trying to get intimate with my wife. Was he trying to seduce her? Was she giving him some space, much against her nature? I was turned on with the idea of Sam making out with Aishwarya.
I was excited with the idea. How about encouraging them to flirt in my presence? I had suspected Sam was trying to woo my wife on several occasions. Sam kept praising her beauty, grace, intelligence etc. in the sky. Most of the time, she blushed and lapped it up. Sometimes, she rebuked him, albeit mildly. That perhaps confirmed that she had begun to like Sam and liked his flirty praises.
I teased my wife. When she described how Sam praised her, I asked her, "He seems to be a flirt. I have seen him ogle at your boobs." She did not seem to like my comments.
When I made that comment once too often, Aishwarya replied, "I know that. All men do it." She was right.
I asked Aishwarya, "What about Sam? You seem to like him. I think he has a crush on you. I feel that if you give him a little rope, he might grab you by your waist and given half a chance he may not spare you." I then added gingerly, "Should I tell you something? I won't mind seeing you make out with him."
Aishwarya looked at me with disdain. She asked, "What do you mean? He is a nice guy. He likes me. He may be looking for a chance to get intimate with me. You all men do the same. But how can you think of my physical relationship with him? I will never think of cheating you. I am quite happy with you. I don't like any other man touching me."
I was getting obsessed with the idea of getting Sam to share my wife Aishwarya with me. I loved hearing anything from my wife that gave a hint that Sam had a chance with my wife Aishwarya. I told her, "Where is the question of cheating me? If you make out with him, it would be because of me that you would let him get closer to you."
Aishwarya said dismissively, "That may be your idea. For me it is out of the question. I am married to you and will always be loyal to you. Take it from me; I will not let Sam touch me." She pulled down the curtain on my hopes. However, I was fairly optimistic knowing that Sam had the capability to charm my wife, even though she might resist him initially. I hoped he might just be able to pull it off.
Some months passed. Sam visited us regularly in the evening. When he got late I could see that Aishwarya got edgy. To me, Sam was a good company for occasional drinks in the evening. Sam didn't drink; he would sit with me for a few minutes and have juice. He would then go to Aishwarya and spend a good deal of his time and attention on my wife Aishwarya; which spared me the trouble of hearing her daily complaints about servants, society's sweepers, high vegetable prices etc. As time passed, I saw Sam casually touching Aishwarya, holding her hands or patting her back and getting away with it. Sam was making good progress.
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Sam writes:
At the grocery shop, near our colony, I met this couple. I was completely swept off my feet by a sexy rather young woman, who was accompanied by her husband. She had that figure, which would drive any man to insanity. Those lovely perfectly shaped spherical melons that were almost popping out of her bra and blouse. A tiny coiled strand of her hair falling right down in front of her left eye, her chubby cheeks, bright mischievous eyes, 'x' curved exposed stomach flaring off to lovely ass curves, her saree tied right below that delicious navel and finally those well hidden shapely thighs and legs were enough to make me go bonkers.
My first thought was to have an opportunity to be introduced to her. And how! I got the most favourable chance one could hope to get. She left her money bag behind, right in front of my nose and walked out. It almost looked as if she wanted me to take the bag and hand it to her. I couldn't have hoped to get a better chance. Naturally I ran after her and handed over her bag to her great relief. They invited me to their house and that started our reciprocal visits.
Luck seemed to favour me all the way. She belonged to the same town as mine and I happened to meet her brother several times. I was able to gain Aishwarya's acceptance. Her strong resistance turned into reluctance and then into hesitation. She soft paddled my small advances. She pretended to protest in front of her husband. However, she did not seem to mind my overtures and vague hints too much. Surprisingly, her husband did not mind my attempts to get closer to her at all. This was a great relief.
However, I knew that I must work cautiously. I decided to go slow and steady. I drank with the husband and spent time with the wife. I heard all her daily issues patiently and took deep interest in them. I even went and bought groceries and vegetables for her, when I went to buy my own. Occasionally, when their son missed his school bus, I dropped him off in my car. I knew that these were sure ways to reach her heart and someday get at what her heart is under. She began to accept me with less resistance as the time passed.
I could detect a trace of sexual isolation between Aishwarya and her husband. Aishwarya's husband Vivek, perhaps wanted me to inject an element of excitement in their sex life. I envisaged my role there and I guessed that her husband also did. I hoped I had a good chance to get what I craved for. Here again my luck seemed to favour me.
One evening, Vivek (her husband), Aishwarya and I were chatting casually about nothing in particular. All of a sudden Aishwarya started crying out of pain in her neck and back. Her pain was unbearable. Vivek told me that Aishwarya had frequent and chronic problems of neck pain, chest muscle pull (just below her breasts) and back pain. Vivek said that she took painkillers and got temporary relief. However, the pain kept resurfacing regularly.
I said, "Regular use of painkillers is not good for health. Relief is temporary and it has a lot of side effects. Let me examine her. Perhaps, Aishwarya needs a therapeutic massage and some exercises. I have good experience in physio-therapy and can help her if you like." Aishwarya's husband asked me to go ahead.
I asked Aishwarya to lie down on the floor with her face and chest resting on the floor (there was no need really to do that. I was just having a good time). In spite of her pain, Aishwarya was not ready to be examined by me. She said, "Let my hubby do whatever needs to be done."
Suddenly I heard her husband Vivek thundering at her in a slightly rough tone, "Lie down on the floor, will you? Keep quiet. Don't make any fuss. It is for your health. If I squeeze the wrong muscle in your body, I might create more problems for you. He has to do the job. He is your physician now, ok? Let him examine you properly." Aishwarya sulked but quietly nodded her head in acceptance. I signalled her to lie down on the carpet with her face down. She did that obediently.
I went and stood over her, then got down on my knees and straddled her between my folded legs with my body over her ass area, resting all my weight on my knees. Aishwarya's bums stood out, almost touching my crotch. It was such an erotic sight for me that I was leaking in my pants. If she had no clothing on her, it would look as if I was getting ready to fuck her ass. Frankly speaking, I did not have to carry out all those examinations. It was obvious that she had spondylitis and muscle pull in the chest region. However, I could not resist the temptation of seeing her exposed and feeling her body.
I poked Aishwarya's shoulder blades and neck with my thumbs and kept asking Aishwarya how she felt. Aishwarya cried out in pain as I poked several crevices in Aishwarya's shoulder blades, arm pits, vertebra etc. Her replies were far from aggressive. She answered with her oomph and ouch appropriately. After the examination, I moved away and let Aishwarya sit upright. I checked her pulse, her pupils etc.
Finally I concluded, "Aishwarya is suffering from spondylitis and muscle stress. I can give her quick relief now. I can cure her completely with massage and some exercises in a few days, if you will allow me."
Vivek looked at Aishwarya. Aishwarya knew the bad effects of taking pain killers. She nodded her head. She had no choice as she was undergoing severe pain at that time. I asked her to move into their bedroom. Aishwarya was too much in pain to object. She looked at her husband. Her husband Vivek asked her to go ahead.
Vivek almost carried his crying wife in his arms and led me into their bedroom. I made her sit on the carpeted floor. I asked Aishwarya to remove her blouse (was not really necessary) and made her sit with her back to me. I sat behind her. Aishwarya looked back at me doubtfully. I patted her back to calm her. When I hesitated to open her blouse buttons, her husband moved forward and undid her blouse buttons. He removed her choli (blouse). Aishwarya was then in her bra, with a strap locked behind her back. Oh! What a sight it was! However, Aishwarya started grumbling why her blouse had to be removed. I remained quiet and got to work.
I dreamt for days to see her expose herself to me. Here she was almost as I wanted her. She was offering her body to me (though not for pleasure). My boner was rock hard. I had no control over it. I had to control my senses. However, I had to restrain myself. If I faulted, I could lose a lifetime opportunity to get to her. She might panic and then, even her husband may not be able to control her.
I asked Vivek to heat a handkerchief under electric iron and hand it over to me. I applied that under her breasts to warm up muscles there. I touched her boobs, where she complained of pain. I had to squeeze the edge of her breasts. I can't describe how wonderful her smooth and supple breasts felt in my fingers. I almost ejaculated in my trousers. After that I began a gentle massage applying my thumbs and fingers at appropriate spots to ease her tensed muscles. I located the bones in her vertebra, which caused her discomfort.
Until midway through the massage, Aishwarya kept crying out of pain and complaining to me for exposing her. I noticed that her crying reduced, but her grumbling didn't. At that very moment with a corner of my eye, I saw her husband's reactions to my working on his pretty wife. He was trying to adjust his lund (cock) in his pyjamas. I noticed a distinct bulge and perhaps a wet spot in his pyjama. He was aroused seeing his wife exposed and fondled.
I finished the work and got up trying hard to conceal my bulge and wetness around my crotch. She continued complaining, whilst buttoning up her blouse and tidying up her dress. She said, "I feel so embarrassed. I am not that type of woman. Don't take advantage of me under the pretext of treating me, ok?"
I felt offended. I told her, "Don't grumble. I was doing it for a purpose." Then I asked her, "Do you feel any pain? You are no longer crying of pain. Your pain is gone, you see?" My voice betrayed my hurt.
Suddenly Aishwarya stopped cribbing. She started smiling. She exclaimed, "My god, yes! My pain is gone! I have no pain!" She turned around and twisted her torso to make sure her pain had vanished. She bent down sideways. She was thrilled and ecstatic like a child. She jumped on her husband and kissed him on his cheeks saying, "Vivek dear, I have no pain! I am fine! I can't believe it!"
Although she was not village girl, she was conservative in matters relating to sex and exposure. I had to cajole, persuade, argue and finally shout at her to make her undress before sex. Gradually she relented and agreed to wear Punjabi dresses, which highlighted her features a bit more than in saree.
Her most attractive features were her breasts, hips, waist and navel. Contours of these assets stood out. Her hips naturally swung temptingly as she walked. She had round face, lissom figure, long hair, kissable lips, innocent inviting smile, long shapely legs, artistic fingers, handful of breasts, long and curvaceous waist line, and guitar shaped back with shapely curvy ass; all added to a sum total of a acutely desirable female. She was a sexy looking fit but conservative Indian house wife.
She did not like other men touching her even casually or unknowingly. She picked up a fight, if by chance in a crowded bus some man touched or brushed her. Due to this reason it was nightmarish, if we had to travel in a crowded bus or Metro with her.
Although Aishwarya was conservative, she had good sex drive. Her natural instincts got uncovered as I spent time educating her on nuances of enjoying sex. She was a good learner. Though her approach to outsiders remained the same, Aishwarya and I had ravishing sex life for the first three years of our marriage.
After we had our son, she seemed to have lost her sexual appetite. She avoided my overtures and when I was horny and pleaded with her, she would relent by spreading her legs and letting me fuck her. That was so boring and repulsive that I avoided reaching that stage as much as possible.
Once, Aishwarya and I went to a nearby shopping center. There were some people in the shop, but I noticed a smart tall and strongly built man standing close to us, asking for some items from the counter sales woman. I noticed the man particularly because I saw him checking out my wife closely. He was subtly scrutinizing her vital stats. I could see his eyes were stuck at her bosom, ass and navel. All husbands know when someone looks at their wives with that look. My wife saw it but did not pay any attention. Admittedly I was excited at him looking at my wife lustfully. I did not understand my own reaction at that time.
After the purchase, my wife Aishwarya forgot to pick up her money bag and moved out of the shop. When we went to the next shop some distance away, she realized that her bag was missing. She was panicky. There was a good amount of money in her purse. As we were contemplating running back to the previous shop, the same gentleman appeared with my wife's bag in his hands.
He smiled and asked us, "Is this what you are looking for?"
Aishwarya collected her purse and we thanked him profusely. He was Sam and lived close to the entrance in our colony, whereas we lived almost at the end of the colony.
My wife insisted that he should come to our house on our way back. After a bit of persuasion, he came to our house. Aishwarya served him tea and snacks. He belonged to the same town as my wife. He knew her family and had met her brother once. Aishwarya was thrilled to hear this. When we asked him about his wife, he informed us that his wife had deserted him six months ago. He said that his wife was in love with someone, before marriage. She had concealed this fact from him. Her parents compelled her to marry Sam. They stayed and slept together for only a week. He stated these embarrassing facts with simple innocence. We were touched. I insisted that whenever he had time, he was welcome. Aishwarya also supported me.
As I knew more about him, I learned that Sam was inherently romantic but simple by nature. He admitted that he loved his wife and missed her. He did not blame her for leaving him. He had a small physio-therapy clinic near our colony. His clinic enjoyed a good reputation in the area.
Sam was lovable with an innocent personality. Sometimes, he said the weirdest things with simple innocence. It was no wonder that he was a hit with my wife Aishwarya. He broke through my conservative wife Aishwarya's wall of isolation with males and became her favorite in a short time. He had a knack of taking liberties with her in such an innocent way that she was flattered rather than offended.
Within the first three months, Sam was like our good family friend. Occasionally Sam made appreciative though mildly sexist comments on my wife Aishwarya's appearance. For example, "Bhabhi (sister in law), you are very beautiful. Your figure in the front matches your perfect figure at the back." Although she was edgy at first; as time passed, she began to accept such comments with a smile. She thought that at least there was someone who really appreciated her plus points and gave her importance. I was lacking in that and that was her grouse against me. However, Aishwarya still expressed her obvious discomfort if Sam touched her.
I had read somewhere that if husband and wife have a tacit understanding; a third person flirting with the wife might be able to inject an element of thrill in the couple's life. In other words wife sharing boosts up sex life for married couples. Suddenly I had an idea. It was obvious that Sam was trying to get intimate with my wife. Was he trying to seduce her? Was she giving him some space, much against her nature? I was turned on with the idea of Sam making out with Aishwarya.
I was excited with the idea. How about encouraging them to flirt in my presence? I had suspected Sam was trying to woo my wife on several occasions. Sam kept praising her beauty, grace, intelligence etc. in the sky. Most of the time, she blushed and lapped it up. Sometimes, she rebuked him, albeit mildly. That perhaps confirmed that she had begun to like Sam and liked his flirty praises.
I teased my wife. When she described how Sam praised her, I asked her, "He seems to be a flirt. I have seen him ogle at your boobs." She did not seem to like my comments.
When I made that comment once too often, Aishwarya replied, "I know that. All men do it." She was right.
I asked Aishwarya, "What about Sam? You seem to like him. I think he has a crush on you. I feel that if you give him a little rope, he might grab you by your waist and given half a chance he may not spare you." I then added gingerly, "Should I tell you something? I won't mind seeing you make out with him."
Aishwarya looked at me with disdain. She asked, "What do you mean? He is a nice guy. He likes me. He may be looking for a chance to get intimate with me. You all men do the same. But how can you think of my physical relationship with him? I will never think of cheating you. I am quite happy with you. I don't like any other man touching me."
I was getting obsessed with the idea of getting Sam to share my wife Aishwarya with me. I loved hearing anything from my wife that gave a hint that Sam had a chance with my wife Aishwarya. I told her, "Where is the question of cheating me? If you make out with him, it would be because of me that you would let him get closer to you."
Aishwarya said dismissively, "That may be your idea. For me it is out of the question. I am married to you and will always be loyal to you. Take it from me; I will not let Sam touch me." She pulled down the curtain on my hopes. However, I was fairly optimistic knowing that Sam had the capability to charm my wife, even though she might resist him initially. I hoped he might just be able to pull it off.
Some months passed. Sam visited us regularly in the evening. When he got late I could see that Aishwarya got edgy. To me, Sam was a good company for occasional drinks in the evening. Sam didn't drink; he would sit with me for a few minutes and have juice. He would then go to Aishwarya and spend a good deal of his time and attention on my wife Aishwarya; which spared me the trouble of hearing her daily complaints about servants, society's sweepers, high vegetable prices etc. As time passed, I saw Sam casually touching Aishwarya, holding her hands or patting her back and getting away with it. Sam was making good progress.
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Sam writes:
At the grocery shop, near our colony, I met this couple. I was completely swept off my feet by a sexy rather young woman, who was accompanied by her husband. She had that figure, which would drive any man to insanity. Those lovely perfectly shaped spherical melons that were almost popping out of her bra and blouse. A tiny coiled strand of her hair falling right down in front of her left eye, her chubby cheeks, bright mischievous eyes, 'x' curved exposed stomach flaring off to lovely ass curves, her saree tied right below that delicious navel and finally those well hidden shapely thighs and legs were enough to make me go bonkers.
My first thought was to have an opportunity to be introduced to her. And how! I got the most favourable chance one could hope to get. She left her money bag behind, right in front of my nose and walked out. It almost looked as if she wanted me to take the bag and hand it to her. I couldn't have hoped to get a better chance. Naturally I ran after her and handed over her bag to her great relief. They invited me to their house and that started our reciprocal visits.
Luck seemed to favour me all the way. She belonged to the same town as mine and I happened to meet her brother several times. I was able to gain Aishwarya's acceptance. Her strong resistance turned into reluctance and then into hesitation. She soft paddled my small advances. She pretended to protest in front of her husband. However, she did not seem to mind my overtures and vague hints too much. Surprisingly, her husband did not mind my attempts to get closer to her at all. This was a great relief.
However, I knew that I must work cautiously. I decided to go slow and steady. I drank with the husband and spent time with the wife. I heard all her daily issues patiently and took deep interest in them. I even went and bought groceries and vegetables for her, when I went to buy my own. Occasionally, when their son missed his school bus, I dropped him off in my car. I knew that these were sure ways to reach her heart and someday get at what her heart is under. She began to accept me with less resistance as the time passed.
I could detect a trace of sexual isolation between Aishwarya and her husband. Aishwarya's husband Vivek, perhaps wanted me to inject an element of excitement in their sex life. I envisaged my role there and I guessed that her husband also did. I hoped I had a good chance to get what I craved for. Here again my luck seemed to favour me.
One evening, Vivek (her husband), Aishwarya and I were chatting casually about nothing in particular. All of a sudden Aishwarya started crying out of pain in her neck and back. Her pain was unbearable. Vivek told me that Aishwarya had frequent and chronic problems of neck pain, chest muscle pull (just below her breasts) and back pain. Vivek said that she took painkillers and got temporary relief. However, the pain kept resurfacing regularly.
I said, "Regular use of painkillers is not good for health. Relief is temporary and it has a lot of side effects. Let me examine her. Perhaps, Aishwarya needs a therapeutic massage and some exercises. I have good experience in physio-therapy and can help her if you like." Aishwarya's husband asked me to go ahead.
I asked Aishwarya to lie down on the floor with her face and chest resting on the floor (there was no need really to do that. I was just having a good time). In spite of her pain, Aishwarya was not ready to be examined by me. She said, "Let my hubby do whatever needs to be done."
Suddenly I heard her husband Vivek thundering at her in a slightly rough tone, "Lie down on the floor, will you? Keep quiet. Don't make any fuss. It is for your health. If I squeeze the wrong muscle in your body, I might create more problems for you. He has to do the job. He is your physician now, ok? Let him examine you properly." Aishwarya sulked but quietly nodded her head in acceptance. I signalled her to lie down on the carpet with her face down. She did that obediently.
I went and stood over her, then got down on my knees and straddled her between my folded legs with my body over her ass area, resting all my weight on my knees. Aishwarya's bums stood out, almost touching my crotch. It was such an erotic sight for me that I was leaking in my pants. If she had no clothing on her, it would look as if I was getting ready to fuck her ass. Frankly speaking, I did not have to carry out all those examinations. It was obvious that she had spondylitis and muscle pull in the chest region. However, I could not resist the temptation of seeing her exposed and feeling her body.
I poked Aishwarya's shoulder blades and neck with my thumbs and kept asking Aishwarya how she felt. Aishwarya cried out in pain as I poked several crevices in Aishwarya's shoulder blades, arm pits, vertebra etc. Her replies were far from aggressive. She answered with her oomph and ouch appropriately. After the examination, I moved away and let Aishwarya sit upright. I checked her pulse, her pupils etc.
Finally I concluded, "Aishwarya is suffering from spondylitis and muscle stress. I can give her quick relief now. I can cure her completely with massage and some exercises in a few days, if you will allow me."
Vivek looked at Aishwarya. Aishwarya knew the bad effects of taking pain killers. She nodded her head. She had no choice as she was undergoing severe pain at that time. I asked her to move into their bedroom. Aishwarya was too much in pain to object. She looked at her husband. Her husband Vivek asked her to go ahead.
Vivek almost carried his crying wife in his arms and led me into their bedroom. I made her sit on the carpeted floor. I asked Aishwarya to remove her blouse (was not really necessary) and made her sit with her back to me. I sat behind her. Aishwarya looked back at me doubtfully. I patted her back to calm her. When I hesitated to open her blouse buttons, her husband moved forward and undid her blouse buttons. He removed her choli (blouse). Aishwarya was then in her bra, with a strap locked behind her back. Oh! What a sight it was! However, Aishwarya started grumbling why her blouse had to be removed. I remained quiet and got to work.
I dreamt for days to see her expose herself to me. Here she was almost as I wanted her. She was offering her body to me (though not for pleasure). My boner was rock hard. I had no control over it. I had to control my senses. However, I had to restrain myself. If I faulted, I could lose a lifetime opportunity to get to her. She might panic and then, even her husband may not be able to control her.
I asked Vivek to heat a handkerchief under electric iron and hand it over to me. I applied that under her breasts to warm up muscles there. I touched her boobs, where she complained of pain. I had to squeeze the edge of her breasts. I can't describe how wonderful her smooth and supple breasts felt in my fingers. I almost ejaculated in my trousers. After that I began a gentle massage applying my thumbs and fingers at appropriate spots to ease her tensed muscles. I located the bones in her vertebra, which caused her discomfort.
Until midway through the massage, Aishwarya kept crying out of pain and complaining to me for exposing her. I noticed that her crying reduced, but her grumbling didn't. At that very moment with a corner of my eye, I saw her husband's reactions to my working on his pretty wife. He was trying to adjust his lund (cock) in his pyjamas. I noticed a distinct bulge and perhaps a wet spot in his pyjama. He was aroused seeing his wife exposed and fondled.
I finished the work and got up trying hard to conceal my bulge and wetness around my crotch. She continued complaining, whilst buttoning up her blouse and tidying up her dress. She said, "I feel so embarrassed. I am not that type of woman. Don't take advantage of me under the pretext of treating me, ok?"
I felt offended. I told her, "Don't grumble. I was doing it for a purpose." Then I asked her, "Do you feel any pain? You are no longer crying of pain. Your pain is gone, you see?" My voice betrayed my hurt.
Suddenly Aishwarya stopped cribbing. She started smiling. She exclaimed, "My god, yes! My pain is gone! I have no pain!" She turned around and twisted her torso to make sure her pain had vanished. She bent down sideways. She was thrilled and ecstatic like a child. She jumped on her husband and kissed him on his cheeks saying, "Vivek dear, I have no pain! I am fine! I can't believe it!"
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Vivek patted her back and told her, "Don't kiss me. It is Sam who got rid of your pain. Thank him. Kiss him. Definitely apologise to him for all the obscenities you hurled at him."
Aishwarya was quiet. She was embarrassed, blushing profusely. She looked at me with an apologetic look. Her husband asked her, "When he was treating you, you were complaining and shouting at him. Now you are fine and you don't even want to thank him?"
Aishwarya walked towards me. She took my hands and said, "Sam, I am sorry for blaming you. I apologise for misunderstanding you. You have magic hands. My pain has gone completely."
I thought this was the time for me to display my displeasure. I sulked at her and said, "Now please do the exercise, I have asked you to do. I promise you, I shall not touch you again. You can get a massage done from anyone else." I said that and walked out of their house, making it obvious that I had felt grossly offended.
Vivek tried to stop me. He said, "I am sorry Sam, Aishwarya is so stupid. What she said was ridiculous and I agree that she was offensive but, please don't go. She didn't mean to offend you."
I did not stop as I said, "Vivek, I have no complaints. She has a right to feel bad. I should have avoided touching her. If she wants massage or physiotherapy, she should consult another person." I walked out of their house.
Behind me, I heard Vivek sternly admonishing his wife. I also heard Aishwarya crying and telling her husband that she did not mean to offend my feelings etc. I knew I had hit the nail on the head. I finally heard Vivek asking Aishwarya to follow me and apologise.
I reached my house and changed into my pyjamas. I had not had anything to eat that day and I was hungry. There was nothing to eat in the house. I was angry and just wanted to lie down and think. Having seen Aishwarya exposed I was horny. I expected Vivek or Aishwarya to follow me. However, when none came for about half an hour, I decided to switch off the lights and go to bed and masturbate.
I undressed completely and lay in bed visualising half naked Aishwarya. I wondered how she would look completely undressed. I tried to compare her with my ex-wife. I felt that I was too harsh on her. Perhaps my angry reaction was not called for. In all probability, it put **censored** to all my designs on Aishwarya.
I must have barely cranked my cock three to four times, when the bell rang. I got up hurriedly. I was naked and had thrown my clothes off carelessly somewhere. I looked in the dark and was not able to find my clothes, picked up a bed sheet and wrapped it around me and walked gingerly to open the door. I had expected Vivek to be at the door. However, when I opened the door partially, I saw Aishwarya standing with a shawl wrapped around her top, carrying a bag in her hands. When I stood at the door dumbfounded, she said, "Come on let me in. I am getting sizzled with this hot stuff in my hands."
I immediately moved aside to let her in. I barely held the bed sheet with my hands. I just pushed the doors shut with my back without bolting them. She saw me wearing the bed sheet around me. She smirked at my condition. She placed the bag on the dining table and removed her shawl. As she bent and adjusted food plates on the table, I saw her properly. She was wearing the same full length loose nightgown, which showed up her sumptuous boobs and hips. I was not sure if she wore anything underneath. I was about to rush to the bedroom to change, when Aishwarya shouted, "Stay here. Why are you running away? You saw me half naked today. If I see you like this why are you embarrassed?" I stood frozen.
She went to the kitchen and placed plates on the table, as if she was ignorant of my condition and said, "After you left in a huff, my husband shouted at me like hell. He felt terrible that you left without eating. He asked me to cook something for you and take it for you to eat. He asked me to serve you and eat with you and apologise for my behaviour."
I wondered if what she meant by serving was what I wanted to interpret. I was at a loss to respond. I just muttered, mm.. it..'s ok... I am fine." Words could hardly come out. I was slowly retreating towards the bedroom to change into pyjamas. As I was about to close the bedroom door behind me, Aishwarya pushed her toe in the door and came right behind me. She looked funnily at me standing awkwardly clutching at the bed sheet in my hands. She knew that I had nothing underneath.
She came close to me and said, "Now do you know how it feels when you are exposed? You were the first person other than Vivek to see me like that. I am sorry for yelling at you. My husband has given me a piece of his mind and has asked me not only to apologise but to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I don't know what to do. He said that if you still acted recalcitrant, then I should call him." She came close to me and clutched my hands tightly, almost pulling me onto her. I knew she was scared of further shouting from her husband.
She said pleading, "I don't want to call him. He might again shout at me. Will you please forgive me? I will do whatever you say to make you happy, but please say that you have forgiven me."
I was losing my control. Looking at Aishwarya's luscious body at such a close distance was driving me crazy. I could not take my eyes off her contours projecting out of her dress. I could clearly see towering over her, a part of her two full blown globes almost straining out of her bra. As she clutched my hands and pulled me closer, I lost my grip on the bed sheet. The bed sheet around me began to slip off. I moved back and fell on the bed in an attempt to stop the bed sheet from slipping off. As I fell on bed, Aishwarya fell on top of me.
I clutched her waist instinctively. Our mouths were level and her lips were almost on mine. She circled her two hands around my waist and clutched me tight pushing her body into me. Her face fell on my chest. She felt hair on my chest poking into her nose. I had no control over my lund (Cock). It had uncoiled, turning into a hard steel rod. My fully erect cock poked into her crotch. Aishwarya's hair fell all over my face, covering my face completely. I was no longer in control of my actions. I raised my hands and caught her face between my hands. I pulled her face hard and pressed her lips on mine. I sucked onto her lips and held her head between my hands, I kissed her wildly. In the process, I did not care that the bed sheet fell apart. Aishwarya could not move her head away and gradually responded to my kisses and let her saliva slide into my mouth.
It was one hell of a kiss, which I would never forget. Her lips constantly wetted mine and my tongue poked into her mouth and tested her saliva. Her pert nipples poked into my chest. I raised her gown up and slid my hands inside. I felt the edge of her wet panty. Her secret was exposed. She was horny too. I inserted my fingers into her panty, grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed them hard. I heard Aishwarya whistling in pain as I pinched her butts. I was amazed at this woman's ferocity of kissing. She was the same woman who made such a big fuss about my touching her.
After the kiss, I spoke into her ears, "Now you won't mind my touching you, will you?"
She bit my lips so hard that a drop of blood oozed out of the cut. She slipped down by my side. She removed the bed sheet camouflaging my lower half to expose my erect and eager cock, which stood up proudly like a flag pole. I am blessed with a sizable girth and length. I saw a look of amazement on her face momentarily. She then closed her eyes and gripped it in her hand. My cock was liberally oozing out pre-cum from the tip of its stem. She slid her fingers around its mushroom head. I was getting dizzy with her loving caress of my rock hard lund. She grabbed the foreskin of my lund and pumped the ring of her fingers around it in up and down motion to crank my shaft gently.
I discarded the last camouflage of the bed sheet. I was fully naked. I inserted my hand into her gown and grabbed her full globes under the bra. That moment was perhaps the most ecstatic moment of my life until then. Her tight supple and fully grown breasts felt smooth and slippery. Her erect nipples were a joy to feel. I pinched one so hard that Aishwarya let out an "Ouch" in muffled voice. I raised her gown over her head to take it off her. Aishwarya complied to discard it in a corner of the room. The strapped bra was just a formality and I pushed it above to expose her juicy boobs. Aishwarya cranked one arm and unstrapped her bra and took it off her.
We were at that time a couple fiercely engaged in activities leading to an inevitable coitus union. I wondered in my mind, how I was able to break through the barrier of this woman who looked so sternly conservative and stubborn that at one time, my persistent efforts looked hopeless. Perhaps her resistance and reluctance were a façade to discourage casual flirts. Her conservative behaviour hid inside a deeply passionate woman.
There was only her flimsy wet panty that was covering her modesty. I pushed it down and Aishwarya manoeuvred her legs to discard it quickly. I saw a flow of her juices dripping down her thighs wetting my bed sheet. I saw a statue of Venus lying by my side in all its glory. In spite of her laying flat on bed, her breasts and proud nipple stood firm and high. Her nipples were dark and fully swollen at my touch. Her areolas were puffed up and had numerous goose pimples on them. I kept massaging and making them hard. I moved up and began to suck her boobs hard. I sucked her one breast and squeezed the other hard with one hand.
I bit her nipples and sucked her breasts so hard that she cried out, "Sam, you are hurting me. Go easy," her pleadings turned me on further.
I moved down and spread her legs apart. Keeping her eyes closed, she parted her legs to let me taste her juices. I dipped my head between her legs and lapped up her juices flowing down her thighs. I began cleaning up her thighs one after another from bottom upwards. As I neared her centre, I experienced her shudder. I looked at her sweet pussy. Her pussy lips were red or rather pinkish. Her mound was bereft of any hair. Either she had low hair growth or she trimmed her hair regularly. Her mound was as smooth as one could expect. I spread the sweep of my tongue over her swollen pubic region. When I inserted my tongue into her pussy, she shuddered once again and with a big oomphh..." she sighed loudly and fell on bed. She had her first orgasm
I raised my head and applied my fingers into her love hole. As I manipulated her 'G' spot, she cried out, "ooohhhh... Sam... I am really horny. Don't tease me, fuck me now. All this time, I suspected that you wanted to fuck me. I just wanted to know how desperate you were. I wanted you earlier, I am ready for you now, Please fuck me hard." Those words were sweet music to my ears. I was horny and hungry for her. I had no woman for months. I wish I had known that Aishwarya also had a crush on me. I would have achieved my goal much earlier.
I climbed on top of her. Aishwarya adjusted her position so I could point my cock right on her waiting pussy. She took my lund in her hand and caressed it, as if to know how it would feel inside her. She rubbed it several times on her thick pussy lips. She said, "You have good size. You are longer and thicker than Vivek. Be gentle." and she pushed my rod gently inside. I pushed it slightly more and withdrew. I again pushed in a little more and withdrew. My cock was tightly gripped by her rather tight passage. That made me feel good. I could see that Aishwarya also felt pleased with two or three strokes. I could see a faint smile on her face. She bit her lips as the first strokes must have stretched her passage a little and might have caused her slight pain. Her eyes were closed in anticipation of greater and heavier thrusts from then on.
I gradually started pumping her faster. I was getting deeper inside her with each stroke. As I went deeper, Aishwarya's moaning sound increased in intensity. It was obvious she was enjoying my thicker and longer cock inside her pussy.
Suddenly we both heard a knock on the door. We both jumped up and pulled apart. I saw Vivek standing in the doorway. Aishwarya's face fell, when she saw her husband at the door. She tried to cover herself with a bed sheet. I was stunned. I knew I was in deep trouble. My mouth went dry. No words came out of my mouth. I stood there naked completely dumbfounded.
He asked his wife, "Why are you trying to cover your body? You are behaving as if I have never seen you naked. Vivek looked at me and said, "You are well endowed. Is that the reason my wife is attracted to you? I do not want to stop you. I want to join you. Do you mind?"
He smiled. His smile helped me and Aishwarya relax a little. We were puzzled. He quickly discarded his trousers to display his erect cock, which he took in his hands and began to masturbate. His cock was a good size, perhaps slightly thinner. I relaxed completely. He was not going to shout at us after all.
He moved over to Aishwarya, gently pushed her down on bed and made her lie as before. His dangling erect cock faced Aishwarya's mouth. Aishwarya caught his cock in her hands and moved forward to take it in her mouth. He slipped it in her mouth between her lips and began slow pumping motion as if he was fucking her mouth. Aishwarya was then fully relieved of her tension. She dutifully manipulated her lips to make him feel as if he was fucking her pussy.
Vivek signalled me to carry on. I was amazed at the scenario. All three of us were naked, getting ready to fuck Vivek's beautiful wife. Aishwarya focussed fully on her husband. I was away from the couple. Vivek pulled me closer. He made me mount his wife to fuck her. I climbed on top of Aishwarya and waited. He pointed to his wife's swinging boobs, signalling me to grab them. I did not need any further goading. I got onto Aishwarya's superb tits and swollen areolas and nipples. I enjoyed squeezing and kneading them as her husband was mouth fucking her.
Finally Vivek ejected his hot semen into his wife's mouth. Aishwarya sputtered out his semen as he kept spraying his semen into her mouth, suffocating her breathing. She coughed for a while. I was so horny and hard to fuck her. I looked at Vivek, who signalled me to carry on the unfinished job. I resumed fucking her. That was perhaps the first time in Aishwarya's life that she was being fucked by anyone other than her husband. She kept looking at her husband for any negative reaction. She did not find any. On the contrary her husband began to fondle her boobs as I was pumping her and her boobs swayed in all directions.
I must have fucked her for a good fifteen minutes. I was nearing the peak. I cried out, "Aishwarya ji, I am about to come. Should I take my cock out?"
Aishwarya did not say anything but urged me on as she pumped up her midriff in rhythm with mine to indicate that she wanted me to cum in her pussy. With a big "Ahhh..." I released a stream of my hot semen into her passage. It was a long time since I had fucked a woman and all my pant up energy was going into her body.
With a big shudder and loud moan Aishwarya said, "Sam, I am also coming along with you. With that she had a huge orgasm, after which she fell silent.
Both Vivek and I fucked Aishwarya several times changing our positions and sleeping in between. Sometimes I found Aishwarya fucking her husband. Sometimes I mounted her and fucked her, whilst her husband was fast asleep. Once both of us fucked Aishwarya taking turns whilst she was asleep.
Aishwarya and her family have shifted. I occasionally go and meet them. I had several threesomes with them. I finally caught the fancy of a girl, who looked almost like Aishwarya. We got married and the encounters with Aishwarya and Vivek now are just sweet memories.
THE-END
Aishwarya was quiet. She was embarrassed, blushing profusely. She looked at me with an apologetic look. Her husband asked her, "When he was treating you, you were complaining and shouting at him. Now you are fine and you don't even want to thank him?"
Aishwarya walked towards me. She took my hands and said, "Sam, I am sorry for blaming you. I apologise for misunderstanding you. You have magic hands. My pain has gone completely."
I thought this was the time for me to display my displeasure. I sulked at her and said, "Now please do the exercise, I have asked you to do. I promise you, I shall not touch you again. You can get a massage done from anyone else." I said that and walked out of their house, making it obvious that I had felt grossly offended.
Vivek tried to stop me. He said, "I am sorry Sam, Aishwarya is so stupid. What she said was ridiculous and I agree that she was offensive but, please don't go. She didn't mean to offend you."
I did not stop as I said, "Vivek, I have no complaints. She has a right to feel bad. I should have avoided touching her. If she wants massage or physiotherapy, she should consult another person." I walked out of their house.
Behind me, I heard Vivek sternly admonishing his wife. I also heard Aishwarya crying and telling her husband that she did not mean to offend my feelings etc. I knew I had hit the nail on the head. I finally heard Vivek asking Aishwarya to follow me and apologise.
I reached my house and changed into my pyjamas. I had not had anything to eat that day and I was hungry. There was nothing to eat in the house. I was angry and just wanted to lie down and think. Having seen Aishwarya exposed I was horny. I expected Vivek or Aishwarya to follow me. However, when none came for about half an hour, I decided to switch off the lights and go to bed and masturbate.
I undressed completely and lay in bed visualising half naked Aishwarya. I wondered how she would look completely undressed. I tried to compare her with my ex-wife. I felt that I was too harsh on her. Perhaps my angry reaction was not called for. In all probability, it put **censored** to all my designs on Aishwarya.
I must have barely cranked my cock three to four times, when the bell rang. I got up hurriedly. I was naked and had thrown my clothes off carelessly somewhere. I looked in the dark and was not able to find my clothes, picked up a bed sheet and wrapped it around me and walked gingerly to open the door. I had expected Vivek to be at the door. However, when I opened the door partially, I saw Aishwarya standing with a shawl wrapped around her top, carrying a bag in her hands. When I stood at the door dumbfounded, she said, "Come on let me in. I am getting sizzled with this hot stuff in my hands."
I immediately moved aside to let her in. I barely held the bed sheet with my hands. I just pushed the doors shut with my back without bolting them. She saw me wearing the bed sheet around me. She smirked at my condition. She placed the bag on the dining table and removed her shawl. As she bent and adjusted food plates on the table, I saw her properly. She was wearing the same full length loose nightgown, which showed up her sumptuous boobs and hips. I was not sure if she wore anything underneath. I was about to rush to the bedroom to change, when Aishwarya shouted, "Stay here. Why are you running away? You saw me half naked today. If I see you like this why are you embarrassed?" I stood frozen.
She went to the kitchen and placed plates on the table, as if she was ignorant of my condition and said, "After you left in a huff, my husband shouted at me like hell. He felt terrible that you left without eating. He asked me to cook something for you and take it for you to eat. He asked me to serve you and eat with you and apologise for my behaviour."
I wondered if what she meant by serving was what I wanted to interpret. I was at a loss to respond. I just muttered, mm.. it..'s ok... I am fine." Words could hardly come out. I was slowly retreating towards the bedroom to change into pyjamas. As I was about to close the bedroom door behind me, Aishwarya pushed her toe in the door and came right behind me. She looked funnily at me standing awkwardly clutching at the bed sheet in my hands. She knew that I had nothing underneath.
She came close to me and said, "Now do you know how it feels when you are exposed? You were the first person other than Vivek to see me like that. I am sorry for yelling at you. My husband has given me a piece of his mind and has asked me not only to apologise but to do whatever it takes to make you happy. I don't know what to do. He said that if you still acted recalcitrant, then I should call him." She came close to me and clutched my hands tightly, almost pulling me onto her. I knew she was scared of further shouting from her husband.
She said pleading, "I don't want to call him. He might again shout at me. Will you please forgive me? I will do whatever you say to make you happy, but please say that you have forgiven me."
I was losing my control. Looking at Aishwarya's luscious body at such a close distance was driving me crazy. I could not take my eyes off her contours projecting out of her dress. I could clearly see towering over her, a part of her two full blown globes almost straining out of her bra. As she clutched my hands and pulled me closer, I lost my grip on the bed sheet. The bed sheet around me began to slip off. I moved back and fell on the bed in an attempt to stop the bed sheet from slipping off. As I fell on bed, Aishwarya fell on top of me.
I clutched her waist instinctively. Our mouths were level and her lips were almost on mine. She circled her two hands around my waist and clutched me tight pushing her body into me. Her face fell on my chest. She felt hair on my chest poking into her nose. I had no control over my lund (Cock). It had uncoiled, turning into a hard steel rod. My fully erect cock poked into her crotch. Aishwarya's hair fell all over my face, covering my face completely. I was no longer in control of my actions. I raised my hands and caught her face between my hands. I pulled her face hard and pressed her lips on mine. I sucked onto her lips and held her head between my hands, I kissed her wildly. In the process, I did not care that the bed sheet fell apart. Aishwarya could not move her head away and gradually responded to my kisses and let her saliva slide into my mouth.
It was one hell of a kiss, which I would never forget. Her lips constantly wetted mine and my tongue poked into her mouth and tested her saliva. Her pert nipples poked into my chest. I raised her gown up and slid my hands inside. I felt the edge of her wet panty. Her secret was exposed. She was horny too. I inserted my fingers into her panty, grabbed her butt cheeks and squeezed them hard. I heard Aishwarya whistling in pain as I pinched her butts. I was amazed at this woman's ferocity of kissing. She was the same woman who made such a big fuss about my touching her.
After the kiss, I spoke into her ears, "Now you won't mind my touching you, will you?"
She bit my lips so hard that a drop of blood oozed out of the cut. She slipped down by my side. She removed the bed sheet camouflaging my lower half to expose my erect and eager cock, which stood up proudly like a flag pole. I am blessed with a sizable girth and length. I saw a look of amazement on her face momentarily. She then closed her eyes and gripped it in her hand. My cock was liberally oozing out pre-cum from the tip of its stem. She slid her fingers around its mushroom head. I was getting dizzy with her loving caress of my rock hard lund. She grabbed the foreskin of my lund and pumped the ring of her fingers around it in up and down motion to crank my shaft gently.
I discarded the last camouflage of the bed sheet. I was fully naked. I inserted my hand into her gown and grabbed her full globes under the bra. That moment was perhaps the most ecstatic moment of my life until then. Her tight supple and fully grown breasts felt smooth and slippery. Her erect nipples were a joy to feel. I pinched one so hard that Aishwarya let out an "Ouch" in muffled voice. I raised her gown over her head to take it off her. Aishwarya complied to discard it in a corner of the room. The strapped bra was just a formality and I pushed it above to expose her juicy boobs. Aishwarya cranked one arm and unstrapped her bra and took it off her.
We were at that time a couple fiercely engaged in activities leading to an inevitable coitus union. I wondered in my mind, how I was able to break through the barrier of this woman who looked so sternly conservative and stubborn that at one time, my persistent efforts looked hopeless. Perhaps her resistance and reluctance were a façade to discourage casual flirts. Her conservative behaviour hid inside a deeply passionate woman.
There was only her flimsy wet panty that was covering her modesty. I pushed it down and Aishwarya manoeuvred her legs to discard it quickly. I saw a flow of her juices dripping down her thighs wetting my bed sheet. I saw a statue of Venus lying by my side in all its glory. In spite of her laying flat on bed, her breasts and proud nipple stood firm and high. Her nipples were dark and fully swollen at my touch. Her areolas were puffed up and had numerous goose pimples on them. I kept massaging and making them hard. I moved up and began to suck her boobs hard. I sucked her one breast and squeezed the other hard with one hand.
I bit her nipples and sucked her breasts so hard that she cried out, "Sam, you are hurting me. Go easy," her pleadings turned me on further.
I moved down and spread her legs apart. Keeping her eyes closed, she parted her legs to let me taste her juices. I dipped my head between her legs and lapped up her juices flowing down her thighs. I began cleaning up her thighs one after another from bottom upwards. As I neared her centre, I experienced her shudder. I looked at her sweet pussy. Her pussy lips were red or rather pinkish. Her mound was bereft of any hair. Either she had low hair growth or she trimmed her hair regularly. Her mound was as smooth as one could expect. I spread the sweep of my tongue over her swollen pubic region. When I inserted my tongue into her pussy, she shuddered once again and with a big oomphh..." she sighed loudly and fell on bed. She had her first orgasm
I raised my head and applied my fingers into her love hole. As I manipulated her 'G' spot, she cried out, "ooohhhh... Sam... I am really horny. Don't tease me, fuck me now. All this time, I suspected that you wanted to fuck me. I just wanted to know how desperate you were. I wanted you earlier, I am ready for you now, Please fuck me hard." Those words were sweet music to my ears. I was horny and hungry for her. I had no woman for months. I wish I had known that Aishwarya also had a crush on me. I would have achieved my goal much earlier.
I climbed on top of her. Aishwarya adjusted her position so I could point my cock right on her waiting pussy. She took my lund in her hand and caressed it, as if to know how it would feel inside her. She rubbed it several times on her thick pussy lips. She said, "You have good size. You are longer and thicker than Vivek. Be gentle." and she pushed my rod gently inside. I pushed it slightly more and withdrew. I again pushed in a little more and withdrew. My cock was tightly gripped by her rather tight passage. That made me feel good. I could see that Aishwarya also felt pleased with two or three strokes. I could see a faint smile on her face. She bit her lips as the first strokes must have stretched her passage a little and might have caused her slight pain. Her eyes were closed in anticipation of greater and heavier thrusts from then on.
I gradually started pumping her faster. I was getting deeper inside her with each stroke. As I went deeper, Aishwarya's moaning sound increased in intensity. It was obvious she was enjoying my thicker and longer cock inside her pussy.
Suddenly we both heard a knock on the door. We both jumped up and pulled apart. I saw Vivek standing in the doorway. Aishwarya's face fell, when she saw her husband at the door. She tried to cover herself with a bed sheet. I was stunned. I knew I was in deep trouble. My mouth went dry. No words came out of my mouth. I stood there naked completely dumbfounded.
He asked his wife, "Why are you trying to cover your body? You are behaving as if I have never seen you naked. Vivek looked at me and said, "You are well endowed. Is that the reason my wife is attracted to you? I do not want to stop you. I want to join you. Do you mind?"
He smiled. His smile helped me and Aishwarya relax a little. We were puzzled. He quickly discarded his trousers to display his erect cock, which he took in his hands and began to masturbate. His cock was a good size, perhaps slightly thinner. I relaxed completely. He was not going to shout at us after all.
He moved over to Aishwarya, gently pushed her down on bed and made her lie as before. His dangling erect cock faced Aishwarya's mouth. Aishwarya caught his cock in her hands and moved forward to take it in her mouth. He slipped it in her mouth between her lips and began slow pumping motion as if he was fucking her mouth. Aishwarya was then fully relieved of her tension. She dutifully manipulated her lips to make him feel as if he was fucking her pussy.
Vivek signalled me to carry on. I was amazed at the scenario. All three of us were naked, getting ready to fuck Vivek's beautiful wife. Aishwarya focussed fully on her husband. I was away from the couple. Vivek pulled me closer. He made me mount his wife to fuck her. I climbed on top of Aishwarya and waited. He pointed to his wife's swinging boobs, signalling me to grab them. I did not need any further goading. I got onto Aishwarya's superb tits and swollen areolas and nipples. I enjoyed squeezing and kneading them as her husband was mouth fucking her.
Finally Vivek ejected his hot semen into his wife's mouth. Aishwarya sputtered out his semen as he kept spraying his semen into her mouth, suffocating her breathing. She coughed for a while. I was so horny and hard to fuck her. I looked at Vivek, who signalled me to carry on the unfinished job. I resumed fucking her. That was perhaps the first time in Aishwarya's life that she was being fucked by anyone other than her husband. She kept looking at her husband for any negative reaction. She did not find any. On the contrary her husband began to fondle her boobs as I was pumping her and her boobs swayed in all directions.
I must have fucked her for a good fifteen minutes. I was nearing the peak. I cried out, "Aishwarya ji, I am about to come. Should I take my cock out?"
Aishwarya did not say anything but urged me on as she pumped up her midriff in rhythm with mine to indicate that she wanted me to cum in her pussy. With a big "Ahhh..." I released a stream of my hot semen into her passage. It was a long time since I had fucked a woman and all my pant up energy was going into her body.
With a big shudder and loud moan Aishwarya said, "Sam, I am also coming along with you. With that she had a huge orgasm, after which she fell silent.
Both Vivek and I fucked Aishwarya several times changing our positions and sleeping in between. Sometimes I found Aishwarya fucking her husband. Sometimes I mounted her and fucked her, whilst her husband was fast asleep. Once both of us fucked Aishwarya taking turns whilst she was asleep.
Aishwarya and her family have shifted. I occasionally go and meet them. I had several threesomes with them. I finally caught the fancy of a girl, who looked almost like Aishwarya. We got married and the encounters with Aishwarya and Vivek now are just sweet memories.
THE-END
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"Ms. Shetty, can I get a kiss?"
Sidhant, the hottest guy of our college, International Debate Champion of 2019, and #8 on Top 10 Rising Stars in Indian, inquired as he pinned me against the wall and brushed the back of his hand across my face.
"No, you may not!"
I turned my head, teasingly. I had only been kissed once before. I wasn't the prettiest girl during school. Not many guys were interested in me. I used to be a glasses-wearing first-bencher and always a topper in my class. The only kiss I ever had was with my equally geeky neighbor who I basically grew up with. All my friends had kissed 2-3 boys by then and that's what pushed me into kissing Rohan, the neighbor.
But he was such a noob, though, to be honest, so was I. Truth be told, I sort of forced myself on him because he was the only guy I knew who wouldn't make fun of me if I kissed sloppily. However, the experience was so bad that I gave up on the idea of kissing altogether. Not that I had many chances.
But something changed when I turned 18. A lot of things, in fact. My hormones were so kind to me. My face, which had its fair share of acne scars, started clearing up. My breasts became so perky that the nipple would be visible even beneath a bra.
To top that, my father's business received an unexpected boom. We went from an upper middle class family to a family of elites within a matter of months. So, the influx of money did help a lot. My fashion sense improved, I had the best hair among my peers, and obviously my figure, albeit slim, became a cause of envy.
When I joined college, I was the hottest topic among seniors and my batchmates alike. I received at least 3 proposals which I rejected because I had a crush of my own--Sidhant! He never **censored** much attention to me amidst his extracurricular activities but somehow he couldn't shut his ears to all the murmurs.
I would like to mention one thing important before I proceed with the story. Even though I became rich and hot and prettier, I was still very down to earth, still am. So, the word 'hot' is not really an accurate description of me. In my eyes, I'm beautiful! My features of a girl-next-door but just a bit refined to make people fall in love with me.
So, even after rejecting those guys, I still didn't have any sense of pride in myself. I just wanted to date someone compatible, and Sid seemed like one of those guys. Not just for his looks, but also his intellect.
We talked a couple of times, and we had a lot of mutual attraction in our eyes. We knew we wanted each other but things went slow...until I became Ms. Fresher.
I was down 3 Dirty Martinis at the party, and he must've been fairly drunk as well when he asked me to dance with him.
Things started heating up as we continued to stare into each other's eyes and our hands felt each other up. I'm sure a hundred hearts were broken while looking at us. Seeing us this close, the DJ played John Legend's All of Me. And that was it! We couldn't control it any longer. He held my hand and took me towards the hostel. We found a secluded spot and hugged each other tightly.
"You look so beautiful, Krithi!"
I blushed. The butterflies in my stomach started making weird noises. I was half-embarrassed and tried to stay calm.
"Anddd all off meee, wants allll of youuuu!" He sang while keeping his gaze fixed at me. I went numb.
That was his cue. We kissed!
It felt like heaven! It was like the kiss completed the loop of a circuit as an electric shock ran through my body. He was a pro!
He kissed me gently and then carefully opened my lips by lifting them with his own. That's when he slid his tongue inside. I was on cloud nine! He brought his hand to my chin, brushing it slowly till my neck. Then he took his hand in my hair and pushed me hard against the wall with his body.
"Ahh, Sid!"
My initial shyness vanished, and I mimicked his actions. I wasn't that bad at kissing after all! I just needed a better partner to do it with.
Gradually, Sid took his hand to my naked belly, sending more shockwaves inside my body. My saree's pallu had fallen in the heat of the moment but I didn't mind that one bit. My only worry was that I was soooo wet. I was wearing a light-coloured, pinkish saree so any wet spot could be easily visible.
"Siddd!" Out of nowhere, he grabbed my boob. I had to break the kiss and stare at him.
"It's okay babyyy!" He pinched my nipple while looking at me with complete confidence. I was his. I had no defense against any of his actions. Even if he fucked me right there in front of anyone, I wouldn't have objected. I was mesmerized in lust...and probably love?
"Someone might see us, we're in college Sid. Let's go to your place."
He didn't hear a word as he took his hand inside my blouse and resumed kissing me. I obliged and kissed him back. I had a strong urge to rub my pussy but it was like he read my mind as his left hand did exactly that.
"Aahhhh, Sid, my goddd aahh! Stopp!" 15 minutes prior to that, I had only been kissed once. Now, I was about to get finger fucked. How times change!
"Ahemm! Krithi!"
"What the fuck! Who was that? Who saw us? Was it one of our teachers? Shit, I am going to get rusticated."
The thoughts paced my mind as I heard a woman's voice from afar.
"Krithi! I have some news for you. Please sober up and see me in my office."
It was the fucking principal! I was fucked. She saw me making out my boob half out of its blouse!
"Sorry ma'am. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay Krithi, come see me!"
For some reason, I could see that she was not really angry. Just had a stern look about her. Maybe that was a good thing or maybe it was worse.
As soon as she turned, Sid kissed me again.
"I'll see you, Krithi!"
I looked at him but didn't really reply to anything as I walked towards the principal's office with my head bowed. My pussy was literally dripping but there was nothing I could do. My nipples were also so erect that they could tear through my blouse.
Walking a few steps, I saw that there were more people. Most of them were staring at me. Including my friends and classmates. Something was up!
I didn't greet any of them out of fear and shame. My hair was roughed up, my make up ruined and I was walking awkwardly owing to my super-wet panties! After what could be described as a walk of shame, I reached the principal's office.
"Krithi, sit down. Here, take this glass of water."
"What's up, ma'am. I'm sorry for what you saw. I lost control ma'am but this is the first and last time this happened."
"Krithi, I have to talk to you about something else."
She breathed out a huge sigh.
"I don't know how to say it. There's been an accident."
"What accident ma'am?"
"Krithi, your parents met with an accident. They're...uh, they're dead. I'm so sorry!"
***
My life came crashing down at that moment and it remained crashed and down for a long time after that. Luckily, my neighbors, cousins, and school friends were there for me throughout the next few days. The rituals, the sobbing, the pain, ah, I can't even think about those days without tearing up.
I never saw Sid in those days. He pinged me every day but I didn't have the energy to talk to anyone. He couldn't drive to my house because our making out was already a scandal in school. People were trying to be sympathetic towards me, but there were whispers everywhere.
Once the early numbness had faded out, all rituals done, all cousins gone, I just dropped down on my bed to cry freely. My mother's elder sister, Ritu massi, was visiting and she decided to stay with me for a few days. She was downstairs, already in a deep sleep.
That gave me a chance to wail. Though, when I tried to cry, no noise came out. I closed my eyes and tears ran down my cheek. But, then something really embarrassing happened.
As the warm tears embraced my cheek, I realized that wasn't the only part of my body that was wet. My pussy was wet as well. Because in my mind, along with visuals of my dead parents, were visuals of Sid kissing me, fingering me.
Inadvertently, my finger and then fingers went inside my vagina and explored the insides of it. I was slurping my tears and lifting my hips to go deeper. And then I found my voice. Instead of a wail, I shouted out cries of joy.
It was appalling. I wanted to think of my parents but there was a fire burning inside of me. I imagined Sid grabbing my boobs in front of the entire funeral procession. I imagined him squeezing my ass while I lit the funeral pyre. Worse of all, I imagined him fucking me on the floor where my parents' body was kept.
Oh, it was so disgusting yet so erotic. I came within minutes. And the sleep that followed, it was the best I had had in ages. Out of nowhere, this became my daily ritual. I would masturbate myself to bed and sleep so peacefully that I would totally forget that I had become an orphan, at least for 8 hours.
After that, things became even worse. My father's lawyer called me: "Krithi beta, there's bad news."
"Uncle, bad news is what I'm getting every day these days."
"Don't talk like that beta. Listen, I'm doing my best to solve this problem, but you will have to be patient for a few weeks."
"But what's the issue?"
"Krithi, your date of birth issue, it's, uh, caused trouble here. The court doesn't count you as an adult because of the incorrect date of birth."
Remember when I said we weren't a very well-to-do family in the early days. Well, in those days, my dad messed up my date of birth while filing the papers. He had to go to work and, being in a hurry, he put down his month of birth, that is November, instead of September . So, officially, I wasn't going to be an adult for around 2 months since it was May. This fuck up didn't bother us a lot with my admissions and all, so no one took up the herculean task of getting it changed from the government. Now, it finally had an adverse impact.
"What does that mean uncle?"
"You can't access your parents' assets till we can prove that you're an adult. You might have to leave the house as well for a few days. You will get a bare minimum to survive and you will have to stay with a guardian. They were suggesting an official center but I told them you have relatives. So, beta, you stay with your Ritu massi for a few days."
"Are you kidding, uncle? You know about her husband, right?"
"I know everything, beta. I have asked her so many times to get a divorce. Even your mom kept pushing her. I offered a discount to her as well. But she really loves him or loves the pain."
"But, uncle, you have to do something. You are the city's best lawyer. They will listen to you."
"They will, surely, honey. That's why I said, it's only a matter of weeks. You won't have to wait till November, I promise."
"Also, it's not a good thing to stay alone. I would've loved to host you but having a blood relative will make the process easier. You spend some time there. Rejuvenate yourself. Come back, get your money, join back college, and then you have your whole life ahead of you!"
"But uncle..."
"Take care, Krithi. I will see you tomorrow. Good night!"
As soon as he hung up, I got back to my daily masturbation sessions.
My life was truly fucked up. Ritu massi's husband was a bloody drunkard. She was his student while studying for a Master's in Arts. The guy, Subhash, was her professor. He was 13 years older than her! 13 years!
He was a Hindi professor and had some local fame. His poetry apparently sparked the imagination of all his fans and students alike. With those skills, he managed to seduce my massi who was just 19 when he was in his 30s. She was gorgeous, childlike with a very fair skin. He, on the other hand, was dark, ugly-looking and his face was ruined by constantly chewing tobacco.
Everyone told her not to marry him, but she was madly in love. She was 5 years older than my mother so my mom couldn't stop her either. Their parents disowned them.
They had a few good months then life took a u-turn. There was a massive protest in their area, organized by the local communist party. A worker's union was on a strike and all factories were being closed down.
My uncle, being a leftist professor, was spearheading the revolution through poetry as well as on-ground action. Things boiled up and the police became brutal. Eventually, my uncle got arrested.
He was in jail for a week or two before the party members got him out. But, he emerged as a different person altogether. He was fired from his job as a professor and almost no one would give him a new job. And then, he gave up as well.
He became a drunkard and started hitting my massi every night. Just when my dad's business started booming, they became very poor. Almost below the poverty line. They had a daughter, much older than me, who ran off and no one heard from her again. They finally shifted to my uncle's native village on the border of Bengal and Bihar.
My massi wrote letters to my mom because she had nowhere else to turn to. We used to send them some money to get through each month. But her pride got the better of her. My massi started picking up menial jobs, became a domestic worker, cleaner, and whatnot. But that made my uncle even more furious. He would urge her to get my mom to send more money.
He himself didn't care to find a job again. The government had long changed, people had forgotten about the incident. If he had the will, he could've easily gotten another job. But he simply didn't want to. All he did was criticize the government sitting in front of the tv all day. He even stopped writing poetry.
Now, thanks to my father's mistake, I had to spend time in that shithole. Right at this last thought, I orgasmed.
***
I reached there with my massi. It was only the second time in her life that she sat on a flight. She surely felt glad.
From there, we took a cab to their village. It was afternoon when we reached her home. Subash, my uncle, her husband, was still acceptably drunk. When he saw me, his eyes were fixated on me for a few minutes. Then, he smiled, got up and hugged me.
"Krithi beta, I'm seeing you after so many years!" He grinned. "Here, give me your bags, I'll show you to your room."
For a moment, I totally forgot that this guy was a monster. He looked like a super-intellectual, retired professor who was excited to meet his niece.
"Take a rest for a while. We'll catch up in the evening."
I was tired. After going through my daily ritual of crying and masturbating, I dozed off.
I woke up to my massi's cries. Hurriedly, I jumped off my bed and walked towards their room. It was a tiny house with just two rooms and a kitchen. After only a few steps, I could peek in and see what was happening.
He was beating her!
"You bloody bitch. How are we going to feed her? Has she given us any money?"
"We have enough. Plus, she is getting a few thousand to take care of herself."
"Bitch! Now that your whore of a sister has died, you should get money from this mini whore outside."
"Subhash! Behave. Her parents have died and have some respect."
And wham! She received a tight backhand slap on her cheek. I froze where I stood. I was boiling with anger. I wanted to teach this bastard, this monster a lesson. But I could do nothing.
Just then, he turned my massi around, lifted her petticoat and entered her without warning.
"Subash!"
I couldn't quite make out if that was a cry of pleasure or pain. Maybe a mix of both.
Their age-gap was quite apparent. This lean old man, almost 55 years old, with skin as dark as night and hair as white as snow, and my massi, still in her early 40s, her skin fair as an angel, her hair still black and flowing, her figure timid yet strong.
"Bitch! Kutiyaa! Hahahaha!"
He fucked her mercilessly and she kept moaning, her hands against the wall and legs trembling.
"Suboo babbyy ahhh!"
It was clear that she still loved him as she neared her orgasm. This whole act made me super horny as well. My hands were inside my pussy without me realizing it and I was crying, again. I was afraid that I was going mad, getting into some Freudian loop of repressed sexual desires. But at that moment, I was in seventh heaven.
I orgasmed almost at the same time as them. My uncle emptied his cum inside her and then threw her on the floor.
"Kutiyaa saaali!" He kicked her, spat his tobacco on her, and turned around. I ran off as quick as I could and dropped dead on my bed.
Two weeks passed with every day feeling almost the same. I was watching their fights and consequent sex as frequently as I could. It made me cringe and it made me feel very horny. So much that I started talking to Sid again.
Sidhant, the hottest guy of our college, International Debate Champion of 2019, and #8 on Top 10 Rising Stars in Indian, inquired as he pinned me against the wall and brushed the back of his hand across my face.
"No, you may not!"
I turned my head, teasingly. I had only been kissed once before. I wasn't the prettiest girl during school. Not many guys were interested in me. I used to be a glasses-wearing first-bencher and always a topper in my class. The only kiss I ever had was with my equally geeky neighbor who I basically grew up with. All my friends had kissed 2-3 boys by then and that's what pushed me into kissing Rohan, the neighbor.
But he was such a noob, though, to be honest, so was I. Truth be told, I sort of forced myself on him because he was the only guy I knew who wouldn't make fun of me if I kissed sloppily. However, the experience was so bad that I gave up on the idea of kissing altogether. Not that I had many chances.
But something changed when I turned 18. A lot of things, in fact. My hormones were so kind to me. My face, which had its fair share of acne scars, started clearing up. My breasts became so perky that the nipple would be visible even beneath a bra.
To top that, my father's business received an unexpected boom. We went from an upper middle class family to a family of elites within a matter of months. So, the influx of money did help a lot. My fashion sense improved, I had the best hair among my peers, and obviously my figure, albeit slim, became a cause of envy.
When I joined college, I was the hottest topic among seniors and my batchmates alike. I received at least 3 proposals which I rejected because I had a crush of my own--Sidhant! He never **censored** much attention to me amidst his extracurricular activities but somehow he couldn't shut his ears to all the murmurs.
I would like to mention one thing important before I proceed with the story. Even though I became rich and hot and prettier, I was still very down to earth, still am. So, the word 'hot' is not really an accurate description of me. In my eyes, I'm beautiful! My features of a girl-next-door but just a bit refined to make people fall in love with me.
So, even after rejecting those guys, I still didn't have any sense of pride in myself. I just wanted to date someone compatible, and Sid seemed like one of those guys. Not just for his looks, but also his intellect.
We talked a couple of times, and we had a lot of mutual attraction in our eyes. We knew we wanted each other but things went slow...until I became Ms. Fresher.
I was down 3 Dirty Martinis at the party, and he must've been fairly drunk as well when he asked me to dance with him.
Things started heating up as we continued to stare into each other's eyes and our hands felt each other up. I'm sure a hundred hearts were broken while looking at us. Seeing us this close, the DJ played John Legend's All of Me. And that was it! We couldn't control it any longer. He held my hand and took me towards the hostel. We found a secluded spot and hugged each other tightly.
"You look so beautiful, Krithi!"
I blushed. The butterflies in my stomach started making weird noises. I was half-embarrassed and tried to stay calm.
"Anddd all off meee, wants allll of youuuu!" He sang while keeping his gaze fixed at me. I went numb.
That was his cue. We kissed!
It felt like heaven! It was like the kiss completed the loop of a circuit as an electric shock ran through my body. He was a pro!
He kissed me gently and then carefully opened my lips by lifting them with his own. That's when he slid his tongue inside. I was on cloud nine! He brought his hand to my chin, brushing it slowly till my neck. Then he took his hand in my hair and pushed me hard against the wall with his body.
"Ahh, Sid!"
My initial shyness vanished, and I mimicked his actions. I wasn't that bad at kissing after all! I just needed a better partner to do it with.
Gradually, Sid took his hand to my naked belly, sending more shockwaves inside my body. My saree's pallu had fallen in the heat of the moment but I didn't mind that one bit. My only worry was that I was soooo wet. I was wearing a light-coloured, pinkish saree so any wet spot could be easily visible.
"Siddd!" Out of nowhere, he grabbed my boob. I had to break the kiss and stare at him.
"It's okay babyyy!" He pinched my nipple while looking at me with complete confidence. I was his. I had no defense against any of his actions. Even if he fucked me right there in front of anyone, I wouldn't have objected. I was mesmerized in lust...and probably love?
"Someone might see us, we're in college Sid. Let's go to your place."
He didn't hear a word as he took his hand inside my blouse and resumed kissing me. I obliged and kissed him back. I had a strong urge to rub my pussy but it was like he read my mind as his left hand did exactly that.
"Aahhhh, Sid, my goddd aahh! Stopp!" 15 minutes prior to that, I had only been kissed once. Now, I was about to get finger fucked. How times change!
"Ahemm! Krithi!"
"What the fuck! Who was that? Who saw us? Was it one of our teachers? Shit, I am going to get rusticated."
The thoughts paced my mind as I heard a woman's voice from afar.
"Krithi! I have some news for you. Please sober up and see me in my office."
It was the fucking principal! I was fucked. She saw me making out my boob half out of its blouse!
"Sorry ma'am. I'm so sorry."
"It's okay Krithi, come see me!"
For some reason, I could see that she was not really angry. Just had a stern look about her. Maybe that was a good thing or maybe it was worse.
As soon as she turned, Sid kissed me again.
"I'll see you, Krithi!"
I looked at him but didn't really reply to anything as I walked towards the principal's office with my head bowed. My pussy was literally dripping but there was nothing I could do. My nipples were also so erect that they could tear through my blouse.
Walking a few steps, I saw that there were more people. Most of them were staring at me. Including my friends and classmates. Something was up!
I didn't greet any of them out of fear and shame. My hair was roughed up, my make up ruined and I was walking awkwardly owing to my super-wet panties! After what could be described as a walk of shame, I reached the principal's office.
"Krithi, sit down. Here, take this glass of water."
"What's up, ma'am. I'm sorry for what you saw. I lost control ma'am but this is the first and last time this happened."
"Krithi, I have to talk to you about something else."
She breathed out a huge sigh.
"I don't know how to say it. There's been an accident."
"What accident ma'am?"
"Krithi, your parents met with an accident. They're...uh, they're dead. I'm so sorry!"
***
My life came crashing down at that moment and it remained crashed and down for a long time after that. Luckily, my neighbors, cousins, and school friends were there for me throughout the next few days. The rituals, the sobbing, the pain, ah, I can't even think about those days without tearing up.
I never saw Sid in those days. He pinged me every day but I didn't have the energy to talk to anyone. He couldn't drive to my house because our making out was already a scandal in school. People were trying to be sympathetic towards me, but there were whispers everywhere.
Once the early numbness had faded out, all rituals done, all cousins gone, I just dropped down on my bed to cry freely. My mother's elder sister, Ritu massi, was visiting and she decided to stay with me for a few days. She was downstairs, already in a deep sleep.
That gave me a chance to wail. Though, when I tried to cry, no noise came out. I closed my eyes and tears ran down my cheek. But, then something really embarrassing happened.
As the warm tears embraced my cheek, I realized that wasn't the only part of my body that was wet. My pussy was wet as well. Because in my mind, along with visuals of my dead parents, were visuals of Sid kissing me, fingering me.
Inadvertently, my finger and then fingers went inside my vagina and explored the insides of it. I was slurping my tears and lifting my hips to go deeper. And then I found my voice. Instead of a wail, I shouted out cries of joy.
It was appalling. I wanted to think of my parents but there was a fire burning inside of me. I imagined Sid grabbing my boobs in front of the entire funeral procession. I imagined him squeezing my ass while I lit the funeral pyre. Worse of all, I imagined him fucking me on the floor where my parents' body was kept.
Oh, it was so disgusting yet so erotic. I came within minutes. And the sleep that followed, it was the best I had had in ages. Out of nowhere, this became my daily ritual. I would masturbate myself to bed and sleep so peacefully that I would totally forget that I had become an orphan, at least for 8 hours.
After that, things became even worse. My father's lawyer called me: "Krithi beta, there's bad news."
"Uncle, bad news is what I'm getting every day these days."
"Don't talk like that beta. Listen, I'm doing my best to solve this problem, but you will have to be patient for a few weeks."
"But what's the issue?"
"Krithi, your date of birth issue, it's, uh, caused trouble here. The court doesn't count you as an adult because of the incorrect date of birth."
Remember when I said we weren't a very well-to-do family in the early days. Well, in those days, my dad messed up my date of birth while filing the papers. He had to go to work and, being in a hurry, he put down his month of birth, that is November, instead of September . So, officially, I wasn't going to be an adult for around 2 months since it was May. This fuck up didn't bother us a lot with my admissions and all, so no one took up the herculean task of getting it changed from the government. Now, it finally had an adverse impact.
"What does that mean uncle?"
"You can't access your parents' assets till we can prove that you're an adult. You might have to leave the house as well for a few days. You will get a bare minimum to survive and you will have to stay with a guardian. They were suggesting an official center but I told them you have relatives. So, beta, you stay with your Ritu massi for a few days."
"Are you kidding, uncle? You know about her husband, right?"
"I know everything, beta. I have asked her so many times to get a divorce. Even your mom kept pushing her. I offered a discount to her as well. But she really loves him or loves the pain."
"But, uncle, you have to do something. You are the city's best lawyer. They will listen to you."
"They will, surely, honey. That's why I said, it's only a matter of weeks. You won't have to wait till November, I promise."
"Also, it's not a good thing to stay alone. I would've loved to host you but having a blood relative will make the process easier. You spend some time there. Rejuvenate yourself. Come back, get your money, join back college, and then you have your whole life ahead of you!"
"But uncle..."
"Take care, Krithi. I will see you tomorrow. Good night!"
As soon as he hung up, I got back to my daily masturbation sessions.
My life was truly fucked up. Ritu massi's husband was a bloody drunkard. She was his student while studying for a Master's in Arts. The guy, Subhash, was her professor. He was 13 years older than her! 13 years!
He was a Hindi professor and had some local fame. His poetry apparently sparked the imagination of all his fans and students alike. With those skills, he managed to seduce my massi who was just 19 when he was in his 30s. She was gorgeous, childlike with a very fair skin. He, on the other hand, was dark, ugly-looking and his face was ruined by constantly chewing tobacco.
Everyone told her not to marry him, but she was madly in love. She was 5 years older than my mother so my mom couldn't stop her either. Their parents disowned them.
They had a few good months then life took a u-turn. There was a massive protest in their area, organized by the local communist party. A worker's union was on a strike and all factories were being closed down.
My uncle, being a leftist professor, was spearheading the revolution through poetry as well as on-ground action. Things boiled up and the police became brutal. Eventually, my uncle got arrested.
He was in jail for a week or two before the party members got him out. But, he emerged as a different person altogether. He was fired from his job as a professor and almost no one would give him a new job. And then, he gave up as well.
He became a drunkard and started hitting my massi every night. Just when my dad's business started booming, they became very poor. Almost below the poverty line. They had a daughter, much older than me, who ran off and no one heard from her again. They finally shifted to my uncle's native village on the border of Bengal and Bihar.
My massi wrote letters to my mom because she had nowhere else to turn to. We used to send them some money to get through each month. But her pride got the better of her. My massi started picking up menial jobs, became a domestic worker, cleaner, and whatnot. But that made my uncle even more furious. He would urge her to get my mom to send more money.
He himself didn't care to find a job again. The government had long changed, people had forgotten about the incident. If he had the will, he could've easily gotten another job. But he simply didn't want to. All he did was criticize the government sitting in front of the tv all day. He even stopped writing poetry.
Now, thanks to my father's mistake, I had to spend time in that shithole. Right at this last thought, I orgasmed.
***
I reached there with my massi. It was only the second time in her life that she sat on a flight. She surely felt glad.
From there, we took a cab to their village. It was afternoon when we reached her home. Subash, my uncle, her husband, was still acceptably drunk. When he saw me, his eyes were fixated on me for a few minutes. Then, he smiled, got up and hugged me.
"Krithi beta, I'm seeing you after so many years!" He grinned. "Here, give me your bags, I'll show you to your room."
For a moment, I totally forgot that this guy was a monster. He looked like a super-intellectual, retired professor who was excited to meet his niece.
"Take a rest for a while. We'll catch up in the evening."
I was tired. After going through my daily ritual of crying and masturbating, I dozed off.
I woke up to my massi's cries. Hurriedly, I jumped off my bed and walked towards their room. It was a tiny house with just two rooms and a kitchen. After only a few steps, I could peek in and see what was happening.
He was beating her!
"You bloody bitch. How are we going to feed her? Has she given us any money?"
"We have enough. Plus, she is getting a few thousand to take care of herself."
"Bitch! Now that your whore of a sister has died, you should get money from this mini whore outside."
"Subhash! Behave. Her parents have died and have some respect."
And wham! She received a tight backhand slap on her cheek. I froze where I stood. I was boiling with anger. I wanted to teach this bastard, this monster a lesson. But I could do nothing.
Just then, he turned my massi around, lifted her petticoat and entered her without warning.
"Subash!"
I couldn't quite make out if that was a cry of pleasure or pain. Maybe a mix of both.
Their age-gap was quite apparent. This lean old man, almost 55 years old, with skin as dark as night and hair as white as snow, and my massi, still in her early 40s, her skin fair as an angel, her hair still black and flowing, her figure timid yet strong.
"Bitch! Kutiyaa! Hahahaha!"
He fucked her mercilessly and she kept moaning, her hands against the wall and legs trembling.
"Suboo babbyy ahhh!"
It was clear that she still loved him as she neared her orgasm. This whole act made me super horny as well. My hands were inside my pussy without me realizing it and I was crying, again. I was afraid that I was going mad, getting into some Freudian loop of repressed sexual desires. But at that moment, I was in seventh heaven.
I orgasmed almost at the same time as them. My uncle emptied his cum inside her and then threw her on the floor.
"Kutiyaa saaali!" He kicked her, spat his tobacco on her, and turned around. I ran off as quick as I could and dropped dead on my bed.
Two weeks passed with every day feeling almost the same. I was watching their fights and consequent sex as frequently as I could. It made me cringe and it made me feel very horny. So much that I started talking to Sid again.
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