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"Of course there is a chance. That's why we're going to keep on doing it again and again. If you refuse to put out I can still send that video to your family. I only promised not to post in on the internet ; I said nothing about not sending it to your mom and dad. Imagine how proud of you they'd be once they realize how much of an ass-sucking slut their precious son is. You're going to amuse me a lot from now on by trying to pleasure my pussy with that pathetic pecker of yours and we're going to keep playing this game until I get pregnant. The more we do it the likelier the child is going to be yours, afterall."

She then uncuffed his wrists. As the boy rose from his bed, however, she grabbed him and pushed him down on the mattress. He never had a chance, with how much stronger than him Payal is. The girl imprisoned him in her arms as she trapped him with a tight embrace. Payal refused to let go, even as he yelled in protest and tried to move away from her, pressing her groin into his ass, making her breasts against his back. "I'm starting to get upset now, Jai. If you don't stay still and let me cuddle with you maybe I'll finally completely lose my temper and your parents will see the video of you eating my ass and jerking off." He immediately stopped at this. "Good boy," she purred into his ear, snuggling up from behind, enjoying the warmth of his body. He cried silently as she fell asleep with her nose nuzzled at his neck, miserable, knowing that he has possibly lost his freedom forever.

One month of countless rounds of sex later, she produced a positive pregnancy test. "Looks like I won, my love. So Jai, why don't you listen and answer me. Will you make me the happiest woman and be my adorable husband till death parts us?" Payal asked on one knee, holding up a shiny, golden wedding band. The boy sobbed uncontrollably, already knowing what he would say to her

"Y Yes, I'll m m marry you," he stammered as she stood up and hugged him to her body as tightly as she could.

"Good. My parents already booked wedding hall and started sending out invitation cards four weeks ago. As a reward for being a good boy, I'll let you fuck my ass on our wedding night, even though I probably won't feel anything since you're so small." Payal happily pressed a kiss to Jai's nose before bouncing off happily. "Oh, and don't worry. I intend to keep my vows. Mani was just a one time thing. We can use a large strap on whenever I want to cum," she called back to him over her shoulder.

Three weeks later they pledged their eternal love in front of hundreds of witnesses, who were all either relatives or friends of Payal's parents, in a grand ballroom of the luxurious hotel. Her mother has always been fond of Jai. She knew that Payal had broken the boy's heart once by cheating on him but was proud she managed to win him back and get him into a marriage. The girl's father sympathized with Jai, recognizing that he is still in love with the selfish girl but is unable to admit it yet.

Later that night, when they were alone in the suite that Payal's parents easily afforded, wanting their daughter to fully enjoy herself, she made him sit down next to her on the bed. "Baby, I promised you that you can fuck my ass when we get married. Now you can do that. Take off all your clothes," she ordered, before getting on all four, hiking up her dress above the waist, thrusting out her full rump at him, removing her panties, exposing her thick, bare asscheeks. The girl spread the meaty globes of flesh apart, exposing her tight anal ring to her husband. "Don't worry about lube, honey. I've had something much bigger than your penis in there before."

The insinuated belittlement sting, but her bitchy remark and the way she arrogantly displayed her muscular butt also caused his dick to swell up to full mast, engorged with blood. Jai hastily removed his tuxedo and pants, tossing aside his boxers before aligning the head of his cock with her sphincter.

He gently pushed through her rosebud which only had to expand a little to accommodate his insignificant girth, allowing him to slide his short cock all the way inside her dirty love tunnel. The boy shyly moaned out his wife's name as she glanced back at his bashful face.

"Wait, that's it? You're all the way in already? I thought I'd feel something since my ass is tighter but you're just that small, aren't you? Just stay still. I'll be the one fucking your tiny cock with my booty." With that said, she did begin to fuck him.

Payal withdrew slightly then rammed her powerful ass into his crotch, swallowing his entire dick inside her channel in one go, overwhelming the boy with the sensation of his penis being enveloped by the velvety walls of her anus. His dick was entirely surrounded by the inside of her ass. She fucked her husband at a measured pace, slamming into his hips as he knelt crouched behind her, mouth wide open, moaning her name repeatedly as she continued to ravish his helpless shaft with her shithole. The boy moaned uncontrollably as her asshole squeezed the base of his cock before sliding up and then pushing down to fully swallow his cock inside the confines of her ass again.

"Please fuck me harder," Jai begged Payal. She smirked, glad that all those rough banging sessions had finally broken her boy and turned him into a slut for her. The girl increased the speed of her fucking, rapidly shoving into his hip with her tight asscheeks now. Payal quickly pushed back into his hips really hard, trying to leave as many bruises on his skin as she pounded him repeatedly with her strong butt, slapping into his tender balls.

Jai gasped as she fucked him with her booty faster than before, pumping him with the insides of her firm, delectable ass. The inner walls of her rectum squeezing around his tool as she flexed, gripping his sensitive package tightly while bouncing against his groin. She milked him without slowing down, proudly showing off her athleticism as she easily maintained her swift place, thrusting backwards into his crotch with her powerful hips, surrounding his dick entirely with her meaty buttcheeks that twerk around his tool, pressing against the hanging ballsack that is now swelling with overflowing semen needing to rush out.

Soon, he could feel the familiar beginning of an orgasm building up from his tensing balls, making him start to meet her thrusts. He pathetically attempted to rut her with weak strokes to her strong movements. Payal noticed this and smirked. "Are you actually cumming already? Wow, and I thought you couldn't suck any less. You're just nothing but a bitch in heat aren't you? But don't worry. I still love you. Go ahead, baby. Shoot your loser semen inside my ass." That final bit finally pushed him over the edge as Jai started violently ejaculating, firing several jets of cum inside her asshole as she tauntingly laughed at him, saying "You'll always be a useless premature ejaculator, and you'll never be able to pleasure me."

 

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As he withdrew his softening dick from her hole, she flipped onto her back and then reached for an 8 inches dildo he didn't notice before. "Now this is big enough to really stretch me out. I want you to sit at the edge of the bed while I have an orgasm, not from that puny little thing flopping disgracefully between your legs, but this huge plastic cock that is going to fully stuff my cunt and ass, and do something you will never be able to : make me cum."

She started rubbing circles around her clit with her fingers, gasping before inserting them into her pussy. The girl placed the tip of her dildo at her vulva, struggling to accommodate the massive girth as she pushed it inside. Her cunt was stretched taught with the considerable width of the plastic dick that she started thrusting into her, withdrawing almost entirely by slamming it right back in, moaning loudly, making sounds she never did when her husband entered her. The intrusion by the large fake cock was hitting every spot deep inside her making her gasp loudly in pleasure, turned on by humiliating her naked husband as he watched her get more pleasure from a sex toy than he was ever able to give her. She suddenly shrieked out loud in her orgasm, squirting all over it, something he had only seen her do once, when she fucked Mani.

Using her own juices as lubricant, the girl flipped over so she was lying face down on the bed, penetrating her shithole slowly with the huge dildo, moaning once again with pleasure that he will never be able to give her with his pathetic penis. She banged her ass rapidly with the plastic cock, seesawing it in and out of her anus, thrusting it in through her gaping sphincter.

The lustful girl looked at her husband with derision as she continued to pound her booty, pushing the massive dildo inside as far as it could go. The sight of her pleasuring herself with the massive toy was causing Payal's husband's cock to start rising up again, filled with blood as his excitement returned. He could only watch as she continued screwing her dirty channel with the dildo that was now banging in to her at a frenzied pace, as she started moaning louder and louder, turning into yells as she cried out "Look at me, wimp! I'm cumming from my ass with this dildo inside it. You'll never be able to stretch me out like this. Ahhhh, ahh!" Payal screamed as the anal orgasm overcame her, ecstatic.

"I want you to suck this dildo," the newly-wedded bride said after recovering from her orgasm high. "Give this plastic cock a blowjob while you masturbate for me." Shocked, Jai soon found himself doing exactly what she said as he began putting the tip into his mouth. "No. That's not how you give a blowjob. First, you need to kiss and lick around the head first for some light teasing. That's it," she commented as he followed her instructions, placing his lips on where the frenulum would be on a real dick, pressing tentatively before swiping across it with his nervous tongue. He could still taste her pussy juices and her ass on it. The combination was intoxicating. It made his cock hard. Extremely hard. "You're getting turned on from this, aren't you, cocksucker? Don't worry, I think it's cute."

"Now wrap your lips around the cockhead," Payal continued to teach him, smirking in satisfaction as he swallowed the head of the dildo that just penetrated her cunt and shithole, into his mouth. "Suck more of the dick into your mouth, about an inch at a time. Don't go too fast or it will make you seem like you're too much of an eager slut." He obeyed her, slowly placing more of the toy inside of his mouth, his jaw now beginning to slightly ache from being held open so wide. The young man finally managed to get the cockhead to the back of his throat, gagging but able to prevent himself from vomiting. "Good. Now I want you to start bobbing your head up and down while you jerk off. Taste my pussy and ass on this cock as you masturbate like a sissy."

Payal thoroughly enjoyed the humiliated expression on her beloved husband's face as he started pumping his turgid cock while sliding his lips along the entire length of the dildo, drawing it in and out of his mouth while his fist stroked rapidly up and down his comparatively tiny penis. She was amused by how cute his pecker looks as it throbbed desperately in his grip, the veins bulging, his shaft harder than it had ever been before when he enthusiastically went on sucking a dildo that had just a minute ago been buried deep inside Payal's dirty ass. "That's it, now cum for me!" she ordered, delighted that his dick began spasming and ropes of semen shot out of the tip immediately as he continued to milk himself until he's totally empty. Jai collapses and she helps him up, moving him over so he could lie on the bed.

"Baby, that was the hottest thing I've ever seen. I meant what I said when I told you you won't ever be able to make me cum with your dick, but I can teach you how to eat my pussy during our honeymoon ; you're already good enough at eating my ass. Just so you know, the whole pregnancy thing was a hoax. I had an IUD insertion a month before I decided to fuck Mani and was a virgin before that. That's right, baby. You've been tricked. It was a fake positive pregnancy test that I bought from ebay. The woman who tried to mug you was actually a friend who I asked to put on the little performance as a **censored** favour. Now you know how much I love you to go to this length to have you. We can have a baby for real once I graduate from college and get a job to support us"

Jai was completely stunned by all the revelation. Suddenly, all the pieces moved into places and he was struck by a moment of clarity. The love which he held for her never went away, and all the feelings returned immediately, and with it came newfound respect for his wife's intelligence and determination. She went to great trouble to bring the two back together all because he stubbornly refused to admit that he wasn't actually angry at her for cheating on him anymore and never had a choice, once a genius with such gorgeous looks decided to make him hers.

"I love you too, Payal. I'm sorry it took me so long to finally admit this, but I've never stopped loving you. I hope that we'll have a daughter, so she can be strong and clever like her mom," he shyly muttered, burning his face in Payal's chest as she lightly pat him on his head, stroking his back, holding him towards her with her arm wrapped tightly around him. She fell asleep with a blissful smile on her beautiful face, cuddling with her adorable husband, content.

THE-END

 

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#KAJAL ASHRAM

Since my arms were extended above my head, he virtually had an unrestricted access to my upper part of the body and as he adjusted himself on my top, he even pressed by right boob with his elbow at least twice and also even touched my pussy over my sari as if adjusting his crotch. He positioned himself perfectly over me for fucking and I was feeling so very dishonored lying like this with two other males looking at me. Mr. Yadav now whispered his prayer at my ears and while doing that he licked and bite my ears too. Though my eyes were closed, I could very well realize that Sanjeev, who was sitting so close to me, must have been seeing this old man's acts.

Now Mr. Yadav fed me with the fluid and while doing that his right hand was resting completely on my left peak and he was even openly pressing a particular portion of my bulging flesh, as he had traced my hard poking nipple through my blouse and sari. Sanjeev again helped him with the bowl and spoon and now I relayed his prayer to Linga Maharaj. I only knew what I said to Linga Maharaj, as I was again getting horny with this intimate cuddling by Mr. Yadav in the name of prayers.

I had to repeat the procedure a total of three times for his six prayers and at the end I was not only sweating profusely, but also having a very violent orgasm. As understandable during the later prayers, Mr. Yadav was more aggressive in his hugs while he whispered prayers in my ears. Once he even touched and brushed his thick bearded lips on my tender lips and tried to kiss me, but I was alert enough to avoid that. With later prayers he gyrated his pelvis even more indicatively and felt my whole body. And with each time helping Mr. Yadav, Sanjeev made sure that he touched every part of my lower part of the body. I felt him cupping my ass cheeks at least twice or thrice and felt the shape of my thighs over my sari on all the occasions he tried to help Mr. Yadav.

As I was not wearing a panty, my vaginal discharge was now dripping down my pussy to my inner thighs making my petticoat wet. I was then thinking that I wish I had my panty on. When this process was over with Guru-ji and Sanjeev shouting "Jai Linga Maharaj" and Mr. Yadav finally leaving my body, Sanjeev nailed the final pin to my humiliation crusade.

Sanjeev: The room has become very hot Guru-ji. We are all sweating. We should take a small break Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Yes, we can take a small break, but we must complete everything within auspicious time, which is by midnight.

I had got up from the floor by that time and realized that I immediately needed to adjust my bra, as Mr. Yadav had almost got my left nipple out of my bra cup through his continuous pushing and pressing on my breast area. But I simply could not do that in front of these males and was planning to go to the toilet in fact.

Sanjeev: Right Guru-ji. Mr. Yadav, can you give your hanky once. I am sweating too much.

Mr. Yadav looked visibly puzzled. I realized immediately what was Sanjeev referring to. It was not Mr. Yadav's handkerchief, but my panty kept in his pocket in a crushed form.

I was feeling so nervous and anxious and did not know how to manage the situation. Same seemed the case with Mr. Yadav.

Mr. Yadav: I mean err... this is not my hanky.

Sanjeev: Is it someone else's?

Mr. Yadav: No, no. I mean it's not a handkerchief.

Sanjeev: O! But it resembles one surely. By the way, what is it?

Mr. Yadav was looking at me now and I really was frozen, as I saw no way out.

Sanjeev: Is there any problem? Am I asking anything too **censored** sir?

Mr. Yadav had to answer something now and he let the cat out of the bag.

Mr. Yadav: It's nothing of that sort. I mean... err...

He paused just a little, glanced at me and reveled that the thing in his pocket was not a hanky, but my panty!

Mr. Yadav: Actually when we went to the toilet, I mean when Kajal went to the toilet, she was feeling some discomfort, so she decided to take off her panty. As she had no proper place to keep it, I kept it in my pocket.

Saying that Mr. Yadav pulled out my panty from his pocket and openly showed it to Sanjeev. I lowered my eyes in extreme shame and felt like dying in front of these males. All three males were looking intently and attentively to my scanty undergarment. Sanjeev again remarked a superfluous humiliating statement.

Sanjeev: Oh! Madam then you are panty-less now?

I did not reply to his question and tried to avoid the situation.

Me: Guru-ji, if you please excuse me I will go to the toilet once.

Guru-ji: Surely Kajal. But be back within five minutes, as the next yagya custom will involve Meena.

I got off from the floor and almost snatched my 'displayed' panty from Mr. Yadav's hand and went out of the room towards the toilet. I heard a soft laughter from Sanjeev and Mr. Yadav and felt so very offended and cursed myself time and again about my mistake of putting my undergarment into his pocket. I went to the toilet and washed my face and pulled up my sari and petticoat and washed my inner thighs too, which were sticky with my vaginal discharges, and then wore my panty though it was slightly wet in the front. As usual almost the whole of my round gaand remained exposed out of my panty line and I lowered my sari and tried to look normal and decent.

When I was back, I could not see Mr. Yadav, he must have left the puja-ghar and went to the drawing room, and Meena was there instead.

At last, more...

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Seeing Meena again, I smiled at her and she smiled back. I thought if she only knew what his husband was doing with me all this time! Meena was in the complete white attire as before and now with more sweating, her bra was even more visible through the flimsy material of her blouse. She and Sanjeev sat side by side before the yagya fire opposite Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Meena, all this time Kumar was praying for Gouri Beti abiding the norms of this ritual. This yagya demands for a medium, which would transfer your prayers to Agnidev and Linga Maharaj. For you, Sanjeev will act as the medium.

Meena: Okay Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Kajal, if you feel you can go and relax outside, as I would not require you right now.

For a moment I thought to agree to it, but remembered that Mr. Yadav would be around outside and he would definitely lust for me again in his wife's absence. At the same time, the smoke and the heat in the room was also suffocating me somewhat.

Meena: You can spend sometime with my daughter. She must be feeling bored as I am here now.

I thought that was not a bad idea and that way I would also be avoiding Mr. Yadav and his forceful approaches.

Me: Okay. That would be better. Where is she?

Meena: You go down the hallway and stairs and instead of going straight to the drawing room, turn left. Gouri is in her room only.

Me: Fine. Guru-ji then...

Guru-ji: Sure Kajal, you can chat with Gouri Beti and I can finish off with Meena by that time.

I nodded and went out of the puja-ghar. I was really curious to know how Meena would behave in front of Guru-ji with Sanjeev. I wondered if the norms would remain the same for Meena as it was with me or would be something different. I was again getting a feel of unnecessarily curiosity within me. But now that I was out from that room, I had little option to see Sanjeev and Meena. I was thinking how could I steal a peep into the puja-ghar, but as I was walking simultaneously, I reached the stairs and started descending towards the drawing room pathway. I remembered Meena told to turn left for Gouri's room.

As I turned left I encountered a person, looked like the servant of the house and he looked at me questionably, which was obvious too.

Me: Actually Meena told me to go to Gouri's room. Where is her room?

The servant indicated to a door and we were standing almost in front of that.

Me: Thanks.

The servant went away and I stepped ahead and knocked at the door. There was no response from inside the room. The door was locked. I knocked again.

Gouri: Who is it?

I could clearly make out from her voice that my knocking irritated her. I was wondering what I would reply to who I was because surely she would not recognize me by my name. Fortunately I did not have to reply and Gouri opened the door. She peeped her face from the thick curtain on the door.

Gouri: O! It's you Didi. I thought...

She did not complete the sentence and let open the door for me to get in.

Me: Your mom actually is busy in the yagya now. So I thought to spend some time with you.

Gouri smiled and welcomed me to her room. As I entered the room, she locked the door behind me. The room was quite spacious, well decorated and with lots of electronic gadgets. As I turned my eyes from the room furniture towards Gouri, I was a bit surprised to see that she was not wearing the pajama of her suit and was walking in front of me only wearing the long white kurta. Though she looked decent as she was covered till her knees, I could not find a proper reason for her at that time to be like that.

Gouri: Didi, you are with Guru-ji for how long?

Me: Actually I am with him for not so long, only recently.

As she talked she looked visibly uncomfortable and I noticed she was breathing heavily too. Her tight salwar was making her boobs look more prominent as she breathed heavily.

Me: What problems are you having in your studies?

 

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I sat on the couch as I asked the above. Gouri stood in the middle of the room and was probably hesitating for something and I looked questionably at her.

Gouri: Didi you sit for a minute. I will be back from the toilet. Actually I was going for it and hence had opened my pajama also.

Me: Oh! Okay, okay. I will wait. You can just switch on the TV for me.

As I said that I noticed the video player kept below the television was already ON!

Me: Were you watching any movie?

Listening to my question, suddenly there was a change in Gouri's face I noticed. She looked visibly anxious.

Gouri: How do you know that I mean...

Me: The video player is ON, that's why I said.

Gouri: Oh!

She said in such a tone, as if she missed it completely. I saw the TV was switched off and could well realize now surely she was watching a movie and as soon as I knocked she switched the TV off, but forgot to switch off the video player. The teenager looked evidently caught red handed and now tried to act smart.

Gouri: Yes Didi, but that's actually a very boring movie. I will switch on the TV for you.

I was getting curious now out of my natural instinct and wanted to know what Gouri was watching. I must know why she had taken off her pajama though she said she was going to the toilet, but I was not convinced. As she proceeded to switch on the TV, I could see she was wearing a pink panty through the long cut of her kurta. Generally the salwar suits that I wear has the cut at the sides below my waistline, but I noticed in the kurta, which Gouri was wearing, it was much higher, in fact above waistline, and it was abundantly exposing her sides and part of her petite butts even. I appreciated again in my mind her captivating figure.

Me: What's the name of the movie?

Gouri: It's a dubbed film Didi. Very slow, you wont like it watching from the middle.

I could well realize that she tried her best trying to refrain me from watching it, but I was now quite focussed to check that out.

Me: Gouri, its just time pass. In 10-15 minutes Guru-ji will call you. Lets watch that only.

I left no way out for Gouri and she reluctantly switched on the television for the movie to continue. I noticed that she was very quick enough to get inside the attached toilet with her white pajama in her hand. I concentrated on the TV screen and after some blurring on the screen the movie started playing.

Me: Ooooooooooooooh!

The very first shot that I saw was a passionate kissing scene. The shot was taken from close quarters and then camera slowly zoomed out. The male actor was hugging the actress tightly and sucking her lips. The actress was also responding by scratching his back and pulling his hairs. They were in a room, but not on bed. Indeed the scene was hot, as the actress was wearing very scanty clothes and the actor was touching her everywhere. The camera panned from the back of the actress and rested at a side-view. The heroine was wearing something better than a brassiere, which could not hold her big sized breasts with a very small skirt advertising her ample-sized bottoms. I was shocked to see that the actress was not even wearing a bra. I must say she was looking extremely sexy in that outfit. It was a long teasing scene and they both were kissing and fondling each other for an extended period of time and throughout the camera panned on the heavy dose of skin exposure by the actress. The male actor was doing everything that sometime ago Mr. Yadav was doing to me behind the closed door of the toilet.

I could very well realize now why Gouri was breathing heavily and had opened her pajama and was probably at the verge of masturbating when I knocked. It was a dubbed film and things were getting hotter on the screen every moment, as I noticed the actress was made topless removing her bra-like top, which was in any case quite nonexistent. Automatically and unknowingly my hands went to my breasts and felt my flesh and touched my nipples over my blouse and bra. My ears were red and I was also breathing heavily now exactly like Gouri.

I was really not used to see such movies though my husband did bring some porn CDs after my initial days of marriage, but they were all English. In fact I have rarely watched such desi masala video. In most of the English porn CDs that my husband brought everything was so very direct -- the actress came to the screen almost naked, the males simply waiting to drop their pants, and intercourse was like bread and butter. I admitted in my mind that I liked this desi exposure and heating up process much more than what my hubby used to bring.

The actress was now only wearing a black panty and she was indeed a buxom lady flaunting her assets on the screen shamelessly. The male actor was also stripped to his chaddi and his erect covered tool was making me feel so restless. At that very moment, the door of the room opened and another lady appeared and from the dialogues I could realize that the two females were sisters who both loved this man. In no time, the male actor dragged the newcomer into the room and closed the door and in no time the newcomer girl was also stripped to her undergarments. Now the man was hugged from the front by the newcomer girl clad in her bra and panty, and he was hugged from behind by the original girl wearing only a panty. Both girls were pressing their ripe mangoes on the male actor's body.

Me: Oooooooooooooooooo! O! My god!

When this blow hot scene was going on, the toilet door opened and Gouri entered the room. I saw her eyes were stuck to the screen as well. In fact, any woman from 18-46 would have their nipples hardened seeing this sort of a scene. Gouri like me was no exception. But I had to react so that things looked normal and I could not simply sit and watch this porn stuff with this teenager, though very honestly I wanted to see more.

Me: What's this? You were watching this sort of a movie?

Gouri was in the apologetic mode right away.

Gouri: Didi, believe me, I did not know it was like this. My brother gave it to me and said to watch privately. Didi, please do not tell my parents.

Me: Brother?!?

Gouri: Actually he is my father's elder brother's son, he is in college now.

Gouri was visibly nervous and came near and held my hands.

Me: Your parents are so very concerned about you and you are wasting time by watching these filthy things!

I tried to act like a strict elder and Gouri now virtually broke in my arms. She started weeping almost hugging me. Again in my mind I appreciated her developing figure. She was leaning on to me and my hands were touching her taut boobs, and they were so tight over her dress that I was made to remember my school days. I also had a good attractive figure in my college days, but of course I didn't have the sharpness of Gouri and overall she looks prettier than me.

Me: Gouri do not try to act innocent. You are not a little girl by any means, but to me you appears to be more than 19 year old.

I tried to shrug her off my body. She was still leaning a bit and wiped her wet eyes. I noticed her young breasts were protruding forward stretching her tight kurta fabric, as she breathed heavily due to sobbing. I do not know what went past my mind and suddenly I started behaving like a very strict teacher who had as if caught a misconduct of a pupil in class. Was I jealous of her very attractive developing figure, or her prettier face than mine, or her compromised situation before me? I really could not comprehend why, but I started conducting myself in the shoes of a 'mistress.'

Me: Okay, enough. Stand properly.

 

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I had paused the movie on the video player prior, as soon as I started conversing with Gouri. She stood erect now and was not getting courage to look into my eyes.

Me: Gouri, tell me the truth and then I will not let your parents know anything, but truth. I only saw a part of it, but you must have seen the whole movie?

Gouri did not raise her eyes and nodded affirmatively.

Me: Tell me the story.

Gouri: Didi err... its mostly... I mean there is no...

She was stammering and I stepped in with a strong command.

Me: Whatever is the story just tell me.

Gouri: Okay Didi. Please don't get angry. I am telling. Actually there is a girl who came for an outing at a sea beach with her family. She has two more sisters and here they meet another group and become friendly with them. The three sisters have an affair with the three boys of that group. Even the parents were shown to have affairs. Didi there is nothing in the story.

Gouri told the entire thing looking at the floor and I was getting an eccentric feeling of supremacy over this sweet teenager girl which appears barely 19-20 years old.

Me: Which part did you like the best Gouri?

Gouri: Didi I told you its very boring, only full of those scenes. I didn't like the film at all.

Me: Then why had you opened your pajama?

Gouri: Didi err... I actually... I told you I wanted to go to....

She was stammering and trying to voice a confident reply, but I did not give her any chance to do that.

Me: Am I to believe that each time you go to the bathroom, you remove the lower part of your dress?

Gouri kept her head down and stood dumb.

Me: I want to know the truth.

Gouri: Didi actually, I mean, I was feeling very restless and hot seeing the scenes and so...

Me: How many times have you seen it?

Gouri: This was the second time. I swear Didi.

Me: When did you watch it first time?

She again kept dumb and was twitching her lips with her teeth. I was also feeling a circulatory boost within my blood vessels, as I was as if interrogating this sexy chick.

Gouri: Didi, please don't tell mom. She would beat me to death.

Me: I will not till the time you reply me.

I tried to sound very strict.

Gouri: Last evening, mom went shopping and dad was in the study and then I watched it.

Me: Did you get the same feeling like today?

Gouri: Yes Didi.

Me: You opened your pajama yesterday also?

I knew I was going a bit too far and asking too many private questions to this teenager, but I felt great thrill in cross-examining her. Gouri's face turned visibly red at this question and his hands automatically crossed in front of her pussy. Gouri nodded her head in negation.

Me: Tell the truth Gouri.

Gouri: Didi I am telling the truth. Yesterday evening I was wearing a skirt, so...

Me: Okay, say that.

I realized she must have fingered and rubbed her pussy pulling up her skirt.

Me: Gouri, do one thing. You just forward the movie to the portion, which you liked the most. Here is the remote.

I handed her the remote and she was obviously tentative about doing that, but I portrayed a very strict appearance and commanding mode such that it looked very real. She took the remote, but was still thinking.

Me: What happened?

Gouri: Didi the film is full of those scenes.

Me: But you enjoyed them, isn't it? I want to see which part you enjoyed the most. Don't panic. I will not tell you anything. Just fast forward to that scene.

Though Gouri was hesitant, but did not have the courage probably to drag the conversation further. She started fast forwarding the video and stopped after a while and pressed on the "play" button. The movie rolled on and both of us were concentrating on the television screen. Gouri stopped the movie at a place where a girl was walking on the sea beach with a boy. Both were teenagers [barely 19 year old]. It was not the same actress, whom I was watching when Gouri was in the toilet. She must be the sister of that girl, I presumed. She was walking uncomfortably on the beach as her miniskirt was rising time and again due to the wind and exposing her legs. She was trying to cover her properly when the boy suggested her to sit on the beach. The girl liked the idea, but as she sat on the sand, the stiff wind raised her skirt so much that her panty-covered ass was flashed on the screen.

I looked at Gouri from the corner of my eye and she was already breathing heavier and her hand on her pelvic area. I concentrated back on the TV screen. The girl could not even sit properly that the boy jumped on her and started pulling up her dress from everywhere. It looked so odd and it was clearly meant for male audience pleasure I understood, as time and again the girl's skirt was pulled up to her waist by the boy exposing her white panty. Though the girl was trying to keep her skirt down, the effort was not enough. Within moments the girl's top flew in the wind on the beach and her upper part was only clad in a white brassiere. Though she appeared like a teenager, I noted she had full boobs and they were abundantly groped and massaged by the boy on the open beach. The boy was now kissing the girl and also cupping her ripe mangoes over her bra.

I again took my eyes off the television screen to look at Gouri only to find that both of us were watching the movie with our hands on our respective pussies. There was no difference in our approach - myself being married or Gouri being a virgin. The fire in me was still there because of what Gouri's father did to me some minutes prior and seeing all these hot activities, I again started feeling the tightness within my blouse and the itching in my vagina.

The scene continued and I noticed Gouri's eyes wide open and glued to the screen. And why not? Even if I had the opportunity to watch this sort of pron at my teenage, I would get the same thrill. The boy was off of his jeans and T-shirt and was down to his shorts and the actress was almost naked except for her white inner wears. The boy was already in the fucking position with the girl below him and gyrating his hips very provocatively on her pelvis and squeezing her ample boobs with both hands. The camera was sometimes zooming on the girl's face, boobs, and within the gap of her legs being parted below the boy's legs and she was uttering all kinds of sexual sounds.

Me: Decrease the sound.

Gouri immediately controlled the volume so that sound did not go outside the room and she was so engrossed watching this hot sequence that she did not even bother to look at me. In no time the television screen became a sexual ground with the girl was stripped completely naked and the boy also threw off his shorts and took out his lund. Seeing a male penis made me very excited again and the boy was all ready to penetrate her on the open beach. I wondered where it was shot. The beach though looked empty, the girl and the boy were now absolutely naked. I was really not ware that our desi actors and actresses have become so bold and hot scenes like these are shot in the open! The camera was showing the girls' pussy in close up, but I was dying to see the actor's penis, but that was rarely shown. Strangely the fucking scene did not continue for long and abruptly the next scene showed two girls on bed chatting.

Gouri: Didi, the scene is over.

Me: I can see that.

I was a bit dejected for the short longevity of the fucking session, but there was more waiting for me. The two girls chatting readily turned into a long and erotic lesbian scene and honestly for the first time in my life I was seeing lesbianism and that too with desi girls like us! Both girls were wearing nighty, but of course very sexy types exposing a lot of flesh. They came closer and started kissing each other and each one was squeezing each other's boobs simultaneously making things look extremely obscene. The kissing was so slow and teasing, each girl licking and sucking the other girls' lips, I was slowly getting wet within my panty now. A girl kissing a girl -- I had never seen this and I could realize my heart was beating faster and seeing this after the initial fucking scene on the beach, unknowingly both my hands went to my heavy bosom and started tracing and twisting my nipples over my sari and blouse. I could even hear my own heart beat!

I looked at Gouri and she was no different. She also was breathing deeply and her boobs were now looking even sexier in her tight kurta going up and down. I turned to the movie again. The two girls were crossing all limits now. They had opened their nighties and were clad only in their panties now. They both had good-sized boobs and were looking extremely appealing in topless condition on bed. Their naked and freely hanging boobs were swaying and jerking at every movement and each girl in turn were pinching each others' nipples. Things looked really hot and wild when they started licking each other's bare boobs and squeezed each other's buttocks over their panties.

Right at that moment, a very weird idea struck me. Though for a moment I thought I should not proceed with it, but considering the compromising position Gouri was in, I thought to go ahead with it. Honestly, I wanted to experience this new approach of excitement I was seeing on screen. The girls displayed heights of shamelessness when they pulled each other's panties down and started licking each other's pussies. I must admit I was getting excited by the moment seeing this desi lesbianism. I made up my mind.

Me: Gouri.

I tried to speak in a strong cold voice, but my sexual thrill inside made my voice tremble. Gouri was also not prepared for a word from me right at the middle of this blow hot scene. So she was a bit startled and looked up at me questionably.

Me: Come here.

Gouri came forward and stood exactly in front of me.

Me: I have decided that I will divulge to your parents about your watching these dirty materials. It's the question of your studies, I cannot compro... .

Gouri: Didi, please. What happened? Did I do anything wrong now? Please do not do such a thing. My mom will kill me. Didi please.

Me: No, no. I cannot let you go.

Gouri almost was begging me for a let off now. She held both my hands and was pleading me.

Gouri: Didi, please. Mom will make my life hell if she comes to know about this. I will do anything for you Didi. Please Didi don't tell...

Me: Okay, okay. I can let you go on one condition.

Gouri: I will do it, but please Didi, don't tell mom.

Me: Gouri I want you to enact the scene here that's going on in the movie.

Gouri looked very puzzled. She was looking blank almost.

Gouri: W-h-a-t?

I looked at her eyes and tried to look as firm as possible.

Me: You do what you see on TV.

Gouri: Didi, I did not get you fully. You mean...

Me: Yes Gouri. If you are so interested in watching these, I feel you must be equally interested in doing so. Right?

 

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Gouri looked with a very surprised face at me. She could not expect this sort of an approach from me I could realize very well. But for me the itching of my pussy is more important now than what this teenager thinks about me.

Gouri: Didi you mean I will do what the girls are doing in the movie?

Me: Yes and hurry up. Otherwise...

I did not have to complete my sentence as Gouri agreed readily now.

Gouri: Okay Didi. I will do it. Will do it.

She was in a mixture of excitement, panic, and anxiousness regarding the whole subject.

Me: Get the video at the beginning of this scene.

Now I started to act quickly. I got up on the bed and indicated her to follow me. She started rewinding the video to the end of the beach fucking scene and paused there. She then followed suit and got up on the bed. The bed was a double bed and large sized. As she crawled on her knees on the bed to come near me, I saw her kurta's neckline hung low exposing her tight biggies.

Me: You have a nice figure.

Gouri could not even speak anything now. Her face was clearly saying that she was so very apprehensive at my approach. She just nodded.

I know pretty soon once she starts dating and with the introduction of a boyfriend, her boobs would certainly grow to larger size.

Me: Turn on the video in slow motion and you do exactly what you see on screen. Okay Gouri?

Gouri: Okay Didi.

Gouri was still evidently hesitant and I had to take the command of the situation. The video started in slow motion and the two girls were again seen lying in bed chatting among them. I pulled Gouri close to my body with somewhat trembling hands. My heart was thumping, as I was about to get into my first lesbian experience. Never ever in my life did I think of this, but today due to the situational urge I dragged myself into it. I was not only feeling quite nervous now, but also a bit shaky though Gouri had lowered her eyes as I touched her. Her pretty face was turning red and her palms were cold, I guess out of anxiousness. The sexual heat and drive within me took my mind's control and I in turn took Gouri in my control.

In the movie, the girls were now close enough and started embracing each other. I hugged Gouri and felt her young perky boobs almost bounced off my matured heavy bosom. She was very hesitant to hold me and I forced her to hold my blouse covered back and we started feeling each other's bodies.

Gouri: Didi I am feeling very uncomfortable.

She almost whispered in my ears. I hugged her more close to my body and assured her.

Me: If you did not feel uncomfortable watching it, why are you feeling ashamed now? Just watch the movie and not think of anything else.

Saying that I brushed my cheeks on hers. Her skin was extremely smooth, the fragrance of youth advertised on every part of her body. The girls on the movie had already started kissing now, but I did not have the courage somehow to kiss this teenager girl. Instead I cupped her tight breasts and tried to ignite her. Her boobs were not very large, but they were full and very firm and Gouri was blushing heavily as I traced my finger on her nipples over her kurta and bra.

Me: Gouri your skin is soooooo smoooooooooth!

Gouri smiled and blushed again. I now took one hand off her conical breast and held her hand and put it straightway on my blouse covered mammaries. She readily started feeling my full breasts over my blouse and then gently started squeezing them. The action on the television screen made our activities more vivid and courageous. As the girls in the movie hugged, kissed, and almost stripped to nakedness, I was also growing hornier. I dropped my pallu on the bed and even pulled a part of my sari and petticoat above my legs till my knees.

Simultaneously I made sure that Gouri's kurta was also over her tight breasts exposing her bra.

Me: Gouri, now open my hooks.

I whispered in her ears and pulled up her kurta almost to her head exposing her upper part. Gouri almost shivered at this action as she was shamelessly exposed now.

Gouri: Didi please, don't do it.

I had no time to listen to her words and wanted the same sexual firepower to explode her too. I dragged her closer and entered my left hand straight within her bra cup and caught her young firm breast within my palm. The feeling of touch on her naked boobs made Gouri go wild with excitement and my trick worked perfectly on her. She was almost hissing in ecstasy and sexual excitement. Her boob size and vibrant flesh did remind me of my school days again. Little did I knew then that I was unknowingly preparing her for Guru-ji, an incident I would never forget in my life, as that's the only time I saw a LIVE virginity loss session of a innocent 19 year old teenager in front of my eyes.

I could well understand that my direct touching and cupping of her naked boobs over her bra had made her almost mad with excitement and to add oil to the fire I deliberately twisted her nipples quite hard to turn her on quickly. Gouri by that time had unbuttoned my blouse fully and I also made her half exposed like me by pulling off her kurta over her head. Now we both were in our bra along with our remaining clothes and fiercely hugging each other. I had driven Gouri go wild with excitement and she was delivering me the tightest hugs and squeezes at my intimate body parts. Now to make things more exciting, I simply pulled off her pajama knot at one go and brought my heavy body on hers and made her lie down on the bed below me.

Gouri: Ouch!

 

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Gouri gasped as I did that. Our bra covered breasts were resisting and bouncing against each other and now myself on top of her in a very advantageous position, I caught hold of her bra and pulled it up and exposed her very firm tits completely for the first time. I touched and felt them and honestly they were so smooth, so soft yet so firm that I was somewhat envious. I very well knew the teenage psychology and Gouri also as if to reciprocate my action, she hugged me tight with her both hands from her lying position and in no time unclasped my bra hook on my back. Unlike my husband who has opened my bra hook the maximum number of times and to tell you the truth, he still fumbles, Gouri unclasped it in one smooth go and now we were both topless in each other's arms.

There was practically no need to look at the TV screen now as we both were thoroughly charged. Frankly I was also enjoying and getting excited by Gouri's touches and hugs though not exactly as it would have been has Gouri been a male, but still it was a new thrill, which felt extremely good. Since I was still on top of her, Gouri was fondling, pressing, and gripping my boobs from her lying position making me wild with excitement. I was already pretty wet within my panty and I naturally wanted something to be done there.

Me: Gouri, my dear, now deliver something more.

Gouri: What do you want Didi?

Me: Open my panty and...

I did not have to complete the sentence as Gouri smiled and blushed at the same time and gave the nod. I pulled myself from her body and lied on the bed and she instantly got up and went towards my legs. Her naked boobs sprung and moved very alluringly as there was no bra to hold them. She threw a pillow at me to rest my head and pulled up my sari and petticoat a bit and inserted her hands within and went up towards my waist. A tremor passed my spine as she touched my panty and kept her palm directly on my pussy. I lifted my heavy gaand a bit and wriggled in that position so that Gouri could pull my panty down easily.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!

I exclaimed as she slowly pulled my panty down till my mid thighs. Now she took her right back to my pelvic area and rested it on my hairy choot. She was feeling my pubic hairs and teasingly pulling some of them with her fingers.

Gouri: Didi you seem to have a jungle there.

We both laughed at her words and she started massaging my pussy from the outside.

Me: Aaaaaaaaah! What a relief!

I again exclaimed and was feeling on top of the world. This is one exercise my husband also would like to do most obediently, i.e. massaging my choot with his palm, rubbing my thick pubic hairs, tracing a finger down my pussy hole to almost my ass hole and then fingering my hole. But his problem is he wants to do this making my lower half completely naked, but the way Gouri was doing it I was feeling more comfortable as my sari was still tucked at my waist. Generally with my husband on bed, I wear a nighty mostly, though at the initial stage of my marriage on some weekends he forced me to wear skirts on bed and enjoyed my shameless upskirt views. But whatever I wore, skirts or nighties, he liked to do this massaging making me completely naked, which I did not appreciate at all, as most times he was still wearing his vest and pajama or shorts and I felt rather uncomfortable lying like that and my husband sitting down my legs.

Gouri continued my choot massage and fingering for quite some time and I was rubbing my firm naked mammaries on my own with my two hands and enjoyed the whole process thoroughly. I turned to the TV screen once to find that the lesbian scene was over, but another sequence was going on where a lady, must be above 35, was wiping the floor and giving a man huge cleavage views. I concentrated back on bed with Gouri.

Me: Stop now and come to me.

Gouri pulled out her hand from below my sari and crawled towards my face. Her boobs were hanging like two apples and swinging vigorously as she moved. Any male would have voluntary masturbation seeing that scene I thought. At the next moment I thought seeing me lying on bed in topless condition would not also be far behind in terms of voluntary masturbation. I smiled within me reading my own thoughts.

Me: Do you want the same pleasure?

Gouri: No, no Didi. I am okay.

I pulled her towards me and she fell on my body and I touched her cheeks with my lips and finally was able to kiss her very tender lips. It was not a long one as we both were uncomfortable as we both were kissing a similar gender's lips for the first time in our lives. Gouri was almost panting after the kiss and looked visibly nervous again. I coaxed her and tried to wipe out the guilt from her mind. At the same time I was on the verge of a discharge after my first lesbian experience and I was pretty much satisfied. Though I was not fucked on both occasions, first by Gouri's disabled father and now this lesbo thing, still I was not feeling frustrated.

Me: Who will go to the toilet first?

Gouri: Didi if you don't mind I would like to go first.

 

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I smiled and nodded. Gouri got out of the bed and walked topless to the toilet and admittedly she was looking gorgeous. She picked up her bra and kurta off the bed and a fresh panty from the wardrobe for understandable reasons and disappeared behind the toilet door. I was feeling a bit tired now having two orgasms in quick succession. My semi dry panty was again wet almost fully with my vaginal discharge and I was still discharging in slow jet. I just closed my eyes and rested for a while on Gouri's bed.

Gouri: Didi, you can go now.

Gouri looked fresh and I noticed she had changed her hairstyle and was looking prettier. I was still lying on the bed with my milk jugs gaping openly towards the roof and being in the semi-nude condition, my nipples remained taut. I got out of the bed covering my upper treasures with my sari and picked up my blouse and bra and was about to go to the toilet when Gouri interrupted me.

Gouri: Didi the toilet floor is fully wet as I have splashed water there. It will be better if you leave your sari here.

Me: Right you are.

I whiffed off my sari to the floor and was standing now in my petticoat only and my freely hanging uncovered mammaries jiggling with every movement. I noticed Gouri was staring at my naked boobs in an appreciative manner and I started feeling somewhat proud in my mind for my figure. Gouri's admiring looks actually made me more inclined about displaying my full figure to her.

Me: It will be better to leave my petticoat also here.

Gouri: As you please Didi.

We both laughed a little. I untied my petticoat knot and it slid off my waist brushing my thighs to the floor. I was now standing in front of this 19 year old teenager wearing only a panty. Gouri did not pronounce anything, but I could gather the "Wow!" from her looks at my naked heavy figure.

Gouri: Didi, your panty is spoiled. It's fully wet.

I blushed a little hearing this though from a female. I bent a little to note it and found a circular wet mark on the front of my panty.

Me: I have to take it off. No other way.

Saying that I went to the toilet and closed the door though in fact there was no need as I was so shamelessly displaying my assets. I cleaned myself getting out of my last clothing and was feeling much fresh. I took my time and dried myself with the towel and got out of the toilet just casually wrapping the towel to my waist.

Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!

That was what which went out of my mouth as soon as I stepped out of the toilet. I never ever in my wildest dreams expected that there could be someone else present in the room aside for Gouri. And so I was very relaxed and did not bother to cover my mammaries at all and my towel wrapping on my waist was also very, very inappropriate. In fact, my ass cheeks were partly exposed as I draped just to cover my hairy pussy. As I stepped out of the wet floor of the toilet with my panty in my hand, what do I see?

No Gouri in the room, and a middle aged man standing with a bucket, whom I was seeing for the first time, looked like a servant of the house, standing in front of me! I was so dumbstruck by the situation that I made a complete mess of the whole situation. My first instant reaction getting out of the toilet in an almost naked condition was to cover my big swaying breasts. I tried to do that with both hands struggling to cover my whole proud flesh, ultimately covering only the central portion of my mammaries, i.e. my areolas and nipples, with my palms. This very action made my towel instantly drop from my waist to the floor, as it was not tied and my hairy choot was clearly displayed in front of the servant who was also absolutely astonished seeing me in such a horribly exposed condition.

To be continued...

 

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#Kaniha

 

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Although Kaniha was about 38 years old now after being married for 18 years. I had dreamt about her for the last 15 years. She always turned heads wherever she went. She had a body designed for sin, which a man could dream of possessing. Nature had been generous in endowing her not only with a good height, but also with the figure of a goddess and a clear complexion.

Kaniha was sexy as hell even after birth of two children. She had fair skin, high cheekbones, a straight nose, a firm chin, and a lovely soft-lipped mouth. Her eyes were bluish, and her lips were naturally pink. Her long blond hair cascaded to her knees. There were a few small dark beauty spots on cheeks. Her lovely, genuine, warm, beautiful smile that lit up her eyes always motivated me to kiss her.

She had to be the most gorgeous woman I'd ever met. She may have been hotter than any woman I'd ever imagine may. Something I found instantly enticing was her body, She had a body to die for, with full, lovely protruding breasts probably 36C, wide hips, and extremely erotic arse, which wiggled as she walked. The fullness of her breasts and the soft, sexy sway of her hips made me thinks of touching them. My prick was always in a state of readiness on seeing her; such ripe breasts that were appropriate and seemed to be still firm on a slim and fair body were a heavenly sight for me. To get her into my bed at any cost was my dream.

But I always tried to control my feelings. Any hurry in the process would mean getting kicked in the nuts. Things had to happen gradually. This realization was both arousing and disturbing; after all, she was not just another woman but the wife of a very dear friend, Karun.

My association with Karun was quite old, as he had been my friend from childhood. Karun was an average man with average looks, a small business, and an average income. He had married Kaniha about 18 years back, and I had frozen in place when I had met her first 15 years before. I was immediately impressed by how great Kaniha looked. I felt my face flush in embarrassment, and I tried to look away, but I couldn't. Kaniha's beauty, good nature, and exuberance had taken me in.

Kaniha was oblivious to my intentions, although she loved the attention I showered on her. Being friends, we met frequently, but somehow there was always a formal line, which wasn't breached by us.

Once Karun came to meet me. He told me, "I am in deep trouble, and after thinking hard, I decided that I would ask you if you could help me."

"Tell me, Karun. I will try my best. I would be pleased if I could help you," I said.

He told me that " I had recently hit some hard time, and I need one million rupees as a loan and hope that you will help me, he told me details about his financial needs."

My sick mind took over to Kaniha his wife, when I heard this thinking how can I leverage this to my advantage.

"But that is a huge amount!"

"Yes I know it is, but I promise you that I will return it after only two months."

"OK, Karun, I will give you the money, but let me say frankly that you will need to give me this in a written agreement. I don't mind, but this is a huge amount, you know."

I was thinking I could use my money to help him out, but wanted something in return.

"Yes! Why not?" Karun replied. Thus I gave him money, taking a written agreement from him.

One month before the due date, it was a pleasant surprise when Karun invited me to his house for dinner.

Who knew it was my lucky day? I bought a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates for the children, and reached his flat at eight o'clock sharp. Karun received me warmly and led me to lounge, and we sat there. After a few minutes Kaniha came before me like a pleasing breeze. The moment I entered my sixth sense hinted to me something about his wife, the way she was walking, the way she was smiling, and the way she was dressed up. she wore a red satin qameez (long shirt) with her usual white shilwar (trousers). Her qameez was quite low-cut in front, so I could see her cleavage. She looked charming from every perspective. Kaniha, like most Indian women, normally wore only Indian clothes. She had a handful of matching bangles on both of her wrists. Her feet were bare as Indian women's feet normally remain at home.

That evening I was in heaven; my mind was not with me! It had become impossible for me keep my eyes off her at even the slightest move of her. Once she caught me staring her, and she blushed, realizing I was looking at her in a romantic way. She beamed like a virgin schoolgirl captivated by my stares, but my gazes were gradually extending beyond her face. Of course she had noticed this and now and again had given me a glance in response.

The more I looked at her, the more I was excited by the way she talked with me, and the way she looked at me when Karun wasn't looking. Whenever he caught us looking, he'd get a big sheepish smile on his face and then just turn away. Kaniha was undoubtedly aware of my state, as she had caught me looking at her body on that occasion and gave me a glimmer of a smile, and quite often she would remain looking at me while others were not looking.

Kaniha left us, saying that she was going to the kitchen to prepare dinner, while both of us, Karun and I, were laughing and chatting. I had been watching Kaniha the whole time she was serving dishes to the table, though trying not to be too obvious with my staring. Many times I positioned myself behind her so as not to miss the fabulous view of her full, generous, swaying hips.

When dinner was laid, Kaniha asked us to come to the dining hall. We went and sat at the table. Kaniha sat just opposite me.

As the table was fairly small, it was quite natural that my knee should touch Kaniha's occasionally, and it did. I kept the touches light at the beginning, but as she didn't pull away, I pressed a little harder and left it next to hers. We both smiled as she looked lovingly up into my eyes. I kept the conversation running with Karun as best I could, and slowly rubbed my knee up and down. It seemed, if anything, that Kaniha pushed back even harder. The butterflies in my stomach began to jump. I was more than happy that my wishes were about to be fulfilled. Above the table, Kaniha continued to converse as though nothing at all was the matter.