Hi, this is Varun,my age is 21 years and its now three years to this incident taken place. This event took place in 2014 and it completely changed my life. I am belong to a very rich family and my parents had died 2 years back, i am presently located in Bangalore for my studies and parents estate sends me a healthy money for my living. I am thin guy with quite a fair looking skin, basically we belong to Darjeeling and so my body as it has very less hairs and my friends keep teasing me that my skin is milky and soft like a girl, but i never paid any attention to that.
I have a girl friend and we both have a heath sex life, she loves to experiment with things on bed. Coming to her looks, her name is Veena, per body is as white as mine, she is 5.6 inch tall, 34-30-36, so looks very hot and any guy will go mad on her. She is a true flirt and i get very jealous due to that act of her. Her dad is owner of a disco in the centre of the state so we get lot of alcohol at free or very cheap rate. I stay in 1 bhk and she mostly stays with me apart of time when her parents visits home.
So, now to story, while on a Friday evening, we were watching a porn and having drinks, porn was basically a girl making her guy dress as a girl and this clicked Veena, she told me she wants to try this and she was excited as she use to love my hairless body. So we started, she took me to bathroom and told me to lie done in my bath tub, i was quite drunk so i just did as she told. With hot water flowing in i was feeling good, she soaked me in soap and water and after 15 mins shaved all possible hairs on my body apart from my head, sprayed her women gel on my body and we moved to dressing table, i was feeling excited and my dick was acting accordingly, so she told me to step in side her sexy pink thongs so that my erection could be controlled.
Then she got her padded pink bra and made me ware that, this now i was just feeling excited but nothing special. Post that she started to do my makeup, did my eye brows and applied lot of makeup on my face, i was not allowed to look at my self till i was completely ready, she did my nails, polished them and made me wear black stocking. Then she got a brown wig of her collection and made me ware that, it was a quite long wig and looked nice. Then got a 3 inch heal to start with, as i was thin all her stuffed fitted me well.
Then the real time came when i turned to the mirror and saw my self, it was a sexy looking fair girl, i was just not able to believe my self, any guy would go mad on her. Veena took lot of pics of mine and had made a video of my dressing up, but i was not aware of her ideas.
Now she told me to wear a skirt and a white top and get ready to go to her dad’s disc, i was horrified and shocked, she said do as i say or video goes online on facebook, i was shocked in terror and by my penis was reacting reversely and growing more large, and veena was laughing at me saying naughty girl is liking this. I did as she told and she took my car keys and we started, she first took me to a parlor and got a ear piercing done and attached long slut type of earring. They were looking really good, now it was 4 hours and i had started accepting the reality of what was going on, then we went off there and sat in car. She told from my i will be called natasha in public. I was like ok. She logged in to some sex toy sites and secretly ordered items words 10,000 inr from my credit card and told it’s a surprise.
We went in shopping and she bought some heals and sexy underwears, i did not know that those were for me (i also came to know of that later). Its 9 pm and we entered disc, it was dark and so i was not worried, entire time she was holding my hands like her baby, i was a new item on the floor so lot of eyes were on me and not veena and that was making her jealous. We stared our rounds of drink and i saw her adding some thing to mine drink but i was not suppose to ask her as she was in full control of me, i stared feeling drowsy and need of support. In some time some friends of veena came in, it was a american black guy of 5-10 inch and looking like a stud. He was her office friend (he was her call centre manager). His name is veran, veran looked at me and started flirting with me.
He asked to dance with him, and veena forced me to go with him. He started doing a close dance with me and as i was feeling drowsy i was enjoying the support of his strong body. But he took it very differently and i was could sense his cock touching my ass line. He blinked his eyes to veena and veena bliked it back, she came there and took me to a room in the disc, i was not aware of what was happening, i just felt some cold gel on my ass cheeks and then a steam of shout came out of my mouth, it was veran 8 inch long tool in my ass and in front of me was my gf making a video of that. Tears came in my eyes and i was not able to do any thing as the drinks were just not allowing my brain to work. It was 15 mins session of which first 5 mins was painful and then it was a joyful ride and don’t know i enjoyed it and cummed in my thongs. Veran took his tool out and released his come on my face and my gf forced me to have it, i almost puked and passed off.
Next morning i was in my room and it was looking all pink, my hands were tied to the bed and so were my legs, i could see i was in a black bra and a soft porn music was running in the house, after two hours my gf came and showed me her promotion document and kissed me on my lips, she told it was all possible due to me being natasha and now she has decided that i will permanently stay like this only when i have to go to college i can were normal cloths with a panty inside to make me realize who exactly i was. I was in no position to say a no as she showed me the video of my ass getting ripped apart by a man.
In some time bell rang and there was a home delivery of items she had ordered, she brought it to room and told your surprise is here.
.. days passed and I was more and more moved in the girly life style. With each night meditation sessions where I was made to listen moons of girls having sex, shown videos of sucking black cocks, girls cooking in maid outfits etc .. with days passing my craving for large black dicks increased. So, full day when I was at home I had a 8 inch dildo in my ass which was locked with a cock ring tied to my penis to control my erection and with time my wish of touching my own dick was going. What I realized was though I did not like to touch my dick but there was a sudden decrease in size of my dick which was basically due to some pills she use to give me every day.
As we were having college holidays my day use to go well at home taking care of daily home need and taking care of my girlfriend when she is back to home. It was 7 days and I was not allowed to jerk my dick nor allowed to wear any male dress.
I was to wake up at 6, cook breakfast for my gf, take a hot water bath shave all public hairs, dress like a girl, serve her food and once she use to go to office, I use to do lot of treadmill at home to reduce some extra fats. Today was Friday and my gf left very early and left a note on table. It said “u have been a good girl since a week, but you need to understand more, so please visit the parlor at sharp 11 am, there you were be thought to be more girly, please wear the wight tee & skirt with 4 inch black heals. Appointment is fixed and you will meet the stylist called as neha. I will pick you up sharp at 5 pm”
I was shocked and standing frozen, I went to washroom, took a deep bath in the tub.Dressed as I was told and booked a cab to go to the parlor, cab person saw me but did not react, that made me feel ok that I am looking decent and like a girl. We reached the parlor and I meet neha, she told she was waiting for me. She directly touched my dick and told I know your reality and you are my slave for next 6 hours. I was like always quite.
So, she took me a room which had a table, mirror and a chair. I was told to sit on chair and then she told that I am looking very beautiful. There was a shy smile on my face like a girl. She did my nails, eyebrows, pedi & manicure .. she did my hairs and make up and told me to look at mirror and I was shocked I was looking superb. She told me now I have to pay the price for the services, I told her that I don’t have any money, she did not say a word and just widen her legs and pointed towards her pussy, I bent down and started sucking here clean shaved pussy. She was smelling like strawberry. Post 15 mins of licking she released her cum and it was super tasty.
Then she told me to go in a doggy style and then she brought a strap on and inserted that in my dick, as I had 8 inch dick in my ass all 7 days so this went in very easily, She started increasing the pressure and with time I started enjoying it, post 30 mins I was exhausted and I released my cum from my dick which was huge in qty, She stopped and told me to lick it clean and I did that. Neha told me that she was very happy and gave me a box and told me to give it to my gf. Sharp at 5 my gf came, we just redid touch up of make up and went.
As we reached home, I saw her boss and one of his black friend at home waiting. They had a big tool kit with them. My gf told me serve them, and I was on my knees. They opened the box and took out the dog color and attached to my neck of which one end was with bosses friend. My gf opened the gift box that neha had given and to my surprise there was a chasty device in that, she came closer to me told that:
GF – do I love her
Me – yes
GF – will you do anything for me,
Me – do you need anything else apart of turning me in girl,
GF – yes a final test
Me – what ..
She did not say anything and just inserted the device on my dick and locked it and the click sound had decided my destiny. She took the key and gave it to her boss and told me that this is new set of medicines that I have to take from tomorrow. I said ok. In mean while her boss took me near his jeans and told me to start sucking, and with that all the wild movies that I was shown at night came in front me and I started sucking the long black dick. It was so tasty that I was not able to control at all, in meanwhile boss’s friend also lowered his pants and started touching my ass & slowly inserted his 9 inch of big load ..
To my surprise my girlfriend was shooting the video of this and I just had the dick in my mouth and ass .. both of they came on same time and discharged the cum .. like a good girl I sucked the cum and then when on my knees on the corner of the room. My girlfriend took those people to her room and I could here she moans. I was just sitting outside the room entire night and when in morning when they all came out I was told to like there pussy and dicks so that they can leave for work, I did that and they all left.
I took the pill and went to sleep, what happens next is a bigger surprise ..


It happened when I was 18 and she was 21; by the way let me tell you, she had a bomb figure such that any guy would pre-cum just seeing her movement. Initially I didn’t have any wrong feeling for her but one day when returning from college I expected nobody as usual as my sister was also doing her MBA but out of my knowledge she was at home that day.
I directly rushed to my room to take some rest, then I wanted to see some movie in sister’s laptop so I want in her room to take the laptop, to my surprise she was at home but I was shocked to see her changing clothes and meanwhile staring her semi-nude body in front of mirror, this gave me a sudden hard-on and I felt so good because I never felt this for my sister ever before. From that day I decided to fuck her. It somehow became my only wish that I only needed to fulfill.
That day I somehow controlled myself from going in her room and went back to my room. One day I got to know that she is again taking leave from college and staying at home, so I also took a leave and stayed there, then I decided to give it a start and started talking with my sister.
We were not much casual because she was a kind of shy girl or u can say conservative, so we kept on talking about each other’s progress and all.
Suddenly I told her that she looks slim and beautiful. She gave me and weird look and asked “is that so”?
And she smiled and went to the kitchen, I felt good because the initiative was good and she liked my compliment.
We both were getting bored at home so I asked my sister to play some game with me.
She usually plays carom or cards with me but this time I put a condition on her that the loser will have to follow whatever the winner asks to do.
She felt normal and somehow agreed to the condition, then we started playing carom, but unfortunately this time she won and it was my turn to follow whatever she asks.
She simply asked me to dance on an item song. But keeping in mind my turn I agreed and danced for her. We again played and this time I won now the devil in my mind woke up and I told her that I can ask her for anything but she said “OK! I will do whatever u wish”.
I felt excited and asked her to do the same item dance in bikini or bra-panty only.
Once she looked at me in anger and said no but I reminded her that I did what she asked and now it’s her turn to do.
After 5-7 minutes she agreed and shyly started removing her top, to my surprise she was wearing a black bra semi-transparent and her white skin was clearly giving a very good and fleshy impression.
After removing her jeans she was now in her bra and panty which was also black and this immediately gave me a very rock hard on which I never felt like that ever before and I was enjoying her nudity and her moves and boobs bouncing in the bra and struggling to come out of the bra.
But by now she became bit open to me and then we played another game and again I won and this time I asked her to become full nude and to this she naughtily smiled in shy and said no that she cannot do this as she is my sister and this is not good but I told her that here we are only two of us and nobody is going to know about us and what happened etc.
She agreed and this time she without any hesitation removed her dress and omg what a moment it was.
My dick was struggling very hard to come out of the pants and I took my jeans off and showed her the monster and she constantly kept on looking at my tool as if she has never seen this before.
I was too excited about seeing her nude, I went closer to her and grabbed her, and due to this my dick was slightly touching her pussy hairs and was arousing her for more.
I looked in to her eyes and started kissing her. I hugged her tighter and my dick was touching her pussy tightly and she suddenly moaned in slight pleasure and I again stared to kiss her and her boobs now she was moaning and was responding very well that gave me the courage to move further. Our kissing continued for 10 minutes and then I pushed her on the sofa and she closed her eyes and was moaning then I moved to her pussy I started caressing her clitoris which almost aroused her much more and she started to give a salty smell and her pussy became wet I started to lick her pussy to which she was moaning in pleasure and pushed my head in to her pussy and tightened her thighs.
After this I started to finger fuck her and inserted finger in her pussy and for the first time I got the taste of a vagina. After sometime she reached her orgasm and flushed all her fluid on my face and I drank most of it. It tasted really very best and its one of the best smell a men can expect to smell in his life,, it was salty but tasted very good. Now I asked her to give me blow job but since she did not have any experience in this she was not doing it perfectly but somehow was giving me the best pleasure, it was the best moment. Within few minutes I ejaculated my cum into her mouth and she drank all of it and even cleaned my dick and made it wet with her saliva.
Now I pushed her back and pointed my dick into her pussy and started pushing it inside, she was feeling intense pain and asking me slow down but I was also very horny at that time I pushed all of it and suddenly she cried out loud as it broke her hymen and it was her first time and mine too.
But after sometime she started enjoying and was supporting me and was moaning in the intense pleasure. And that day I fucked her four times and even in the night from that, parents fall asleep.
From that day we did sex almost regularly whenever we were alone and now she has become my half girlfriend being a sister.


Hi this is Arun. I am from india & I am now going to tell how my innocent mom got fucked by cunning swamiji.
My family consists of three members, myself, mom and dad. My dad works in abroad & he will come home once or twice in a year. My mom is conservative and give importance to traditional values. My mom is not much educated, she has done 5th standard. She is so much innocent & will believe in god so much. For example, if I fell ill, she will not doctor instead of doing that she will fasting in the name of god.
Coming to my mother physique, she is little bit plumpy, but has maintained good health. She always wear sarees & will tie saree below navel. She has a white tone skin, so the visual of her navel in white stomach will make anyone horny. During house hold works I have seen her navel so much time & I have masturbated thinking of her navel.
Coming to story, once I fell ill, I didn’t get cured immediately after my mom did so much fasting & also visit to so many doctors. So once my neighbor told my mom to go and meet swamiji in mountain ashram. We had heard about him in so many ways, that he had made so many miracles, so my mom decided to take me there.
Next day I went to mountain ashram along with my mother. Once we entered ashram there was nobody inside. We went inside and found one disciple there & told him that we have come to meet swamiji. He took us inside one room & told us to wait there. We waited for 10 minutes & swamiji came.
As soon as swamiji saw my mom, his looks towards my mom changed. He has a good physique, may be around 40 to 45 age fellow. My mom explained about my illness asked for solution. By this time he had come to know that my mom is innocent & has a strong believe in god. He told to my mom to stand up, my mom stood up. He inspected her from top to bottom. Oh my god my mom’s pallu unknowingly has got sideways providing full access to her navel. Swamiji take good look at her navel & her big white boobs. Then he told her that that she has some problem in her body, that’s why it has affected me. She asked how it will affect my son. He told since you are his mother & has given breast milk to your son, you have became a part in my health. So she asked solution.
He told she has to make decision for that, but it is not possible. Mom told that she will do whatever it may be for the sake of my health. Swamiji told that you have make some pooja with the man born on amavasya & has to sleep with him. My mom got shocked & he even told that I might get death, if that pooja doesn’t happened in a week. She told the horoscope of my father, but he was not born on amavasya. Now my mom was in a shock that she has sleep with somebody other than my dad for sake of my health. Swamiji told that take your own time & make a wise decision.
We came to home mom thought about it so much meanwhile my illness got worse, so she decided to go in a swamiji way. So she went to ashram after three and told swamiji that she is ready to do whatever for my health purpose. So swamiji asked her, does she knows anybody who has born in amavasya. For that she told no. Swamiji told that he has born in amavasya, if she agrees he will do pooja along with her. Now I came to know about his cunningness to enjoy my mom. Since she is innocent she agree for that.He told her to come at night to perform pooja. So myself & mom came back to home. Mom got bathed and did some pooja at home & afterwards we went to ashram at around 9pm.
One of his disciple took us to one roon where swamiji was there already doing some pooja. Swamiji informed his disciple to take me another room. On his command he took me to another room & left my mom there only. That disciple took me to one room & locked me there. Since I was curious to see what will happen in another room, I checked out each and every windows and doors. In one of the door there was a keyhole, from there I can see what is happening in another room.
Swamiji told my mom to take her saree, mom hesitatingly took her saree & sat in front of swamiji. Swamiji took one pot water and poured on her. He told her to lie on ground. He took some honey and poured it to her navel, she shivered a bit. Swamiji got back above her and started to eat honey by licking her navel. Mom started to moan lightly. He licked honey completely & some more honey again to her navel & began to lick again. My mom may be started to enjoy, she was holding his head & pulling towards her stomach. He once again licked honey completely.
Now he put one insence stick in my mom navel. He inserted it deeply and told her that he will smooch her neck region & she has to keep that insence stick firmly so that it should not fall. My mom agreed to that & he began to smooch her around her neck and her boobs. He smooched her boobs for about 10 minutes, & she found that she was nearing to cum. He once again poured honey to her navel and started to lick. After fantasizing her he took her on bed & started to fuck her. He began to undress mom & himself. Once he was undressed I came his huge dick & I thought that my mom is to die, if she takes that huge dick in her.
He began to fuck her vigorously, my mom was shouting in pain. She was moaning heavily. He fucked her five times that night. My mom lost her senses completely with that beast attack.
In the morning swamiji told my mom that pooja has to continue for another six. Months & mom agreed to that. In this way swamiji enjoyed my mom daily.


or the bag. He stopped the car. Suddenly he was very aware of her nearness. Her pallu brushed against his shoulder. Her blouse was momentarily uncovered on her left side, near him. Its entire left side was soaking, too. He saw the bra clearly outlined underneath the clinging blouse. The lacy bra, his mind noted irrelevantly. The ringing stopped. She half turned back, but then reached back again, saying “It will probably ring again.” Swiftly, his eyes took in the full curve of her ass, outlined against the stretched tightness of her sari as she strained to reach his bag. He frowned at himself again, trying to control his thoughts. But it was rather late. Somehow, with her pallu resting on his shoulder and arm, his lund was filling up. Uneasily he shifted in his seat. Then she had got his bag and sat back, handing it to him.
He tried to remain still. He got the phone out and looked at it. It was his wife, as expected. He was aware of his companion looking at him expectantly. “It is my wife,” he said, and she nodded. He called his wife, listening and explaining his own situation. But for some reason that he couldn’t explain to himself, he left out any mention of his passenger. After the call, he explained, “My wife has left work, too, and is on her way.” He put away the phone and they started driving again.
The going had become noticeably harder. The rain had intensified. There was no conversation. There was no chance for any. The windshield wipers were barely coping with the deluge. It took all his concentration to drive. A number of times he had to come to a complete stop, to figure out where he was and where he should turn. The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car was now surprisingly deafening, even through the so-called sound-proof car.
“I’m sorry,” she said suddenly.
“Why?” he asked, surprised.
“I’m putting you through much trouble,” she replied. He wanted to protest, but she continued. “Am I taking you out of your way too much? Maybe you should let me out and I’ll just walk home. Driving in this is just too tense for you,” she said.
“No, no, no,” he said automatically. Though, to be honest, it was indeed quite nerve-wracking. “I’m not going out of my way at all. Actually, that is my street not too far away,” he said.
“In that case, you’ve reached home,” she replied. “Please do let me out now. I cannot possibly ask you to drive any more,” He thought it over. It was indeed tough driving. As if to underscore her point, the rain got even harder as they reached his home. Sighing, he stopped the car in front of his gate and parked it. Then he looked at her. “Thank you very much for driving me this far,” she said, “I’m very very grateful.”
Uncertainly, he retrieved her umbrella and handed it to her. Once again, their fingers touched. He released his grip on the umbrella just a fraction later than he should have. His touch on her fingers lingered just that bit longer. Blushing to herself, once again, she collected herself, and looked out of her window. It was daunting. She reached to open the door.
“Would you prefer to wait inside until the rain reduces?” he asked suddenly. She didn’t answer immediately. The rain.
“No,” she said finally, “I should try to get home. My husband will be worried.”
Trying to steel herself, she opened the door and put her left foot outside. It was immediately upto her ankle in flowing water. Gathering her determination, she put both her legs out, got the umbrella outside and opened it, then slowly stepped out. She had to hold on to the car to steady herself. The force of the rain pushing against her umbrella, and the swirling waters around her feet kept her from taking even one step. And when she did try after several seconds, at the very first step she overbalanced and flailed her hands, trying to stay steady. Exposed to the downpour, he saw her get nicely drenched.
“Get in! Get back in the car!” he shouted to her automatically. Meekly, she did, getting even more drenched, and sat there, breathing hard from the exertion. “Please,” he said, “come inside and wait for the rain to slow down. We can call your husband from inside. My wife will be home soon, too,” he added reassuringly. She nodded silently, looking down at her wet hands. She was a little shaken, thinking what might have happened if he had indeed let her walk away in this storm.
It was his turn to get out of the car, this time to open his gate. He drove the car into the parking space. A sense of intense relief flowed through her when she found herself under a sheltering roof, and the roar of the hard rain hammering on the car roof ceased. Then he went out again and closed the gate. By the time he returned, his pants were soaked as well.
She stood respectfully, a few feet away behind him as he opened the door of his house, waiting for his “Please come in,” before venturing inside. Her wet clothes dripped on the floor. “I’m so sorry, I’m messing up your floor,” she said, embarrassed. But she was done with trying to brave the weather outside. The safety and warmth of the house was just too inviting.
“Never mind,” he said. “First things first. Let me take you to the bathroom and you can towel yourself dry.” Wordlessly she followed him, looking around as she walked. There was furniture scattered around haphazardly, boxes all over the floor.
“Please don’t mind the mess,” he said, noticing her surprise. “The rooms are all being painted, and this is the result. We had to move all the furniture from the other rooms.”
As they entered the bathroom, he turned around to face her. In the bright light, he clearly saw the state of her clothes. Her drenched sari and blouse were clinging to her skin. His eyes developed a mind of their own, lingering a little too long over her wet blouse. She lowered her face and blushed deeply as she felt his eyes on her. He controlled himself and looked away, only to find her reflection in the mirror. Seen in her clinging outfit in the mirror, she seemed almost naked.
He caught her eyes in the mirror. They locked briefly before separating. Covering his confusion, he tried to talk cheerily, “Let me bring you that towel. And, I’ll tell you what. I’ll get you some of my wife’s clothes. No, no, you must let me!” he added when she seemed about to protest. “Otherwise my wife will kill me for letting you catch cold in this.” He pointed to her dress.
She looked down at her sorry looking sari. He looked at her, taking in her breasts, her bare waist, the shape of her thighs in her clinging sari in a rapid, fleeting glance while she wasn’t looking at him. His lund was coming alive. Ashamed, he turned and left the bathroom, saying “I’ll be right back,” over is shoulder.
He soon returned, and deposited a pair of his wife’s pajama top and bottom, a warm-looking bathrobe, and a couple of towels. “Change into these and I’ll drop your wet clothes into the clothes dryer,” he said and left the room. She locked the door. Unable to help himself, he waited just outside, listening to the sounds from within. By now she must have divested herself of her sari. His mind raced, despite himself, mentally undressing her. He scolded himself, but didn’t stop undressing her until she was completely naked! He had drunk in enough of her in the clinging wet sari to complete the task. His lund was painfully erect now inside his wet trousers.
The door opened. “Where can I hang these?” her question brought him around.
She was nicely wrapped in the pajamas and bathrobe, and holding her wet clothes, now wrung out of excess water, in front of her. He led her to the dryer. “You can dry them here,” he said.
She stood uncertainly, and it dawned on him that maybe she hadn’t used one before. At least, not this model. “Here, let me,” he said, and took the wet bundle from her hand. She briefly resisted handing it to him, but relinquished it in the end when he looked at her questioningly. The reason for her initial reluctance dawned on him soon enough as he separated the bundle. Her bra, and then her panties were the first to get untangled from the bundle. He held each one in his hand, examining them just a fraction too long as if reluctant to let go, before dropping it into the dryer. She saw him, holding her most intimate pieces of clothing, and a hot flush spread through her cheeks and neck.
She could sense very fine hot perspiration break out on her forehead. She turned away to hide her hot face. He took the opportunity to hold her panties in his hand just a bit longer, crushing it inside his palm, and then dropping it in. His out-of-control mind raged: If I slip my hand under her pajama top, I would find… her naked breasts! It would be so easy! And more! If I slipped my hand inside the waistband of her pajama bottoms, and slid it down, down, … down… her cunt! His wanton mind lingered on the word.
His lund was rampant at the imagery his mind conjured up: His left arm wrapping around her from behind, around her waist and up inside her pajama top; the hand clamped fully over her breast, feeling the nipple hard against his palm. His right hand slipping inside her pajama bottom, feeling its way down her belly, down toward her most cherished possession. He imagined her two hands grappling with his hands, trying to remove them, half-heardtedly, and inevitably not succeeding…
“I’ll wait outside,” she spoke and left the cramped little laundry space, breaking his daydreams. He finished dropping her clothes in and started the dryer.
“Let me change, too, and then we can call your husband,” he said.
In a few minutes he returned, wearing a robe as well. He offered her his cell phone. She took it very gingerly from his hand, avoiding touching his fingers. He was disappointed. But the phone was a model she wasn’t familiar with.
“How do I enter the number…?” she asked, feeling silly.
His left hand reached out and cupped the back of hers, as if to steady the phone. He showed her how to bring up the dial system. In the process there were several inevitable little touches of his fingers on hers. She stayed quite still while he finished. “Why had she allowed her hand to remain in his?” she asked herself. Shouldn’t she have withdrawn it, or tried to? But she hadn’t. Shockingly, her hand remembered his compelling masculine touch. Even worse, it missed the touch when he released her hand! His hands were so large! Hers had looked tiny, cradled inside his palm.
She dialled her husband and explained the situation. “He wants a word with you,” she said in the end, handing him the phone.
He reassured her husband. “My wife and I will take care of her, until this rain stops,” he assured him. He waved away the husband’s thanks, saying
“Hope this rain stops soon!” She had a few more words and they hung up.
He then dialled his wife, debating exactly what he should say about the unexpected guest. But his debate was preempted. “There’s no way I can get home tonight..” he heard his wife say over the phone. He glanced swiftly at his guest and saw her narrowed eyes. She had heard her too.
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to stay with my friend,” his wife replied. “Her house is not far from here.”
I guess I will see you tomorrow, he replied. “Let’s hope the rain stops by then and the roads clear! Call me before you leave!” He ended the call. He never got around to mentioning the guest. She, too, noticed that he had never mentioned her. Irrelevantly, the sense of his touch on her hand came back to her. She frowned mentally.
“I suppose we should think about dinner,” he said and went to the kitchen. She followed hesitantly. “There is left-over food in the fridge. Or would you rather we make something fresh?” he asked.
“Oh, please don’t worry about me. Even some curd-rice will be enough,” she said. He warmed up some food and cleared some space on the cluttered dining table
She looked on, feeling embarrassed. “Let me help,” she said when he started bringing the food from the kitchen to the table, thinking that at least she should make herself useful. He offered her the pot he was carrying, to take to the dining table. His left hand was holding the bottom of the pot, using a pad to protect his hand from the heated pot. His right hand held the handle of the pot, steadying it. She hesitated. But she had offered to help, after all.
She tentatively reached out to take the pot from him. For a few seconds they were both supporting the weight of the pot, her hand covering his at the bottom. Then the full weight of the pot was in her hand, with his hand caught between hers and the protective pad underneath the pot. He extricated his hand with some difficulty. His lund enthusiastically savoured the pressure of her palm on the back of his hand.
Three more pots followed, in similar fashion. It seemed foolish to both of them to try to find a different way of exchanging the pots that would avoid their hands touching. Not only that, knowing that his wife was going to be away all night somehow seemed to give them legitimacy. All of a sudden the touches of flesh upon flesh seemed perfectly all right and normal.
By the time the last pot was exchanged, he made a great show of making sure that she had a good grip on it. By the time she took the pot from his hand, his lund was rampantly twitching and jerking inside his bathrobe. They sat across from each other and started eating, watching the TV report on the stormy weather. He asked her for a ladle. When she handed it to him, he went out of his way to let his hand graze over hers. Their eyes met and separated. Not guiltily, but with a faint promise of more touches to come.
As promised, the touches continued. It seemed silly, and almost rude, to avoid them. It was almost as if they were husband and wife. After all, they were alone, and were going to be alone for the entire night, together. That gave them the right. The rain poured, unabated and as hard as ever.
It was past 11 o’clock when they finished.

While they were cleaning in the kitchen, his phone rang. It was her husband, wanting to know if there was any chance she would be back tonight. Obviously, he had no hope of that, but didn’t wish to openly impose on the stranger. Finally, he was assured that it was no imposition at all. There was enough spare room for her and she would be home first thing tomorrow after everything cleared. The husband was clearly relieved, and thanked him several times. They wished good night all around. Then he called his wife and wished her good night. Now they were truly alone and set for the night.
They settled down on the sofa, watching TV for a few minutes.
“I suppose we should think about bedtime,” he said, eyeing her doubtfully.
And then the lights went out.
In the sudden darkness, and the stillness with the TV switching off, the sound of the pounding rain intensified. Automatically, her hand reached out for his, seeking reassurance. It was met by his hand. For a second or so, the two hands searched each other and then her hand settled into his. He peered this way and that, trying to see through the blackness, still holding her hand.
He saw nothing. The power cut seemed total. It must be city wide, or at least a large area around. He didn’t even know where the candles were, or a torchlight. Then a thought occurred and he said, “I’ll find my cellphone. That should provide some light.”
His cellphone was lying somewhere in the kitchen. Slowly and gingerly he made his way past her on the sofa, holding his hands in front of him. As soon as he cleared the sofa, he tripped on some box or furniture, he couldn’t tell which, on the floor. He nearly fell, causing a commotion.
“What happened?” she asked.
“Nothing. It’s all these boxes,” he replied. Straightening himself, he was now thoroughly disoriented. Which way to go? He took two or three tentative steps and tripped again.
“Why don’t you come back and just sit for a while, and see if the power comes back?” she said. “The floor is covered with boxes and furniture. You will probably fall next time you trip,” she finished.
True enough. He agreed and carefully stepped back. “Where are you?” he asked.
“Here,” she guided him.
Slowly, using her voice, he retraced his way back to the sofa. On the way, his searching hand rested briefly on her thigh. She caught his wrist in his arm. He then took her hand, and found his place on the sofa next to her. Her hand remained in his, seeking his reassurance in the strange environment. They stayed still and quiet.
Then they heard his cellphone beeping. “Oh no!” he said.
“What is it?” she asked.
“The cellphone battery is dying,” he said.
“Ohhh!” she exclaimed. Did he sense Her hand trembling a little in his? At any rate, he squeezed it gently, reassuringly, and held it a little tighter. Should he make another go for it? Even if he did get to it, so what? The phone would die soon anyway and be useless. And so he stayed. In two minutes the phone fell silent.
They waited, hand in hand, and sleepless. For two hours he fought the impulse to reach out and kiss her. Two hours during which her hand remained in his, during which it slowly, slowly went from a simple, innocent grip to the object of his attention. Conversation was limited. But every time they spoke, it seemed to give him a chance to change his grip on her hand, and caress it in the process. As if hypnotized by the rain, by the darkness, by the circumstances of their togetherness, she allowed him those caresses.
After two hours it seemed to both of them entirely natural and inevitable when he finally raised her hand to his lips. He kissed the back of her hand, several times. When he was quite sure that she was going to allow that, he began kissing his way up her arm. It took him one more hour to kiss her cheek. Another hour during which his lund ached with lust, and she fell under the influence of his attentions, and became pliable. When she felt his lips graze her cheek at last, she felt her body quivering in anticipation, and was lost.
He kept up the maddeningly slow pace. Another half an hour of soft kisses all over her face. She fully expected to be kissed on the lips but it didn’t materialize. Her entire body wound up tightly, expectant in anticipation.
Ohhhhhhhh! The kiss that finally landed on her lips was full. There was absolutely nothing tentative or uncertain about it. After the snails-paced advance of his attentions, she was caught completely unprepared and breathless. His mouth demanded her mouth. His lips crushed hers bruisingly. Pressed them to open, open, open up! She melted, and at that moment she became his wife for the night. He didn’t know this at that time, of course. And so he wooed her very slowly and carefully. The caresses that started then would take more than two hours to develop into a full-fledged session. A full-fledged fuck session.
But, first, the kiss. Her lips parted, and softened, under his. His mouth sensed the softening, the yielding of her unbelievably soft and feminine lips. His lund strained inside his robe. Would her other lips also be so yielding? So yielding when his hot lund prepared to penetrate, shaft, slide inside her slick cunt? He moaned without being aware of it. She heard his moan, and answered with a sigh, automatically. He heard it. His tongue slid out and tentatively slid over the inside of her parted lips. It encountered her teeth.
Slowly his tongue slid along her teeth, from left to right, from right to left. Then again, and again and again. His heart hammered inside his chest. Pounding. Fearing that it would end too soon; she would stop it. And every second that passed and she didn’t stop him, he grew wildly hopeful. He groaned again in his throat. It echoed through her body.
A deep sigh escaped from her. Her mouth opened, inviting his tongue inside. He stilled, as his exploring tongue discovered this new, uncharted territory. It discovered its companion that waited warm and soft and wet, and, above all, his. Slowly his tongue slithered over hers, slithered and slipped and slid, over and over and over, making love to her tongue. Slowly, slowly, she joined the dance. Their lips were tightly locked, mouths parted wide open and air-tight. Inside, their tongues wickedly played, drawing moans from both of them, muffled moans that echoed inside their lip-locked mouths. Moans that fed each other’s desires, each other’s lust.
The tongues moved rhythmically, licking each other, lick, pause, lick, pause, lick, pause, lick… Moans accompanying each lick. Mouths opening wider as the tongues went out seeking each other, then closing slightly as the tongues retracted. But remaining lip-locked, air-tight. The mouths filling with hot saliva, heating their already hot tongues. His mouth was the first to break off.
Under the cover of darkness, her mouth stayed open. Her tongue hung far outside, searching. It was met by his open lips. Then his tongue slid up hers and his lips closed over her tongue. She moaned at his assault and trembled. He sensed the trembling. They licked each other, hungrily. The tongue, the lips, cheek, chin.. And moaned and moaned. The roaring rain only partly hid their lustful mmmmmmmmmm’s and ohhhhhhhhhhh’s. He began lustfully licking her mouth and lips, as he would lick her other pair of lips, the even hotter pair down between her legs. His tongue slid from one corner of her mouth to the other corner, as he would do to the hot slit of her cunt. He nibbled on her lips, then mashed his lips against her mouth. His tongue slid in, fucking her mouth, thrusting in and out and in and out. He was unaware of his solidly erect lund pressing into her hip.
Under cover of the heated kissing, his hand slowly crept inside her pajama top. He didn’t even intentionally do it. Neither was she aware of its invasion. Furtively, his hand sneaked inside, rested on her naked abdomen. As they kissed wetly and moaned heatedly, his hand slowly crept up her abdomen. Both were only dimly aware of this progression and they paid scant attention. His fingertips touched the underside of the swell of her breast, and paused. As if by mutual consent, their kissing and moans intensified even further, providing cover for his fingertips, for her breast to get familiar with them. He became aware of his grip when her chest arched, pushing her round breast into his palm.
Her body reacted this way instinctively when her breast felt his large, masculine hand closing on it. His hand tightened its grip. The size of his hand was equal to the fullness of her breast. She opened her eyes wide as she felt his hot hand on her naked breast. She saw only complete darkness. Nothing to distract her senses. She closed her eyes again.
Her chest was already arched, offering the hot peak to his bold assault. She arched it further, and felt his answer as his hand tightened, squeezing her breast fully now. His forefinger and thumb sought out the hard peak, then closed on it. Her mouth broke away from his to let out a plantive sssssssssssssssss of breath, feeling his fingers working that tormented peak.
Then, swiftly, his other hand was also under her pajama top, now openly seeking out her other breast. In the darkness, and in her heated situation, she was unaware that her legs were up on the sofa, wide apart, and that he was kneeling on the floor between her legs. He loomed over her in the dark, kissing and licking her mouth wetly, fondling her breasts freely. Slowly, slowly, she slid from a sitting position to lying down lengthwise on the sofa. Her robe lay open and trailed on the floor under his knees.
Now he was kneeling near her head, face bent down over hers, smooching and kissing her hungrily. Once again he ate her mouth, as he would eat her cunt, tongue-fucking her mouth, as he would her cunt, while his left hand had its sweet way with her naked breasts underneath her pajama top. She freely allowed him to feel them to his heart’s content. She had never ever been kissed and caressed and mauled for this long, ever. Not even close. The new sensations tensed her body and it stretched and arched this way and that, her legs flailing slowly here and there, searching for something. The ceaseless writhing of her body drew his hand away from her breasts.
First it caressed her abdomen, stroking it just below her breasts. Sometimes returning to the peaks of her globes as if to make sure they were still offered for his, and her, pleasure. But gradually his left hand strayed further.
You know very well where that hand was headed. However, it took him a good half an hour to get to that destination, by which time her cunt would become freely his for the taking. His searching hand encountered her pajama bottom. Then it strayed lower, slowly creeping along and down her left thigh. Then it stopped, just inches from her cunt. Her leg tensed, and then her entire body. Her chest arched up in deep desire. Her tongue snaked out and waved in the air, seeking his tongue. Then his tongue found hers. They snaked over each other wetly and lustfully. Just the tongues. Her dancing tongue promised him — everything. He could have slid his hand over and covered her cunt.
But for some reason his hand resumed creeping down her thigh. He was caught in wonder at the situation, his hand openly caressing a strange woman’s thighs. He wanted to prolong it as far as he could. His hand caressed its way down to her knee, then slid underneath the knee. He lifted her thigh, and she submitted, allowing her leg to bend at the knee and give him full access. His hand started climbing up the underside of her thigh, still clad in her pajama trousers. His hand crept up and then paused, again within a couple of inches of her heated wet cunt. Her leg stiffened. Her toes curled in hot anticipation of what might come. His hand kneaded that inside of her thigh, slowly and methodically.
Her legs slowly and longingly fell wider apart. He felt the flesh of her thigh quivering in tortured need. With all her attention on that hand, his right hand searched for her breasts, and caressed them avidly through the pajama top. Her breasts were mauled in every way, sometimes grazed lightly over, but all over, sometimes gripped and squeezed quite thoroughly, sometimes the peaks held through the pajama fabric and tugged and twisted and tortured lovingly. In between, he found her buttons, and undid them.
All the while his left hand kneaded the inside of her upper thigh, caressed that thigh up and down, sometimes lewdly coming and resting at the very top of her thigh, his fingers within millimeters of her outer lip if not actually grazing there. Then her pajama top was open. His mouth swooped down and clamped down over her naked left breast while his right hand claimed the other breast.
He sucked hard, and she mewled in want. His right hand rhythmically squeezed and squeezed and squeezed her other breast.His fingers were fully spread out over that quivering globe, gripping it and making it his. Then he stopped the assault on her breasts. She felt his hot breath travel over her chest, felt his tongue lick her chin, lick her lips, her own tongue answering eagerly. Then his mouth clamped over hers, totally smothering her.
Then she felt his left hand move under and up the inside of her thigh. Quickly his hand rode up her thigh. His tongue thrust deep into her mouth, totally muffling and smothering her hot moan that arose from deep inside her throat when his hand came to rest, his palm pressed squarely and flat on her steamy cunt.
Her legs tried to close. But with her left leg trapped in his left arm, she struggled. Her trapped leg writhed in his grasp, making her thigh rub hard against his entire arm. He held his palm firmly where it was. He could feel the heat from her cunt on his palm, right through the pajamas. His torrid lund quivered with a rampant desire to taste it. An instant later he felt her hand clasp his wrist.
He could feel her trying to push his hand away. The lustful longing in his ramrod lund blinded him to her efforts. Instead, he groaned into her mouth repeatedly, mmmmhh mmmhhh mmmhhhh… as if to subdue her struggles. Gradually she fell under the spell of those demanding groans, and his tongue thrusting powerfully into her open mouth. She slowed and then ceased her struggles. She forgot that she was holding his wrist. Slowly, he began caressing her captured cunt. Slowly. Up and down, up and down. Her soft and warm hand now held his wrist gently, as though guiding it. This was her first such touch on him and he relished it. His lund relished it, throbbing riotously.
As he rubbed and caressed, he became aware of small undulations of her hips. Seduced by his caressing hand on her cunt, her hips were answering him. Seduced by him, and at the same time seductively urging him on. His right hand stole over her bare stomach, searched for the rope holding the pajama bottoms waistband and slowly slowly tugged at one end. She felt the slipknot of the rope being undone with excrutiating slowness, while his left hand slowly caressed her cunt up and down. She panted in lust, unaware that she was doing it. She felt a sudden loosening at her waist as the knot gave. He pressed his mouth over hers harder, hotly savouring the taste of her tongue.
She felt his left hand releasing her cunt. Swiftly it slid back. releasing her thigh. Her hand holding his wrist loosened, the fingers trailing over the back of his retreating hand. Then he was forcing her left leg off the sofa and down to the floor. His left hand continued up her hips, over her waist, slid over her belly and then under her now loosened pajama trousers. He groaned repeatedly, and she, too, moaned again and again in heated response, their mouths devouring each other’s tongue with loud lustful smacks. And his hand crept along on its stealthy downward journey. Over her bare flesh. Her lower belly trembled and heaved hugely, convulsing under the rudely invading hand.
Her moans turned into loud muffled gasps, mhhhhhhhhhh mhhhhhhhhh mhhhhhhhhhmmm.. echoing the violent convulsions of her assaulted belly. Her gasps fell on his lust-drunk ears. He groaned long and low into her mouth. Suddenly, her chest arched up in ache. He had just raked his fingernails across her belly. His right hand sought and captured that seductively offered naked breast. His fingers spread out and curled over that sultry mound. It squeezed, and his fingernails raked torturously over her belly once more. Suddenly he couldn’t understand why he was waiting. He squeezed her captured breast thoroughly with his right hand, and his lusting left hand arrived, at last, at her fevered cunt.
This time she fell quiet. Her tongue froze inside his mouth, waiting, waiting, while his palm captured and covered her cunt. Both her legs quivered uncontrollably in high tension. His hand felt that quivering, and, emboldened, it began exploring the sweet cunt. His fingertips traced around the outside of her cunt, tracing a complete circle just outside the puffed-up swollen lips. Then his fingertips were brushing lightly over her soaking cunt lips. Up and down the two lips. He longed to see them, to feast his eyes on her beautiful, beautiful cunt. He imagined the two lips, so swollen and glistening wetly for him. He imagined the tip of his lund probing them, pushing them apart, finding the fuckhole, slowly entering…
He imagined the cunt lips pushed up on either side of his invading lund. He imagined them pushed up a little at first, then more and more, as the invading lund thickened in its girth and stretched her cunt wider and wider as it entered deeper and deeper. He imagined his lund penetrating to the hilt into her cunt. He longed to see that. He longed to feast his eyes on that, to trace her slick cunt lips with his fingers, with his lund buried inside her. He longed for her to see it. He longed to pull out his lund just a few millimeters, so she could see the heavy and solid hardness of his lund, the size and thickness of it, coated with the cream from her cunt. He wanted to fuck her, to make her watch her own cunt getting fucked by his lund, by his cock. He wanted her to see that, unable to tear her eyes away from that lewd, yet irresistibly beautiful sight.
Ssssssssssss.. ahhhhhhh.. she drew in her breath sharply. His middle finger had found her slit, worked down that cunt, dragging his finger over her throbbing clit. The tip of his middle finger arrived at her hole. He knew it from the intense wetness that immediately surrounded his fingertip, by the way his fingertip inevitably slid inward, from her sudden SSSSSS… She waited, quivering in anticipation, utterly powerless to stop him, to stop herself, giving up her most private cunt to him, freely. His fingertip, having found her cunthole, pressed in, gently. Her cunt instinctively resisted his probing finger. He eased his assault, allowing her cunt to get familiar with his loving finger. Quite suddenly, his gently probing finger felt her cunt giving way, opening for his finger, and it entered. Sssssssss.. she hissed.
He sensed her legs parting wider open, and he slid his finger further and further inside her cunt. He couldn’t quite believe it. His head swam giddily. “Oh God! My finger.. it’s INSIDER HER CUNT..!!” his brain told him silently. “Wow! I only met her a few hours ago, and here she is..” Words failed him. His lund reacted wildly to the heat enveloping his buried finger. He imagined that white heat wrapped lovingly around his shaft.
He pictured her legs lewdly open, allowing his throbbing shaft to invade her fuckhole. He imagined fucking her, pounding her, ramming her. Imagining all this, he stayed still. He wanted to know what she was feeling. He wanted to hear every little breath, moan, gasp, of hers. Her legs began quivering with unfulfilled need. He withdrew his finger, almost completely out, but with the tip keeping her hole open.
He joined his forefinger to the middle finger and thrust them both into her quivering cunt. Smoothly and completetly. OHHHHHHH.. she moaned out loud, her cunt spread open by his fingers. The loud moan tore into his senses. He needed to hear more, he did not want it to end. His fingers slid out and back in, like a thrusting piston. Smooth and slick, thoroughly lubricated. Her chest heaved and thrust up, her legs flew out to accommodate the fingers. His fingers savoured her cunt dripping with lust and desire.
Then he was pumping, fucking her with his two fingers. In and out, in and out, in and out.. he pumped her. Even over the roar of the pouring rain, and over her hissed moans of ahhhhh ahhhhhhh ssssss ahhhhh ssss ahhhhhhh, his ears were filled with the wet, slick sounds of fucking, of a thoroughly dripping pussy being worked. If he wanted to know what she was thinking, what she was feeling, here was his answer. Her dripping cunt told him everything, everything he wanted to know.
His right hand closed over her breast, rolling its peak in his fingers. Back and forth and back and forth he rolled it while rhythmically driving his fingers in and out of her cunt. Her hips began bucking under his assault. Her right hand closed over his other hand tormenting her breast. She gripped his wrist hard, choking on her breath. AHHHHHHH.. AHHHHH.. AHHHHHH.. she choked out her breath aloud, as she alternately held her breath and then let it out in gasps. He heard her stop breathing and her hips raised high off the sofa, allowing his fingers to plunge deep into her cunt.
Holding them deep inside, he got his right hand free and swiftly slid her pajama trousers all the way down to her ankles. Then he grabbed her breast once again and began fucking her upraised, naked cunt in short hard thrusts with his fingers held mostly deep insider her. The tension was building up, up, up in her legs, in her thighs, inside her cunt, deep inside..
AHHHHHHHHHH.. she screamed out over the roar of the rain, her cunt exploding in a raging orgasm that shook her body. He felt her hips and thighs quivering hard and he tried to keep pumping her orgasmic cunt. He felt both her hands reach down and grip his left wrist, restraining him. Only then he stopped pumping, but kept his finger totally buried inside her cumming cunt.
All of a sudden her hips dropped down to the sofa, his fingers coming out of her cunt. He even heard a soft plop as his fingers left her hole. Phewwwww, phewwwww, phewwww.. she breathed out hard, trying to regain her breath and relax her trembling legs.
Vaguely she was aware of him shifting her hips on the sofa, her legs being moved around, of her legs and thighs being opened. Utterly spent, her legs languidly obeyed him, allowing them to be positioned as he wished. Then she became aware of him looming darkly over her. His mouth sought her face, found her mouth and devoured it, drinking in her mouth and tongue in the hungriest kiss.
Now she was feeling something familiar, and yet a little unfamiliar. Something hot, hot and hard and unyielding, and yet velvety smooth, sliding over the slit of her cunt. She suddenly realized what it was, just a split second before the head of his lund found her cunt hole. She knew it must have been the underside of his hot shaft, the underside with the thick vein, that he must have guided down the length of her slit, and now the head was poised.
“Noo…,” she started saying. But it turned into a “Nooooammmmmmhhhhh…,” her mouth muffled by his kiss. His lund had found its way home into her cunt. All the way home. His ass cheek muscles flexed and tightened, straining to thrust his lund in as deep as it could go. His mind was racing. “God! I’m IN HER … CUNT! My LUNDDD, it’s INSIDE THIS WOMAN’S CUNT!!” “No…,” she tried to protest, while her tongue yet snaked around his. “No?” he asked hoarsely, under his breath? He saw her hesitate, a long moment. “Yes…” she whispered, almost inaudible, finally.
He grew uncertain what she meant. “Yes, meaning.. this…?” he asked and slowly pulled out his cock until only the tip remained inside. Her freshly cum cunt screamed out to her in protest. “Or did you mean Yes to this..?” he asked and drove his lund back into her cunt. Lewdly her cunt made a clear “pthhhhhhhhh..” sound as his rampant shaft tunneled its way into her dripping hole. As if he couldn’t quite believe it was happening, and wanting to hear that sound again, he drove his lund out and in, out and in, twice, the second time ramming his lund home into her cunt, hard. “Pthhhhhhhhhh.. pthhhhhh..” her cunt responded. That was enough for him, and for her. She didn’t need to answer his question.
The heat from her cunt enveloped his lund and rose all the way. Even his balls, hanging tight and heavy just outside her cunt, felt the heat. He could feel his lund jerking violently inside her cunt. He knew she could feel it too, and he let her. Let her know how her wanton cunt was maddening his lund.
He knew he wouldn’t last long, at all. Groaning loudly, trying to calm his rioting lund, he stayed still, and held her still with his hands gripping her hips.

Held unmoving, her cunt began to focus on the full length of live ramrod flesh that impaled it. It felt the pulsing, the throbbing, the swelling. It fed that lund its own heat, and also felt its heat. Unconsciously, her hips began grinding against his loins. He groaned. His hips awoke and pumped her. Once. His lund felt as if it was driving through a white hot, thick liquid. “Yessss..” he heard her whisper.
Then his hips pumped again, and again, and again. “Yes.. Yes.. Yessss..,” she moaned out, answering his pumping lund, answering his question at last.
“Fuckkkkkkkk..,” he exclaimed under his breath, fighting to control himself, but feeling that he was going to fail. “Fuckkkkkk…” It was the first time she had heard that word, at least heard it in circumstances anywhere close to this. Certainly not from her husband. It was the first time a man was saying it in her ear, that he was FUCKING her. Not making love, which is what she did with her husband. Not making love, but.. FUCKING! She was being FUCKED.. At last, she thought, now I’m a complete WOMAN, being FUCKED! Unaware that she was doing it, she whispered out aloud, “FUCKKKK, YESSS! I’m BEING.. FUCKEDDDD!!”
He heard her. He froze. Then he lost all control and his hips took over. Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang … His hips sent twenty thrusts of his fucking lund ramming into her eagerly waiting cunt. Twenty, thirty, forty pounding hard thrusts that sent her squealing oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh in response. and then she heard him groaning. A very different groan almost as if he was in pain. Suddenly she felt him stop, his cock held halfway inside her cunt. She felt it jerking violently for a second. And then hot cum came spilling out and flooding into her fucked cunt.
He had tried to control himself. Tried to keep his mind off his straining lund. But his lund… Almost in panic, he felt the cum boiling up inside him. He held his breath and strained hard against his lund. Against all his efforts, his cum came flooding out of his balls. He felt the first burst shoot through the centre of his shaft. One long burst that streamed through his lund and sent unbelievable electric sensations through his entire shaft, that spread through his entire body. AHHHHHHHHHHHHH… he groaned out as the hot cum burst out from his swelling cockhead and into her waiting cunt. There was no controlling any more. He was no longer aware of her. Just his lund and his balls, and the need to empty his cum. Simultaneously with that first burst, he rammed his lund in the remaining halfway into the very depths of her fucked cunt.
His ass and thighs strained hard, his hands holding her hips firmly in place for his assault. Then his hips and ass swiftly withdrew halfway and drove in his lund again, ramming it in hard for the second burst of cum, pulling on her hips hard with his hands and straining into her.
AHHHHHHHHHH.. he groaned again. AHHHHHHHHH.. AHHHHHHHH.. AHHHHHHHHH.. AHHHHHHHH.. Again and again his body repeatedly rammed her cunt, emptying his balls with spurt after spurt of hot cum, filling her cunt with HIS cum.
After the final hard thrust, he quieted, his knees and legs shaking and trembling violently. He became slowly aware that so were her thighs and hips, shaking in his grip. He recalled what his brain had failed to register so far. She’d been gasping, “Yes.. fuck.. yesss.. fuck.. yessss.. fuck.. yesss.. yesssssssssssssss..,” under his thrusts, gasping and grinding her hips to match his assault. And exploding a second time as her fucked cunt had received his entire load of cum.
He collapsed on top of her naked body. He hands searched out and held her face and his mouth captured hers. They kissed and kissed and kissed, wantonly, shamelessly. Shamelessly they whispered “Fuck.. fuck.. fuck.. fuck..” over and over and over to each other. He held his lund inside her cunt. Gradually, he felt their hot cum oozing out of her cunt and drip down his balls.
They kissed and kissed and kissed some more. A lot more. His hips gyrated slowly, experimentally, sending his still not entirely soft cock exploring into her cum-laden cunt. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm.. she murmured against his open mouth. An appreciative mmmmmmmmmm, or so it seemed to him. More accurately, so it seemed to his cock. Slowly it swelled.
Her cunt felt it. Mmmmmm.. she murmured again, hesitated, and then added a daintily spoken feminine “Fuckkkkkkk..” at the end of it. The swelling of his lund accelerated under her murmurs. The mmmmm’s turned into more heated mmmhhhhh’s.
He disrobed her, completely. Removed her bathrobe, the open pajama tops, her pajama trousers bunched up around her feet. Everything. He made her completely naked for him. Appreciatively his hands roamed over her naked body.
From her face to her breasts, to waist to hip to thighs, and back up. His hands found and closed over her arched, freely offered breasts. He took possession of them slowly, taking his time. This time he would not lose control over his lund quite so easily. Hopefully, it would become dawn before he did. And then he would be able to see! His lund revelled, swelled and tightened inside her pleasurable cunt at the thought. He wanted to see, see her swollen cunt.
With his lund buried inside, with the swollen cunt lips yielding to his invading cock. With these thoughts he pulled out of her. Uncomprehending in the darkness, she waited until she felt him lifting her up off the sofa, turn her around, make her kneel, facing away from him. She felt him mount her from behind, felt his lund find her cunt, unerringly. OHHHHHHHHHHH.. she gasped as his lund drove into her cunt, deeply. He didn’t know it, yet.
But he was the first to fuck her from behind, doggy. She laid her head down and rested on the sofa, concentrating on the new way of being fucked. She blushed as she imagined themselves and the position they were in. But.. she was his wife for the night, a fuck-wife. She relaxed and their mmmmmmmmmmm’s and ohhhhhhhhhh’s drowned out the roar of the still-pouring rain.


Hi…Mein hun james . Agar apko meri kahani achchi lage to mail karna mat bhulna…Baat kuch saal pehle ki ha … me mukherjee nagar, delhi me reh rha tha… me pg pe tha aur job kar rha tha. mere samne wale ghar me ladkiyan pg pe rehti thi. Eye contact to hota rehta tha aur muth bhi kai baar mari par baat karne hi himmat ni padti thi. Ladkiyan wahan ias ki coaching ke piye ati thi aur kuch mahine baad ladkiyan badal jati thi.
Me city me akela tha aur isliye girlfriend ki khoj me tha. Mene bhi kai ladkiyon se baat karne ki koshish ki. Kai baar thukrae jane ke baad, finally ek ladki pat gayi. Uska naam tha tanushree. Uska rang to sanwla tha par uski figure bhut mast thi. Uski bra ka size 36D tha…aur hips to usse bhi bade. Use pakar mera confidence bhut badh gaya tha.
Baat ye thi thi wo mujhe movie hall me uske boobs dabane deti thi. Kai baar to mene tee-shirt ke andar hath dalkar bhi daba diye. Fir ek din usne mujhe uske flat pe ane ke liye kaha. Landlord se nazar bacha ke me uske flat me pahuncha. Wo ek dusri ladki ke sath sharing karke rehti thi. Me disappoint ho gaya…ki uski friend ke samne kaise lunga uski. Usne bataya wo ghar pe ni ha to me fir josh me aa gaya….
Baat itni simple ho gayi ki vishwas ni ho rha tha. Humne bas kiss karna start kiya aur ek dusre ko nude kar diya. Me virgin tha aur wo bhi. Mene pta ni kaise directly blowjob mang li aur wo to bas choosne lagi. Mene uska sar pakda aur mouth fuck karne laga. Uske soft lips ragadne lage aur 20 sec me hi uske muh me muth chhod diya aur wo pura peene lagi.
Fir kya tha..mene use moda…deewar ki taraf jhukne ke liye kaha… mene socha to choot me ghusane ka tha…par uski mast gand dekh kar mera man fisal gaya aur mene apna 7 inch ka land daal diya..Wo shocked ho kar chilla padi…aur aage ki taraf ho gayi..jisse land bahar aa disappoint bhi tha aur anxious bhi ki kahin ab wo sex se mana na kar de..
But mene samjhaya ki ajkal ye sab chalta ha aur mere paas condom ni ha to anal sex hi sahi rhegi. Wo man gayi aur mene marna chalu kiya…. Swear god, uske hips itne soft the ki mazaa aa gaya. Mene uski kamar pakdi aur use apni taraf pull and push karte hue andar-bahar karna chalu kiya. Mene dhakke mar mar kar 15 min tak uski gand mari. Aur 2 baar muth chhodi. Piche se uske boobs to dabaye kas ke aur sath hi me uski choot me ungliyan kar rha tha to usne bhi apna paani chhod diya.
Pani chhod kar wo bhi thoda shant hui… Humne apne kapde pehne aur bahar nikle to …DEKHA ….uski friend sofa pe baith kar tv dekh rhi ha… mera dimag kharab ho gaya… hum andar chudai me itna shor kar rhe the…aur wo bahar baithi thi. Me embarrassed bhi tha. Uska naam deepshikha tha. Wo bhut fair aur cute thi. Uske baal lambe aur skin ekdum smooth thi… silk ki tarah smooth…
But wo itna normal thi ki main samjh gaya…ladki harami ha ye.. mene bhi normal hone ki koshish ki aur sex related jokes marne chalu kar diye… itne me tanushree bhi sath ake baithi aur, surprisingly, mere jokes me mera sath de rhi thi. (mujhe andaza laga ki ye dono apas me bhi aise batein karti hogi)
Deepshikha ne poocha,” jiju, thak gaye itne me hi?”
Me tharka gaya “tu azma ke to dekh.. jo sab andar hua ha..tune suna to hoga hi… abhi tujhe bhi wahi maaza de dun?”
Tanushree bhi bol padi “kamine meri itni gand markar bhi shanti ni mili” aur tahake marker hasne lagi. Me bhi hans rha tha…par ab meri nazar deepshikha ke boobs se hath ni rhi thi. Kabhi tanushree ne btaya tha ki usne apni flat-mate ki bra pehni ha aur wo loose ha…. Tanushree ke itne bade boobs the to me uske soch soch kar pagal hua ja rha tha…. Aur jab wo hansti to uske boobs bhi uchalte …me aur bhi pagal ho jata…
Mein ankhein control kar rha tha.. aur tv dekhne ki koshish….
But usne shayad notice kar liya tha.. aur ab tanushree ki baton ke beech hamara eye-contact hone laga…
Deepshikha ne kaha,” tanu, dekh aaj dhoodh lane ki bari teri ha… me ni jaa rhi”
Tanushree ke kai bar request karne ke baad bhi wo ni gayi aur tanushree ko jana pada. Me to isi mauke ki talash me tha.
Mene poocha,” vaise deepshikha, apne kya sab kuch dekha?”
Wo hasne lagi, “han, jiju, sab kuuch.”
“Tumne kabhi kiya ha sex isse pehle”
“To tumhe btana chahiye tha na, tumhe ajeeb laga hoga”
“Are, jiju, aisi koi baat ni ha”
Main chup tha par wo fir bol padi, “par apka land bhut lamba ha jijaji, tanu bhut lucky hain”. Wo mere paas akar baith gayi.
Me hasne laga aur mene bas uska hath liya aur apni jeans pe rakh diya… mera to pehle hi khada tha.. aur uske touch se to ekdum uske hath me sanp jaisa aa gaya.. wo sharma kar mere gale lag gayi…aur mene ekdum uske breasts ko dabana chalu kar diya…. Uske breasts sach-much bhut bade aur soft the…
Mene use nanga kar diya aur sofa pe hi chalu ho gaye… mein uske boobs choos rha tha ki… tanushree aa gayi… aur hum dono ne kapde pehnana chalu kar diya…Par tanushree gusse me apne room me chali gayi thi…
Hum dono ne kuch soch kar..fir se kapde utare aur uske room me gaye. Deepshikha uske kareeb gayi aur uski choot khujane lagi…Usne door jane ki koshish ki par mene jane ni diya aur deepshikha ne uski jeans utar kar…uski choot me ungli dal thi aur mene smooch karna chalu kar diya
Ab kya tha… dono mast ladkiyan meri thi…mein man hi man surprised tha…itni mast aur tharki ladkiyan hoti nahin janta tha…Dono ne fir milkar mujhe blowjob dena start kiya … deepshikha to balls me mano expert thi…balls ko choos-choos kar lal kar degi ..aisa lagta tha.. aur udhar tanushree ne land pe sara jor lagakar choosna chalu kiya… mene to 1 min me muth uske muh me chhod di. Mene deepshikha ke boobs ko fuck kiya aur fir uske muh par muth bhi feki….wo bhut cute lag rhi thi… uske baal pakadkar mene uske muh me fir se muth mari aur is dauran tanushree meri balls ko massage kar rhi thi….
Fir shayad dono ladkiyon ko realize hua ki mein hi sare maze le rha hun to dono ne mujhse choot chatne ko kaha..mujhe bhi ab manna pada…Tanushree mere puh pe baith gayi aur mene chat chat kar baar uska pani nikalwa diya… uska pani pee bhi gaya… deepshikha ka number agla tha..Tanushree ki choot kali thi aur ab deepshikha ki ekdum pink….me to ekdum toot pada. Uske pussy lips ko kabhi bite, kabhi lick..kabhi andar jeebh dalkar chatna…wo zor-zor se chilla rhi thi… tanushree mere land pe baith gayi … aur me to pagal ho gaya…
Tunushree ne apni virginity kho di.. wo itni tight thi ki ..jawab nahin…
Uske hips meri thighs pe press hote aur fir upar jate…fir wo mera andar leti aur fir uske hips press hote… deepshikha ki choot chat te hue…me usko spank bhi kar rha tha.. uske hips kya wiggle karte the… my god !!
Tanushree ka khoon saaf karne ke baad…wo mere muh par baithi aur deepshikha ne apni choot me mera land le lya…isi tarah wo bari bari se ..ek mere muh par aur ek mere lund par baithne lagi aur humne poori raat isi tarah bita di…hamari ankh agle din din me 12 baje khuli …me khud se satisfied tha … dono ne milkar nashta banaya aur hum breakfast ke dauran bhi kissing karte rhe…
Us din ke baad humne kai-baar aisa kia… but 2 mahine baad unki coaching khatm ho gayi aur wo dono chali gayi … me aaj bhi unse aksar fb pe baat karta hun… aur hum wo din yaad karte hain.. unki ab shaadi ho gayi ha … aur me janta hun..unke pati bhut lucky unko itne maze dene wali wife mili…


Hi. I’m Parul. A strong, financially independent Delhi woman put up in one of the posh colonies of South Delhi. Many Delhites can understand how my life could be. I work at an MNC, even though my husband is filthy rich. My husband is a businessman and earning well. He married me for my beauty, though I hail from an upper middle class family. Yes, you guessed it right. I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m married for 8 years, have a 3 year old kid yet I can give a run to 20 year old model wannabes. Soft glowing and clear skin, right sized assets and almost ignorable tummy due to my jog run every day.
After marriage, as expected there’s pressure from husband’s family to leave my job. But I stood strong. And I know how to get my husband into my line. Whatever said, he also likes me for my strong mind. So, even with his half-hearted support I managed to continue my work and now, I have grown to a nice position as a Product Manager in an MNC.
Coming to my sex life, which is the premise here, it’s kind of ok. My husband is kind of ok in bed. He can fuck me well. Just that there’s no spice in it. It’s monotonous, routine and boring. At the end I’m a beautiful and sexy wife who he shows off as a prized possession. But loving that beauty is not something he is great at. And it’s not just about sex; my life was boring and monotonous. There’s so much of plasticity around me in daily chores, work, relations, sex and what not. I always felt I really need a break. Occasional family trips to some foreign locales were not the breaks that were giving me the excitement.
Enough of the boring introduction and the premise… So, the story am going to narrate is about how I broke the shackles and indulged in intimate ecstasy with complete strangers. It’s just one night in my life, where I left behind all the morals, values, and societal bonds and treated myself with pleasure that a body of mine really deserves. It all started with me boarding a plane to Tokyo, Japan to attend a conference related the technology I’m working on. My boss was supposed to go along, but it feel into my lap due to some changes within the organization. A boring 2 day trip, I thought to myself. How wrong I was!!!
The two days passed by as usual. Morning conferences, new groups to meet up blah blah… The first night went on to prepare for the next day. On a professional note, it was awesome. But I was so bored to death by 2nd day evening. I had the flight back only the next day evening. There was a group who asked me out to join them roaming around the city. I let it go and returned. Back to my hotel suite, I just laid down on my bed. There’s deadly silence. I was lost in the silence. I wanted to scream. I didn’t have sex for the past month or so. My husband and I, both of us were busy. I couldn’t even masturbate for this time. My body was craving for something. My mind was craving for some excitement in life. I wanted to break shackles and do something out of the ordinary.
I have decided to unleash a bitch out of me. Why not? I should hit a pub all by myself. Get sloshed. Hit upon strangers and may be end up sleeping with someone. This night, no morals, no bonds, just me and my desires… I got up, freshened and checked out my wardrobe. Huh, do I hit a pub in trousers or jeans. Of course why would I carry party wear to conferences? May be that’s good. I can buy and wear something extremely sexy and revealing. Something I never did before.
I hit out to the town and entered the fashion destination stores. Tried several ones and finally picked up a mini skirt with noodle straps and bare back. Never wore this short and revealing dress before, but I didn’t care a damn. Got another sexy net laced black panty to go along with the dress, high heeled stilettos and came back to the suite. On the way, I noticed good crowd moving to the discotheque down stairs at the hotel itself. Even better, now I don’t even have to search where I need to head for my blast.
Had a warm shower, and took almost an hour to get decked up for the show. OMG!! The mini is quite revealing and now I start shivering. Nervousness coupled with the excitement and the anxiety of trying to cross some lines. Just like how I felt before my first kiss long back in teens. Anyways, this dress’s back is hardly covering any and almost ending at my ass crack. No bra and the nipple do shooting out on the satin dress. Can I carry this off? Is this overboard? What the heck, why am I thinking all this. I should just unleash. I thought; why not get a drink before I step out. I ordered a bottle of vodka and gulped couple of drinks in the suite. Now, am high and can take the night on storm.
I headed to the pub/ disco in the hotel. It’s a slightly unusual disco joint and there’s not much glitz in the look of it. Most importantly I notice only teenagers all around. Oh no, I hope all this excitement doesn’t lead to an anti-climax. I can’t hit upon these kids. I need to be in the arms of a strong man. Anyways, I carried myself to a corner and settled on a high stool. I ordered a hard drink as I really want to go high. Liked the scotch… 30 minutes and a peg down, I didn’t see anyone who’s worth it. I can see many teens ogling me. Well, why not at least try a dance with any of them.
I joined the crowd in the center and started dancing myself. Some guys started moving towards me and tried to dance along. They are awkward dancers. And there’s no masculinity at all in them. That’s when my eyes stuck on this man right opposite to where I sat before. He was a macho man, defined. Looks Indian… Broad shoulders, stubble, casual denims, gulping down scotch on the rocks… He is the one then. Shamelessly, I headed out to his table, stood sexily and introduced myself. I can see a spark in his eyes, when I stood in front of him. First job is done.
Yes, he is Indian. He works for a travel portal and here in Japan as part of his job along with another partner of him. He is put up in the same hotel. Basically from Mumbai, but been out of India for really long. He looks and talks like an Indian version of Pierce Brosnan. I decided he is the guy I should cross the line with.
We caught up on different things about India and I can see he is an interesting person. Definitely a gentleman and knows how to treat an women. My glances at his body now and then gave him a hint what am looking at. He laid his hand on my bare thigh while offering his scotch. His touch has a magic. They are gently placed but the subtle squeeze made sure I quiver. He made a slow movement upwards and brought quite close to the love triangle before placing the hand back on the table. I gulped his scotch at one go. He smiled and that’s it, I’ve fallen for him. And I did the unthinkable, for myself

.Our lips were entwined for the longest of times. Yes, I jumped on and smooch him hard. He was taken aback a bit. But hell ya, responded within a couple of seconds. That was a hot smooch. And God, he knows how to kiss. We broke the kiss. The kiss was the last test I wanted to do if I’m really up for this adventure. A minute of silence in my mind, despite the blaring sound around, I had decided, this was it “Am fucking this guy out of my nuts”.
His hands and fingers were already sensually moving around my back. I had placed my hand on his shoulders and went for the kiss again. This time, it was slower, sensual, hotter and deeper. He had good fingers which are exploring the erotic zones of my body. A soft touch through the spine rolling down till the ass crack, a gentle squeeze on the nape, massaging the sensual back neck, while we were exploring each other mouths. This was turning to be better than I thought. We broke the long kiss and he asked “my room or yours”. I somehow didn’t want to reveal any of my details and said ‘Yours’ and we stepped out.
My heart was pounding heavily and it was surreal. We entered the lift and he kissed again. This time it’s harder and the passion had kicked in. I didn’t leave behind and held onto him tightly and kissed him deeper. There was sense of hunger in the way we were kissing. One of his hands had crushed me on to him and now my boobs are tightly pressed against his broad chest. The other hand was exploring the back and slowly it reached down and he inserted his hand right inside my mini and the panty and gave a squeeze on my ass. I pulled his hair and bit him in reaction. He drew my further close and pushed my leg up to wrap around him. I just pulled both my legs up and wrapped around his waist without breaking the kiss. All this action made my noodle straps fall sideways and he quickly had taken out the right shoulder strap completely out. Half my right boob must have been popping out. We were only taking the passion high and the lift doors sprung wide open. I hardly remember someone being there outside, but we didn’t care a damn. He moved just the same way while I was on him wrapping my legs around the waist. Moved along the corridor the same way and reached his room.
By the time he took out the key and opened the door, I could see my right boob is already out in the open completely. Didn’t occur to my mind I was exposed that way all along the corridor. We entered the room, closed behind the door and my lover held me against the wall attacked me. He kisses on the neck, licking along the nape, the throat, the bare shoulder, gentle bite on the ear lobe, and again sucking my lips. This is ecstasy and I’m oozing my juices down there. He held by right boob then. His palm was slightly rugged and my soft skin on the breasts loves the touch. Despite the strong passion running, he didn’t squeeze it hard initially. It was that right knead which made my nipple erect so hard. I let my first moan out. I removed the other shoulder strap out and exposed my other boob too. The next moment, he sucked the nipple and gave a gentle bite around the aureole.
Mighty strength he has that he could lift me for so long and making love. All this while the cold steel buckle of his belt was touching my vagina on the panty and that was a tickling and erotic feeling. How could I cope with such touches all over? I just can’t even feel many parts of my body. I came down then and started removing his shirt and the denim. Realised one of my stilettos was already out, didn’t know where, and within a minute we were in briefs. He removed my mini and he stood in his brief. Pressing me against the wall, he raised my hands and kissed so gently at the neck and pinched the left nipple hard with his right hand and pressed his hardened meat on my panty right at the triangle. Oh God!! That was beyond words. Sex starved for weeks, such erotic encounter with a stranger at an unknown place, this is just too much to handle. My love hole is oozing out juices. He was still one of my hands up the wall, and came down sucking on my right boob. His right is kneading my left boob rather strongly and I dug my hands into his hair and pulling him strongly on my breasts. He slowly brought his right hand down, gently brushing all along the hip side and inserted one finger inside the panty top hemline. Erotically, he touched through my skin below the hemline teasing me for the final push. I brought my hand down, looked into his eyes and slid into his brief and took his tool into my palm and gave a strong squeeze. He couldn’t hold onto the teasing and he slid his hand inside my panty completely and rubbed his finger from the bottom all through the labia and ended at the clit with a gentle press. That was it!!! I came!! I came really hard and pulled his hair so strong and left a grunt out. My first cum that night.
I was almost lost in my ecstasy for quite some time and I hardly recollect anything that was happening but could feel that I was flying and floating in the air. My body felt so light and rejuvenated. Only women who have gone through strong orgasms can understand this. As I could come back to my senses, I realized I was on the bed already and my man that night was kissing me all over while his fingers and hands were still playing with my pussy. I was just lying there enjoying the moments and when he came near my face again, I dragged him close and kissed his lips so deep to express my passion running inside again. The kiss was really long and deep, running into several minutes while we embraced each other tight and rolled all over the bed. His meat was touching my pussy and I thanked myself that he maintained it hygienic.
After the long kiss ended, I started dominating him and rolled over top of him and kissed him all over. Bit his nipples, run the tongue over the neck line, kissed the broad shoulders, sucked the fingers. Then I went and took his tool into my right hand while the left hand was rubbing the inner thighs and playing with his balls. I didn’t bother the size of the dick as it never mattered. What he had was definitely good to quench my burning desire. I took it in my mouth slowly. I was never an expert in giving oral with my husband, neither had any burning desire to suck dicks. But at that moment, the passion had taken over and made sure I give enough pleasure to my man. He is moaning my with the sucks and am enjoying it. He got up a bit up and told me to go slow and casual. He guided me to suck it well. I rolled my tongue well and licked the head all around. Licked the dick from the bottom and swallow the top for a while. Gently tickled the dick opening with the tip of my tongue and tasted the salty pre-cum. Hell, never knew blowjob is such an art. And the guy knows how to get what he wants. The excitement made sure I swallowed more than half the dick inside. His moans had increased and it really gave me a high that I could really do that.
Just sometime later, he asked me to hold and pulled me up on him and we engaged in some deep kisses once more. Then he asked me to ride on. I questioned him with my eyes about condoms. Japanese hotels and it was easy to get a full pack in the drawers. I wore the condom to his tool and I moved myself down, positioned his tool upright and slowly took it in. Fulfilling… And it was a feeling that I was on the top of the world. I was so wet already and the rhythm was tickling my clit gently. I knew how to make the best out of this, and just arched my body back and started jumping up and down. Such a high it was and I started moaning very load while I pulling my own hair sometimes, pressing and pinching on his chest marking my nail bites subtly and showing my raw desire for him. He got up slightly and started sucking my boobs while I continued to ride on him. He took my nipple inside his mouth and I arch my body back, pulling my boobs long and I again fall back on him; played this game while I kept on riding on him.
Just few moments later, my moans have become so loud and he realized I need the final bang and he rolled me down and started ramming me hard. I wrapped a leg around his waist, and placed the other on his shoulder. He was fucking me fast and crazy and I was leaving load grunts. A few moments and I lost all my senses. I must have cum really hard that I was unconscious for so long. Felt again like floating in the air and I was flying for the second time tonight.
It must had been sometime that I came back to this world and I was lying stark naked on the bed. I saw the guy on the couch sipping beer. Saw the clock and it was 1 am in the night. What a night it was. Let the emotions flow and riding on the opportunity and here I am, just a woman making the most with the best man without any inhibitions here. How did I get this gut? Not sure, it’s the right moment, right place, right man and I had the best fuck of my life. I just closed my eyes and thinking about the night. Somewhere I was feeling, I still have some desire left. May be another fuck.. But I had much more.. A double whammyFelt like there is something coming up.. I opened my eyes and all I could see was, someone entered the room and by the time I realized it, he is already there near the bed. I was quick to cover myself with bed spreads, but still am sure he had a good glimpse of my naked body. The Indian was unfazed and he warmly said Hi to the other man and introduced me as his travel partner sharing the same room. A Scottish man and was around mid aged, but looks lean, fit and lanky. I felt so embarrassed to be in such a position before another man. I thought, what must these guys had been thinking about me? A cheap pick off the pub.. Some nymph who can throw herself wide open for anyone? But then I thought, wtf, he is no one to me in my life and would never meet him again. How does it matter what do they think of me. Why should I be bothered about their judgement? I really wanted this night to be ecstatic and that’s exactly how it is turning out to me. This made me feel little comfortable, but still I was wrapped up by covers till the neck. I was thinking, “is this what I was waiting for. If it was about breaking the shackles, why should it be just about fucking one random stranger? Should I think off 2 guys in one night? Is this turning out to be some porn fiction coming true? Can this be real?”
While I was deep into my thoughts, the other guy went to the fridge, picked up beer cans for all. He sat nearby to the bed, on a couch and both of them are cracking some jokes, which made me laugh. The Scotty was praising me before the other guy and I blushed. All the jokes have lightened up the ambiance and I was thoroughly enjoying the stranger’s presence with me being naked. I never let my soul speak, but just let my emotions drive me through the night. I thought to myself, make the most of what you got.
As I got more comfortable, I had let the covers little down and let boobs pop out a little which is an invitation to the Scot. I could see the hard on in his pants and I dragged the covers still down showing my boobs completely to him. The Indian went to the fridge to get another beer. And the Scot took off his shirt and entered the covers. A passionate smooch from him was enough to arouse me further. This guy was going slowly and I was enjoying it now. He brushed my neck, ear lobes with finger and circled with his fingers around my boobs and then the nipple. I got goose bumps all over and I kissed those fingers to show him the pleasure I got. He pushed his fingers inside my mouth, and I sucked them.
Now his tongue did the circling around the boobs and nipples and I loved it. He started playing with the two and sucking them slowly and for longer time. I closed my eyes to enjoy the pleasures. And that’s when there’s another tongue tickling my womanhood. It’s the Indian and I’m surprisingly overwhelmed for having pleasure with two at the same time. I thought “No morals should hold me this night” and enjoyed every moment of it. The very fact that I was made love by two men at a time was completely new high for me, something beyond surreal. I came again and lost my senses for a while again. I was flying, again!!!
While I was back to senses, I felt am being loved so well by these two men. They were real partners and have good understanding among them. Must have done that together few time before. Both played around my body and never let a dull moment come in between. It was so surreal that I just couldn’t remember details. While one was buried between my boobs, the other was drenching in the fluids coming out of my womanhood and licking all of that away. While one is caressing and kissing my bare back, the other is full on the butt and giving as many love bites as he can. While I take one’s tool into my mouth, the other gives me the fingering pleasure. And finally, my womanhood was filled with a man’s tool for the second time in the night. The Scot is giving the strokes slowly while the Indian is squeezing my nipples. After a while, the Scot took me to a doggy position and stroked from behind. The Indian got under me and had my boobs in his hand and mouth, while his other hand was massaging my clit. It was a total new high that I came once more. Such quick cum and I couldn’t handle it anymore. I was flying, very high again!!!
By the time I was back to the world, his stamp of manhood, the semen, was all over my butt and I realized that I came quite strongly. I just lied down on the bed; eyes closed and never realized that I was earth here that I’m lying on. It was just heaven for me. New pleasures being explored… After a while, the Scot tapped on my butt and gave me another beer can. I saw the Indian savouring the beer on the couch, and winked at him. We were laughing loud by the jokes that have cracked and were lost in our own world. Time was The Scot asked me ‘you wanna get played on both sides babe?’. I read his mind and said ‘bring it on!! The holes are just waiting for you”.
It started all again with the Scot showing his tongue’s prowess on my pussy. I called the Indian and took his tool into my mouth. I have shed off all the inhibitions, whatever were left in me. He gave a mouthful’s job to the Indian, while the Scot was giving tongue down there to me. They shifted the positions a while after, and I took Scot’s hands on to my boobs to make them squeeze harder. I knew I was turning wild, and wanted to only get wilder. The Indian entered me soon and I’m getting wild with the Scot’s tool and taking it fully inside my mouth.
A while later the Indian rolled on, taking me along with him, now me being on top of him. Scot had spread my legs apart and made me bend forward. I sensed some jelly being applied on my asshole and I got ready for the bang. Though I had few fucks before, still it felt like the first anal fuck. The Scot pushed his tool from back and I screamed like hell. The Indian just gave me a smooch, which only resulted in giving him a wild bite on the lips. But then, it was all over and his tool was inside me fully. And they both were stroking me slowly. The very thought of having two penis inside got me wild and I grunted, screamed, roared and gave a strong bite on the Indian’s chest. I came strong, that very moment once more that night.
The strokes got slower and they both removed their tools out. But, I wanted more. And then, I realized that they are just shifting. The Scot lied down with me on his top and the other guy straight into my back. Omg, it’s just not heaven, its hell too and i love it like anything. The strokes got stronger and stronger, which is shown by the way my boobs were swaying along and the Scot did bite them hard, real hard. A high, new high and the best pleasure that I have ever got… I came again within 5 mins and just fell over the Scot. I’m lost, tired and exhausted.
By the time I woke up, there’s the Indian lying on the couch and the Scot next to me. It was noon already, which also meant I had the best sleep in the life. I got dressed, washed my face and left the room without even looking back at them. Even today, I just have my memories, which make me go all wet every time… I never tried this adventure again, nor tried to hit on anyone back at Delhi. These things just happen and when they happen, I have to go with the flow…