I am 26 today. A fully satisfied woman. My nipples no longer throb with uncompleted satisfaction and my cunt no longer pulses with unmet needs. Instead my nipples look forward to being strummed by the tongue and fingers of my lovers and my cunt looks forward to being filled by my lovers hard and ever ready cock. I experience every day and many times a day the exquisite feeling of hot male cum dribbling out of my cunt and flowing slowly down my thighs while the hot saliva of my lovers dry on my nipples. I feel the touch of his hard hands on my shoulders and his hard thighs on my soft creamy thighs and sigh. I think this was how heaven was supposed to be.
But it was not always like this. My life had always been another kind of heaven. A more restricted and in some ways a safer heaven. I was born in a middle class family in a big city. That comes with many advantages and some disadvantages. My parents were well read and employed. But they were very mild mannered like all middle class people. Very traditional as well and very conservative.
They loved to show off what little that had by way of assets and they intensely distrusted people who were not like them. This meant to them, people who were wealthy were low on morals, people who were poor would do anything for money and people of their own class were always jealous of them. There was no pleasing them.
There was one thing that did please them though. The one thing that gave them intense satisfaction. That was their son and my brother. He was 5 years older than me. Very intelligent and a high achiever. He was always top of the class, getting prizes in sports and generally the leader of men and the light of my parents eyes. He also occasionally gave lessons to some of the richer but less intelligent boys at school. They dreamed of him getting into IIT and then possibly going away to the US and then come back to help them get into the “Rich people” category. The same rich people who were low on morals.
I on the other hand was ordinary in studies and pretty inept in helping out in household jobs. I was never a favourite. I liked to do one thing though- look at myself in the mirror. I was pretty- very, very pretty. Slim and fair, clean features and lovely face. I was always staring at the mirror and trying to play with my hair, try to steal my mother’s cheap lipstick to make my red lips even darker. Twirl my hair around my body and try to look even prettier. This was an advantage I had over my star brother who was very ordinary in looks. At least I thought it was an advantage- but I sadly knew little.
I was very graceful and had a lovely voice. Naturally, a few teachers advised my parents about sending me to singing and dancing. But I did not get to go and I never came to why this was so. It was much later that I understood that my parents thought all singers and dancers would ultimately turn out as whores and sluts. They thought singing and dancing arouses sexuality and that was one thing they did not want in their daughter- the daughter who was already so pretty.
Things came to a head one day, when I was alone in my room- which I shared with my mother (my brother had the other room in the 2 bedroom apartment, as was a student and dad slept in the living room on a pull-out sofa-bed. What they did not know was, I knew when my mum went out sneakily- for the hurried thrust and cum sex they had once in 2-3 weeks). Yes, I was alone in the room and I took off my churidar kurta to have a look at my budding breasts. I loved seeing the rosebuds – creamy white with a pale pink tips. I held them close in my palm and shivered. The strange electric current that travelled between my legs when I held my breasts was so exciting.
As I looked at my pale pink nipples, I saw the lipstick tube and applied some lightly on my lips. The dark red lips and the pale pink nipples on my budding girlish body was so pleasing to the eye.
As I dreamed, the door banged open. My mother came in and stared at me. The flames that grew in her eyes were scary. As I shivered, she came close to me- slapped me hard on the cheeks. She forcefully rubbed her hands on my mouth. The reddened cheek and the lipstick smeared mouth, sent her into a rage. She whispered “You slut !!”. She held me by my arm and started dragging me out. I grabbed at the dupatta and tried to wrap it around my upper body- to some extent.
My mother dragged me in front of my dad who was sitting in front of the TV. What she hadn’t been prepared for is my brother with another boy- a rich (low on morals) boy as well, sitting in the room. She pushed me in front of my day and spoke in low tones of me as a strumpet who was going to corrupt everyone. What she said enraged dad too. But what I saw, what she saw, to her shock, was not just anger in my father’s eyes. But a kindling lust as he stared at my hastily wrapped nudity, my red face, my bare arms. She turned away in shock and confusion, to see the faces of my brother and his young (and very handsome friend). The same look of lust on all their faces.
She caught hold of my arm and dragged me back into the room- she possibly imagined that I would drag the three men into an orgy then and there. She pushed me into the room and said “You little, cheap whore. Stay here, till I let you out”. I had dinner brought to me in the room and later in the evening, I heard whispering between the two – as my brother had gone away with his classmate. They were speaking of the little slut who would spoil the young man- the star. Therefore, I would need to be controlled.
That was the last of any experience of sexual awakening in my young life for a long time, except for one brief, very brief interlude. I was otherwise, the perfect celibate, the perfect virgin till my marriage when I was 19 years old. But before I get into marriage, let me narrate the brief excitement that I had as a young girl, before I retreated into the mental and sexual cage.
What I had experienced tll now as a safe haven, suddenly became my prison. Other than attending school, the only other place I had to go was the bedroom. This was the most intense studying period for my brother. His IIT JEE was only a few months away as was his 12th standard exams.
I only had my 9th standard exams and then, I wasn’t a star student and then I was a girl. My mother in a relatively good mood would lecture to me “He is a boy. His intelligence is his salvation. You are a girl. Your virginity is your salvation. As a man, he needs to get a good job. As a girl, you need to get a good husband”. Funny thing is, I believed her.
When my brother was not at home, she let me sit in the living room and watch television. We used to watch Doordarshan, unlike my friends who used to talk of things like cable TV. My mother also thought that watching movies was immoral. So I watched the news sometimes.
She was also not letting me stay outside the room if my father was outside. It was like a true prison. I got to think and dream a lot. I dreamt that somebody would come riding on a silver horse and take me away from this prison.
Six months is a long period in the life of a young girl. How long would my dreams be sustained on the expectation of the knight who would never come. I saw my mother almost every waking moment outside of school and even the mirror did not give any pleasure anymore.
School was a tough one. My uniform was a dress that covered my entire body. My hair was oily and smelt of stale coconut oil. No wonder nobody really wanted to be friends with me.
Six months plodded by and fame to an end. My brother got the much desired IIT seat. My mother was sure that my not being a source of distraction was one reason for his success. Anyway in the middle of his success, my very existence was forgotten. My potential to corrupt his young manhood too, was forgotten.
There was now a problem. My brother had to be admitted to college, which meant having to be away from home. My parents had to accompany him on his journey of glory. But what to do about me! I could not be taken on a train journey where there were so many young men. On the other hand, I could not be left alone. A real dilemma.
The situation reassured my mother that I was a true burden. At 18 my brother was off to conquer the world. Three years younger, I was simply a burdensome girl.
That was the moment for Sudha auntie. My mother’s sister. Married to an artiste. A love marriage. She sang and danced too. My mother was ashamed to call her a sister. I rarely met her. But extraordinary times meant extraordinary decisions.
Sudha lived in the same city, but at quite some distance from our house. Mother had a chat on the telephone with her sister. I was to spend the week with Sudha auntie, when my parents would go to drop off my brother. Mother took me there by a rickshaw. The house was much bigger than ours.
All the way, mother chewed my brains. Told me to keep my shame, chastity and not become corrupt like her sister. At the house, she stayed for two minutes, stuffed my bag into my arms and said byte to her sister. Did not say bye to me at all.
Sudha auntie, looked at me strangely. She did not seem a very nice person. At least she did not appear judgmental. She took me in and told me where my room was- I had my own room.
This was the stage where a young girl would first he introduced to infatuation, lust and the pain of being separated from the object of a young girl’s desire.
Sudha auntie, looked at me strangely. She did not seem a very nice person. At least she did not appear judgmental. She took me in and told me where my room was- I had my own room.
This was the stage where a young girl would first he introduced to infatuation, lust and the pain of being separated from the object of a young girl’s desire.
It was a four-bedroom flat. It was huge- by the standards of housing I had experienced till now.
I was determined to make the best of my stay here- till I returned to my 2-bedroom prison, or actually my one-bedroom prison.
The room that was to be mine was a tiny one at the end of a corridor. Although it was titchy in size, it was a very comfortable one. A nice double bed, pink wall paint and a window that looked out onto the park in the centre of the apartment block. It was a flat on the 15th floor- so the view was great and the air was clean- couple of things I had never really experienced in my short life.
There was a 22-inch TV and cable connection. That was mean- now I would know how my heart would break when I had to leave. It was 2000 AD and I was going to have my fill of watching TV. I could watch things like Friends which my schoolmates kept yakking about.
I could watch Hindi serials and I could possibly watch that new wonder that everyone was talking of Hrithik Roshan and his new movie. I had seen Hrithik on posters on walls and each time I saw him, I felt a thrill that passed through my nipples and seemed to end at the meeting of my thighs.
I sat on the soft bed. The dressing table was right opposite and I saw a compact, some face creams, nail varnish and joy oh joy- a lipstick tube. I wondered if I could pinch all of this and take the stuff home with me. I could possibly use it with stealth.
I saw a door next to the dressing table and opened it. I could not believe my eyes. It was an attached bathroom. I have never even in my wildest dreams thought such things could happen. I went and explored. It was a tiny room and so not much to explore.
It had a shower head and a toilet. Nothing much- but far superior to the tap, bucket and mug bathroom at home. Also the door of the bathroom seemed to lock. Great.
I came out and shed my heavy kurta with long sleeves, my heavy salwar pajamas. I then unhooked my grey cotton bra and took off my grey granny knickers. It had been ages since I had even been naked- my mother insisted that I wash myself with my bra and knickers on. I was scared that if I did otherwise, she might even come to supervise my bathing, taking away the little privacy I had.
I rushed to the bathroom and stood under the shower- stood naked under the shower and turned it on. There was a blast of cold water that gushed forth. The icy blast hit my tender nipples and I experienced pebbling of nipples for an intense first time in my life. Water had almost never ever touched my nipples directly.
As the icy blast hit my nipples I gasped. There was an electric thrill that seemed to start flowing in my young tender breasts. The pale pink nipples turned red and the electric thrill flowed downwards and pooled at my navel.
A warm puddle gathered at my stomach, when suddenly the shower turned warm and then steaming hot. The blast of hot water hit my puckered nipples which now blossomed and turned a deep red. As the hot water flowed down from the summit of my budding breasts, the warmth in my stomach turned to fire.
The water flowed down and touched the soft curly hair at the top of my cunt. For the first time in my life, I touched my count, without the fear of the door opening suddenly. The fire in my belly was flowing like a river of lava down towards my cont.
I gently ran my finger along the entire length of my count slit. The softness of the slit was intoxication in itself. My finger felt like it was aflame. I rubbed the tip of my finger back upwards.
As the slit ended, my finger encountered a hard bud at the top end of my cont. Touching it was like an electric shock. I wanted to continue to rub my cunt slit, but my finger also wanted to keep petting the hard bud. So my other hand slipped down.
The thumb of my right hand massaged the cunt bud while the index finger of the left hand rubbed my cont. The fingers slipped in.
The velvet like wetness that now surrounded the index and middle fingers of the left hand was dragging me on. My fingers slipped in and out, while the thumb of the other hand kept rubbing my count bud.
A fire was growing inside me. The water was making the count bud wet and the count was getting wetter. My mouth was becoming dry, my breasts were heaving, my nipples were aching.
My hands though were not willing to let go of my smooth and wet cont. My hands were on fire. My fingers were rubbing my count and going in and out. I wanted my fingers not to stop the rubbing, but at the same time I wanted something bigger and harder in place of my fingers, going in and out rubbing my cont.
As I imagined something bigger and harder in the place of my fingers, I gasped. The dam broke. I was taken on the wings of fire and I exploded into a million birs as I came and came. The first orgasm of a teenage girl. I kept sobbing to myself. My eyes full of water, my mouth dry, my young body on fire and my count exploding into a million pieces. I did not want it to stop……
The shower of hot water on my tender nipples, the wave of heat that escaped my body and the trickle of fluid from my cunt all happened at the same time. My first orgasm- an experience that I would remember all my love fe, had happened in response to my discovering the l assure of my own body.
I had not been fantasising about any handsome hunk, as my fingers had rubbed my cunt and massaged my clit.
I had not been imagining myself in my hero’s arms as the wave had built. I had not imagined myself riding his hard cock, as I had climaxed. In fact I had yet to learn that these things happened.
My first orgasm was in response to my own body realising my own lush and soft body and the treats of my warm tits and wet and tight cunt.
As I climaxed, I collapsed and sat down in the shower booth. Tired and drained. Excited and happy as well. I knew I had experienced something great. I also had a feeling that this would lead to some more great experiences, but did not know what they were.
I gained energy to get up after about ten minutes of sitting under the shower, which trickled and stopped. I pulled a towel from the shelf. It was soft and fluffy. Not at all like the harsh rags we had at home.
While I was tired and my body was drained of all energy, my adolescent body was full of fire. The fire that had been lit, would not go out under a shower. I staggered out of the bathroom and sat on the bed.
The soft and fluffy towel that was wrapped loosely around my body fell apart, partially. The upper part covering my breasts fell open while the lower end covering my cunt stayed closed.
A cold breeze wafted over my nipples, from the ac. I shivered and involuntarily raised my hands to cover my breasts. As my fingers touched my nipples, I started feeling hot and bothered again. The fluffy towel was gently tickling my cunt, making me feel hotter and wetter.
I pulled at my nipples. They grew harder and longer. I used my right hand fingers to tug at my right nipple and with my left hand, I squeezed my left breast. First a gentle squeeze and later harder and then harder. I bent my neck and gently raised up my breasts and looked at the nipples.
The nipples, which were usually pink and soft, we're now hard, long and deep brown. I put my tongue out and tried to lick my nipples. One swipe of my tongue and they were on fire. But I knew this was not enough. I somehow knew that the nipples were made for a man’s lips to kiss and to be bitten by a man’s teeth.
I fell back on the bed. Something hard struck my back. I looked and saw a television remote. It was like seeing gold dust. I had never ever touched a tv remote. Even watching doordarshan at home, the remote was never in my hands.
I switched it on and the channel on was one of movie songs. By some miracle, the song on was from the super hit of last year “Kaho na pyaar hain”. I drew closer to the screen and watched the most handsome man in the world, Hrithik, dance away.
As I watched, the slow fire in my belly started once again. My cunt started itching and a slow wet feeling grew in my cunt. My fingers trailed to my cunt once again and the towel fell apart.
I sat naked on the bed and watched the hunk on screen. My right hand travelled to my clit and squeezed it. The pressure on my clit and the pleasure for my eyes were such a strange combination.
As the hunk danced in his sleeveless vest, I imagined his arms around me, covering my cold body with his hot muscled body. As my left hand squeezed my breasts, I imagined his hands on my breasts. As the wafts of breeze tickled my nipples, I imagined that it was the curly hairs on his chest that was ticking my nipples.
I tried my best to lick my nipples and tugged at them with my left hand.
At that moment, the hunk on the screen thrust his crotch out in a dance move. I knew then that the pelvic thrust could bring great pleasure and my fingers dug in deeper into my cunt.
As I watched the hunk, my cunt was becoming like a volcano. About to erupt. There was no gentleness in the way my fingers were digging into my cunt. As the hunk danced, I wanted his body to dance on my body, taking me to heaven.
As my fingers dug deeper, I knew that my slender fingers were not enough. My cunt needed something bigger, more substantial and harder to invade my cunt. I did not want gentle tuggings, I wanted a harder motion. I wanted something hard and big to pound my cunt.
I felt something smooth and hard. The tv remote. I took it close to my cunt lips and gently pressed one tip to my cunt. It was clearly too big for my tiny cunt. But I was gone too far. I pressed one tip a little deeper.
The sense of having something hard, smooth and big at the entrance of my cunt and even entering in a little deeper was the greatest sensation of my life. My thumb pressed against my clit and the to remote was a little bit inside my cunt.
My other hand tugged my nipples and my eyes watched a nearly shirtless Hrithik. The wave swept up and threw me over to the other side. I exploded as my cunt melted into hot lava and I had to bite my tongue to stop screaming.
My cunt dripped and dripped around the remote and I sobbed out the name of Hrithik as I experienced my second orgasm of my life.
The first one had taught me that pleasure to myself was the key to enjoyment. The second one showed me that a handsome man could also give me the same pleasure and release.
I fell back weak and satisfied, on the bed. Drained of all energy and on the journey of understanding what my female body wanted and deserved.
When I came back to awareness, I felt completely exhausted, yet still fully alive and wanting more. My thighs felt sticky and my breasts felt lighter. I sat up groggily and saw myself in the mirror.
My nipples had gone back to being soft and pink. My hands were still shaking with excitement but my mind was at peace. In the deepest part of mind though, I knew that I wanted more and I knew I would get more.
I got up and looked at my clothes. I pulled on the clean kurta that my mother had packed. It was two sizes bigger than what I needed and came down to my knees in a splash of coarse cotton.
I decided to do two things. Go without the big white bra that I wore all the time and not to wear the leggings of my salwar. I left my hair loose- all wet and tangled. In my mind I thought I looked like a seductress. In reality, thinking back, I must have looked like a wild girl with oily hair and a partially cleaned body.
I stepped out. It was a slightly funny house. My room was the end of a corridor. It looked slightly funnel shaped, with the corridor becoming wider opposite the door of my room and really narrow, at the other end.
Just beyond the narrow end was another door leading to another room and just off the corridor was the living room.
I gently walked towards the living room. Just as I passed the other door, the door opened suddenly and standing before me, blocking my way, was a big hunk. The kind that drops down from dreamland to fuck women.
The light from the room streamed onto the corridor and he stood there. Towering over me, his shoulders taking up the entire corridor. His hard chest was naked and he wore jogging pants that were dangerously slung low.
As my eyes wandered over that broad expanse of ripped muscles, with disappointment that the low slung jogging pants covered what I was really curious about, I could feel his cool and curious gaze travel over me.
I looked into his face. The handsome hunk had a dimpled smile and chuckled at me. He came close to me and I saw that his chest was wet. Wet and sweaty. As if he had done something strenuous and hard.
That is when it hit me. The raw smell of his maleness mixed with something more alluring. It was the smell of sex. The smell of animal sex. The smell of sex that had happened as hard and raw pounding of cunt by cock.
The smell came off his body as the sweat dripped off him. He was pure male heaven….sex on legs….made for womankind.
He came close to me and stood in front of me. His naked chest was at the level of my eyes. As he stood a few inches away from me…..the intoxicating smell of sex rising from him. There were fine hairs around his nipples, which were small and pointy. His chest was smooth and looked so hard that I looked down at
the jogging pants were slung low and I saw a bulge that seemed to grow. My nipples which had gone soft, now became hard and aching.
He put his hands on my shoulder and I jerked forward. My belly pressed against his crotch and the bulge pressed against mine. My cunt exploded once again. My head pressed against his sweaty shoulder and he bent his head.
His burning lips pressed against my neck and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be fucked by this desirable male. I did not know who he was. I thought he was Sudha auntie’s husband, but he seemed so much younger than her. He did not seem more than 25 years old. I knew for a fact that she was 2 years younger than my mother and about 40 years old.
I also knew that she had married an older man and suddenly my parents had broken off all relations with her a couple of years ago. So who was this young man walking about in my auntie’s house, half naked and smelling of hard and raw sex!
He suddenly pulled away from me and gently pushed open the door fully. He pushed my face in the direction of the room and silently stalked away.
If my cunt was creaming by this time, what I saw in the room make my pussy drool juices.
I first saw my auntie sleeping in the room on the double bed. The placing of the bed made it hard to see her fully. All I could see was her naked upper body. Her beautiful breasts were standing out proudly and her deep red nipples were like red roses. I could see white stains on her breasts and down on her flat tummy.
She was lying on her side facing the door with her eyes closed. I thought she was sleeping. Then suddenly a hairy arm emerged from behind her and pressed one of her breasts. She smiled and with her eyes closed turned to lie on her back.
The hairy arm squeezed her breasts and a male face emerged to kiss the side of her neck and my gaze went down her body to see another hairy arm on her belly and a hand at her cunt.
The male by her side moved to cover her body with his. I looked at his face again. I was confused. He looked just like the hunk who had just walked out, only much much younger. Closer to 18 years.
Also if the man had just had sex and had walked out, why was there another man in the room. What was my auntie up to. She had started to moan and I couldn't bear to be there. I rushed out to the living room.
What I saw there made me stop. I did not know where to go. Back to watch the ducking that was about to commence or stay here in the living room.
The hunk was sitting with a bowl of porridge in one hand. His right hand was stroking his cock, which was out of his jogging pants. It seemed semi hard and still looked so big. I did not know what to do.
The hunk pushed the cock inside his pants. Smiled at me and patted the space next to him on the sofa, inviting me to sit next to him.
The hunk pushed the cock inside his pants. Smiled at me and patted the space next to him on the sofa, inviting me to sit next to him.
I walked slowly towards the sofa and stood near him. It was a large but single sofa. I would either have to sit very close to him or even in his lap. I did not know what to do. So I simply stood there.
He placed the bowl of porridge on the coffee table opposite and stood up. The six feet of delicious hard muscles stood opposite my five foot four of soft girlish beauty. It did not help that he was in a jogging pant that was dangerously low on his hips with his chiselled chest naked.
My nipples were now hard as pebbles and poking through my kurta. Bad idea not to worn a bra. But I wanted to know how he would react. He lifted me in his arms. For the first time in the arms of a male, a young male, a young and handsome male. A young handsome male who was half naked and smelling of sex. I fainted.
When I came to my senses, a few moments later, I was sitting in a corner of the huge single seater, leaning against the arm rest. He was sitting right next to me, my legs were on his thighs and he grinned at me.
His sweaty chest was right next to my hard nipples in the harsh cotton kurta. He could easily see that was aroused. He leaned forward and opened his mouth. I thought he would fuck me. At least kiss me.
All he did was ask, “ Are you hungry?” I was hungry for hot hard cock. But at his question, my hungry tummy growled. I hadn't eaten for some time now.
He leaned and picked up the bowl of porridge and looked at me. I could not take my eyes off his face. He took a spoonful of porridge and brought it close to my mouth. His fingers, holding the spoon were a few inches from my mouth. The porridge smelt heavenly as he fed it to me. The taste of honey, cinnamon and oats- all strange tastes at that time, was like heaven.
Delicious as the warm porridge was, I really wanted to lick his fingers, rather than the spoon. As I swallowed the first spoonful, he fed me another spoon. As I mulled over the tastes of the porridge, he smiled and took a spoonful himself. He kept the spoon in his mouth for a few moments.
Then he licked the spoon and took another bit of porridge and fed me. The taste of his saliva mixed with the porridge released another warm trickle from my cunt. Bad idea, not to have worn panties. The wet spot was becoming visible.
I bent down to blush. My eyes went to his bulge. It was a really big bulge. Had I made him hard, I wondered. Or was the kind of man who was always hard. I was so naïve and stupid. I didn't know anything.
He continued to feed me as well as ate of the same spoon himself. He had fed me his saliva and had eaten my saliva too. The thought really aroused me and I twisted a bit and moaned.
He looked in surprise at the moan and his hand shook. A spot of porridge fell on his chest. I looked at the spot of porridge. White spot of creamy porridge on his brown muscled chest.
He grinned at my staring face and said “ Go on babe. Touch me. I won't bite”. The very thought of touching that hard and naked chest was so attractive. But I was getting a bit tired of the hunk being a bit patronising. Yes I was a naïve girl. But I had a woman’s instinct.
I bent and moved my mouth towards the spot of porridge. I pressed my lips to that hard chest and flicked my tongue out and licked the porridge. Along with it, I also licked the sweat on his chest as well as inhaled deeply the aroma of sex on his body.
I would have sold my soul to have him fuck me right then and there.
The young man took a sharp breath, as my fingers made contact with his chest. I could not contain myself and my hands started wandering in the ridges and planes of his naked male body.
As I touched him, the more I wanted to be fucked by him.
I did not know the actual mechanics of the love game. I had no idea of what actually would happen, how it would start and where it would go. But I knew I wanted to get fucked by him.
He chuckled and said “ You little bitch. You are in a big hurry”. I looked up at his handsome face. He grinned and said “ Wait darling. You are too young for this. “I was not not only hot and bothered, but angry too.
I would show him who was too young. But I did not know how and what to show him. I leaned back. My kurta was wet and sweaty. My tiny and stiff nipples were clearly outlined by the wet cloth. He stared at the outline of my nipples and took a sharp breath in. He muttered “ fuck me” under his breath.
He looked straight in my eye and said, “ You want it really bad, don't you?” I nodded yes. He then said, “ You are a hot little chick. You will grow up to be a sexy babe. “ I did not care for compliments. All I knew is I wanted him then and there. He hesitated still. I wanted him.
I knew that I was past age of consent or was I. I knew in a months time in September 2003, I would turn 16 years. My spirits nosedived. I knew the hunk was sexy but also smart. He wouldn't do anyone my age. Why would he, when he could get all the legal pussy he wanted.
His naked chest under my wandering fingers and my nipples under his burning gaze, still made me hot and wanting to get fucked by him. But the chances were falling. He took a look at my fallen face and said” Hey babe, wait a little longer. I swear, it will be worth it”.
But he did have consolation prize for me. He pulled me into his lap and as I sat facing him and my legs straddled his waist, he bent his neck and brought his lips close to mine. His tongue darted out and touched my lips. His hot lips covered my mouth and he ground his lips against mine.
It was no delicate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and massaged my tongue. His lips sucked my tongue and the strength and raw power was a promise of the fucking he could give me. I ground my ass to his crotch and felt him growing harder and harder as he kissed me raw.
But he did have consolation prize for me. He pulled me into his lap and as I sat facing him and my legs straddled his waist, he bent his neck and brought his lips close to mine. His tongue darted out and touched my lips. His hot lips covered my mouth and he ground his lips against mine.
It was no delicate kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and massaged my tongue. His lips sucked my tongue and the strength and raw power was a promise of the fucking he could give me. I ground my ass to his crotch and felt him growing harder and harder as he kissed me raw.
The alternating nips on my lips, the massaging of my tongue with his, then his lips sucking my tongue. This hunk could kiss…..looking back, that kiss will stay with me the rest of my life.
The first time I had touched a man intimately and the first time a man had touched me. The intensity of the first time, when my body had made contact with every part of the hunk…….fuck….it was actually better than fucking. The intensity of touch and the headiness of adolescence. I have never experienced such intensity again.
As his lips kissed me and his tongue explored my mouth, I held on to his muscled shoulders and instinctively grinded my ass against his crotch. As he kissed my mouth, I felt something hard expanding in between my ass cheeks and growing towards my cunt opening.
I peeped down. His cock was hard and the head of his cock had escaped the confinement of his jogging pants and was looking out.
While the kiss as good, I needed to introduce that mouth to other parts of my body. I wanted to be introduced to this their arts of the body. His hands which were at my waist needed to be in my their places.
I had to force myself to cut short his gentle and insistent assault on my mouth. I leaned back and arched my back. My hands were now on his abs and my ripe and small breasts were hanging in front of him. They were still in the kurta, but the sweat had made them stick to the kurta and the hard nipples were clearly visible.
He said “ You little bitch. You want it badly don't you? You want that tight little pussy to be hammered by my cock. “. I nodded yes. My mouth was too dry to make any response.
I bent forwards and fed him my nipples. One hand of his came up and pinched a nipple. He bent and took another nipple in his between his teeth. His hand and his teen teased my nipples.
I lost control and bucked like a wild horse, grinding my ass on his big and hard cock. His cockhead was at the entrance of my cunt. I had to put it in.
As his teeth gently nipped my nipple , my hand slid between us and went down the ridges of his abs and touched his cock.
The bite suddenly went from a gentle nip to a violent tug on my nipple. I looked up and saw his face change. It was so full of pain. I thought I had hurt him.
As he rolled his face and shut his eyes tight, he shouted “ Fuck you bitch. Fuck…fuck me..what are you doing to me, you little cunt”. Although I feared that I was hurting him, I never let go.
His cock suddenly spasmed and a hot and sticky feeling engulfed my hand. I thought he was bleeding and looked down between us. On his abs, on my hand and all over my kurta, was a whitish and creamy fluid.
His shouts were now soft moans. Both his hands were gently squeezing my breasts and his cock continued to spew the cream on my kurta and into my hands.
A couple of minutes later, his hands wound around my waist and he set me on my he sofa, stood up, shook his head as he could not believe it and walked to the other door and the third room in the house. All the time muttering, “ fuck….what was that…fuck…”
As he left, I heard a soft chuckle. It was another hunk. The younger one, whom I had seen in bed with auntie Sudha. He was wearing a tight thong kind of thing and was naked otherwise.
He threw himself on the sofa next to me and said, “ who the fuck are you? You must be a real sexy bitch. That kind of thing has never happened to Varun. “ So that was the hunk’ name. Varun. It had a sexy feel to it.
The second hunk said, laughing, “ Varun always thought he was the stud. Always in control of things. You must be fucking something, if you could make him give up his control”
He then put his hand forward and said “ I am Ankit and I wouldn't mind fucking you, if you will have me and my cock”. He was simply irresistible in his charm. But I wanted Varun. Nothing but Varun at that moment.
I did not take his hand, as my right hand was soaked in the cream from Varun. I took my hand to my nose and inhaled deeply. It was an intoxicating musk.
I gently licked a drop hanging from the tip of my finger. Umm, all kinds of flavours. Honey, cinnamon, salt and citrus. A waft of sandalwood and a dash of orange. Now I know I was simply being imaginative. But at that moment. It felt like I had the ambrosia of gods in my hand.
I licked gently and then I licked hard and then sucked each finger to relish and swallow every drop of Varun’s cream.
I heard a loud moan.i looked up to see Ankit had dropped his thong and was furiously stroking his cock. The cock was as big as Varun's, if not bigger. He kept muttering about how he wanted to stick that cock in the tight cunt of the little sexy babe sting in front of hi. He spoke of how he would fuck her mouth then her small tits and then plunge his cock into the tight cunt till she begged for mercy.
As he imagined fucking me, I imagined being fucked by Varun. As I ate Varun's cream, I saw Ankit jerking if and soon he was cumming ropes of cream on his abs and chest, shouting out “ Fuck you little bitch…fuck you”.
As he collapsed after cumming, I heard a gentle laugh. My auntie Sudha stood there naked. She came close to me and said “ You are something. I never imagined this in her daughter. You have made both my studs come, just looking at you. It has never happened before”.
My head reeled. My sexual attraction and this thing of the two studs of my auntie. What the fuck was going on?
I licked gently and then I licked hard and then sucked each finger to relish and swallow every drop of Varun’s cream.
I heard a loud moan.i looked up to see Ankit had dropped his thing and was furiously stroking his cock. The cock was as big as Varun's, if not bigger. He kept muttering about how he wanted to stick that cock in the tight cunt of the little sexy babe sting in front of hi. He spoke of how he would fuck her mouth then her small tits and then plunge his cock into the tight cunt till she begged for mercy.
As he imagined fucking me, I imagined being fucked by Varun. As I ate Varun's cream, I saw Ankit jerking if and soon he was cumming ropes of cream on his abs and chest, shouting out “ Fuck you little bitch…fuck you”.
As he collapsed after cumming, I heard a gentle laugh. My auntie Sudha stood there naked. She came close to me and said “ You are something. I never imagined this in her daughter. You have made both my studs come, just looking at you. It has never happened before”.
My head reeled. My sexual attraction and this thing of the two studs of my auntie. What the fuck was going on?
Sudha auntie stood in front of me. She was a really lovely looking woman. She looked a lot younger than the 35 years or so that she was. She had a very pretty face with eyes that sparkled with humour and curiosity. High cheekbones and a dainty nose.
A full mouth meant for sucking cock and pretty little teeth to nibble at balls. She was just as tall as me but bigger in every department. She was a little darker than me in complexion. She was caramel to my cream.
She was wearing a large t shirt which was so out of size for her, that it had to be the t shirt of one of the big hunks I had just met.
The t shirt came down to the middle of her thighs.
Even the large t shirt had a difficulty in containing what we're obviously very large breasts. They were straining at the t shirt as was her fairly wide hips.
This was in contrast to my smallish breasts and slim hips. She stood in front of me with a curious smile. “ Are you really my sister’s daughter” she said. “ How could such a hot- to-trot little bitch be born to my cold as an iceberg sister”. She continued “ Having said that, I like horny little slut more than refrigerator woman”.
She chuckled and turned towards Ankit, who was sitting near me, but at a slight angle to me. As she saw that naked and ripped make body, with the ropes of cum on his chest and abs, after his jerking off to me……I saw the glint of lust in her eyes.
She turned to me and said “ My darling little bitch, I will get back to you. I have a little unfinished business right now”
She kneeled in between Ankit and me, facing him and started licking up the ropes of cum. She started at the strand the went from his navel to his right nipple, slowly eating up the cum and licking the abs and going up to his hard and muscled chest.
Then she licked up the second strand and then the third and her tongue flicked all over his sexy body eating up his cum.
Ankit, slipped his hand down and tried to touch her cunt. As he did this, the t shirt was tight over here highs and so she pulled it up to expose her cunt to his searching fingers.
Her cunt was smooth and the cunt lips were dark red. Unlike my pink cunt with the fuzz of light hair.
She then kneeled further and started licking his thighs and as she did this she splayed her thighs wide. I could see whitish stains on her thighs from the cum that was dripping down her cunt. The cunt itself was fairly wet and I could see cum still slowly dripping down, showing that she had fucked just a little while ago.
She turned around and came to me. Ankit’s cum was still dripping down her mouth. She came close to me and put her lips over mine. As I opened my mouth, she let his fresh cum flow from her mouth into mine, without actually touching my lips with hers.
As we swapped cum from her mouth to mine, I wanted to reach out and let her tongue enter my mouth and have her lips seal my lips.
But she drew away, letting me savour the cum of Ankit. Unlike Varun's cum, Ankit’s cum had a harder and harsher taste. It was less vanilla and more dangerous and exciting. I wanted to get fucked everywhere by this exciting hunk. But I still wanted my first to be Varun's cock.
As Sudha auntee drew away from me. I saw Ankit’s hand snake out and grab her waist. He drew her towards him and as she sat on his lap, she arched back and ground her ass on his cock. She then lifted up her ass and I saw….
I saw his cock, big hard and ready once again. When she now tried to lower her ass, he held the ass cheeks firmly, and placed the cunt just above his cock head.
He then pulled her down hard and his entire huge cock, went completely in. He held her fast in that position. Her ass jutting out and touching his hard hips. His hands on her hips holding her down and his hard cock fully sunk in her cunt.
Then his arm came forward to hold her waist and his other hand swiftly pulled the t shirt up and released those huge baubles. They were creamy white with dark brown nipples that were jutting out. The free hand pulled hard at one nipple after the other.
He then looked at me and patted the seat right next to him. I went and sat next to him. He released his hold over Sudha’s waist and held my face.
He came close and looked into my eyes. I closed my eyes, expecting his mouth to cover mine and his tongue to enter my mouth.
Instead. I felt a sharp tug on my right nipple. The hunk had leaned down and big sharply on my nipple through my kurta. I moaned out loud” Aaah Varun, bite me hard”. The fact that I was calling out the other hunk’s name aroused Ankit. He chuckled and said” You little slut, you really have the hots for him”.
As he said this, he had slowly pulled out of Sudha’s cunt and then forcefully driven in again. He had reattached his teeth to my nipple and bit hard as he fucked my auntie.
She then took over and started riding him, mounted as she was on his monster cock in reverse cowgirl fashion.
She bucked up and down the eight inches. She howled “ Ankit, you never go soft when you are with me. “ He moaned “ Fuck…..yes bitch. You never have enough of me”. He then turned to me and said “ Now there is another hot little slut waiting for my cock”.
Auntie bent and slapped his thighs hard. She screamed and said” You dirty fucker…..satisfy my cunt and then turn to my niece’s cunt….fuck me…fuck me hard”.
Ankit grinned and said, “ So this is your niece. Nice. A niece- auntie sandwich will be new one for me”. He looked at me and winked. He said to me, “ Will that be good for you, little chick. Getting fucked by me as soon as I finish fucking your aunt?” He added, “ why don't you take off your stupid kurta and get naked. Ready to take my cock in your tight little hole, as soon as I am done with your aunt”.
I followed his demand and became naked for him. All the time, however, I was yearning for Varun’s mouth, Varun’s cock and Varun’s fucking.
I sat down naked next to him. Sudha was still riding his cock like a mad banshee, howling that his cock belonged only to him. He was calm as fuck, sitting next to the howling aunt and randy niece.
He slipped his hand to the front and massaged her clit. The frothing juices , he collected from her cunt and brought to my mouth. I licked them off his fingers.
I could taste Varun’s vanilla and orange flavours as well as Ankit’s exciting dark chocolate and brandy. In addition there was a darker and more dangerous, indescribable taste of my aunt. The concoction was so intoxicating that I screamed loudly.
Ankit then shifted his hand from Sudha’s clit to mine. He pinched my clit and teased my cunt lips with his finger. That contact with the male hand brought me to the edge. He bent down and bit my nipple. That pushed me over the edge.
As I sank in the whirlpool, I screamed “ Fuck me Varun…..fuck me with your lovely cock. I am all yours to fuck and use. Fuck me Varun……fuck me….make me your slut….I want to be your bitch forever…..make me your whore and use me as you please…..”
That screaming set off Sudha's orgasm and then Ankit's, who in turn howled and roared their releases. As they did this, I closed my eyes. I felt hot scaling liquid fall on my tits.
I opened my eyes. Varun was standing naked in front of me. Jerking his monster cock and cumming on my tots and face.
As I recovered and tried standing on my unsteady feet, he softly pushed me down down to the sofa, groaned “ You little bitch….what are you doing to me”. He then turned around and stalked out of the room, once again.
As I sat down, unsure of anything. I saw Sudha also rise up and walk out naked, following Varun.
Ankit alone sat down and pulled me to his arms. He then said, holding me tight with my tits crushed by his hard chest “ I will make sure you get Varun’s cock and get enough of it.” He grinned and added “ That is only because, I want to have you cunt and tits and mouth for some hard fucking by myself”.
I couldn't agree more. Once I had got my Varun, I would be happy for some hardcore fucking by Ankit and more hunks after that. Life was beginning to look up.
Ankit alone sat down and pulled me to his arms. He then said, holding me tight with my tits crushed by his hard chest “ I will make sure you get Varun’s cock and get enough of it.” He grinned and added “ That is only because, I want to have you cunt and tits and mouth for some hard fucking by myself”.
I couldn't agree more. Once I had got my Varun, I would be happy for some hardcore fucking by Ankit and more hunks after that. Life was beginning to look up.
I sat down a bit stunned, when Ankit too rose up and walked out. I touched my breasts and felt Varun’s male cream on my body. I rubbed it well into my skin, as if that was one way of getting him deep into myself. When all that cum had been massaged into my tits and belly skin, I stopped.
I lay down naked on the soft sofa. The bath, the light meal of porridge, the cum of two hunks in my bellyache the orgasms and above all the touch and presence of two hunks, sedated me and I felt sleepy and drowsy. I fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was dark outside. I had a soft blanket covering me and the house was silent.
I stood up. I felt quite clear and alert. I was still naked underneath the blanket. I wrapped it around me, in an awkward fashion. I walked to the door. The living room beyond the room we had fucked in was bright and so was the kitchen beyond the living room.
I walked towards the kitchen.
There was someone in there. It was a strange figure. Average height, a bit portly in figure and short hair. The person was wearing a nightgown like most middle aged women do in Indian towns.
I thought it must be the maid and coughed to attract her attention.When the figure turned, I had a shock.
It was a middle aged man in the woman’s nightgown. He smiled at me and said “ Are you Sudha’s niece ?” I nodded yes.
He came close to me and said it had been ages since I had seen him and hence did not recognise him. He was Sudha auntie’s husband.
He was older than her and was some kind of a senior government official. He had married Sudha to help her family in some financial trouble, was all I knew. We never had great relations and for past few years, all relations had been broken till my current visit.
Uncle came close to me and looked at me. He said “ You are such a pretty girl”. Then he asked “ Have they seen you?” I asked “ Who?”.
He looked about and said, “ Wohi…..bade Lundwale” ( Those..with big cocks). I knew he meant Varun and Ankit. I nodded yes.
He came towards me with great interest and asked “ Have they done it?”. I knew they had done things but not IT. So I said no.
He then said “ Baby, can you do me a favour”. I asked what he wanted. He said “ Can I watch, when they do it?”. I was stunned.
The blanket fell from me. He picked it up and gently wrapped it nicely around me. No sense of lust when he did it. It was more like a nurse.
A sharp slap sound and I looked to see auntie Sudha hot uncle on his arm sharply. He yelped and stepped back. She glared at him and asked what he was doing with me.
He bent his head and said he was not doing anything. One more slap, this time on his face, he became tearful and said “ I was only asking if they had did it to me” One more slap, this time on the back of his head, he said “ I asked if I could watch when they did it to me”.
Auntie burst out laughing and said” You asshole, all you can do is watch. What else are you capable of?”
“ OK, if I let you watch the bulls mount and fuck this little bitch, what will you give me?”. He was quiet. I looked at auntie. She said “ to watch that fuck fest, you will have to give me something solid. I will think and let you know”.
She added” Finish cooking fast. I am hungry”. She then brought me out to the living room. She was wearing a nice silk top and silk leggings, without a bra or panty. No underwear to mar the smooth lines of the expensive silk clothes.
She slipped the blanket from my body and I sat naked next to her. She drew me close and set her arms around my naked body. She kissed my nipples. As they stiffened she said, “ Don't worry. Nobody is going to do it to you soon”. Bad idea, I thought. All I really wanted was for Varun to do it to me now, not even soon.
As I looked down, there was a bit of a noise at the door. Ankit stood in a tight t shirt and ripped jeans. He winked at me cheekily and told auntie and me ” See you tomorrow bitches”.
Then Varun dropped in. He was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a hoodie zipped down to the middle of his chest. He wasn't wearing anything underneath. I felt so horny that I wanted to jump on him right there. He mumbled something and left.
Uncle brought in two cups of green tea and left us two alone.
I looked up at auntie for explanations.
She told me “ Darling, what do you think is the sweetest thing in the world”. “ Is it getting a hard pounding by your lover’s cock in the afternoon?”.
“ Or is it feeling his hard cock still stiff in your cunt as you watch your other teen lover pull on his clothes after having dumped his cum in your mouth?”
“ Or is the knowledge that your cunt and mouth will get the hard pounding everyday and every night by young lovers?”
“ Actually it is all of these, but the real sweetness comes when your husband brings in hot tea for you after all that rough and lovely fucking and asks if he can please watch the next time too?”.
I was stunned and confused. Sudha auntie then started telling me her story.