Reena is a 32 years old married woman. Her husband is an engineer in merchant navy and he comes home once for a month or two in a year. She is a college- teacher and also gives private tuitions in the evening to pass her time. She was sex-starved until last year and used to masturbate to satisfy her sexual desire.
Last year, She visited her friend (Nisha) of college days, who lives in Delhi. Nisha's husband is a doctor in UAE and she is a teacher like Reena. One day Reena accompanied Nisha to a ladies kitty-party where she was compelled to drink more than her usual capacity. When they reached home, Reena was not even able to stand properly. Nisha helped her reach the bedroom. She herself was little drunk but not as much as Reena. Reena flopped onto the bed without even removing her sandals. When she woke up after an hour or so, Reena was still intoxicated. She got up to change since she was still in her party clothes and high heels. But before that Reena heard sound coming from Nisha’s room. Reena peeked inside to find Nisha on the bed with her 29 years old servant, Ramesh. She was
shocked but she felt excited too as Reena did not have had sex for months. Her choot became wet. Reena returned to her room and started masturbating. She was just about to climax when Nisha walked into the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Reena’s boobs. “mujhe lagtaa hai tujhe kisi mard ki jarrorat hai…jo apne lunD se teri choot ki pyaas bujhAye.” Nisha said with a naughty smile, “Aise 16 saal ki kaliyo.n ki tarah kab tak haath yA mombatiyo.n se choot ko shaa.nt karti rahegi.”
She called in Ramesh. His eyes widened as he saw Reena in a state of undress. “mujhe chodne ke baad lunD mei.n kuch jaan baaki hai ki nahi.n…meri saheli ki choot bhi pyaasi hai” Nisha asked Ramesh. Her language further excited Reena. Nisha took hold of Ramesh’s lund and by the flick of her palm made him come alive. Reena was too hot and drunk to refuse. Her heart pulsate at the thought of what she was about to do. Spreading her legs, Ramesh positioned himself between them, rubbing his lund along her choot. "MMMMM," Reena moaned, stretching her arms up above her head.
Ramesh leaned in, pushing his lund all the way into her as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Reena reached down, grabbing his muscular ass as he ground into her. He nibbled at her tits and ran his hand up her body. Splaying her legs wide, Ramesh continued to fuck Reena as he lay on top of her. Reena closed her eyes and accepted his fucking with wanton lust. He was pushing her legs wide as his thick lund slid in and out of her choot. Then, grabbing her by the ankles, Ramesh pushed her legs up by her head. It hurt slightly, but Reena didn't even care. Reena had a hard lund in her choot and that's all that mattered.
"tujhe choodAne mein bahut mazaa aa rahaa hai, nahi.n kyA? Nisha said rubbing her boobs.
Reena moaned. " haa.n bahut mazaa aa rahA hai! Ramesh aur jor se chodo mujhe!" Ramesh obeyed, slamming his hips into her. Reena was surprised at her own words, but dismissed it, realizing that she was a little intoxicated. When he reached his climax, Reena became so wild that she passed out and didn’t regain consciousness until morning. The next morning, when Reena got up, Nisha came to her and they talked about previous night and her problem of sex starvation.
“yaar tu bhi hud karti hai (you are too much)…..patni vrata ban kar kab tak apne armaano.n kA galA gho.nTti rahegi (till when will you suppress your sexual desires for being a faithful wife). hamAre pati bhi jab paise kamAne ki dhun mei.n hamaara khayaal nahi.n karte tau hum kyo.n parwAh kare.n. (If our husbands don’t care about us due to their lust for money, why should we care)” Nisha said convincing Reena.
“dekh Reena, life mei.n sex bhi utnA hi jaroori hai jitne ki hawaa, paani, khaanA (See Reena, sex is as basic a need as food and water, and as natural as breathing). yeh mard tau biwi ka saath na hone par raanDo.n ke kotho.n par apni pyaas bujhA lete hai.n aur biwiyon se ummeed karte hai.n ki sati-savitri ban ne ki (These male-chauvinist husbands will go to prostitutes to satisfy their lust in absence of wives and will then expect wives to be faithful and pious).”
“Reena.. tu itni sundar or sexy hai ki jis mard ko ishArA kare voh apna lunD pakDe tere aage peeche ghoomta rahe….jab tak jawaani hai mauj kar lo…. mujhe dekh..main chudwAne kA koi maukA haath se jaane nahi.n deti. kitne hi mere college students mujhe chod kar khud ko dhanya maante hai.n. (Reena, you are so beautiful and sexy that any man’s cock you wish would become your slave….Enjoy while you are still sexy and youthful….Look at me… I don’t miss even a single opportunity to fuck. So many of my students in college feel grateful after fucking me)” She said. “tu bhi apne kisi student ko seduce kar le…(why don’t you also seduce one of your students)”
Nisha’s lecture changed Reena’s views altogether. Reena wondered why she had never thought of that before. Every moral and inhibition in her had melted away in the heat of her renewed passions. Back home in Bombay, Reena began her search for prospective guys from among her students in college and those who took tuitions from her. Reena began putting on revealing dresses during tuitions at her home and in college too. She would wear low cut blouses and saris below her navel. Reena started cracking double-meaning jokes while tutoring the students at her home. It was easier to seduce the students at home. Moreover, they were older than the students in her class at college. Reena found herself attracted towards a boy, Ankit, who was gorgeous hunk of masculinity at age of 17. He gave her many sleepless nights. For nearly two weeks Reena did not make move. Every night she ended up drinking and masturbating while thinking about him. Reena would sit for hours puffing cigarettes and make different plans to seduce him. She wanted him but did not have courage till she finally decide to go by bolder route.
One day Reena told him to come alone on Sunday, as he required some extra coaching. She had chosen Sunday because it was an off for other students. He said he goes to gym in afternoon on Sunday and that he would come directly from there in the evening.
Reena waited for him nervously. What pretense would she use to seduce him? Reena poured out a couple of stiff measures of gins, knocked them neat, and lit a cigarette. As the alcohol climbed, she felt warm under the collar and her hesitation was gone.
There was a knock at the door. Reena exhaled a lungful of smoke and ground the rest of the cigarette under her sandal before letting him in. She felt at least a decade younger as Reena watched him clad only in running shorts and T-shirt. Ankit, upon seeing that she was dressed in fancy salwar-suit with high-heeled sandals and nice make-up, hesitated.
"I'm sorry, Miss," he said, his eyes fixed on the jutting swell of her full rounded breasts, which were almost exposed through the low neckline of her salwar. "I didn't mean to come here while you were going out somewhere.”
"Nonsense. mai.n tumhAre hi bAre mei.n sauch rahi thi, (I was just thinking about you)" Reena said, smiling as sweetly as she could. Despite Ankit’s obvious wide-eyed wonderment, she was certain of the brassy glint of sexual interest in his eyes. “kuch piyoge (would you like something to drink) Ankit,…thumsup, 7up ?”
Reena could see that his cock had ballooned in his shorts ... and was getting larger even as she looked at it. "kyA baat hai (What's the matter)? tum aise dikh rahe ho jaise mai.n tumhen khA jaaoo.ngi, Ankit (You look like I'm going to eat you, Ankit)." Reena said in a throaty, sultry voice. Deliberately she let her gaze fall once again to the crotch of his shorts, and Reena couldn't help smiling as she saw Ankit squirm in embarrassment under her blatant scrutiny of the long, hard bulge that was straining the material of his shorts. Reena knew that he was in an agony of confusion and frustration. "mai.ne poochA , Ankit, kyA baat hai," Reena purred huskily. "kyA tumhei.n merA salwar-suit achhA nahi.n lagaa?"
The red-faced boy wordlessly shook his head. The torment he was experiencing apparent in his expression. “kyo.n, Ankit, kyA soch rahe ho jiski vajeh se yeh ho raha hai (Whatever are you thinking about to have that happen to you)?" ” Reena said in a mock reproof, pointing towards his bulge. “Miss, I…I…” he stuttered, “I’m sorry”. “mujhe bhi pata hai ki yeh kyA hai… (I know what it is, too) she whispered. “tumhArA lunD bahut sakht ho gayA hai, hai nA?” ("Your penis is very, very hard, isn't it?").
His expressions showed that he was too overwhelmed to speak, but Reena didn't give him a chance to think very much. Instead, she pressed her lips tightly against his. They kissed passionately, her arms circling him and drawing him against the softness of her sensual curves. His chest was pressed against her full, yielding breasts, and the luscious globes flattened as Reena held his body tightly against hers, her belly pressing against his.
Beyond this point, he took initiative like an experienced person although it was his first time. His hands massaged her back and his thighs pressed against hers. He leaned Reena back over the table and his tongue licked her neck down to her cleavage. His hands undid the hooks of her kurta. Soon he was pawing over her bra, pulling its cups down to release her large boobs.
He lowered his lips to suck up a ruby nipple, his mouth opening to take the coned-out hardness of it completely inside his mouth, including the darker pink of its aureola and a generous portion of the soft, white flesh of her breast. Reena felt his other hand slide inside her salwar. He pulled the nada (string) and pushed her salwar down.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... uuuuuuunnnnhhhh ... UUUUHHHHGGG!" The violent excitement of his aggressiveness made Reena moan in pleasure.
Last year, She visited her friend (Nisha) of college days, who lives in Delhi. Nisha's husband is a doctor in UAE and she is a teacher like Reena. One day Reena accompanied Nisha to a ladies kitty-party where she was compelled to drink more than her usual capacity. When they reached home, Reena was not even able to stand properly. Nisha helped her reach the bedroom. She herself was little drunk but not as much as Reena. Reena flopped onto the bed without even removing her sandals. When she woke up after an hour or so, Reena was still intoxicated. She got up to change since she was still in her party clothes and high heels. But before that Reena heard sound coming from Nisha’s room. Reena peeked inside to find Nisha on the bed with her 29 years old servant, Ramesh. She was
shocked but she felt excited too as Reena did not have had sex for months. Her choot became wet. Reena returned to her room and started masturbating. She was just about to climax when Nisha walked into the room. She sat on the edge of the bed and caressed Reena’s boobs. “mujhe lagtaa hai tujhe kisi mard ki jarrorat hai…jo apne lunD se teri choot ki pyaas bujhAye.” Nisha said with a naughty smile, “Aise 16 saal ki kaliyo.n ki tarah kab tak haath yA mombatiyo.n se choot ko shaa.nt karti rahegi.”
She called in Ramesh. His eyes widened as he saw Reena in a state of undress. “mujhe chodne ke baad lunD mei.n kuch jaan baaki hai ki nahi.n…meri saheli ki choot bhi pyaasi hai” Nisha asked Ramesh. Her language further excited Reena. Nisha took hold of Ramesh’s lund and by the flick of her palm made him come alive. Reena was too hot and drunk to refuse. Her heart pulsate at the thought of what she was about to do. Spreading her legs, Ramesh positioned himself between them, rubbing his lund along her choot. "MMMMM," Reena moaned, stretching her arms up above her head.
Ramesh leaned in, pushing his lund all the way into her as he took one of her nipples into his mouth. Reena reached down, grabbing his muscular ass as he ground into her. He nibbled at her tits and ran his hand up her body. Splaying her legs wide, Ramesh continued to fuck Reena as he lay on top of her. Reena closed her eyes and accepted his fucking with wanton lust. He was pushing her legs wide as his thick lund slid in and out of her choot. Then, grabbing her by the ankles, Ramesh pushed her legs up by her head. It hurt slightly, but Reena didn't even care. Reena had a hard lund in her choot and that's all that mattered.
"tujhe choodAne mein bahut mazaa aa rahaa hai, nahi.n kyA? Nisha said rubbing her boobs.
Reena moaned. " haa.n bahut mazaa aa rahA hai! Ramesh aur jor se chodo mujhe!" Ramesh obeyed, slamming his hips into her. Reena was surprised at her own words, but dismissed it, realizing that she was a little intoxicated. When he reached his climax, Reena became so wild that she passed out and didn’t regain consciousness until morning. The next morning, when Reena got up, Nisha came to her and they talked about previous night and her problem of sex starvation.
“yaar tu bhi hud karti hai (you are too much)…..patni vrata ban kar kab tak apne armaano.n kA galA gho.nTti rahegi (till when will you suppress your sexual desires for being a faithful wife). hamAre pati bhi jab paise kamAne ki dhun mei.n hamaara khayaal nahi.n karte tau hum kyo.n parwAh kare.n. (If our husbands don’t care about us due to their lust for money, why should we care)” Nisha said convincing Reena.
“dekh Reena, life mei.n sex bhi utnA hi jaroori hai jitne ki hawaa, paani, khaanA (See Reena, sex is as basic a need as food and water, and as natural as breathing). yeh mard tau biwi ka saath na hone par raanDo.n ke kotho.n par apni pyaas bujhA lete hai.n aur biwiyon se ummeed karte hai.n ki sati-savitri ban ne ki (These male-chauvinist husbands will go to prostitutes to satisfy their lust in absence of wives and will then expect wives to be faithful and pious).”
“Reena.. tu itni sundar or sexy hai ki jis mard ko ishArA kare voh apna lunD pakDe tere aage peeche ghoomta rahe….jab tak jawaani hai mauj kar lo…. mujhe dekh..main chudwAne kA koi maukA haath se jaane nahi.n deti. kitne hi mere college students mujhe chod kar khud ko dhanya maante hai.n. (Reena, you are so beautiful and sexy that any man’s cock you wish would become your slave….Enjoy while you are still sexy and youthful….Look at me… I don’t miss even a single opportunity to fuck. So many of my students in college feel grateful after fucking me)” She said. “tu bhi apne kisi student ko seduce kar le…(why don’t you also seduce one of your students)”
Nisha’s lecture changed Reena’s views altogether. Reena wondered why she had never thought of that before. Every moral and inhibition in her had melted away in the heat of her renewed passions. Back home in Bombay, Reena began her search for prospective guys from among her students in college and those who took tuitions from her. Reena began putting on revealing dresses during tuitions at her home and in college too. She would wear low cut blouses and saris below her navel. Reena started cracking double-meaning jokes while tutoring the students at her home. It was easier to seduce the students at home. Moreover, they were older than the students in her class at college. Reena found herself attracted towards a boy, Ankit, who was gorgeous hunk of masculinity at age of 17. He gave her many sleepless nights. For nearly two weeks Reena did not make move. Every night she ended up drinking and masturbating while thinking about him. Reena would sit for hours puffing cigarettes and make different plans to seduce him. She wanted him but did not have courage till she finally decide to go by bolder route.
One day Reena told him to come alone on Sunday, as he required some extra coaching. She had chosen Sunday because it was an off for other students. He said he goes to gym in afternoon on Sunday and that he would come directly from there in the evening.
Reena waited for him nervously. What pretense would she use to seduce him? Reena poured out a couple of stiff measures of gins, knocked them neat, and lit a cigarette. As the alcohol climbed, she felt warm under the collar and her hesitation was gone.
There was a knock at the door. Reena exhaled a lungful of smoke and ground the rest of the cigarette under her sandal before letting him in. She felt at least a decade younger as Reena watched him clad only in running shorts and T-shirt. Ankit, upon seeing that she was dressed in fancy salwar-suit with high-heeled sandals and nice make-up, hesitated.
"I'm sorry, Miss," he said, his eyes fixed on the jutting swell of her full rounded breasts, which were almost exposed through the low neckline of her salwar. "I didn't mean to come here while you were going out somewhere.”
"Nonsense. mai.n tumhAre hi bAre mei.n sauch rahi thi, (I was just thinking about you)" Reena said, smiling as sweetly as she could. Despite Ankit’s obvious wide-eyed wonderment, she was certain of the brassy glint of sexual interest in his eyes. “kuch piyoge (would you like something to drink) Ankit,…thumsup, 7up ?”
Reena could see that his cock had ballooned in his shorts ... and was getting larger even as she looked at it. "kyA baat hai (What's the matter)? tum aise dikh rahe ho jaise mai.n tumhen khA jaaoo.ngi, Ankit (You look like I'm going to eat you, Ankit)." Reena said in a throaty, sultry voice. Deliberately she let her gaze fall once again to the crotch of his shorts, and Reena couldn't help smiling as she saw Ankit squirm in embarrassment under her blatant scrutiny of the long, hard bulge that was straining the material of his shorts. Reena knew that he was in an agony of confusion and frustration. "mai.ne poochA , Ankit, kyA baat hai," Reena purred huskily. "kyA tumhei.n merA salwar-suit achhA nahi.n lagaa?"
The red-faced boy wordlessly shook his head. The torment he was experiencing apparent in his expression. “kyo.n, Ankit, kyA soch rahe ho jiski vajeh se yeh ho raha hai (Whatever are you thinking about to have that happen to you)?" ” Reena said in a mock reproof, pointing towards his bulge. “Miss, I…I…” he stuttered, “I’m sorry”. “mujhe bhi pata hai ki yeh kyA hai… (I know what it is, too) she whispered. “tumhArA lunD bahut sakht ho gayA hai, hai nA?” ("Your penis is very, very hard, isn't it?").
His expressions showed that he was too overwhelmed to speak, but Reena didn't give him a chance to think very much. Instead, she pressed her lips tightly against his. They kissed passionately, her arms circling him and drawing him against the softness of her sensual curves. His chest was pressed against her full, yielding breasts, and the luscious globes flattened as Reena held his body tightly against hers, her belly pressing against his.
Beyond this point, he took initiative like an experienced person although it was his first time. His hands massaged her back and his thighs pressed against hers. He leaned Reena back over the table and his tongue licked her neck down to her cleavage. His hands undid the hooks of her kurta. Soon he was pawing over her bra, pulling its cups down to release her large boobs.
He lowered his lips to suck up a ruby nipple, his mouth opening to take the coned-out hardness of it completely inside his mouth, including the darker pink of its aureola and a generous portion of the soft, white flesh of her breast. Reena felt his other hand slide inside her salwar. He pulled the nada (string) and pushed her salwar down.
"Ooooooohhhhh ... uuuuuuunnnnhhhh ... UUUUHHHHGGG!" The violent excitement of his aggressiveness made Reena moan in pleasure.