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It is Saturday and we are sleeping in. We watched a movie last night and finished a bottle of wine. We did not fuck, but I am sure you will wake up a little later and make up for it.
You are aware that I am awake and you roll over and press your body into mine. I immediately sense your thick dick. And now your hands reach over to my ass, cup a cheek and squeeze. I know where your hands will go next, matherchod! (motherfucker), and I spread my legs. Sure enough your palm cups my pussy, rubbing my cunt hairs. Your middle finger traces the line of my cunt, parting the folds of my pussy as it reaches my hole, and pressing hard when you come up to my clit. I am loving it. I can feel myself beginning to cream. Now your dick is getting hard and you start rubbing against my ass. I turn a bit to make it more comfortable for you, and you grab my tits and use them as leverage and start humping my ass.
Your thrust on my naked ass is long, sweet and exquisite. I can feel how strong your cock still is after all these years. I feel a bit of wetness and moisture as your pre-cum falls on my ass-crack. I let out a quiet, “Mmmm, chee,”. And then you stop. You don’t want to cum just yet. And you reach under the bed to get that wooden stand you designed and made yourself. You put this under my pillow and now my head is upturned and my mouth is at an angle, the correct angle to receive your thick cock. You straddle my head and push your cock down. I smell the heavenly aroma of pre-cum from your dick as you settle your cock into my mouth. I hear you sigh in contention. Your cock reaches all the way to my throat. Your big balls slap gently on my chin. So fucking good! Fuck!
Bahenchod! (Sisterfucker!) You raise yourself on your elbows and toes and fuck my mouth like you fuck my cunt. You asshole! I hear your grunts of pleasure as you increase your pace. Your cock is nice, hard and thick. I can feel the heavy vein that runs under it. I use my tongue on it and hear you moan. Then you lift yourself until just the head of your cock is in my mouth. Oh! So soft and velvety and smooth. I play on it with my tongue. I tease your pee hole and you shudder!
You take my hand and push it behind you. And I know you want your balls ticked, held, carrassed and squeezed. I do that, and then I sense you parting your legs. This is my cue to enter your asshole. I place my middle finger at the entrance to your asshole and I press it in. You gasp. I feel the moisture at the entrance and I persist and push. You asshole pinches my finger tightly, but now I am up to my second knuckle and I press it all the way. I try to synchronize my thrusts with the thrusts of your cock in my mouth.
But somehow I don’t feel like drinking your cum today. I am not sure why. So I tap your hairy thighs with my fist. This is our standard indication that you can mouth-fuck me as long as you do not come in my mouth. You slow your thrusts. And I realize that you want to be in my mouth for a long time.
I let you slide your cock in and out of my cock for some more time. Then you pull your dick out and crawl down to my chest. You slam your heavy, hot stub on my tits. You hold one of my boobs roughly with one hand and with the other you attack the nipple with your penis. I help you out by holding my tits up for your punishment.
Then you put your cock in my mouth again. I remember you saying what is most arousing to you is to see me open my mouth, see it make a ‘O’ as I get ready to accept your cock. And then to see me with my eyes closed as your thick, veiny dick pistons in and out of my mouth. Chutiya! (Fucker!)
When you are satisfied, when I have pleasured you enough with my mouth, you get off of me and go to the bathroom, knowing fully well that I will follow you.
You are standing at the toilet with the seat up. You are fully naked, and your magnificent cock is jutting out at an angle from your belly. You are holding it and stroking it, slowly. I see how long it is. From the side it is so very thick, especially near the base. The purple, pink mushroom head is so incongruously big compared to the rest of your cock.
I stand by your side, put and arm around your waist for support, and fist your cock with my other hand. You lean forward and press your hand against the wall, and with the other hand you caress my ass. You hand explores every inch of my ass, going from one ass cheek to the other. Then you make a blade of your palm and run it down my ass crack. You locate my asshole and with your index finger your tease it. I move my leg a little out to allow you to enter my ass. And you do. You keep your finger in these as I give you a hand job. I know you are watching my hand fly up and down the length of your dick. I am seeing it do. Right now, both of us are gasping and panting. Out breaths coming in heaves.
I can feel it even before you start your groans. Your cock stiffens even more, pushes against my fist harder than before and then you jerk forward and become stiff. I know to continue to stroke your cock. You like it that way.
Cum erupts from your cock in long creamy ropes. Fuck! I think to myself, this is glorious. How much cum! How white and thick! God, and it smells so heavenly! Oy! Teri Maa ki choot (Oh! Your mother’s cunt!).
When we were young, your cum eruptions seemed never ending. I would count the spurts as they spewed out of your cock like a volcano. One, two, three.. Sometimes upto thirteen or fifteen. Wow!
But now both of us are old. You are almost in your mid fifties, and I just turned fifty this year. But your cum is just as strong, white, thick, smelly and delicious. You spurt only three or four long ropes, and the just drops of semen remain. I squeeze the remaining drops from your cock into the toilet bowl.
My sex drive is also still strong. Sometimes you say you are happy and surprised at how horny and lusty I am. You say your friends complain that their wives do not want sex, that the women turn away from it as soon as they hit menopause. But I want to fuck. I am ready whenever, wherever you want to chodh (fuck) me.
After I have drained your balls, you hug me and call my name, many many times. Your cock is against my belly, the very last semen drops, sticky on my skin.
You go back to bed while I clean up the bathroom and then take a shower. By the time you get showered and come down, I have our breakfast ready. You kiss me lovingly and sit down and we eat together.
It has been almost thirty years since we got married. I think back now to how this all started. The first time we saw each other. Then my mind wanders to the first time we saw each other naked – how you insisted we do and how scared and reluctant I was. How skeptical I was of our marriage even working out…
Approximately thirty years ago.
I am an engineer now, newly graduated from a prestigious university. Since my father is in the government service, we have been in North India for many years now. I can converse in many Indian languages, Hindi, Punjabi, Bengali, Tamil. But we have not forgotten our conservative South-Indian background. At least my parents haven’t. So that’s why in the mid 1990s, while I am not yet twenty-two years old, they are looking for a suitable boy for me to get me married off. But getting a ‘suitable boy’ with a matching family and education background is proving difficult for them, what with my dad being in a very high semi-permanent position in the Finance Ministry spanning at least two decades. I have always been brought up thinking we are rich. And we are very well off.
Many families come forward with proposals but most are rejected by my parents before I even get to meet the boys. The ones I do get to meet, I do not like. Finally, close to my birthday, we get a proposal from a boy’s family from the city where my mother and father grew up. They show me the boy’s photo and I see a handsome mustachioed guy, dark, with a lot of hair. They tell me he is almost six feet tall, taller than most boys we have met and is also an engineer. “So what if he is not from a prestigious college,” my mother says. “He is an engineer and is working in xxxx company for the last four years. He is good looking and his family is nice. We know them. Why don’t you give them a chance? What’s the harm?”
‘What’s the harm, indeed,’ I think and agree.
I see you come in with your parents. You have made the long journey from down South by train and I feel sorry for you all. You father and mother are so quiet and apologetic and awed by our big house and my parents’ accomplishments. I am sure you all have never been out of your State or have never been in such a big house or city, much less gone looking for a bride for you.
But you are different, and I sense that immediately. So different from the other boys who I have met in this process. You do not seem at all humbled or impressed by my parents’ stature in society. Our big house, our car, our servants – all these do not seem to sway you. Your eyes shine with a hidden humor in them. Your posture is incredible and you seem so confident of yourself. I can see that you have taken care of your body. You must work out religiously. I see your well toned arms, shoulders and flat stomach. I am impressed. I like what I see.
My parents have arranged for a trip to a nearby resort for the evening for the families and us to get to know each other. I know you are biding your time. You let your mother and father talk to me. Mundane questions about school, habits, future plans, cooking etc. And finally they leave the two of us alone.
And for the first time in my life I feel shy in the presence of a boy. Your presence. Why, I am not sure. You surprise me with your english, your diction, your grammar and manner of speaking and how you carry yourself, your patience. And your eyes and eyebrows! Fuck! I could die right now. The way you show interest in every silly thing I say, I feel as if I am the last woman on earth. I am weak-kneed. I want this to stop already. I want to kiss your lips, feel your moustache on me. I want to marry you. Chod mujhe, matherchod!! Abhi! Yehan!(I want to be fucked by you, you motherfucker! Take me right now! Right here! )
It has been decided by the position of the stars and the moon and the sun. We are engaged. Our marriage is in four months.
I am excited. My mother senses this is me and makes fun of me whenever she can. But I have not heard from you in about a week. Why is that? I am sitting here thinking of you and you are in your own world it seems. Am I wrong about you? I know telephone service can be a pain in India, but can you not at least write me a letter?
But you call me one evening. I am alone at home. I listen to your voice and am over the moon!. But long distance calls are expensive and I am worried you will make this a very short call. I don’t know what to say. But you take control of the conversation in your cool and calm manner.
“Hey Kavitha, don’t worry. I have a friend on the telephone exchange, and he says I can talk for as long as we want. ” Of course, you do! You seem to be that kind of person who can manage such impossible things. I like this too in you.
The first call is really nothing. We don’t talk about anything serious. Just how are you, how’s work, friends and the like. But I feel you are just building up to talk about real important stuff.
I replay our conversation that night while lying on my bed. Surprisingly, I masturbate thinking of you. I don’t know how people have sex. I just know they do.
I have never been in the presence of a boy or man, or seen movies or magazines that depict sex. It’s just bits and pieces a girl gets to know, second hand knowledge and gossip. I have a vague idea what a man’s lund (cock) looks like. My friend Meena has told me about her husband’s cock, so I can imagine. I have read a lot of novels, in a lot of different languages and some of the descriptions are pretty graphic. Meena has described the sex she has had with her husband, what a man’s penis looks like, and what it does, it becoming thick like a log when a man is horny and the thick juice that comes out at the end. One day I even forced her to show me her hole where her husband puts his cock. I am so stupid. I don’t even know where it goes!
So I read and I dream and I masturbate. I have been masturbating compulsively from a very young age. I use my fingers and palm on my pussy. I try to insert my finger in my hole but it doesn’t go too far and it hurts. I can rub my fingers on the small knub at the top, the one described as ‘clitoris’ and that gives me great pleasure. Meena says her husband licks and sucks on it and it makes her come after some time. I am sure it does because it feels fantastic just by rubbing it with my fingers. Oh what a feeling when I finish. I am usually wet and dripping some liquid from my cunt when I am done.
I bet you masturbate too, Chutiya! (Fucker!) Jerking-off is what you guys call it, right? I know you boys ‘beat’ your cock. Meena uses her hand on her husband’s dick when she has her period and her husband cannot put it inside her. She has shown me how she uses her fist and sometimes her husband also uses his fist to finish. But that’s all I know about that. Perhaps you will tell me after we are married? I would really like you to. Tell me your secrets and I will tell you mine!
It’s the Saturday after our first call and you promised you’d call again and I am waiting. I pick up the phone at the first ring. We day hello etc and it’s then that it starts. Your thing.
“Kavitha, what are you wearing?”
I say, “A salwar-kameez. Standard North-Indian dress. Why?”
You ask, “What? Nothing else?”
“What do you mean,” I ask, knowing fully well what you mean.
“Nothing underneath? No panties, no bra? Naughty girl!”
Matherchod! (Motherfucker!) Come on, finally, I think to myself. Let’s start the dirty, naughty stuff. I will lead you man, yes!
“Shut up!” I say in mock disgust.
“Let me guess, ” You say. “White cotton panties. Brand abc, size medium. Matching bra – same color, same brand abc, size 30AA. Am I right?”
Oy Gandu!! (Asshole!!) He was absolutely right! Down to the brand and color and size.
I am quiet. In shock, actually. “How, how do you know?” I say. You just laugh.
“Hey, your boobs are kinda small, you know. But I like them that way. Don’t worry. In time I will make them big!”
I am dumbstruck at your forwardness. “What.. what..how,” I stammer. Again, you laugh.
“But your best part is your behind, I can see that. You have a great ass, Kavitha. I am so lucky. I love asses.”
I am shocked once again!
Bhenchod! (Sisterfucker!) Do you have experience with girls and women? Have you fucked before? Are you not a virgin? How can I ask you?
You are right about my boobs. They are a little more than just bumps on my chest but my nipples are thick. I am envious of my mother who has great tits. But she is a mother of two so I hope my boobs will get bigger when I have children. My friend Meena has fantastic boobs. I have seen her once or twice when she changed her clothes. Her husband is very lucky I think to myself. She is very lucky. She says her husband sucks on her nipples like a baby before he goes to sleep everyday. Sometimes he does it as soon as he comes back from work.
But you are correct,chutiya! (fucker!). My gaand (ass) is my asset. It is big and round and shiny and tight. I have to squeeze and grab hard to part my cheeks. I find it difficult to clean my gaand, between my cheeks, as my ass crack is deep. I see myself in the full length mirror and my panty is tight across my ass. Not a single fold on the wide expanse of the back, but for a small wedgie that comes a few inches up my crack. My friend Meena says her panties are always loose and they ride up her gaand crack and I see her frequently having to pull out her panty from her crack and also adjust it in the front as she has a flat ass. But I have no problem like that. My panties are tight and firm. They are packed in front, and I can see the long line of my cunt as the cloth of my underwear presses against my choot (pussy). I have to wear medium size panties to cover up all the hair I have. Of late, I have hair growing up my ass crack and sprouting from my asshole as well. I will have to remove some of it somehow before the wedding.
Not hearing any response from me, you ask, “Kavi, hey, what happened. Are you shocked? You thought I would not know anything. Ha ha.. I have studied girls for a long long time.”
I ask softly, “Studied only or…or…experienced also?”
You just laugh again and I don’t know what to make of it so I just let it pass. For now.
Then you say, “Hey, Kavi, expect a package from me at your office tomorrow.”
I ask, “Package. What package? Why, how?”
But you have moved on to another topic. “So tell me, how do you sleep. I mean, what do you wear when you sleep?”
“A T-Shirt, and long pajama pants, of course.”
“What? And bra and panties?” You ask.
“No bra. Only panties,” I reply.
“Hmm,” You are quiet for a while, forcing me to ask, “You?” Not sure why I am asking you this. Just curious, I suppose.
“No. Nothing while sleeping. No encumbrances!” you announce, and softly laugh again. “You better learn how to do it because you will be doing it after our marriage!”
“Aiyoh, chee, ” I say. “Naked. On the bed? Sleeping? No way!”
“Aha. Do you think you will be wearing any clothes while we..while we..” I want you to say it, come on say it!! you know…!”
“You are a dirty man! You seemed so nice when we met!”
“Ha ha. I know I am dirty. I bet you are too. Come on, tell me some curse words. You should know some by now, all Hindi ones. What do you say for a man’s thing? Out here they call in poolu. How about there? Huh? What about your pundai? Do you have hair there?”
They call it lund, you sonofabitch! How big is your lund? Meena says her husband’s lund is like a flashlight! How does it go into her choot (cunt)? And my choot, my pundai my cunt is very hairy. Do you like it like that?
That night I masturbate as usual thinking of you and me naked on the bed. I rub myself, inserting my hands into my panties, imagining us chodoing (fucking). But our conversation still runs through my head and I decide to take off my clothes. And for the first time in my life I masturbate while lying naked on my bed and finger and rub my pussy till I finish. I feel drops of liquid ooze out of my cunt and wet the bed covers. You are on top of me, your dick is inside me, your hands on my little tits, squeezing the nipples, making them hard, your tongue is in my mouth and I swallow your spit. That’s all that matters to me now.
A couple of days later at work I get a package delivered by a man. He just hands it to me and goes away. I am too afraid to open the package at work so when I am back home I open it. I am scared. I don’t know what I will find inside. But there is a notebook and another packet that seems to contain some clothes.
I open the notebook, and on the first page is a poem you have written for me. It is a play of words with my Kavitha included and it makes me smile. What a romantic, I think! Then I flip the pages and I am shocked. My mouth gapes open and I realize I am holding my breath.
Oy! Maa ki choot! Bhenchod! (Oh! mother’s cunt, you sisterfucker!) On the page is a pencil sketch of two bodies. One male and one female. The male body is dark, the pencil coloring the inside and bears a striking resemblance to you, with a moustache and curly black hair. The woman undoubtedly looks like me. Fair, With short hair that comes up to her neck. And a small bracelet on her hands and an anklet on one of her ankles and a chain around her neck.
The two bodies are naked. The female is on her back with her legs stretched wide open. The man is between her legs. His mouth is on hers. His hands are on her smallish tits. Her hands are on his buttocks. They are having sex! Gandu, matherchod! Asshole, motherfucker!
I almost swoon. You have sketched us fucking! You are fucking me. A warmth starts from my cunt and spreads to the rest of my body. I clutch my thighs closed. But wait! There’s more! I flip through the pages of the notebook. And see page after page of sketches of that couple, all naked, and in various sexual positions. I shut the notebook and gasp. You drew this after you met me. Fuck! So beautiful! Is this what you want us to do?
I open the other packet and out roll bras and panties. I count five matching pairs. I can instantly see they are from a very expensive brand and variety. The fabric, the feel and touch, the patterns, the stitching – all speak of quality and money. They are definitely not Indian! What? You want me to wear these? I can’t. Mummy does the laundry and she will find out and ask where I got these from.
I can’t do this now. Mother is calling me for tea and snacks.
I am in a trance that whole evening. Your sketches flash through my mind. I am wet in my pussy. I twist and turn and squeeze my thighs together as I sit at the dinner table. Nobody notices me. I am so horny right now. I want to go back to my room, throw off my clothes and look at your sketches. What all you have in mind for us. See how you want us to fuck. Oh! I will do it! Yes! Everything and every way you want to. Chod mujhe! Chod! Matherchod, Chod, chod kar meri fuddi lal ker de! (Fuck me! Fuck me! Motherfucker! Make my cunt red with your fucking!)
I turn off the light in my bedroom. I lie naked on the bed. I use a flashlight under the covers to see your sketches. My god! What all have you imagined? You on top of me, then us sideways. Then a number of them with me on top of you, facing you and also away from you, your hands on my ass cheeks, clearly parting them and you feasting your eyes on my gaand (asshole). Aiyoh! Amma! Fucker!
I see one particular sketch and I cannot hold back. I slam my palm on my pundai (cunt), and rotate my fingers on my clitoris and the first orgasm of the night hits me. Spasms of pure erotic delight and pleasure wash over my body. I feel myself tremble and shake as I notice the details of your imagination. I am lying on my back, with my legs spread out. But you are on top of me, and your torso is crushing my face. I am holding on to your ass as your dick is clearly going into my mouth. You are mouth-fucking me, Kuttiye ki aulaad, Matherchod! Tera lund choosna hai! Meri gaand lay le, Bhenchod! (You sonofabitch!, Motherfucker! Yes! I want your thing in my mouth. I want to suck your cock. Take my ass, sister fucker!) I scream softly as my body goes rigid like a plywood board and I come like I have never come before.
I reach my orgasms at least three more times that night. It is almost early morning before I fall off to sleep with the images in my mind. You want me to take you in all my holes, you sonofabitch. OK! Yes! I have heard that people fuck like that, like animals, with the man’s cock going in a woman’s ass. Yes, Let’s do it! I want you to put it in there. I know it’s dirty, but what the fuck!
I see you have drawn me with my face planted on your ass cheeks, kissing your hole. Motherfucker! I will do it if you keep it clean. And if you promise to do me that way also, as you showed in another page. Fuck! This is too much to handle!
I wear the panties and bra you sent me to the office the next few days. But I will not let my mother wash them. I will do them myself, secretly. But you have other plans.
You call me up that Saturday, and after we say hello I am quiet. I don’t know what to say. I know you want to ask me about your sketches and the bras and the panties.
You laugh as you see I am afraid to talk. “Ok, Kavi, tell me, which is your favorite position. Ok, just tell me the page number, huh! Then I will know.”
I still don’t respond. By now I have all the positions and the page numbers memorized. Fifteen, Thirty-one, Twenty and Eleven – in that order are my favorites, but I don’t tell that aloud. Instead I say, “My mother washes my clothes. I cannot wear what you gave me.”
But you have an answer for that as well, “Wear them. Many times. But don’t wash them. I want them unwashed!”
“You..you..want them? What do you mean?” I ask, totally confused.
“OK. Use all of them. Make them dirty. Put them in a package and send them to me. That man will be at your office on Wednesday. Give him the package. I will have it in time for our call next week. Simple!”
“What! Aiyoh, amma…that’s..that’s..dirty..you want my…” I curse, to myself.
You cut me off, “Yes, I want to smell your.. What do you say? Pussy, Cunt, Pundai (you say this in our language and it sounds so raw and erotic and dirty!), your choot! Yes! I want to taste your juices, your sweat and everything!”
“Aiyoh! What a man you are! Your talk is so dirty!” I say, in shock.
“What? You thought I was a nice guy. I am nice. I am just nice and horny!”
I don’t know what comes over me as I blurt out, “Why did you not send yours?”
I say, “You want my underwear, but you did not send yours!”
Take that, you cunt licker, cock sucker!! You are quiet. It takes some time for what I said to sink in, and then you say, “OKAY! Express delivery. You will have it on Monday!”
Then before we sign off I hurriedly say, “Fifteen, Thirty-one, Twenty and Eleven”.
You say, “What?”
I repeat slowly, “Fif..teen, Thirty…one, Twen…ty and Ele..ven.” and put the phone down before you can respond.
I don’t know how you manage it but I have a package in my hands on Monday. I take it home and keep it hidden till we finish dinner. My heart races all through the evening. And then when all is quiet in my house, when all are in bed, I open your package. ‘Fuck!,’ I think. ‘What am i doing?’ But I unwrap it anyway and take your underwear to bed. You have sent three. I masturbate with them. I rub them all over my choot and gaand (my pussy and ass) and tits. Today is another all night session. I inhale your manly smell. It mostly smells of piss, you motherfucker! But I don’t care. I put the front of your shorts on my nose and mouth and wipe it over my pussy. I use two at a time. One of the shorts has something very crusty on the front. Looks like it is your juice, I don’t know. But it looks just like the front of my panty does when I have secreted something on it. I feel it and lick it. Later on, I come copiously and I catch my juices with your underwear. Fuck! This is so fuckimg awesome! You fucker! You jerked off on this one!
My hands tremble as I hand my package over to the man, but he has no idea what is in it. When you call me next your voice tells me that you have my underwear with you.
It is Saturday afternoon and my parents have gone out to see a matinee movie and I am alone at home and you know it. You have planned something, you beautiful sonofabitch. What is it?
“Now, Kavi. Remove your clothes and lie naked on the bed,” you command me.
“Now? It is afternoon. You want me to be naked, without any clothes, now?”
“No one will notice,” you say. “Come on! I am naked too, here!”
I do as you say. I am fully nanga naked. I feel a warm sensation on my choot(cunt). And at the same time, I feel some moisture between my cunt lips. I put my palm and rub my crotch gently.
“Now,” you say. “Your hands are my hands. And I will tell my hands to do what I want to do, OK?”
I have an idea where this is going. You continue, “My hands caress your tits. They feel the small boobs, the thick nipple.They squeeze and crush the supple flesh.” You stop, and ask, “Are my hands doing as I say?”
Hahn, Matherchod! (Yes, motherfucker!) Fuck! I am aroused. I feel liquid pouring out of me. I whisper, “Yes. Yes.”
“Good. My hands keep kneading you boobs. I feel your nipples hardening. My right hand now goes down to your belly and a finger enters your deep belly button. My other hand still squeezes you tits. My hand now goes down, down to the area between your thighs and feels the thick hair there.”
I groan into the phone. “Aiyoh! Appa! Gandu! (Asshole)” And then ask, “What are you doing there?”
“Me?” you answer in the form of a question. “My hands are your hands. Tell me what you want to do!”
I say, “Noooo! Chee.. I can’t”
“Ok then, I will tell you what your hands are doing to me, OK? Your hands roam all over my body. They feel the firm muscles on my chest. They pinch my nipple.”
“Yes. Then your hand goes down between my legs and takes a hold of my hard long cock. My Poolu. You have never held a man’s lund in your hand. (You have learnt the hindi word for cock!) I know it. But you like the way my cock feels. So hard. So long, But you know what to do. You fist it. You start stroking it! Oh, Kavi, my cock feels so fucking nice in your hand. Stroke it! Stroke it! Faster! Faster! You want to put it in your mouth, yes?”
I start inserting my fingers into my cunt. Those are your fingers going in and out of my pundai. (Like you, I like the sound of the world in our language). Involuntarily I say out loud, now, “Aiyoh! Your fingers are on my pundai and clit! You are rotating them hard. Your fingers are pinching my clit. My juices pour out and over your fingers! You take your fingers and lick my juices. Aiyoh! Aiyoh! Aaa!!” I have my fingers in my own mouth. They are soaked with my juices. I am licking my fingers, tasting and swallowing my own cunny juices. Teri Maa Ki Choot! (Your mother’s cunt!)
You are screaming softly into the phone, “Oh, Kavi. Yes, do you feel my hard dick? I want you to take it in your mouth. Yes, like that, My pooluUhnn, Uhnnn. Like that!”
I remember something. “Page twenty-four!” I scream.
You say, “Yes, twenty-four, my favorite. Suck my cock, Kavi! Aiyoh! I am going to finish! Are you close? Yes?”
I shout, “Yes, yes, yes! I am going..to..finish..Aaaah… aaaah!!” I am rocked with spasms of my orgasm. I clutch both hands on my cunt and double over and stay still and my orgasm hits. I hold my breath as waves of pleasure flow over me. Fuck! Fuck! And then I flop back on my bed.
I hear you say, “Ahh, here it is! Do you see it, Kavi? Aaaah…Aaaah Aaaaahhh!” Then you let out a final ‘Aiyoh!”
We are quiet for sometime. I only hear your hard breathing. I am sure you can hear me as well. I know you have finished. My friend Meena has told me what happens when a man finishes. Then I ask, “What happens when..when..you finish? Does ..something..water…”
You interrupt me, “Kavi, you don’t know what happens when a man..man..no? Have you not seen or heard?”
“No,” I whisper, after a while “I don’t know.”
You are silent. Then you say, “Kavi, I am going to come to see you.”
I jerk up on my bed, instantly. I shout, “AIYOH! NO! Nooo, you cannot, We should not see each other before the wedding. At least not without permission. Please, no! No!” But I know my protestations are in vain. You have decided to come and that’s it. I plead once more, “No. We live in an independent house with lots of servants, gardeners, drivers. Everybody will know if you come. It will create a lot of trouble. People will see and talk and gossip. No, please, no!”
You understand what I am saying and a plan forms in your mind. You ask me to go to a friend’s house a few days from today when you plan to come here. I ask my friend Meena if I can use her apartment. We have no secrets. I tell her everything. And she agrees. I have also helped her on many occasions so it is okay. Meena is a good friend and she asks if I am going to have sex with you! Sex? What is that! Are you coming here to fuck! I say, “God, I hope not! I am not ready, we are not married!”
Meena says, “Still. Be careful. Do you want protection?”
“What?” I say.
“Protection. Condoms,” Meena says, matter-of-factly.
“Kya, saali? (What, you idiot?) Aiyoh, I don’t know! I don’t want to have sex now!”
But Meena shows me anyway. She has been married for a year now and knows all this. She takes one condom from her bedside table and shows me how to use it. She takes a flashlight and uses it as a man’s penis. I am wide-eyed. I ask her, “Is it really that big?”
Meena giggles, “Yes! Well Mahesh’s is a little smaller than this.”
‘Oh God!’ I think. But I take a few condoms from her anyway.
On Friday I go to the office and make some excuses and slink away to Meena’s apartment. Suddenly I hear the doorbell and when I open the door, there you are, you beautiful man!
You step inside, and now both of us are unsure what to do next. Talking over the phone is one thing, but being in the same room with just the two of us is totally different. For all the confidence you showed when we met and all the bluster on the phone, you are as nervous as I am. I think I am going to have to take control.
I step forward to hug you and you open your arms and take me in. We hug, the first time our bodies touch each other. I feel my small breasts crushed against your chest. Your arms are around me on my back. I can feel your arms on my bra straps as they roam all over my back.
Then we step away and you hold me at arms length and we lock eyes. Then we both smile at the same time.
You bend down and take my face in your hand and then we kiss. Just your lips on mine, and electricity courses through my body. I shudder and stay still as your lips explore mine. Then I feel your tongue knocking at my lips, urging them to open and give access to my mouth. Tentatively I part my lips and your tongue rushes into my mouth like an animal uncaged. Our tongues collide and I almost faint. Your thick flesh on mine. I sense you tense, and I realize this is your first time as well.
I am aroused and I can feel a hardness on my thigh. It is your lund! (cock). It is getting hard. These are new, extraordinary sensations for me. I feel lightheaded and giddy. Now my tongue is in your mouth! How it got there I have no idea. We are swapping saliva. I am opening my mouth, using my lips and tongue to taste all of you, every part of your mouth.
Why do people immediately take off their clothes? I am not sure why, but I do. I have this insane and immediate desire to show myself to you in my entirety, in my naked form. I have a summer skirt on, and I slip it off my shoulders and stand in front of you in my bra and panties. It is a pair that you sent me.
Your eyes bulge. I see your Adam’s Apple bobbing in your throat. Your eyes rake over my body. From head to toe. Then you pull off your T-shirt. And unbuckle your pants and step out of it. You are naked except for your under shorts.
It has been only about five minutes since we met, and look at us. We are almost naked and ready to fuck! “NO!” a voice screams in my head. “Don’t fuck. Not now. Tell him. Touching and playing is okay, but no sex.”
I whisper, “I am scared!”
You say, “So am I! What do we do?”
We giggle together.
You say, “You are so beautiful. Your body is so..so..nice.”
I say, “I am glad you like it, I am a bit fat, I know.”
“Not fat. Thick. I like it that way”
Suddenly you step forward and put your hands on my shoulders, then run them down my arms. Then your hands reach behind my back and unclasp my bra.
“Aiyoh! Please! No..no..ok…but no..fuck..ing!”
I laughed, embarrassed at my choice of words. “Yes,” I say. “Let’s wait.”
You look at me. “Of course, Kavi. I..I..just wanted to see you. But ..but this is fantastic!”
You eye my tits. I lift an arm and place it above my breasts. They are easy to hide since they are not big. Tenderly, you reach up and pull my arm away. And you kiss my nipple. Then you get bold and start sucking it. Fuck! How nice it feels. Matherchod (motherfucker!). My nipples are being sucked. I raise my hand and palm my other tit and offer it to you and you suck each tit in turn. I am sure I am creaming in my panties.
You bend down and kiss my chest, my belly, and then you kneel and place your mouth on my choot (cunt). It is covered by my panties, but you don’t mind. You put out your tongue and move it up and down my cunt line. Like you have done it a thousand times before with other girls. I can feel the wetness from your mouth as it penetrates the fabric of my panties and falls on my skin. I am sure you can taste my juices also.
“Oh Kavi! How many times have I imagined doing this! Finally doing this with you. Aiyoh!”
You continue for a long time. I see that you are squirming and moving. But then you get up and start removing your shorts. I look down and I can see a bulge there already. Is that your ‘flashlight’ in there, I think.
“No! Please! No!” I say.
But your shorts are already off and your..your dick is exposed. I involuntarily put my hand to my mouth and gape at your thing. Fuck! What is that? So thick, so big, so long!. It looks hard! Meena was right! It is like a flashlight. And the veins on it. All curvy and thick. And it is not straight? It is at an upward angle. And the purple head, so shiny and smooth, the color in contrast with your dark, black stub. I look up at you in awe, and you just smile at my astonishment.
“Aiyoh, what.. What.. is that how?”
You reach for my hand and I let you take it (Please let me touch it, I say in my mind!) and place it on your cock. Appa! So warm, so hard and thick. You wrap my fingers on it and move my hand up and down its length. I feel the skin sliding on the muscle underneath and I gasp. You let go and I continue to stroke it, still in amazement and awe.
I let go and your loda (cock) jerks up and down. A drop of liquid pops out of your hole. Aiyoh!
Then you look down at my panties and I understand what you want me to do. I hook my thumbs at the waistband and pull it down. How did I get so shameless? Or is it brave?. Or stupid?All I know is that I am horny now. I am aroused. I don’t seem to care if we have sex. We are engaged to be married.
You suck in your breath as you see my hairy choot (pussy) area. Without missing a beat you are back on your knees once again and this time your mouth is on my cunt hairs. Oh! I hope I am clean down there! But you don’t mind. Your tongue is already out and it is parting my hair with its tip, searching, seeking my hole. I suddenly feel the coolness of your spit and tongue on my pussy lips and a shudder runs through my body. And when your tongue reaches my clit, I almost jump out of my skin.
“Aaahhh, aaaah! Oy fucker!” I moan. I am not aware of the passing time. But suddenly I feel like I am going to finish. I want to get away from your grasp, but you have held my ass so tightly I can’t even move. Without warning my orgasm hits me and I double over, crushing your head with my body. You still do not let go. And I can feel the liquid oozing out of my cunt lips and onto your lips and mouth. I shake and rumble and shudder and groan as my orgasm flows over me.
When I am done, I stagger backwards, almost falling and tripping, but I put my hand out on a wall and steady myself. “Aiyoh! Chee..What happened. Appa!” I say between gasps, my chest and stomach heaving. You just get up and look at me and giggle.
“My sweet Kavi! You just came. I made you come with my mouth. This is how it is going to be. Did you like it?”
I just stare at you. Like it? Mothefucker! I loved it. The best I’ve ever come. Do it again, you sonofabitch. Lick me and make me come in your mouth again!. I just keep quiet though, as you approach me. Our eyes meet and I know what you want me to do.
You just say, “Page six.”
I go down on my knees. I don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know what to expect. I see your huge, monstrous lund (cock) in front of me. It is still oozing a sort of liquid from the hole and a trail of it falls to the ground. You use your thumb to flick that drop away.
I look up at you and whisper, “I..I..don’t..I…”
But you hold me head gently with one hand, and with the other you fist your cock, and say, “Just open your mouth, Kavi!”
I do. And the next thing I sense is the smell of your cock. Man! The scent of sex. How beautiful and glorious it is. It is just like the smell of my fingers after I have wiped my juices from my pussy after I had an orgasm. Heaven! But this smell lasts only for a second or so. Because now, you have pushed your cock into my mouth!
I feel the soft, tight skin of the bulb of your cock-head first, and then you push the rest of the length of you dick in. It is so warm, so hard, so silky and smooth. You hold my head steady, and I am in a daze with your penis in my mouth as you start pulling it out. I must be doing something wrong because you wince and say, “Aahh..don’t bite.. Don’t hold on to it!” and I relax my mouth, and allow you to pull and push your cock in my mouth. You are obviously enjoying this. You moan, “Ah. ah. Fuck, fuck, Kavi. Soo nice! Aiyoh! Fuck!” And you increase your pace. I am starting to enjoy this too. The feel of your thick manhood in my mouth. I add my spit over it and feel my saliva drooling over the sides of my mouth. I can now hear the slosh-slosh sound your cock makes as you fuck my mouth.
Meena shows me how to work my mouth. We use a banana, but this is nothing like that.
Then you pull your cock out of my mouth. I don’t want you to. I reach out and grab your lund with my fist. Your cock is so hard and hot. I play with your cock head. I flick it with my tongue. I poke your pee hole with the tip and you take a sharp breath and say, “Aiyoh!! Aahhh, Kavi!!”
You raise me up by my arms. I think you are ready to fuck. I suddenly remember the condom and say, “Wait!” I pull it out of my bag and show it to him.
“Oh Kavi, you want to ..to ..do..it?”
I say, “No. Not really. But I heard we need to use it even if we…we..are touching and playing..”
“Ok,” You agree. Then you are not sure of how to put it on! You idiot! I say, “Here, my friend Meena showed me, ” And I help roll the condom over your still-hard penis. Then I say, “Don’t put it in, OK?”
You crouch and place the tip of your condom covered cock on my pussy. Fuck! The feel of a real cock on my twat! This is it, I say to myself. Then you run it up and down my cunt line. Indescribable feeling! Ripples pass through my body. Then you place the whole length of your cock on the line of my cunt and press it between our two bodies and you hump up and down. I am grabbing your arms for support, you are gasping and heaving and are now sweating profusely. I just hang on for dear life as your thrusts become faster and harder on my vertical slit at my crotch.
Then you suddenly pull back. You cock springs straight up, jerking and swaying. You struggle, and I see that you want to remove the condom. Why, I don’t know. But you manage to take it off, and you fling it down. You cry out, “Aaah, Aaah, Kavi, I am coming! Here it is! See it! See me cum! See my poolu spilling it’s water! Aaah!”
You are looking at me as I stare at your cock. Your fist is a blur as it runs along the length of your cock. Then you suddenly stop and raise yourself on your toes. I dare not remove my eyes from your cock.
You hear you scream softly, “Ahhh,” and at the next millisecond a stream of whitish, creamy, thick fluid erupts from the pee hole of your dick. I follow it as it slams against the wall and makes a quiet ‘splash’ sound. But then another stream explodes from your cock and follows the first. Then another. And Another. Your body jerks with every eruption. And then the ropes slow down. The amount of fluid also reduces and finally you are left with some drops falling below to the floor. In all, I counted about ten streams from your cock.
I realize I am gasping and my breaths come out heavy. Fuck! Holy mother of god! Is that how a man ejaculates? Not like a woman with juices just flowing out, but like a fountain! A water hose. Fuck! Look at all that juice on the wall and floor! What do they call it, ejaculate? Semen? Cum? I look at you and you are crouched, with your back against the wall for support.
“Oh, Kavitha! That was awesome. I have never had something like this before! Aiyoh! Fuck!! Fuuuuuckkkk!”
You look at me and your eyes widen. Without realizing it I am rubbing my cunt with my fingers. I cannot hold back. Seeing you come like that has made me go over the edge. The whole room is filled with the smell of sex, the scent of my juices and my body, the aroma of your water form your dick and your swaet. I cannot control myself. And in less than a minute, with you looking at me, staring at me with a small smile playing on your lips, I come. I have my second orgasm there with you. This time I do not cover my face or bend down. I am looking straight at you. I step closer to you as waves of pleasure ripple through my body. My hand is a blur as I continue to rub my clit as I come. And then I collapse on you, and you hold me till my climax subside. And we continue like that till we both stop gasping and heaving. We fall down on the floor in a heap and lay there until our breathing subsides. And then we look at each other and smile.
After a while you move against me and I realize your dick is big again. It is ready for action once more! I look at you and you ask, “Twenty-nine?”
I smile and laugh, shyly. I know what you want, you asshole. Don’t you know I want that too? I move a bit and you raise yourself and straddle my face and without much ado you push your thick penis in the direction of my mouth. I have already opened it, and you insert your cock in. I can smell and taste your ‘cum’. It feels so erotic. But you have started raising and falling, you are fucking my mouth already! I feel something hitting my chin and I raise my hand and cradle and handle your balls. You groan with pleasure and satisfaction. You reach behind and take my hand and position it on your ass-crack. What? You want me to touch you there? Your asshole? We only met like ten minutes ago! I go for it anyway and I feel your asshole. Its skin feels just like mine, folded and puckered and I place my finger there and poke.
I have done something wrong again, as you suddenly pull your cock out of my mouth, and scream through gritted teeth, “Ooooh.. Ammma.., Aiyoh… wait.. Wait.. don’t move!” And I lay still until you steady yourself. Looks like you had enough and you sigh and fall back on the floor.
I look at you and finally say, “I ..I want to do it..”
You turn to me sharply and ask, “Really? Are you sure? “
I nod. “Yes, fuck me. Let’s do it. Put it inside me. Use the condom, please.”
You ask, again, “Are you sure? It will hurt I think. Guys have told me…”
My friend Meena has told me as well. She says better to get it done with. It will hurt anyway. So what is to be done. She gives me a bottle of some jelly or lubricant. “Use this,” She says. “Put it inside you and on his cock after he has put on a condom. It will ease the pain.”
I show it to you and you do as I say. For this time, I go to the bed room and pull down a bed sheet and place it on the floor. I rest my head on a pillow and raise and part my thighs. You look down at my hairy crotch and your eyes bulge once again. I lower my eyes and see that your cock is jerking up and down, swaying and ready. I put my finger in my hole and lubricate it some more.
Then you fall on me. Your cock is nowhere near my hole. You are pushing and prodding and probing. I reach down and grab your cock and place it on the entrance to my hole. I see that you are finally relieved to be at the right spot.
Without warning, you thrust your torso downward, fast, hard, and with full force. ‘Where did you learn to do that’ is actually my first thought as your thick dick bursts through my lips and rips apart my womanhood and impales me. A sharp pain erupts from my pussy. I go numb, speechless and still. I don’t think I even let out a breath as I felt the needle like pain courses through my spine, my thighs, my stomach and legs. I let out a groan like, ‘Ugggh.. Aiyoh!” and I barely have time to react, when you are already pulling your dick out. Why? What? I ask, but you are not fully out of my cunt. You stop with your cock head still in my pussy and you ram it back in again. Does all this come naturally to you? I want to ask.
But you are already riding me like a train. Your arms engulf me, and you use my body to support you as you start to pummel me mercilessly. I let you do it. Somehow this doesn’t seem pleasurable to me. But that is only in the beginning. I feel some cool liquid flowing out of me and I look down at your cock and I see blood. My blood. But by now, the pain and hurt has become tolerable and I am starting to like the feel of your hard cock as it rubs against the walls of my cunt.
I want this to go on for a long time. And you also don’t seem to want to stop. You groan and moan with every stroke and call out my name. Then you stop, I think you are done but I didn’t feel anything. But you are just taking a break. You look up at me and smile and resume fucking. You put your hand between us and rub my clit. I spread my thighs to make it easier for us.
We are sweating. The drops of sweat from your forehead and hair fall like rain on my face and I open my mouth and let them fall on my tongue. You giggle as you see this but you do not stop fucking me.
But all of a sudden you lose control. You groan, “Aiyoh.. Aahh.. I am going to finish.” And then the real ramming starts. I am not sure where you get this renewed energy and strength. But you fall on me, batter and hammer me, pummel and punish me, with a brutal, fierce animal-like force that I am unable to react to. I am in shock. I just hold on to your arms and hang on as you ride me to your heart’s content.
Then you let out a scream, like an elephant that is hurting. With one mighty heave, that I think actually breaks me into two pieces, you slam hard into me and lay still. I can feel your heart beating against mine. And your cock in my cunt. Suddenly I feel it inside me, pulsating and pushing against the walls of my pussy. I realize that you are erupting inside me, inside your condom, just like you did earlier standing in front of me. For some crazy reason I count the number of times your dick pulsates in me and I count till ten until everything subsides.
We lay like that for a long time until our breathing subsides. Your head is on the pillow and I cannot see your face, but I can feel your hot breaths on me. Then you raise yourself and with an effort you pull your cock out of me. We both look down and see it covered with my juices and blood. I wince and gasp at the pain I feel as you pull out. I hear you groan as you fall off me.
We lie there for a few minutes. You get up to clean yourself, and I follow you to the bathroom. You yank the condom off and toss it in the toilet bowl. You hold your cock and you piss. I reach out and hold it for you. It is still semi-erect and warm and wet. Your sticky cum falls on to my fingers and then down. We laugh softly.
I am still hurting from the punishment you meted out. My body has never been subjected to this sort of treatment. My pussy burns. I step into the bath area and pour water over my whole body. I am surprised when you get in and help me wash. You are careful when you reach my crotch. You soap it gently and wash it. You bathe me completely. And then you dry me with a towel,
And before we step out of the bathroom, you bend down and kiss my cunt. Not a light touch. But a real deep, penetrating one. Your tongue parts my lips and licks my still sore slit. And then you turn me around and spread my ass cheeks and kiss and lick my asshole. You stand up and we kiss again.
I don’t want you to go. I want to have some more time together. Can we do this again? It hurts me, but I think I can manage. If you are willing.
I hesitate, but luckily you are thinking the same thing. I see that you are ready to do it again. Your lund is rising up like a log, once again! Matherchod! (Motherfucker!), it is so big. The purple head is like a mushroom. The skin on your cock is so black. Oh, I want to put it in my mouth.
I whisper, “Twenty two,” and you are already getting into position. In a flash you are straddling my face and your cock is inches from my mouth, and even before I can open my mouth fully, you are pushing your lund in it. You get it in, finally, and drop on my face and I can feel your cock head hit my throat and I almost choke. But you slow down immediately and slow your thrusts. I hear you gasping in pleasure as I roll my tongue on the thick vein under your cock. You punctuate your thrusts with groans and moans, “Ah, ah, ah, oooh, oooh, ooooh!”
Suddenly I am afraid that you will finish in my mouth. Meena, my friend, said that the first time her husband finished in her mouth, she really threw up, vomited on the bed! So I am scared. I feel you are losing control and I push at your thighs with my fists. Luckily you realize what I mean and you stop and pull out of my mouth. Your cock makes a ‘plop’ sound as it pops out.
I make you put on a condom and I lubricate my choot with the lotion very well. You are in a rush I can see. I spread my legs and expect you to lick me down there, but you are already between my thighs. I say, “Wait. Touch me there. Put your hand inside!”
You stop and do as I say. But I am not satisfied. “Oh..lick me, please.” I part my outer lips and expose my clit. “Suck that, suck it!” You are shocked at what I am saying, but you agree. You fall down and lap my choot. You part the folds of my pussy with your tongue and reach my clit and suck it.
I press your head down when you reach the right spot. Automatically, I rotate my torso, around and around, up and down. I feel your spit, I sense my juices mixing with your saliva and hear your slurp. I have another orgasm, right then and there. I shake my head from side to side trying to control the waves of pleasure coursing through my body. You do not wait. Even before I settle down you are up and between my thighs. You look down and hold your lund (cock) and direct it correctly this time at my hole, and it slides into my choot very smoothly. I feel it sliding along the walls of my pussy. You reach the end of your thrust. You settle down on me with a sigh.
I am still trembling from my orgasm and I don’t know what you are doing. After a while I look up at you and you have your eyes closed. I can feel you focussing completely on your lund (cock) pistoning in and out of my choot (cunt). I try to focus on that too and after a few minutes I get it. I can feel it. The vibrations from my pussy, so glorious and fantastic and improbable. I want this to go on for a long time. I know I will get another hit if you continue doing this. The area of the heat spreads from my crotch slowly.
I sense your thrusts getting harder and your end approaching. You start groaning rapidly. Your grip on my shoulders gets firmer with each of your thrusts and you are nearly hurting me. I moan through gritted teeth, but you don’t seem to care. You get into your animal mode, and you are slamming, ramming, ploughing and hammering me and it begins to hurt once more. I think I am crying. My breaths come out in sobs. And now I just want you to finish. And you do. But before that you put your hand under me, clutch me as tight as ever and then scream into my year, “Aaaaah.. Aaaaah, Kaaaaaavi, Fuuuuuckkkkkk!! Maa ki choot! (Mother’s cunt!)”
You lund (cock) explodes inside my choot (cunt). I feel it pulsating like a beating heart, pumping hard and slow, and I count the bursts, one…two…three…upto ten or eleven. And only then do you relax your hold on me. I realize I have been holding my breath and finally I release it and gasp and suck in air. We both are gasping and heaving. I feel your weight as you let yourself go and flop on me. Finally you roll off me. You reach up and kiss me on my cheek, “Oh!! Kavi, Kavi…Kavi…I love you.. Thank you.. Thank you.. Thank youuuuu!”
We don’t meet again until our wedding day
Within a year of our marriage we have tried all the positions you have sketched out for us. And we have also added a few new ones.
Everything comes naturally. You ask and I do. I ask and you oblige. But it’s you mostly. I am here to fulfill your desires and lust. We fight and argue, but we fuck and make up.
You want to cum in my mouth. “Go ahead,” I say. You want to fuck me in the ass. “Ok. But slowly, and don’t hurt me.” If it hurts, we stop. I suck your balls and lick your ass. You always keep that area clean for me. And I do the same for you, because I also like my asshole to be licked. I sit on your face, and you suck my clit until I drool the juices from my cunt into your mouth.
When I breast-feed our children, I ask you to suckle at my tits and you do it gleefully. I like to see you suck one of my nipples while my baby sucks the other. And sometimes you even finger my pussy to orgasm while I am feeding you both.
Oh! The pleasures we experienced in this full life of ours. We are so blessed! I look at you lovingly as you finish your breakfast, pick up your bag and bow me a kiss and walk out
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