Adultery Favourite Stories (Completed)
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Accidents
Oakley Samson strolled down to the water, the sound of the surf filling her ears. There was a little swell, but not enough for body surfing, she decided. She walked back to her beach umbrella and rummaged around in her bag. She pulled out a snorkel mask and some fins. She carried them over to the lagoon side and put them on. Easing into the cool water, she put her face in and swam for the reef. The fish were out in profusion, and she swam with the schools. A big crab was scuttling along and she teased it, careful to avoid the big pincher it had. She dove for an hour and swam back to the beach. There weren't many people there on a Tuesday, and she had the area pretty much to herself. She ate her sandwich and drank a bottle of water. The rest of the afternoon she spent with the fish or reading her book, and when she had enough she stood under the shower for a few minutes, rinsing off the salt.
She put her bag in the trunk and climbed in her Charger. She pulled onto the highway, winding along the shore. She felt something cold on her leg and looked down. She was holding her isolated cup between her thighs and it was leaking. She adjusted it so that it wasn't leaking. She felt a thump and heard a crash. She wasn't going very fast, maybe twenty five, but it was enough to send the bicycle and its rider flying into the grass at the side of the road. Oakley screeched to a stop on the shoulder, jumped out and ran back to where a young man lay on the grass holding his leg.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked. "I'm so sorry! Are you hurt badly?"
He looked up at her. The first thing she noticed were his intensely grey eyes. They had pain in them and his light eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. He was very good looking for a white boy, she thought.
"I'm not hurt bad," he said. "I think I may have a broken leg."
"Jesus, I'm so sorry," she said again.
"What were you doing?" he asked. "Tell me you weren't texting."
"No, I wasn't, I swear. I was holding a drink between my legs and it was spilling on me. I only looked down for a second. I'm so sorry."
"Yes, I know. You keep telling me. It's okay; I forgive you. It could happen to anyone. I've done that before. Help me up."
She put her hand out and he took it. His hand swallowed hers and when he stood up, he towered over her. She looked up at him.
"Well, you're very tall when you aren't lying on the ground," she said. "Can you walk?"
"Let's find out," he said. "Can I lean on you?"
She moved close and he put his arm around her shoulders. He resisted the impulse to stroke the silky skin of her bare shoulder. He put some weight on his leg and winced. "It's broken," he said. "It isn't badly broken, but I'm not going to walk home. Help me over to my bike."
The bike was a mess. It had a composite frame and it was broken. The rims were bent and it was obviously ruined.
"It looks like a nice bike," she told him. "Did you love it?"
"No, it's replaceable," he told her. "It was a good bike and I enjoyed riding it. I can get another bike. Is your car damaged?"
Oakley helped him hobble to the Charger and they looked at the hood. There were a couple of scratches that she thought would buff out easily.
"What are we going to do?" she asked him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Do you want to call the police?"
"Why? They would probably taze or shoot one of us. The only problem is my bike."
"What if I buy you another one?" she asked.
"Okay, that takes care of that problem. I have another one, though. I think I need to go to the hospital."
"I have insurance," she said. "I'll take you. We'll have to tell them I hit you, though."
"I don't want to do that," he said. "I have insurance, too. We'll just tell them I had a bike wreck. It has the virtue of being true. Do you know, I don't even know your name?"
"I'm sorry, I'm Oakley Sampson," she held out her hand.
He took it firmly. "Greyson Stokes," he said. "Hell of a first impression you make, Oakley." His smile that lit up those amazing gray eyes took the sting out the words.
She laughed, "This is how I get dates. I hit them with my car. Your bike is junk, Greyson. I'll put the back seats down and we'll throw it in. If you'll let me take you to a bike shop, I'll get you a new one."
"Hospital first, then bike shop," he said. "My leg is hurting like hell."
He held onto the car and hopped along to the door, letting himself in while she put the ruined bike in the trunk. She drove him to the nearest hospital and stayed with him in the emergency room. She found out that he was a marine biologist with the University of Hawaii. She told him that she was in international business and worked for Cisco. Neither one of them were married and they actually lived close to one another, in Waipahu. He didn't surf, but he did dive, both scuba and free diving.
"I'm surprised that you swim," he said.
She looked up at him and saw that he was grinning at her. "Ha, ha, so funny," she said. "You mean on account of how black people can't swim?" She laughed.
"I'm glad you laugh about stuff like that," he said.
"Why? Why would you give a damn what I think?"
"Well, we are going on a date," he said.
"Hell, we are," she looked at him. "What made you think that?"
"You hit me with your car," he said. "That's the way you get dates. That's what you told me."
Oakley laughed for a long time. "You're a clown, dude. You make me laugh. Thanks for not being a tool about me hitting you. I'm really so sorry about that."
"You can tell me more about it on our date," he said.
"I'm not going on a date with you," she told him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, let's see, I have a boyfriend, I don't know you, I don't date white boys and you don't surf. I'm sure I'll think of more in a minute. Why would I?"
"Well, I'm young, relatively well off, single, I have no hideous disfigurements. I have an extensive knowledge of local hotspots, I'm not a racist like some I could mention and you did hit me with your car."
"I'm not a racist," she said. "I can't believe you said that."
"Let's see, one of the reasons you won't go out with me is because I'm 'a white boy'. That seems at least eccentric to me. I would understand if some white guy walked up to you on the street and asked you out. You might he had some kind of twisted thing for black girls. Or, he might just think you're beautiful, interesting, have a fantastic laugh, beautiful eyes, a propensity to hit people with your car and not care at all if you're a little green girl from Mars."
That made her laugh again. "There it is," he said. "I just want to say something funny so I can listen to you laugh."
"Jesus, you know how to turn on the charm, Greyson. Okay, I guess I owe you. I did break your leg and smash your bike. I'll go out with you, once."
"Bike shop first, then go out," he said. "Well, actually cast first."
They were in the emergency room for four hours before they actually got the cast on and checked out.
"I'm just glad I wasn't having a heart attack," he said. "If it takes that long for people that have real emergencies, they're pruning the population pretty quickly. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Oakley. The bike shop is closed. Maybe we should wait for another day for the date, too. My leg hurts like hell and I'm sore all over. I feel like I've been mugged. I don't think I'm cut out for a job as a crash dummy."
"That might be best. I still don't know how I'm going to explain you to my boyfriend."
"Do you live together?"
"No, but he wants to."
"I understand; why mention me at all? It's one date. If we go on three, you should mention me. Otherwise, it's just a laugh, right?"
"I guess. I'll drive you home, Greyson. You can call me when you're feeling better and we'll talk about the other stuff."
She drove him home and found out where he lived. "Jesus, Greyson, is that your car?" she asked when they pulled up. "What is it?"
"Same thing you're driving," he said, "but from 1968. It's a Charger RT. Mine's not quite as quick as your RTS8 but it's a blast to drive and it sounds better than yours."
"Can we take it when we go out?" she asked. "I love old muscle cars."
"You're an unusual girl, Oakley," he said. "You'll have to drive it. It's a four speed and I won't be able to shift very well."
"I'm so sorry, Greyson," she told him again. "I've just screwed up your life for a while. How will you get around?"
"Stop, apologizing, Oakley," he said. "It was an accident. I'll be fine. I have a Mini with the British wheel. Give me your number and I'll call."
Oakley watched as he went up the sidewalk on his crutches. He unlocked the door and turned to wave at her. She lifted her hand and backed out.
Oakley was feeling very confused as she drove away. Very few people she had ever met had affected her like Greyson had in the short time she had been with him. She hadn't wanted to go out with him, but now she did, very badly. They had talked more in the half a day they had been together than she had with Marcus in the last six months. She had been feeling less and less satisfied with her boyfriend for a while. His inability to keep a job worried her. He had half a dozen in the eight months she had known him. She had gotten him three of them, and he always got fired. It was never his fault, according to him. He wouldn't show up for work on time, called in sick constantly and hung out with his boys, and did a bare minimum when he was there. His lack of interest in all the things she loved and his drug use were becoming huge in her mind. The sex was great, but it was hard to get motivated to have sex with someone who wouldn't talk about anything but sex, drugs and music. At twenty-five, she was well on her way to realizing dreams she had cherished ever since she was a little girl. The problem was, she was leaving behind most of the cultural things that had been such an important part of her life for years.
Now she knew Greyson, and she felt like she had never met anyone to whom she was so strongly attracted. She had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night as her mind raced. She got up and drank a glass of wine. A comedy routine on TV diverted her thoughts, and she fell asleep quickly when she went back to bed.
The next morning he texted her. "Hope your day is as good as mine is going to be thinking about Saturday."
Oakley was thrilled and she didn't want to be. Her fingers were moving before she knew it and she sent him back a smiley face. She flew to Seattle on Wednesday and didn't get back home until Friday afternoon. Greyson had texted her every day, only once a day, and kept her thinking about him. She had kept him informed of her schedule and she hadn't been home thirty minutes when the doorbell rang. It was a delivery man and he had a package for her. When she opened it, she laughed. He had gotten her three t-shirts. They all had something funny about surfing on them. There was a note that said, "I wish I was there to hear you laugh."
This was a hugely romantic guy, she thought. She couldn't remember looking forward to anything more than their date the next day. He picked her up at two-thirty in the afternoon, and he was driving the Charger. He could shift awkwardly, but he slid over and she drove. He brought her a big candy bar and she gave him a quick hug. He thought she was stunning. Her hair was a mass of shining ringlets and she had on a red top and black pants. He took her to a coffee shop and they played Scrabble together, arguing like children over made-up words. It was the most fun on a date she could ever remember. It was dinner time when they left, and he took her to a culinary school where they learned to cook paella using chicken and rabbit. They sat at a small table off the kitchen and ate their creation. Oakley thought it was very good.
After dinner she drove to the famous waterfall and pool, and they sat in folding chairs he had in the trunk. He took out two sketch books and pencils. They drew the waterfall and he got two strangers to look at their sketches and tell them which was best. They both chose Oakley's and he laughed.
"You're just more beautiful than me," he chuckled. "There was no way they were going to pick mine after they saw you."
He took her to a psychic and they had their tarot cards read. They got a kick out of discussing their reading on the way home and telling each other why they were wrong all the way back. When they pulled up in her driveway she didn't want it to end.
"We didn't go to the bike shop," she said.
"No," he said. "I've decided to give up biking and take up surfing. I live in Hawaii and it would be a waste to never learn to surf. I need lessons and I know this beautiful little girl I'm hoping will give me a lesson. I'm going to need a board, though, and I have no idea what to buy."
Oakley was touched. "Okay, Greyson; I'll help you buy a board."
"Next Saturday?" he asked.
"Okay, next Saturday. How are you going to surf with a cast on your leg?"
"I can't, but I can get a board and I can watch you. I'll get some ideas about the theory. Pick you up at two-thirty?"
Oakley wanted him to kiss her. He didn't show any signs of wanting to come in, so she waited. He came around on his crutches and opened her door. When she stood up he wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her. "I had fun, Oakley," he told her. "You're a great girl."
He tilted her head up and she offered him her lips. He kissed her deeply, but didn't press her. "Thanks, Greyson," she told him. "I had a great time. This was the best date I've ever been on. You've got imagination. Most guys take me to dinner and a movie. I like that, but this was better. Keep asking me, okay?"
He watched her walk up the sidewalk, her slender firm butt moving under the black slacks. She looked back and smiled at him. He lifted his hand and she waved as she went inside.
Oakley didn't return any of Marcus' calls or texts that week. He was angry and called her a bitch and a hoe on voice mails. She sent him a text telling him she was moving on and he shouldn't call her anymore. He left one more profanity-laced message, and she breathed a sigh of relief that he was out of her life. Her week passed quickly and she found herself thinking about Greyson every morning when she awakened. He texted her every day, just some funny little message, and she looked forward to getting them. She called him three times and they talked on the phone for hours. On Friday, she got another package. This time it was a pair of Tory Burch, miller's sandals. Oakley knew how much those costm and she loved them. She was wearing them, along with a bikini and a semi-transparent, tie-dyed wrap-around when he picked her up on Saturday.
She slipped behind the wheel and he gave her directions. They pulled up in front of a large used book store. He gave her fifty dollars. "I want you to buy a book for me that you think I should read," he told her. "I'm going to get one for you, too."
Oakley was enchanted with the idea and spent an hour finding the perfect book. It was hard to choose, but she finally settled on Soul on Ice, by Eldridge Cleaver. "I think this is essential reading to realize what being black in America is like," she told him. "My experience is better than that, but it's a microcosm I want you to understand, Greyson. I want you to understand me."
"I want to understand you, Oakley. I'll read it this week."
He bought her Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. "I just think it's a great read," he said, "and it starts to explain my philosophy of life. It all starts with Ayn Rand."
She promised to start it Monday. "I'm flying to LA," she said. "I'll read the whole way on the plane."
She took him to the Surf Garage to look at boards. They knew Oakley there, and they got Greyson hooked up with a beautiful board from Chris Christenson. He loved it and Oakley bought it for him.
"I know this didn't cost as much as your bike," she told him. "I still owe you."
"You're going to give me surfing lessons," he told her. "We'll call it good."
She drove them to Diamond Head Lighthouse and they walked down to the beach. Oakley carried her board and a folding chair. She got him sitting in the chair and went back to get her bag. He was handicapped by his crutches, but he put them by his chair and watched her. She wasn't really thinking about it when she handed him her wrap. She put sunblock on and he watched in fascination as she smoothed the lotion into her long caramel colored legs.
"Why do you wear sunblock?" he asked her.
She laughed. "I may be brown, but I'd be charcoal if I didn't. Black people burn and tan just like white people. I like my skin without melanoma, thanks."
She had on a yellow string bikini and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He could see all that firm toned flesh, and her ass was something out of fever dreams. Her hips were slender and those small firm round cheeks made him want to reach out and squeeze one. Oakley glanced over at him and she felt shy, like a high school girl going to prom. She felt her nipples stiffen and she knew he could see them in profile as she rubbed the sunblock into her tummy.
"Stop staring, Greyson; you're embarrassing me," she said.
"I can't help it," he said. "God you're gorgeous, Oakley. If you come and stand in front of me, can I touch you?"
"No!" she said. "I mean, you can touch me, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not a stuffed toy."
He thought her bikini was pretty well stuffed. Her breasts weren't huge, but he could tell they were full and heavy. Her nipples were visibly erect and he wanted to pinch one between his fingers. She picked up her board and walked to the water. Her hips rolled and her ass jiggled as she walked. She could feel his eyes on her and felt her pussy moisten at the thought that he found her beautiful. She pushed the thought aside as she paddled out to the break. When she got the break timed she rode it in. It was a long one and she had a great time. She caught a dozen more and then paddled back in to him. She put her board down and he offered her a beer. When she came close he caught her and pulled her down on his lap. She stiffened up a little and then relaxed, snuggling into his arms.
"You were amazing, Oakley," he told her. "Do you compete?"
"No, I'm not interested in that. I am pretty good, but I don't do the extreme stuff. I want to have fun, not break my neck out on the Pipeline. If you're going to do crazy stuff, I won't teach you."
"I'm going to do crazy stuff, but it doesn't involve surfing," he told her.
She looked up at him and he drowned in those big brown eyes. They had flecks of amber in them and sparkled in the sun. "What crazy stuff are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to keep asking you out," he told her. "I'm going to take you sailing to Lanai, I'm going to climb the volcano on the big island with you and I'm going to take you wind surfing. After every one of those I'm going to take you home with me. Do you know what we're going to do there?"
"Tell me," she whispered; her eyelids heavy and half closed.
"I'm going to take you to bed and it's going to be the most spiritual and erotic thing I've ever done," he said.
His hand was on the bare skin of her tummy and he was tracing designs around her little navel. She watched, paralyzed, as it moved up over her ribs and onto the material of her bikini, the contrast between his tanned white hand and her dark caramel skin made her shiver. His finger traced around one prominent nipple and she shuddered. His touch was so gentle and loving, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was very horny and it had been a long time since she wanted someone like she did Greyson. She wanted him to fuck her! The desire washed over her and she pressed her hand on his, pulling it firmly into the breast he was teasing.
She offered him her lips and moaned into his mouth as he kneaded the firm flesh of her breast under his hand.
"First I'm going to take you home with me," she whispered. "We're going to take a shower together and then you're going to spend the night with me."
"What about your boyfriend?" he asked between kisses.
"You're my boyfriend," she said. "I got rid of the other one."
"Really?" he pulled away and looked into her eyes.
"Yes, I just have room for you in my life," she told him. "Let me up and I'll show you."
He raised his hands and she packed up their stuff. "What are we going to do about your cast?" she asked him on the way to the car. "I forgot about that. Can you shower?"
"No, I just stay sweaty," he laughed. "I've been putting a garbage bag over it in the shower. Do you have a garbage bag?"
"Yes," she said. "Can we swing by your house and get you some clothes? I want you to stay with me tomorrow. Will you go to church with me?"
"Do you go often?" he asked.
"Yes, that's part of that black experience I want you to know about."
"Then I'd love to go. What will your friends think about you bringing me?"
"I don't give a damn what they think," she said. "They'll think it's odd. I've never dated a white boy before. They'll just have to get used to it or I'll make different friends. What will your friends think about me?"
"They'll think I'm the luckiest dog on earth," he laughed. "They'll think it's odd at first. I've never dated a black girl before, but most of my friends are guys. They don't think like girls. They'll wish they were me. My few friends that are girls will hate you. You're so gorgeous and sexy that they won't like you at first. Once they get to know you, they'll wish they were me, too."
"Jesus, Greyson, do you have a bunch of lesbian friends?"
"No, just a couple, but that's not what I meant," he laughed. "They'll wish they could be around you and be your friend like I am. I don't just want to fuck you, Oakley. I want us to be friends. I love being around you. Even if you never sleep with me, I just like to hang out with you. I've never known anyone like you before."
Oakley melted inside. "I like being your friend, Greyson. You're the most interesting person I've ever met. I do want to fuck you though. I want to take you home and sit on that dick."
He laughed and they pulled up in front of his house. They went inside and he showed her around. He painted and he had a little studio. "You drew bad so I could win at the waterfall," she accused him. "You're a very good artist, Greyson," she said as she looked at his paintings.
"I'd like to paint you," he told her.
"Will it be a nude?" she asked.
"I don't think I'd ever get any painting done if you were in here naked," he laughed. "Speaking of which, we have an appointment in your shower."
He picked out clothes, packed his shaving kit and she carried them to the car. She parked his car in her driveway and carried his clothes inside while he followed her on his crutches. She hung them up and went to the kitchen to find garbage bags. She was starting to itch from the salt on her skin and wanted to shower, badly. Greyson followed her to the bathroom and she made him sit in a small chair there while she took off his clothes. His shorts and t-shirt were a little wet from where she had sat on him at the beach. She unbuttoned them, opened the zipper and he lifted his butt so she could get them off. He had on boxers, and they were tented obscenely.
"Is that for me?" she asked.
"I think it is," he chuckled. "It's been like that since the minute I met you. Well, at least after I got out from under your car."
"You're so mean," she giggled. "I can't believe you brought that up."
She pulled his shirt over his head and looked at him. Damn, she thought. The man was nice! He had huge arms and his traps rose up like mountains. She squeezed his pecs. They were very large and he flexed them, making them dance under her hand.
"What the hell?" she gasped. "I've never seen anyone who could do that before. You have to teach me that trick."
Her hands slid down over his abs and she grasped the waistband of his boxers. When she pulled on them he raised his butt again. They hung on the hardness of his erection for a moment, then slid free. His cock sprang up, slapping Oakley on the chin. The boxers fell to the floor, forgotten as she stared, mesmerized at the sight of his cock. She had never seen a white cock before, at least not in the flesh, so to speak. It looked very big! She had heard all her life about how small white men were. It was obviously a lie; at least it was with Greyson. The shaft towered out of a pair of delicious looking balls. He was clean shaven and the huge purple head of his circumcised cock looked like a baseball to Oakley. She had thought Marcus had a big cock, but she had never expected anything like this. She had been just hoping not to be too disappointed. This was intimidating.
"Jesus, Greyson," she said. "How do you walk around with that damn thing? I don't know about this, baby. I've never had anything that size in me. Don't hurt me, okay?"
"I'd rather eat nails," he told her. "Have I ever been rough with you, Oakley?"
"No, just don't start now. You could injure someone with that."
Greyson pulled her close so he could reach her. He untied the wrap and she stood in front of him in her bikini. He pulled the bow at her back and the top dropped to the floor. Her luscious breasts fell out. They were a shade lighter than her caramel skin, a coffee with lots of cream color. Her areolas were small for the size of her breasts, barely bigger than a quarter. Her nipples were small, too, just little pencil eraser sized nubs, a milk chocolate color, capping the tip of each breast. Her breasts were full and heavy, the bottoms swelling and the nipples high, tilting slightly upward. He palmed them and gently pinched her nipples. She moaned and he let his hands slide down over the dramatic swell of her hips to pull the bows at her sides. She had a tiny sunburst tattoo in the hollow of one hip where the bikini had hidden it. She had a neatly trimmed strip of black tight curls, and below that the most beautiful pussy lips Greyson had ever seen. The lips were fat and bare, the skin silky and a little darker than her thighs.
He could see dusky inner lips and a hint of pale pink showing inside. She knelt in front of him and slipped the garbage bag over his cast. Pulling on the drawstring, she tied it tightly just below his knee. She pulled him to his feet and he wrapped one arm around her naked shoulders. His touch made her shiver and she helped him into the shower.
They took turns washing each other, their hands exploring the unfamiliar territory and Oakley was so horny she couldn't stand still. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the wetness of her pussy that had nothing to do with the shower. He soaped up her breasts, turning her so that her back was against him. She felt his cock slide between her ass cheeks, under her and over her slick pussy lips between her thighs. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly and stretching them out until they slid from his fingers, slippery with soap.
He washed her back and knelt, soaping up the most fantastic ass he had ever seen. He spread her cheeks and soaped up the little brown rosebud, rubbing it firmly as she shuddered under the sensation. When he turned her around, he kept kneeling and washed her pussy, his finger sliding between the dusky inner lips and up over her clitoris. She moaned, thrusting toward him and he rinsed away the soap. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy and when his tongue came out and tickled her clitoris, she groaned and held his head in her hands.
He parted her lips with his tongue and lapped at her inner lips, penetrating her entrance before moving up over the small labia. She continued to moan and push her little pussy against his tongue. Oakley loved having her pussy eaten, but most of her previous boyfriends hadn't cared for it much. Greyson seemed to love it, too, as his tongue pushed firmly against her clit. He teased it out of hiding, and it elongated and stiffened under his touch. He circled it with his tongue, firmly stroking the base and moving upward to flick at the engorged head. He felt her thighs begin to tremble and her belly sucked in and out with her arousal.
The trembling became more pronounced and he felt her body tense. He cupped her ass in his big hands and pulled her into him as the warm water cascaded over them. He sucked the clitoris and hood into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue, flicking it rapidly back and forth and Oakley moaned loudly. She could feel the tension building, centered on her clitoris. When she felt his long finger slip between her lips and plunge deeply inside her, the feelings emanating from her pussy became overwhelming. She groaned and pushed herself against him. She felt his finger curling up inside her and he touched something that she had never felt before. There was a spot inside her that he was tickling that drove her wild. She felt the sensation flash over her, setting her on fire and the tension that had been building in her body exploded, the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt, causing her to thrust wildly against his hand and mouth.
She convulsed, causing him to lose contact with his lips but his finger continued to drive into her, keeping her coming and tickling that spot with fire. She thought she was going to pass out, her blood pounding and her breath coming in gasps. She twisted her hips, trying desperately to escape his finger in her.
"Stop, Greyson," she begged. "Please, that was soooo good but you're killing me. I'm going to pass out! Please, let me rest for a minute."
He slowly withdrew his finger and stood up, wrapping her in his arms and cradling her head against his chest. Her mop of wet black ringlets were cradled in one hand and Greyson thought she looked adorable. Her features had that slack look of prolonged sexual excitement, and her eyes were half closed as she shuddered against him.
Oakley could feel his erection throbbing between her legs and she wanted him inside her. She let him hold her for a long time while her breathing slowed and her racing heart eased. She looked up at him and he kissed her passionately. They held the kiss for a long time until she broke it and turned off the water. They dried each other off and she helped him hobble to her bed. She climbed in on top of him and he held her little body in his arms. They cuddled and kissed for a long time, whispering to each other. Little love things and sexy things as they nuzzled and kissed one another.
He rolled her over and lay over her. "No, Greyson, I want to blow you," she said.
"Maybe later," he told her. "I want to be inside you. I need to make love to you, Oakley. I want slow and sweet right now. We can do hot and nasty later, okay?"
She nodded, "Ok, Greyson, but I want that big cock in my mouth. I'm going to love that."
She felt him move down and his cock slid down over her clit, through her pussy lips and lodged at her entrance. Her pussy was dripping wet and the huge head slid easily through her lips and inside her. She gasped and stiffened as her little pussy lips stretched around him.
"Wait, baby," she pushed at him. "Jesus that's huge. Let me get used to it a minute. Damn, you've got a big cock. Just wait a second."
She drew a deep, shuddering breath and pulled at him. He moved deeper, sliding into her in a long slow plunge. She felt him sinking into her and it felt so hot, burning her to the core. She felt her pussy expanding, fluttering around the cock inside her. He was deeper inside her than anything she had ever felt and the girth of this invader was stretching her wider than she had ever believed possible. She felt him push even deeper and she began to panic a little.
"Greyson, wait a minute. I need to rest again," she begged. "Jesus Christ, baby, how much more is there?"
"Almost there," he said. "If you can't take it, that's okay. This feels fantastic now. You're so tight and hot, Oakley! Your pussy is so sweet; do you want to just make love with this?"
It was starting to feel amazing inside her as she began to cope with the sensation of being stuffed so full. She wanted it all but she was afraid.
"Just use this for a minute," she moaned. "Give me this and then you can go deeper after we get going."
He drew back a few inches and then reoccupied the conquered territory again. He did it again and they found a rhythm as he moved inside her. She could feel her pussy lips being dragged out, clinging to the shaft inside her as he withdrew and pushing back inside as he thrust. The sensation was driving her wild! His cock was scraping over her little clit and she was rapidly rising to orgasm. His thrusts began going deeper and she felt the head of his cock bump against the back of her pussy as his pelvic bone began to rub against her clit. He was all the way inside her and the feeling of being stuffed with that cock was driving her over the edge. She felt a scream boil up from inside her as her thighs trembled and her body attempted to bridge up off the bed. Her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave and she heard Greyson moaning over her.
"Oh, God, baby," she screamed. "Fuck, I'm coming! Oh Jesus, Greyson, oh my God I'm coming; coming so hard. Oh, oh, oh fuck; come with me!"
She felt his cock swell even larger and then he was coming in her, the hot, ropey streams bathing her cervix and soothing the chafed walls of her little pussy. She exploded all over again when she felt his cum splashing inside her and she writhed in passion as she continued to come, over and over, her body thrashing without control under him. She gave tongue to her pleasure, moaning and crying out as the contractions rippled through her pussy. He pushed deep, holding fully sheathed inside her and she felt her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for the last few drops of cum.
"Oh, God," she panted. "That was the most amazing thing. Damn, you're a good lover, Greyson. You made me come like a firecracker. I've never come like that with anyone! I'm worn though, baby. Jesus, I feel like I've been swimming for a hundred miles. God, that was good."
She pulled him down so she could kiss him, her full, luscious lips crushed under his chest. She could feel him slowly deflating inside her and he rolled off, pulling her to spoon against him and entering her from behind with his still semi-erect cock."
"I like to be inside you," he said. "If we go to sleep, I want to sleep inside you. I'll stay kind of hard like this for a long time."
He wrapped her in his arms and she sighed with contentment as she felt his hand cupping one big breast. He nibbled on the back of her neck and she giggled. His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered in it.
"Oakley, I think I'm in love with you."
She turned to look at him, her dark eyes liquid pools. "I know," she whispered. "I think I'm in love with you, too. I never intended this to happen, Greyson. I'm so glad I ran over you."
He shouted with laughter. "Yeah, me, too. You can run over me anytime as long as it ends up here."
Oakley relaxed, loving the feeling of his cock inside her. Her eyes closed and she drifted off, looking forward to waking up in his arms.
by blackrandl1958
Oakley Samson strolled down to the water, the sound of the surf filling her ears. There was a little swell, but not enough for body surfing, she decided. She walked back to her beach umbrella and rummaged around in her bag. She pulled out a snorkel mask and some fins. She carried them over to the lagoon side and put them on. Easing into the cool water, she put her face in and swam for the reef. The fish were out in profusion, and she swam with the schools. A big crab was scuttling along and she teased it, careful to avoid the big pincher it had. She dove for an hour and swam back to the beach. There weren't many people there on a Tuesday, and she had the area pretty much to herself. She ate her sandwich and drank a bottle of water. The rest of the afternoon she spent with the fish or reading her book, and when she had enough she stood under the shower for a few minutes, rinsing off the salt.
She put her bag in the trunk and climbed in her Charger. She pulled onto the highway, winding along the shore. She felt something cold on her leg and looked down. She was holding her isolated cup between her thighs and it was leaking. She adjusted it so that it wasn't leaking. She felt a thump and heard a crash. She wasn't going very fast, maybe twenty five, but it was enough to send the bicycle and its rider flying into the grass at the side of the road. Oakley screeched to a stop on the shoulder, jumped out and ran back to where a young man lay on the grass holding his leg.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" she asked. "I'm so sorry! Are you hurt badly?"
He looked up at her. The first thing she noticed were his intensely grey eyes. They had pain in them and his light eyebrows were drawn together in a frown. He was very good looking for a white boy, she thought.
"I'm not hurt bad," he said. "I think I may have a broken leg."
"Jesus, I'm so sorry," she said again.
"What were you doing?" he asked. "Tell me you weren't texting."
"No, I wasn't, I swear. I was holding a drink between my legs and it was spilling on me. I only looked down for a second. I'm so sorry."
"Yes, I know. You keep telling me. It's okay; I forgive you. It could happen to anyone. I've done that before. Help me up."
She put her hand out and he took it. His hand swallowed hers and when he stood up, he towered over her. She looked up at him.
"Well, you're very tall when you aren't lying on the ground," she said. "Can you walk?"
"Let's find out," he said. "Can I lean on you?"
She moved close and he put his arm around her shoulders. He resisted the impulse to stroke the silky skin of her bare shoulder. He put some weight on his leg and winced. "It's broken," he said. "It isn't badly broken, but I'm not going to walk home. Help me over to my bike."
The bike was a mess. It had a composite frame and it was broken. The rims were bent and it was obviously ruined.
"It looks like a nice bike," she told him. "Did you love it?"
"No, it's replaceable," he told her. "It was a good bike and I enjoyed riding it. I can get another bike. Is your car damaged?"
Oakley helped him hobble to the Charger and they looked at the hood. There were a couple of scratches that she thought would buff out easily.
"What are we going to do?" she asked him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Do you want to call the police?"
"Why? They would probably taze or shoot one of us. The only problem is my bike."
"What if I buy you another one?" she asked.
"Okay, that takes care of that problem. I have another one, though. I think I need to go to the hospital."
"I have insurance," she said. "I'll take you. We'll have to tell them I hit you, though."
"I don't want to do that," he said. "I have insurance, too. We'll just tell them I had a bike wreck. It has the virtue of being true. Do you know, I don't even know your name?"
"I'm sorry, I'm Oakley Sampson," she held out her hand.
He took it firmly. "Greyson Stokes," he said. "Hell of a first impression you make, Oakley." His smile that lit up those amazing gray eyes took the sting out the words.
She laughed, "This is how I get dates. I hit them with my car. Your bike is junk, Greyson. I'll put the back seats down and we'll throw it in. If you'll let me take you to a bike shop, I'll get you a new one."
"Hospital first, then bike shop," he said. "My leg is hurting like hell."
He held onto the car and hopped along to the door, letting himself in while she put the ruined bike in the trunk. She drove him to the nearest hospital and stayed with him in the emergency room. She found out that he was a marine biologist with the University of Hawaii. She told him that she was in international business and worked for Cisco. Neither one of them were married and they actually lived close to one another, in Waipahu. He didn't surf, but he did dive, both scuba and free diving.
"I'm surprised that you swim," he said.
She looked up at him and saw that he was grinning at her. "Ha, ha, so funny," she said. "You mean on account of how black people can't swim?" She laughed.
"I'm glad you laugh about stuff like that," he said.
"Why? Why would you give a damn what I think?"
"Well, we are going on a date," he said.
"Hell, we are," she looked at him. "What made you think that?"
"You hit me with your car," he said. "That's the way you get dates. That's what you told me."
Oakley laughed for a long time. "You're a clown, dude. You make me laugh. Thanks for not being a tool about me hitting you. I'm really so sorry about that."
"You can tell me more about it on our date," he said.
"I'm not going on a date with you," she told him.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Well, let's see, I have a boyfriend, I don't know you, I don't date white boys and you don't surf. I'm sure I'll think of more in a minute. Why would I?"
"Well, I'm young, relatively well off, single, I have no hideous disfigurements. I have an extensive knowledge of local hotspots, I'm not a racist like some I could mention and you did hit me with your car."
"I'm not a racist," she said. "I can't believe you said that."
"Let's see, one of the reasons you won't go out with me is because I'm 'a white boy'. That seems at least eccentric to me. I would understand if some white guy walked up to you on the street and asked you out. You might he had some kind of twisted thing for black girls. Or, he might just think you're beautiful, interesting, have a fantastic laugh, beautiful eyes, a propensity to hit people with your car and not care at all if you're a little green girl from Mars."
That made her laugh again. "There it is," he said. "I just want to say something funny so I can listen to you laugh."
"Jesus, you know how to turn on the charm, Greyson. Okay, I guess I owe you. I did break your leg and smash your bike. I'll go out with you, once."
"Bike shop first, then go out," he said. "Well, actually cast first."
They were in the emergency room for four hours before they actually got the cast on and checked out.
"I'm just glad I wasn't having a heart attack," he said. "If it takes that long for people that have real emergencies, they're pruning the population pretty quickly. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, Oakley. The bike shop is closed. Maybe we should wait for another day for the date, too. My leg hurts like hell and I'm sore all over. I feel like I've been mugged. I don't think I'm cut out for a job as a crash dummy."
"That might be best. I still don't know how I'm going to explain you to my boyfriend."
"Do you live together?"
"No, but he wants to."
"I understand; why mention me at all? It's one date. If we go on three, you should mention me. Otherwise, it's just a laugh, right?"
"I guess. I'll drive you home, Greyson. You can call me when you're feeling better and we'll talk about the other stuff."
She drove him home and found out where he lived. "Jesus, Greyson, is that your car?" she asked when they pulled up. "What is it?"
"Same thing you're driving," he said, "but from 1968. It's a Charger RT. Mine's not quite as quick as your RTS8 but it's a blast to drive and it sounds better than yours."
"Can we take it when we go out?" she asked. "I love old muscle cars."
"You're an unusual girl, Oakley," he said. "You'll have to drive it. It's a four speed and I won't be able to shift very well."
"I'm so sorry, Greyson," she told him again. "I've just screwed up your life for a while. How will you get around?"
"Stop, apologizing, Oakley," he said. "It was an accident. I'll be fine. I have a Mini with the British wheel. Give me your number and I'll call."
Oakley watched as he went up the sidewalk on his crutches. He unlocked the door and turned to wave at her. She lifted her hand and backed out.
Oakley was feeling very confused as she drove away. Very few people she had ever met had affected her like Greyson had in the short time she had been with him. She hadn't wanted to go out with him, but now she did, very badly. They had talked more in the half a day they had been together than she had with Marcus in the last six months. She had been feeling less and less satisfied with her boyfriend for a while. His inability to keep a job worried her. He had half a dozen in the eight months she had known him. She had gotten him three of them, and he always got fired. It was never his fault, according to him. He wouldn't show up for work on time, called in sick constantly and hung out with his boys, and did a bare minimum when he was there. His lack of interest in all the things she loved and his drug use were becoming huge in her mind. The sex was great, but it was hard to get motivated to have sex with someone who wouldn't talk about anything but sex, drugs and music. At twenty-five, she was well on her way to realizing dreams she had cherished ever since she was a little girl. The problem was, she was leaving behind most of the cultural things that had been such an important part of her life for years.
Now she knew Greyson, and she felt like she had never met anyone to whom she was so strongly attracted. She had a lot of trouble falling asleep that night as her mind raced. She got up and drank a glass of wine. A comedy routine on TV diverted her thoughts, and she fell asleep quickly when she went back to bed.
The next morning he texted her. "Hope your day is as good as mine is going to be thinking about Saturday."
Oakley was thrilled and she didn't want to be. Her fingers were moving before she knew it and she sent him back a smiley face. She flew to Seattle on Wednesday and didn't get back home until Friday afternoon. Greyson had texted her every day, only once a day, and kept her thinking about him. She had kept him informed of her schedule and she hadn't been home thirty minutes when the doorbell rang. It was a delivery man and he had a package for her. When she opened it, she laughed. He had gotten her three t-shirts. They all had something funny about surfing on them. There was a note that said, "I wish I was there to hear you laugh."
This was a hugely romantic guy, she thought. She couldn't remember looking forward to anything more than their date the next day. He picked her up at two-thirty in the afternoon, and he was driving the Charger. He could shift awkwardly, but he slid over and she drove. He brought her a big candy bar and she gave him a quick hug. He thought she was stunning. Her hair was a mass of shining ringlets and she had on a red top and black pants. He took her to a coffee shop and they played Scrabble together, arguing like children over made-up words. It was the most fun on a date she could ever remember. It was dinner time when they left, and he took her to a culinary school where they learned to cook paella using chicken and rabbit. They sat at a small table off the kitchen and ate their creation. Oakley thought it was very good.
After dinner she drove to the famous waterfall and pool, and they sat in folding chairs he had in the trunk. He took out two sketch books and pencils. They drew the waterfall and he got two strangers to look at their sketches and tell them which was best. They both chose Oakley's and he laughed.
"You're just more beautiful than me," he chuckled. "There was no way they were going to pick mine after they saw you."
He took her to a psychic and they had their tarot cards read. They got a kick out of discussing their reading on the way home and telling each other why they were wrong all the way back. When they pulled up in her driveway she didn't want it to end.
"We didn't go to the bike shop," she said.
"No," he said. "I've decided to give up biking and take up surfing. I live in Hawaii and it would be a waste to never learn to surf. I need lessons and I know this beautiful little girl I'm hoping will give me a lesson. I'm going to need a board, though, and I have no idea what to buy."
Oakley was touched. "Okay, Greyson; I'll help you buy a board."
"Next Saturday?" he asked.
"Okay, next Saturday. How are you going to surf with a cast on your leg?"
"I can't, but I can get a board and I can watch you. I'll get some ideas about the theory. Pick you up at two-thirty?"
Oakley wanted him to kiss her. He didn't show any signs of wanting to come in, so she waited. He came around on his crutches and opened her door. When she stood up he wrapped her in his arms and squeezed her. "I had fun, Oakley," he told her. "You're a great girl."
He tilted her head up and she offered him her lips. He kissed her deeply, but didn't press her. "Thanks, Greyson," she told him. "I had a great time. This was the best date I've ever been on. You've got imagination. Most guys take me to dinner and a movie. I like that, but this was better. Keep asking me, okay?"
He watched her walk up the sidewalk, her slender firm butt moving under the black slacks. She looked back and smiled at him. He lifted his hand and she waved as she went inside.
Oakley didn't return any of Marcus' calls or texts that week. He was angry and called her a bitch and a hoe on voice mails. She sent him a text telling him she was moving on and he shouldn't call her anymore. He left one more profanity-laced message, and she breathed a sigh of relief that he was out of her life. Her week passed quickly and she found herself thinking about Greyson every morning when she awakened. He texted her every day, just some funny little message, and she looked forward to getting them. She called him three times and they talked on the phone for hours. On Friday, she got another package. This time it was a pair of Tory Burch, miller's sandals. Oakley knew how much those costm and she loved them. She was wearing them, along with a bikini and a semi-transparent, tie-dyed wrap-around when he picked her up on Saturday.
She slipped behind the wheel and he gave her directions. They pulled up in front of a large used book store. He gave her fifty dollars. "I want you to buy a book for me that you think I should read," he told her. "I'm going to get one for you, too."
Oakley was enchanted with the idea and spent an hour finding the perfect book. It was hard to choose, but she finally settled on Soul on Ice, by Eldridge Cleaver. "I think this is essential reading to realize what being black in America is like," she told him. "My experience is better than that, but it's a microcosm I want you to understand, Greyson. I want you to understand me."
"I want to understand you, Oakley. I'll read it this week."
He bought her Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand. "I just think it's a great read," he said, "and it starts to explain my philosophy of life. It all starts with Ayn Rand."
She promised to start it Monday. "I'm flying to LA," she said. "I'll read the whole way on the plane."
She took him to the Surf Garage to look at boards. They knew Oakley there, and they got Greyson hooked up with a beautiful board from Chris Christenson. He loved it and Oakley bought it for him.
"I know this didn't cost as much as your bike," she told him. "I still owe you."
"You're going to give me surfing lessons," he told her. "We'll call it good."
She drove them to Diamond Head Lighthouse and they walked down to the beach. Oakley carried her board and a folding chair. She got him sitting in the chair and went back to get her bag. He was handicapped by his crutches, but he put them by his chair and watched her. She wasn't really thinking about it when she handed him her wrap. She put sunblock on and he watched in fascination as she smoothed the lotion into her long caramel colored legs.
"Why do you wear sunblock?" he asked her.
She laughed. "I may be brown, but I'd be charcoal if I didn't. Black people burn and tan just like white people. I like my skin without melanoma, thanks."
She had on a yellow string bikini and he thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He could see all that firm toned flesh, and her ass was something out of fever dreams. Her hips were slender and those small firm round cheeks made him want to reach out and squeeze one. Oakley glanced over at him and she felt shy, like a high school girl going to prom. She felt her nipples stiffen and she knew he could see them in profile as she rubbed the sunblock into her tummy.
"Stop staring, Greyson; you're embarrassing me," she said.
"I can't help it," he said. "God you're gorgeous, Oakley. If you come and stand in front of me, can I touch you?"
"No!" she said. "I mean, you can touch me, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not a stuffed toy."
He thought her bikini was pretty well stuffed. Her breasts weren't huge, but he could tell they were full and heavy. Her nipples were visibly erect and he wanted to pinch one between his fingers. She picked up her board and walked to the water. Her hips rolled and her ass jiggled as she walked. She could feel his eyes on her and felt her pussy moisten at the thought that he found her beautiful. She pushed the thought aside as she paddled out to the break. When she got the break timed she rode it in. It was a long one and she had a great time. She caught a dozen more and then paddled back in to him. She put her board down and he offered her a beer. When she came close he caught her and pulled her down on his lap. She stiffened up a little and then relaxed, snuggling into his arms.
"You were amazing, Oakley," he told her. "Do you compete?"
"No, I'm not interested in that. I am pretty good, but I don't do the extreme stuff. I want to have fun, not break my neck out on the Pipeline. If you're going to do crazy stuff, I won't teach you."
"I'm going to do crazy stuff, but it doesn't involve surfing," he told her.
She looked up at him and he drowned in those big brown eyes. They had flecks of amber in them and sparkled in the sun. "What crazy stuff are you going to do?" she asked.
"I'm going to keep asking you out," he told her. "I'm going to take you sailing to Lanai, I'm going to climb the volcano on the big island with you and I'm going to take you wind surfing. After every one of those I'm going to take you home with me. Do you know what we're going to do there?"
"Tell me," she whispered; her eyelids heavy and half closed.
"I'm going to take you to bed and it's going to be the most spiritual and erotic thing I've ever done," he said.
His hand was on the bare skin of her tummy and he was tracing designs around her little navel. She watched, paralyzed, as it moved up over her ribs and onto the material of her bikini, the contrast between his tanned white hand and her dark caramel skin made her shiver. His finger traced around one prominent nipple and she shuddered. His touch was so gentle and loving, like nothing she had ever experienced before. She was very horny and it had been a long time since she wanted someone like she did Greyson. She wanted him to fuck her! The desire washed over her and she pressed her hand on his, pulling it firmly into the breast he was teasing.
She offered him her lips and moaned into his mouth as he kneaded the firm flesh of her breast under his hand.
"First I'm going to take you home with me," she whispered. "We're going to take a shower together and then you're going to spend the night with me."
"What about your boyfriend?" he asked between kisses.
"You're my boyfriend," she said. "I got rid of the other one."
"Really?" he pulled away and looked into her eyes.
"Yes, I just have room for you in my life," she told him. "Let me up and I'll show you."
He raised his hands and she packed up their stuff. "What are we going to do about your cast?" she asked him on the way to the car. "I forgot about that. Can you shower?"
"No, I just stay sweaty," he laughed. "I've been putting a garbage bag over it in the shower. Do you have a garbage bag?"
"Yes," she said. "Can we swing by your house and get you some clothes? I want you to stay with me tomorrow. Will you go to church with me?"
"Do you go often?" he asked.
"Yes, that's part of that black experience I want you to know about."
"Then I'd love to go. What will your friends think about you bringing me?"
"I don't give a damn what they think," she said. "They'll think it's odd. I've never dated a white boy before. They'll just have to get used to it or I'll make different friends. What will your friends think about me?"
"They'll think I'm the luckiest dog on earth," he laughed. "They'll think it's odd at first. I've never dated a black girl before, but most of my friends are guys. They don't think like girls. They'll wish they were me. My few friends that are girls will hate you. You're so gorgeous and sexy that they won't like you at first. Once they get to know you, they'll wish they were me, too."
"Jesus, Greyson, do you have a bunch of lesbian friends?"
"No, just a couple, but that's not what I meant," he laughed. "They'll wish they could be around you and be your friend like I am. I don't just want to fuck you, Oakley. I want us to be friends. I love being around you. Even if you never sleep with me, I just like to hang out with you. I've never known anyone like you before."
Oakley melted inside. "I like being your friend, Greyson. You're the most interesting person I've ever met. I do want to fuck you though. I want to take you home and sit on that dick."
He laughed and they pulled up in front of his house. They went inside and he showed her around. He painted and he had a little studio. "You drew bad so I could win at the waterfall," she accused him. "You're a very good artist, Greyson," she said as she looked at his paintings.
"I'd like to paint you," he told her.
"Will it be a nude?" she asked.
"I don't think I'd ever get any painting done if you were in here naked," he laughed. "Speaking of which, we have an appointment in your shower."
He picked out clothes, packed his shaving kit and she carried them to the car. She parked his car in her driveway and carried his clothes inside while he followed her on his crutches. She hung them up and went to the kitchen to find garbage bags. She was starting to itch from the salt on her skin and wanted to shower, badly. Greyson followed her to the bathroom and she made him sit in a small chair there while she took off his clothes. His shorts and t-shirt were a little wet from where she had sat on him at the beach. She unbuttoned them, opened the zipper and he lifted his butt so she could get them off. He had on boxers, and they were tented obscenely.
"Is that for me?" she asked.
"I think it is," he chuckled. "It's been like that since the minute I met you. Well, at least after I got out from under your car."
"You're so mean," she giggled. "I can't believe you brought that up."
She pulled his shirt over his head and looked at him. Damn, she thought. The man was nice! He had huge arms and his traps rose up like mountains. She squeezed his pecs. They were very large and he flexed them, making them dance under her hand.
"What the hell?" she gasped. "I've never seen anyone who could do that before. You have to teach me that trick."
Her hands slid down over his abs and she grasped the waistband of his boxers. When she pulled on them he raised his butt again. They hung on the hardness of his erection for a moment, then slid free. His cock sprang up, slapping Oakley on the chin. The boxers fell to the floor, forgotten as she stared, mesmerized at the sight of his cock. She had never seen a white cock before, at least not in the flesh, so to speak. It looked very big! She had heard all her life about how small white men were. It was obviously a lie; at least it was with Greyson. The shaft towered out of a pair of delicious looking balls. He was clean shaven and the huge purple head of his circumcised cock looked like a baseball to Oakley. She had thought Marcus had a big cock, but she had never expected anything like this. She had been just hoping not to be too disappointed. This was intimidating.
"Jesus, Greyson," she said. "How do you walk around with that damn thing? I don't know about this, baby. I've never had anything that size in me. Don't hurt me, okay?"
"I'd rather eat nails," he told her. "Have I ever been rough with you, Oakley?"
"No, just don't start now. You could injure someone with that."
Greyson pulled her close so he could reach her. He untied the wrap and she stood in front of him in her bikini. He pulled the bow at her back and the top dropped to the floor. Her luscious breasts fell out. They were a shade lighter than her caramel skin, a coffee with lots of cream color. Her areolas were small for the size of her breasts, barely bigger than a quarter. Her nipples were small, too, just little pencil eraser sized nubs, a milk chocolate color, capping the tip of each breast. Her breasts were full and heavy, the bottoms swelling and the nipples high, tilting slightly upward. He palmed them and gently pinched her nipples. She moaned and he let his hands slide down over the dramatic swell of her hips to pull the bows at her sides. She had a tiny sunburst tattoo in the hollow of one hip where the bikini had hidden it. She had a neatly trimmed strip of black tight curls, and below that the most beautiful pussy lips Greyson had ever seen. The lips were fat and bare, the skin silky and a little darker than her thighs.
He could see dusky inner lips and a hint of pale pink showing inside. She knelt in front of him and slipped the garbage bag over his cast. Pulling on the drawstring, she tied it tightly just below his knee. She pulled him to his feet and he wrapped one arm around her naked shoulders. His touch made her shiver and she helped him into the shower.
They took turns washing each other, their hands exploring the unfamiliar territory and Oakley was so horny she couldn't stand still. She rubbed her thighs together, feeling the wetness of her pussy that had nothing to do with the shower. He soaped up her breasts, turning her so that her back was against him. She felt his cock slide between her ass cheeks, under her and over her slick pussy lips between her thighs. He squeezed and kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly and stretching them out until they slid from his fingers, slippery with soap.
He washed her back and knelt, soaping up the most fantastic ass he had ever seen. He spread her cheeks and soaped up the little brown rosebud, rubbing it firmly as she shuddered under the sensation. When he turned her around, he kept kneeling and washed her pussy, his finger sliding between the dusky inner lips and up over her clitoris. She moaned, thrusting toward him and he rinsed away the soap. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy and when his tongue came out and tickled her clitoris, she groaned and held his head in her hands.
He parted her lips with his tongue and lapped at her inner lips, penetrating her entrance before moving up over the small labia. She continued to moan and push her little pussy against his tongue. Oakley loved having her pussy eaten, but most of her previous boyfriends hadn't cared for it much. Greyson seemed to love it, too, as his tongue pushed firmly against her clit. He teased it out of hiding, and it elongated and stiffened under his touch. He circled it with his tongue, firmly stroking the base and moving upward to flick at the engorged head. He felt her thighs begin to tremble and her belly sucked in and out with her arousal.
The trembling became more pronounced and he felt her body tense. He cupped her ass in his big hands and pulled her into him as the warm water cascaded over them. He sucked the clitoris and hood into his mouth and attacked it with his tongue, flicking it rapidly back and forth and Oakley moaned loudly. She could feel the tension building, centered on her clitoris. When she felt his long finger slip between her lips and plunge deeply inside her, the feelings emanating from her pussy became overwhelming. She groaned and pushed herself against him. She felt his finger curling up inside her and he touched something that she had never felt before. There was a spot inside her that he was tickling that drove her wild. She felt the sensation flash over her, setting her on fire and the tension that had been building in her body exploded, the most powerful orgasm she had ever felt, causing her to thrust wildly against his hand and mouth.
She convulsed, causing him to lose contact with his lips but his finger continued to drive into her, keeping her coming and tickling that spot with fire. She thought she was going to pass out, her blood pounding and her breath coming in gasps. She twisted her hips, trying desperately to escape his finger in her.
"Stop, Greyson," she begged. "Please, that was soooo good but you're killing me. I'm going to pass out! Please, let me rest for a minute."
He slowly withdrew his finger and stood up, wrapping her in his arms and cradling her head against his chest. Her mop of wet black ringlets were cradled in one hand and Greyson thought she looked adorable. Her features had that slack look of prolonged sexual excitement, and her eyes were half closed as she shuddered against him.
Oakley could feel his erection throbbing between her legs and she wanted him inside her. She let him hold her for a long time while her breathing slowed and her racing heart eased. She looked up at him and he kissed her passionately. They held the kiss for a long time until she broke it and turned off the water. They dried each other off and she helped him hobble to her bed. She climbed in on top of him and he held her little body in his arms. They cuddled and kissed for a long time, whispering to each other. Little love things and sexy things as they nuzzled and kissed one another.
He rolled her over and lay over her. "No, Greyson, I want to blow you," she said.
"Maybe later," he told her. "I want to be inside you. I need to make love to you, Oakley. I want slow and sweet right now. We can do hot and nasty later, okay?"
She nodded, "Ok, Greyson, but I want that big cock in my mouth. I'm going to love that."
She felt him move down and his cock slid down over her clit, through her pussy lips and lodged at her entrance. Her pussy was dripping wet and the huge head slid easily through her lips and inside her. She gasped and stiffened as her little pussy lips stretched around him.
"Wait, baby," she pushed at him. "Jesus that's huge. Let me get used to it a minute. Damn, you've got a big cock. Just wait a second."
She drew a deep, shuddering breath and pulled at him. He moved deeper, sliding into her in a long slow plunge. She felt him sinking into her and it felt so hot, burning her to the core. She felt her pussy expanding, fluttering around the cock inside her. He was deeper inside her than anything she had ever felt and the girth of this invader was stretching her wider than she had ever believed possible. She felt him push even deeper and she began to panic a little.
"Greyson, wait a minute. I need to rest again," she begged. "Jesus Christ, baby, how much more is there?"
"Almost there," he said. "If you can't take it, that's okay. This feels fantastic now. You're so tight and hot, Oakley! Your pussy is so sweet; do you want to just make love with this?"
It was starting to feel amazing inside her as she began to cope with the sensation of being stuffed so full. She wanted it all but she was afraid.
"Just use this for a minute," she moaned. "Give me this and then you can go deeper after we get going."
He drew back a few inches and then reoccupied the conquered territory again. He did it again and they found a rhythm as he moved inside her. She could feel her pussy lips being dragged out, clinging to the shaft inside her as he withdrew and pushing back inside as he thrust. The sensation was driving her wild! His cock was scraping over her little clit and she was rapidly rising to orgasm. His thrusts began going deeper and she felt the head of his cock bump against the back of her pussy as his pelvic bone began to rub against her clit. He was all the way inside her and the feeling of being stuffed with that cock was driving her over the edge. She felt a scream boil up from inside her as her thighs trembled and her body attempted to bridge up off the bed. Her orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave and she heard Greyson moaning over her.
"Oh, God, baby," she screamed. "Fuck, I'm coming! Oh Jesus, Greyson, oh my God I'm coming; coming so hard. Oh, oh, oh fuck; come with me!"
She felt his cock swell even larger and then he was coming in her, the hot, ropey streams bathing her cervix and soothing the chafed walls of her little pussy. She exploded all over again when she felt his cum splashing inside her and she writhed in passion as she continued to come, over and over, her body thrashing without control under him. She gave tongue to her pleasure, moaning and crying out as the contractions rippled through her pussy. He pushed deep, holding fully sheathed inside her and she felt her pussy contracting around his cock, milking him for the last few drops of cum.
"Oh, God," she panted. "That was the most amazing thing. Damn, you're a good lover, Greyson. You made me come like a firecracker. I've never come like that with anyone! I'm worn though, baby. Jesus, I feel like I've been swimming for a hundred miles. God, that was good."
She pulled him down so she could kiss him, her full, luscious lips crushed under his chest. She could feel him slowly deflating inside her and he rolled off, pulling her to spoon against him and entering her from behind with his still semi-erect cock."
"I like to be inside you," he said. "If we go to sleep, I want to sleep inside you. I'll stay kind of hard like this for a long time."
He wrapped her in his arms and she sighed with contentment as she felt his hand cupping one big breast. He nibbled on the back of her neck and she giggled. His mouth was next to her ear and he whispered in it.
"Oakley, I think I'm in love with you."
She turned to look at him, her dark eyes liquid pools. "I know," she whispered. "I think I'm in love with you, too. I never intended this to happen, Greyson. I'm so glad I ran over you."
He shouted with laughter. "Yeah, me, too. You can run over me anytime as long as it ends up here."
Oakley relaxed, loving the feeling of his cock inside her. Her eyes closed and she drifted off, looking forward to waking up in his arms.
by blackrandl1958
Two Cousins in One Room
"I would love to go with you mom." answering the question she just asked me, "The last time I saw Sandy and Aunt May was three years ago at the big family reunion in Cyril out on some farmers land, when we all camped out."
"That was three years ago wasn't it. I couldn't remember the last time we saw them. All though I should have figured that out with what May had told me this morning."
"What did she tell you? What brought them back to the states? Why didn't they move closer to us so it wouldn't be a nine hour drive to go see them or them to come and see us?"
"With what she had told me this morning she had moved back to the states two and one half years ago right after the family reunion. She got home a few hours before she was supposed to and found her then husband in bed with a drug whore wanting drugs and having sex with him to pay for the drugs. He saw her in their bedroom doorway and he told her to leave till he was done getting his pay out of the bitch. So May made reservations for her and Sandy to get a plain flight back to the states and got with her boss and told him she wanted that job that was open in the states and told him she wasn't going to report to the office there but over here as soon as she was able to find a place to stay. The flight left that evening and they were on it along with the proof she needed against her husband with the drug trafficking he was in charge of and as soon as she got here she got in touch with the authorities and gave them all that she had against him. It's taken them from then till now to catch him so that she could contact us to let us know where she was at without having him show up on her doorstep to maybe kill her."
"When do we leave to go see them?"
"Saturday, next week your dad is able to start his vacation if he will. That is if you can get your vacation time at your job too, otherwise we'll wait till you're able to start your vacation time."
"I'm on a permanent vacation as of this morning. I just got out of the labor board office one and one half hour ago. I just talked to Gena and as soon as I told her what happened at work she decided to breakup with me."
"The way she acted was like she just wanted your money, rather than you yourself to me, as I had told you."
"After you had said something about that to me a couple of weeks ago I started getting that feeling too, so I decided to test her as soon as I got out of the labor board office and she failed the test badly."
"I'm sorry she dumped you like a hot potato like that just over a job loose. What happened for you to lose your job, if you don't mind me asking?"
Somehow I was framed for something that I know I had done but someone, wanted my job or just didn't like me enough to frame me. Other than that I really don't know what it was I didn't finish yesterday."
"How long had you had that job?"
"Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I started out part time, then after high school on my eighteenth birthday I started full time with a promotion, as over seer of my section."
"That's four years at that job and they want to believe someone under you I take it rather than believe you. That sounds pretty low down. From what you're telling me they didn't even tell you what it was you didn't finish."
"That's the whole kit and cubital of it."
Gena, as you figured out was my girlfriend but now she's my ex. It hurt but yet I knew I was better off without her, looking at the amount of money I had spent on her, which she was all ways asking me to buy something for her every day of the week, which I only bought something for her on Fridays which was my payday. Had I bought something every day for her like she wanted me to I'd a been broke long before payday each week so, I bought her that one thing each week after buying every day of the week for two weeks and was broke by Wednesday and then she didn't want to see me till I got paid on Friday those two weeks.
I remember Aunt May didn't seem to be too happy when I saw her at the family reunion three years ago and Cousin Sandy had told me that her mom wasn't very happy with her dad, but didn't know why Aunt May was so unhappy with her husband, which is ex-husband now from what I was just told.
The day that we had planned on leaving to go spend the week with Aunt May and Cousin Sandy dad said that morning he had to catch a flight for a business trip. He didn't even put in for his vacation like he said he would. He was bad about not doing what he said he would do and doing what he said he wouldn't do.
The first few years of mom and dad's marriage dad held up to his word but then he started not holding up to his word. It took mom and me almost a year to figure dad out when he had stopped honoring his word. Last week when dad told mom he would put in for his vacation to go with us, mom and I figured he would do no such thing and sure enough he didn't do any such thing. As soon as dad was in the cab and headed down the road toward the airport, mom and I loaded up her car and headed out of town ourselves.
At the family reunion three years ago Cousin Sandy and I went off to the other side of the big pond, that was on the farmer's land that everyone camped on, to be alone so that we could talk without any one listening in on what we were saying to each other. At the time Sandy was having trouble dealing with the fact that her boyfriend had broken up with her and she needed someone to talk to about it and I was the one that got her to open up to me. Sandy and I were very close to each other back then and we trusted each other over any one else in the family plus we were close to the same age. Sandy is three months younger than I am and I thought she was the sexiest girl around. I had told her several times how beautiful she was, which made her feel better about her looks, which no one else told her how beautiful she was. I figured a lot of that is what made her trust me enough to talk to me about her ex-boyfriend.
Mom and Aunt May were very close to each other as well and they had all ways talked to each other about different things that were happening in their lives, which I had overheard some of those talks that they had but wouldn't say anything to mom about hearing what was said. I even found out what was wrong between her and dad or what was wrong with May and her husband so they wouldn't be mad at me for eves dropping, which is why I never said anything about hearing what they said to each other. I knew mom and dad were having trouble with their marriage before I heard what was said to May and without giving away that I even heard what mom had said to May I tried to get mom to talk to me about it, before and after hearing her and Aunt May talking about it but she wouldn't budge, to reveal to me about the problem her and dad were having. That kind of told me I couldn't go to her and talk about every problem that I had and she never asked me what was wrong so I never knew if she even could tell something was wrong with me or not.
As far as mom and me doing things together, we did a few things together like when it came to seeing other family members that we were close to, like Aunt May and Cousin Sandy. Mom and May were sisters with no other siblings and Sandy was May's only child and I was mom and dad's only child. Dad and I were not close what so ever and didn't do anything together at any time. He never came to any of the high school games that I played in. Any time I wanted to go camping it was all ways mom and me that went without dad. May and Sandy would go with mom and me most of the time before they left the country to live in some other country.
Eleven hours after leaving home mom and I pulled into town that Aunt May and Cousin Sandy lived in now. With one stop for dinner and four stops for bathroom breaks and gas on a couple of stops is what turned a nine hour drive into an eleven hour drive.
As we drove into town where May and Sandy lived I was doing the driving to give mom a break from driving since she was the one that started out driving the first half of the trip.
"Take the next exit up here and we'll stop at the restaurant up there and I'll give May a call to let her know where we are."
"Okay."
When I got to the exit where the restaurant is located off from mom used her phone to make a call to Aunt May and Sandy. As I got toward the bottom of the exit ramp, "Hello, Sandy?" then I turned since the light had turned green for me to go on through the intersection.
"This is Kandy. Is May there?"
After a short pause, "Okay, tell her that Roger and I are at the restaurant just off the two twenty exit. We're going to eat a bite of supper here and if you two want to join us for supper come on out then we can follo0w you guys back to your place there."
After another short pause, "Okay we'll be inside waiting for you to get here before we order then."
"Okay, see you in a few then. Bye."
Mom put her phone away as I pulled into the parking lot to the restaurant, "May and Sandy are on their way here to meet us for supper. They said to give them about fifteen minutes to pull in here."
"Okay. Do we sit here and wait for them or do we go on inside and wait for them?" as I pulled into a parking spot.
"Let's go on in so I can use the restroom and get something to drink while we wait for them."
While mom went on to the restroom the hostess showed me to our table and as mom came to the table, the waitress brought our drinks to the table and when mom was seated, I went to the restroom and five minutes after I got reseated, we saw May and Sandy pulling into the parking lot to park two spaces over from where mom and I had parked.
Looking at Aunt May and Cousin Sandy walk toward our table I noticed that May had on a sleeveless button up light blue blouse that was sheer, with a medium blue bra on under it and a short blue print skirt, which stopped mid-thigh, with shoulder length light brown hair.
Sandy had on a light tan pull over shirt with spaghetti straps without a bra on and her nipples were trying to poke a hole in the shirt, they were sticking out so far. She had on a sort short skirt that hugged her hips and butt just barely covering her butt cheeks. As I stood to let her slide in on the bench seat I was sitting on, I swear I did see the very bottom of her cheeks as she bent to sit and slide over, with May sitting next to mom on the bench seat across from me. Sandy's hair was a dark brown that she had pulled back into a ponytail that looked to be long enough to reach the middle of her back if it wasn't in the ponytail.
As we finished with our greetings to each other the waitress took their drink order and when she brought the drinks back to the table, we all gave her our order as we then made small talk just before our meal came out to the table.
With our meal ate and at May's and Sandy's house, we all sat down in the living room visiting with Sandy and me drinking a beer and May and mom drinking wine, we all got everyone caught up to date with all that has happened in our lives.
When Aunt May and mom had finished off the second bottle of wine, "Where is the closest hotel for Roger and I to sleep at while we are here?" I noticed that mom's words were a bit slurred from the wine she has drunk.
"Why go to a hotel when you two can stay here for the week that you're here? We decided that you and I can sleep in my bed and Roger, and Sandy, can sleep in her bed since we both have a king size beds for us to sleep in. Besides you two don't need to be driving after drinking."
"Aunt May has a point mom. I'm not twenty one yet which would mean we both end up in jail if we happen to get stopped for any reason at all."
"True and I have had a bit much to be driving too."
"Then it is settled. You two will stay here for the week and that way we can have more time to visit more too. Sandy and I both talked about how much we have missed seeing you two for the past three years now."
"Roger and I have talked about us missing you two as well."
"I'll go out to the car and get our luggage then, for when we're ready to turn in for the night."
"I'll help you bring them in if you don't mind me helping you out." Sandy said as she stood up with me.
"I don't mind one bit." turning toward the front door, "But you don't have to though."
As I opened the door I let Sandy go out in front of me and when I had the door closed behind us, "I want to spend more time with you and let mom and Aunt Kandy have more time together alone." taking a hold of my arm.
"May I ask how many guys are hitting on you for a date out with you?" I couldn't believe I just asked that out of the blue like that.
"Not a one, which I care about going out with. Why do you ask? Do you want to take me out on a date?" in a flirting voice.
"I just might. You are so sexy hot it's hard to not want to be seen with you. I just wanted to make sure you didn't have a jealous boyfriend if I did take you out on a date."
"You don't have to worry about any jealous boyfriend. I don't want a guy that is going to be jealous over my favorite cousin taking me out on a date of any kind."
"I wonder what our folks will think if we were to start dating each other?" in a joking way but making it sound like I was serious about it.
"To be honest about it, I wouldn't give a rat's ass what they thought about it if we were able to live close enough to date each other."
As I got the trunk opened up I looked at Sandy for a moment to see she was serious about us dating each other. To verify what I saw in her eyes, "You are serious about it right?"
"Yes I am. Why, were you just pulling my leg about wanting to date me?"
"I was but since you put it that way, I would love to date you for the fact you are so beautiful. The only problem other than our folks is, I have no idea as to where to take you out at, not being from around here. Now in my home town I would know of a couple of places to take you out on a date at. The thing about being in my home town is there would be people to know who you are and how we're related to each other." picking up an overnight case that mom had put stuff in and in handing it over to Sandy I picked up to larger suitcases that mom had filled, I can come back out and get my duffle bag in a moment."
Sandy picked up my duffle bag, "True. Now here no one would know and we could introduce each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. I can give you some ideas as to where I would like to go out on a date with you and direct you to the places that you decide to take me to."
"Now that would work. That don't tell me how our mom's would take it if we were to date each other though."
"Well my mom wouldn't have a problem with it since we know you don't like anything to do with drugs as far as dealing in it like dad did. Some guy or boy I would happen to date outside of you may be dealing in drugs behind my back till he decides to try and get me to help in dealing it. Sense I will not do any such thing, which it could get me killed, and not knowing he's dealing in drugs could get me killed as fast as knowing can get one killed."
"You are so right about that. I had what I thought was a friend dealing in drugs and his parents didn't know that he was dealing and before I could let them know about him dealing drugs they both got shot and killed because he didn't pay the dealer that he got the drugs from. As soon as I found out he was dealing I tried to talk him into quitting with the dealing of them but he didn't want to stop, so I stopped going around him for any reason at all and tried to contact his folks but they were shot and killed, before I got home to call them and let them know what I knew."
Stepping into the living room with the luggage, "Put your mom's things on the foot of the bed for now." Aunt May stood up and lead the way to her bedroom. Turning toward Sandy, "Is one of them your mom's or are they all yours?" to look at Sandy as she was following with my duffle bag and mom's overnight case.
"That small case is mom's overnight case."
"I'll take it as you take Roger's stuff to your bedroom baby."
"Okay."
When Aunt May had the small case in her hand Sandy turned to head back across the living room toward a hallway as May led the way to her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom Aunt May put the small case down on the side of the king size bed, "Put those two cases there on the foot of the bed babe." pointing at the foot of the bed as she turned and watched me step to the foot.
I laid the two suitcases down on the bed across the foot to have Aunt May step up next to me as I started to turn back toward the bedroom door, "I haven't got to properly say hello to you Roger." taking my face into both of her hands.
Before I could say anything Aunt May kissed me on the mouth just as my mouth opened to say something and after a short time of kissing me with open mouth she stuck her tongue into my mouth and without thinking about it, my tongue met hers as we French kissed for a moment. When we broke the kissing off, "Oh wow babe, you sure know how to kiss a woman for sure. Sandy is so lucky if you're willing to love her as your girlfriend. She told me she wants to be a couple with you and you're all she thinks about. How do you feel about her?"
"I love her very much and would love to have her as my girlfriend. I've thought about her ever since the family reunion we attended three years ago. After seeing her today when you and her came into the restaurant to eat supper with mom and me, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she is and looking at you I can see why she is so damn sexy hot because you're so damn beautiful yourself."
"Oh wow, Kandy sure raised a sweet talker here. You keep telling me how beautiful I am and Sandy will have a run for her money to keep you to herself. I would love to give her a run for her money if I weren't so old and was younger."
"You're not old Aunt May. You are a beautiful young woman yet and any young man would love to be your boyfriend."
"You better go in and sweep Sandy off of her feet before I just keep you in here with me and have your mom mad at me for seducing her son into my bed with me."
"Mom may get mad at me for wanting to be Sandy's boyfriend as much as she would if you and I hooked up."
"Your mom is totally okay with you and Sandy hooking up. I know because we've talked about it already before the two of you made the trip out here. I told her how Sandy feels about you but she didn't know how you felt about Sandy since you never talked about it to her."
"Mom and I are not as close as you and Sandy are from what you're saying you and Sandy are."
"When we have more time to talk alone you may be able to tell me why the two of you aren't that close to each other."
"Hasn't mom told you why?"
"She has no clue as to why you two aren't very close as she wishes you two are. We'll talk tomorrow when we have more time alone."
"Okay." Aunt May then turned toward the door with me watching her sway her ass back and forth as she walked toward the door to go back into the living room. I swear she was swinging her ass more than she did when we first came into the bedroom.
I didn't move till Aunt May stepped through the door into the living room. Stepping into the living room a few steps behind May I heard the weather report start on the television.
Sandy was sitting on the arm of the couch where mom was sitting with Sandy saying, "... love him so much." noticing Sandy had no panties on under her skirt with a bald pussy in full view for all in the room to see except for maybe mom with the angle she was sitting next to Sandy.
"The two of you may have changed so much in the last three years so I hope it works out for you two." Mom said slurring her words still.
Listening to the weather report we were fixing to get hammered with a big thunder storm, "I noticed when Roger and I went out and got their suitcases that it was really dark out and there were no stars to be seen."
"Well now you know why." May said.
Sandy stood up and said, "I don't know about anyone else but I'm going to bed before the storm hits and scares me awake till it passes over us."
"I need to use the restroom before I go to bed." then I turned toward the bathroom next to Sandy's bedroom off the hallway.
Sandy stepped up beside me, "Do you need any help in the bathroom?" in a flirting voice.
"I don't need any help but you can help if you want to."
"I'm going to want your help in the bedroom as soon as your done in the bathroom." as we got to the door to the restroom.
"I shouldn't be any longer than a minute." as I turned into the bathroom.
"I'll be waiting." stepping on ahead of me toward her bedroom door.
Once I was done using the restroom I went to Sandy's bedroom door and just as I stepped into her room, a flash of lighting lit up the room and then a couple of seconds after a loud clap of thunder sounded off, causing Sandy to jump and drop to the floor. I rushed over to her, "Are you okay babe?"
"Yes thank you." just as she then went to stand up and I helped her up by lifting her under her arms.
Sandy held onto me for a moment, "I thought I would be over it by now but I see that I'm not over it yet."
"I don't remember you being afraid of thunder before."
"I wasn't till after we moved out of the states and then seeing and hearing gun shots a few times when I was with dad and he would shoot some guy to kill him for not coming through with his part of the deal on some drugs he supposedly made a deal on. A few times dad was shot at by someone wanting to kill him for whatever reason, I never was able to find out why they wanted him killed but he all ways got his man, where they would miss when shooting him."
"I'm sorry to hear that." with another loud clap of thunder right after the flash of lighting. Sandy would jump and shake all over while I held her in my arms, "it's okay babe, I'm here for you. Everything will be okay."
"It's not your fault that I'm this way now. I wish I was undressed so we could just lie down in the bed and have you hold me tonight."
"How about you undress me and I'll undress you and we'll then lie down in each other's arms?"
Another loud clap of thunder sounded off making Sandy shake some more, "Okay." as she started unbuttoning my shirt as soon as the thunder had quit rumbling.
As soon as Sandy had my shirt off of me, I then pulled her shirt up and off of her letting her tits out to see her brown areolas and darker brown hard nipples the size of a nickel and the areolas as big around as silver dollars used to be and her tits, looked to be a size C cup standing proud on her chest waiting to be sucked on, which I had to do and leaned over and sucked on Sandy's left hard nipple making it stand out more if it was even possible for it to do so.
Just as I put my mouth on Sandy's nipple a loud clap of thunder sounded off and with me having one arm around her shoulders and one hand on her waist, she wasn't able to jump back but threw her arms around my head as to hold on for dear life, as she jumped at the sound of the thunder.
I felt a snap and the zipper on Sandy's skirt and unfastened the snap and then unzipped the zipper and let the skirt fall down to the floor around her ankles.
One second after Sandy's skirt slid down her sexy legs she started unfastening my pants to get them off of me.
When Sandy got my pants down around my ankles she kneeled down and with me helping by lifting my foot up she got my shoes and pants off along with my socks, "Oh wow Roger. I see you dressed like I did under my skirt. No underwear and this hard cock of yours is so big and beautiful." taking my cock into her little hand and stroking my dick that was hard as a rock as soon as I saw her bald pussy in the living room, "Is this big hard rod all mine baby?"
"Yes it is now, that you're the one that got it hard as a rock."
"I've never seen a cock as big as this one is." Then a loud clap sounded off again causing Sandy to jerk her hand on my cock as she jumped then after a couple of seconds, "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's okay you didn't hurt me. Now stand up here and let me get you in bed."
When Sandy got stood up I picked her up then laid her onto the bed toward the center then climbed onto the bed beside her myself, as another loud clap sounded off, wrapping her up in my arms and pulling her close to me and kissing her on the mouth for a moment before slipping my tongue into her mouth and Sandy, slipping her tongue into my mouth too.
As Sandy and I French kissed each other I ran a hand up and down her back, with one arm under her neck I rubbed her arm and shoulder, while she rubbed her hand up and down my back and one hand she stroked my dick up and down some.
As I rubbed Sandy's back I rubbed my hand down lower each time till I rubbed my hand onto her butt cheeks and when I got my hand on her cheek I give it a squeeze, then squeezed her other ass cheek, then rubbed back up her back and back down to her butt cheeks to give them another squeeze again, getting a moan from Sandy each time I gave a butt cheek a squeeze.
I felt Sandy's hand rub down and give my butt cheeks a squeeze as well and in breaking the kissing off, "Oh fuck baby, you have one nice sexy round ass that feels so soft, yet firm, butt cheeks."
"Your butt feels so firm and hard just the way I like a man's butt to feel like." another clap of thunder sounded off again, "I need you to love me Roger, the way I love you."
"Babe I love you so much that you may never know just how much I do love you." with that I then kissed her again with her kissing me back.
After kissing Sandy on the mouth for a little bit, I then moved down and started kissing around on her neck and down to her tits and sucked and nibbled on her nipples and flicked my tongue around on her nipples and then gave each of them a light nibble again, before kissing my way on down toward her belly button.
When I got to her belly button I flicked the tip of my tongue around in her belly button, "Oh no baby that tickles!" as Sandy squirmed around on the bed with each flicker of my tongue.
After a few more flicks of my tongue in her belly button I kissed my way on down to her bald pussy and getting in between her legs, I kissed her right thigh down to her knee, then kissed my way back up her thigh to her bald mound and over to her other thigh and kissed my way down to her knee, before kissing my way back up toward her bald pussy mound.
I had noticed that the lighting had faded by this time and it was raining now and we could hear the rain hitting the window that was at the head of Sandy's bed. As I kissed my way back up to her bald mound, "Oh please quit teasing me and eat my pussy out babe. I need to cum now you have me so damn hot and wet for you."
"I've wanted to taste your pussy ever since I saw you come into the restaurant this evening." then I dipped my head down and licked from the top of Sandy's split to her taint, as I've heard it called. As soon as I touched her taint, "Oh fuck me baby. I need your tongue in my pussy baby."
I then licked up to her pussy opening and stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as I could get it and wiggled my tongue around tasting her juices. After tongue fucking her some I raised my head just a little bit, "Oh fuck baby, your pussy is so wet and hot and tastes so damn good to me. You are as sweet as I thought you would be sexy."
I went back to tongue fucking her pussy and a few strokes more I then licked up to her clit and flicked my tongue over it some before I then sucked on it while sticking a finger into her pussy. As soon as I sucked on Sandy's clit and stuck my finger into her pussy, "Oh fuck me Roger. Yesss make me cum baby. I need to cum so damn bad." I then reached up with my other hand and squeezed her tit and then pinched her nipple. That is what set her off to outer space, "Oh fuck I'm fucking cumming baby, yes fuck me, I'm cumming."
I felt her pussy muscles squeeze my finger and she bucked her butt up in the air and clamped her legs together, trapping my head between her thighs as I kept licking and sucking her clit and wiggling my finger around inside her pussy.
"Oh fuck me I can't stop cumming baby. Shit I'm still cumming."
In a short time after she started cumming she started pushing my head away while still clamping her thighs tight on each side of my head, "Oh baby stop, I'm too sensitive there now. Grrrrr stop! It's too sensitive baby." while lifting her but up and trying to push away from me while pushing my head away. I had stopped licking and sucking on her clit but she had her legs squeezing my head so tight, I couldn't get away from her and I was still wiggling my finger around in her pussy and her cum juices were flowing out around my finger and all around my face, as I did keep trying to get as much of her pussy juices into my mouth, as she kept cumming on my finger and face.
When she finally came down from her orgasm she relaxed her legs enough for me to break free from her and look up into her eyes, as she said, "Oh fuck babe, I've never cum so damn much as you just made me cum. I knew I loved you and wanted so bad for us to have sex and now, I love you so much more like I was thinking I did and now I know I love you with all of my heart. I love you more than just my cousin baby."
"I love you more than just a cousin too. I knew I loved you more than just a cousin the day we went around the big pond to the other side to be alone that day when you told me about the break up you had with your ex-boyfriend three years ago. Holding you that day you felt so warm and your skin felt so soft as it does now. I've all ways wanted to make love to you so much ever since that day." as I played with her tits by squeezing them and flicking my fingers over her hard nipples.
"I want you to make love to me now please. I wanted you to make love to me that day three years ago. Why didn't you make love to me then?"
"I didn't feel that was the time or the place, since you were grieving over your ex and I didn't think you would want me the way I wanted you since that day." as I kept squeezing and flicking her tits and nipples. I was even sliding my dick back and forth on her bald mound.
"Would you have made love to me had I said to make love to me?"
"Yes, I more than likely would've. But you didn't, so I didn't make my move on you then since I didn't know how you may have felt about me." still playing with her tits and nipples, while still sliding my dick around on her mound.
"Oh babe that feels so damn good. Come here baby, I need you to put your fucking big as cock in my hot pussy."
I let my dick slide down across her clit as I let it slide down to her pussy hole. My dick had started collecting some of her pussy juices as soon as the head of my dick slid down past Sandy's clit.
As I slid my dick back up toward her clit my dick head caught on her pussy hole and then slipped inside of her pussy. Sandy's pussy is so wet and tight as well as hot too, "Good thing your pussy is so fucking wet or I wouldn't have been able to slide my dick into you like this. You're so tight."
"Oh fuck baby. Your cock is so damn big is why my pussy is so tight. I've never had a cock as big as yours is. Now fuck me Roger. I love you so damn much. I need you to make love to me babe, right now!"
I started sliding my dick in and out of Sandy's pussy and then leaned over her and started kissing her on the mouth in a French kiss, feeling her tits pressed into my chest and feeling how hard her nipples are.
After I broke the kissing off I then leaned down more and sucked a nipple into my mouth, then lightly flicking my tongue over her nipple, then a moment later I switched to her other tit and nipple.
"Oh fuck me baby. I need you to fuck me hard baby. I need to cum now baby."
I then started fucking in and out harder and faster, "Oh fuck sexy you are so fucking tight. I love you so much."
"Oh yes baby, I love you so much too. You're about to make me cum. Please make me cum baby."
I sat up straighter and lifted her legs up to put her legs on my shoulders and fucked her faster than I was and it felt like I may have got deeper into her pussy than I was, when I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders.
"Oh baby you are so deep in my pussy now. I feel you fucking me so fucking deep baby. Don't stop fucking me. I'm about to fucking cum... Oh fuck me..."
I reached down and pulled on her nipples like I was trying to pull them off of her tits and rubbed them around between my thumb and finger, "Oh fuck me I'm ab... I'm fucking cumming baby, yes."
I felt Sandy's pussy muscles start to squeeze my dick as I pushed her legs back to practically fold her in half and raised my knees up and started fucking downward into her, "Oh fuck I'm fucking cumming again baby, shit. Oh yes, you are so fucking deep making me cum so damn much baby, fuck."
"I'm about to cum too baby. Where do you want me to cum at?"
"I want it in my pussy. Fill my pussy up with your hot baby making cum. I want to feel you cumming in my pussy." I then felt the first rope of cum shoot out of my dick into Sandy's hot tight bald pussy.
"There it is baby. I'm pumping your hot pussy full of my cum now baby."
"Yes I feel your hot cum hitting the back of my pussy, so fucking deep. It feels so damn good to have your cum filling my pussy up after all this time. I've wanted to feel your cum feeling me up for so long now and I'm finally getting to feel it filling me up. I don't want you to waist any more cum again I want it all in me. I want to taste your cum... Oh fuck I'm cumming again shit."
I felt like I had cum more in Sandy's pussy than I had any other time in my life. With all the women I've been with in my life, sex with them hasn't been as good as it was here with Sandy.
When we calmed down and had quit cumming I collapsed onto my side, pulling Sandy with me while keeping my dick stuck in her pussy. I kept my arms wrapped around her kissing around on her face and she kept her arms wrapped around me too, "Oh man Sandy, you are the best. I've never had sex as good as what we just shared."
"I was just thinking the same thing myself. No other guy has made me cum so much at one time like this. I meant every word about loving you and not wanting any other man but you only."
"I love you too and have loved you now for some time. I don't want any other woman in my life but you and only you."
"What about my mom? Do you want her too?"
"Aaaa... Why... you ask... me about her? Is there something I need to know before I answer that question?"
I saw this shit eating grin come over Sandy's face and then, she said, "It's been a while since mom has been with a guy and she is afraid of going out to find a guy that may be no better than dad was or is. She told me what she was going to do when she talked to you about sleeping with me tonight because you are the only man she feels that either of us can trust in the family and she sure as hell can't trust any man outside of this family. I must say I feel the same way. I do love you more than any man in this world and I really think mom loves you the same way as I do but she's not sure how you feel about her."
"I love her too but I've never really masturbated while thinking of her. I may have trouble now that she has kissed me when she asked you to leave us alone so that she could talk to me this evening. Had it not been for you wanting me to have sex with you this evening, I know I would've thought about her before I was able to go to sleep tonight. I am wondering if I may end up dreaming about both of you when I do go to sleep here in a little bit. I'll have to think about just how much I may love Aunt May now but one thing for sure is I do love you more than any other woman, outside of the family."
"I hope you can love her as much as you do me or at least close to as much as you do me. I'm willing to share you with her and may be sharing you with your mom even if you want to have sex with her, since her and your dad isn't having sex like I know your mom would like to."
"I've had that imprecision when over hearing some of her conversations. The problem is she will not talk to me about anything that I may be able to help her with or figure out how or what she may need to do to make things better between her and dad. She all ways said it is better to talk about them than to leave them bottled up inside but she doesn't follow that rule of thumb, so I've done the same thing to her and since I don't feel like I can talk to her about everything, like she says I can, so I end up not talking to her about anything that may help to talk out.
"Mom and I talk about everything together but she waits to talk to me about things when she can talk without breaking down and crying her eyes out, while she is trying to talk. I'm pretty much the same way too."
"I wish it was that way with mom and me but she shuts me out so I end up shutting her out as well."
"I'm sorry to hear that. That explains why the two of you aren't very close then."
"You got it."
"Will you open up to my mom if she opens up to you?"
"Yes I will. I do have things to talk to either her or mom about but the person I talk to needs to be willing to talk to me as well."
"I'm willing to open up and talk to you babe." Sandy and I kissed each other and just held each other as we drifted off to sleep.
by HankWilliam1996
"I would love to go with you mom." answering the question she just asked me, "The last time I saw Sandy and Aunt May was three years ago at the big family reunion in Cyril out on some farmers land, when we all camped out."
"That was three years ago wasn't it. I couldn't remember the last time we saw them. All though I should have figured that out with what May had told me this morning."
"What did she tell you? What brought them back to the states? Why didn't they move closer to us so it wouldn't be a nine hour drive to go see them or them to come and see us?"
"With what she had told me this morning she had moved back to the states two and one half years ago right after the family reunion. She got home a few hours before she was supposed to and found her then husband in bed with a drug whore wanting drugs and having sex with him to pay for the drugs. He saw her in their bedroom doorway and he told her to leave till he was done getting his pay out of the bitch. So May made reservations for her and Sandy to get a plain flight back to the states and got with her boss and told him she wanted that job that was open in the states and told him she wasn't going to report to the office there but over here as soon as she was able to find a place to stay. The flight left that evening and they were on it along with the proof she needed against her husband with the drug trafficking he was in charge of and as soon as she got here she got in touch with the authorities and gave them all that she had against him. It's taken them from then till now to catch him so that she could contact us to let us know where she was at without having him show up on her doorstep to maybe kill her."
"When do we leave to go see them?"
"Saturday, next week your dad is able to start his vacation if he will. That is if you can get your vacation time at your job too, otherwise we'll wait till you're able to start your vacation time."
"I'm on a permanent vacation as of this morning. I just got out of the labor board office one and one half hour ago. I just talked to Gena and as soon as I told her what happened at work she decided to breakup with me."
"The way she acted was like she just wanted your money, rather than you yourself to me, as I had told you."
"After you had said something about that to me a couple of weeks ago I started getting that feeling too, so I decided to test her as soon as I got out of the labor board office and she failed the test badly."
"I'm sorry she dumped you like a hot potato like that just over a job loose. What happened for you to lose your job, if you don't mind me asking?"
Somehow I was framed for something that I know I had done but someone, wanted my job or just didn't like me enough to frame me. Other than that I really don't know what it was I didn't finish yesterday."
"How long had you had that job?"
"Shortly after my sixteenth birthday I started out part time, then after high school on my eighteenth birthday I started full time with a promotion, as over seer of my section."
"That's four years at that job and they want to believe someone under you I take it rather than believe you. That sounds pretty low down. From what you're telling me they didn't even tell you what it was you didn't finish."
"That's the whole kit and cubital of it."
Gena, as you figured out was my girlfriend but now she's my ex. It hurt but yet I knew I was better off without her, looking at the amount of money I had spent on her, which she was all ways asking me to buy something for her every day of the week, which I only bought something for her on Fridays which was my payday. Had I bought something every day for her like she wanted me to I'd a been broke long before payday each week so, I bought her that one thing each week after buying every day of the week for two weeks and was broke by Wednesday and then she didn't want to see me till I got paid on Friday those two weeks.
I remember Aunt May didn't seem to be too happy when I saw her at the family reunion three years ago and Cousin Sandy had told me that her mom wasn't very happy with her dad, but didn't know why Aunt May was so unhappy with her husband, which is ex-husband now from what I was just told.
The day that we had planned on leaving to go spend the week with Aunt May and Cousin Sandy dad said that morning he had to catch a flight for a business trip. He didn't even put in for his vacation like he said he would. He was bad about not doing what he said he would do and doing what he said he wouldn't do.
The first few years of mom and dad's marriage dad held up to his word but then he started not holding up to his word. It took mom and me almost a year to figure dad out when he had stopped honoring his word. Last week when dad told mom he would put in for his vacation to go with us, mom and I figured he would do no such thing and sure enough he didn't do any such thing. As soon as dad was in the cab and headed down the road toward the airport, mom and I loaded up her car and headed out of town ourselves.
At the family reunion three years ago Cousin Sandy and I went off to the other side of the big pond, that was on the farmer's land that everyone camped on, to be alone so that we could talk without any one listening in on what we were saying to each other. At the time Sandy was having trouble dealing with the fact that her boyfriend had broken up with her and she needed someone to talk to about it and I was the one that got her to open up to me. Sandy and I were very close to each other back then and we trusted each other over any one else in the family plus we were close to the same age. Sandy is three months younger than I am and I thought she was the sexiest girl around. I had told her several times how beautiful she was, which made her feel better about her looks, which no one else told her how beautiful she was. I figured a lot of that is what made her trust me enough to talk to me about her ex-boyfriend.
Mom and Aunt May were very close to each other as well and they had all ways talked to each other about different things that were happening in their lives, which I had overheard some of those talks that they had but wouldn't say anything to mom about hearing what was said. I even found out what was wrong between her and dad or what was wrong with May and her husband so they wouldn't be mad at me for eves dropping, which is why I never said anything about hearing what they said to each other. I knew mom and dad were having trouble with their marriage before I heard what was said to May and without giving away that I even heard what mom had said to May I tried to get mom to talk to me about it, before and after hearing her and Aunt May talking about it but she wouldn't budge, to reveal to me about the problem her and dad were having. That kind of told me I couldn't go to her and talk about every problem that I had and she never asked me what was wrong so I never knew if she even could tell something was wrong with me or not.
As far as mom and me doing things together, we did a few things together like when it came to seeing other family members that we were close to, like Aunt May and Cousin Sandy. Mom and May were sisters with no other siblings and Sandy was May's only child and I was mom and dad's only child. Dad and I were not close what so ever and didn't do anything together at any time. He never came to any of the high school games that I played in. Any time I wanted to go camping it was all ways mom and me that went without dad. May and Sandy would go with mom and me most of the time before they left the country to live in some other country.
Eleven hours after leaving home mom and I pulled into town that Aunt May and Cousin Sandy lived in now. With one stop for dinner and four stops for bathroom breaks and gas on a couple of stops is what turned a nine hour drive into an eleven hour drive.
As we drove into town where May and Sandy lived I was doing the driving to give mom a break from driving since she was the one that started out driving the first half of the trip.
"Take the next exit up here and we'll stop at the restaurant up there and I'll give May a call to let her know where we are."
"Okay."
When I got to the exit where the restaurant is located off from mom used her phone to make a call to Aunt May and Sandy. As I got toward the bottom of the exit ramp, "Hello, Sandy?" then I turned since the light had turned green for me to go on through the intersection.
"This is Kandy. Is May there?"
After a short pause, "Okay, tell her that Roger and I are at the restaurant just off the two twenty exit. We're going to eat a bite of supper here and if you two want to join us for supper come on out then we can follo0w you guys back to your place there."
After another short pause, "Okay we'll be inside waiting for you to get here before we order then."
"Okay, see you in a few then. Bye."
Mom put her phone away as I pulled into the parking lot to the restaurant, "May and Sandy are on their way here to meet us for supper. They said to give them about fifteen minutes to pull in here."
"Okay. Do we sit here and wait for them or do we go on inside and wait for them?" as I pulled into a parking spot.
"Let's go on in so I can use the restroom and get something to drink while we wait for them."
While mom went on to the restroom the hostess showed me to our table and as mom came to the table, the waitress brought our drinks to the table and when mom was seated, I went to the restroom and five minutes after I got reseated, we saw May and Sandy pulling into the parking lot to park two spaces over from where mom and I had parked.
Looking at Aunt May and Cousin Sandy walk toward our table I noticed that May had on a sleeveless button up light blue blouse that was sheer, with a medium blue bra on under it and a short blue print skirt, which stopped mid-thigh, with shoulder length light brown hair.
Sandy had on a light tan pull over shirt with spaghetti straps without a bra on and her nipples were trying to poke a hole in the shirt, they were sticking out so far. She had on a sort short skirt that hugged her hips and butt just barely covering her butt cheeks. As I stood to let her slide in on the bench seat I was sitting on, I swear I did see the very bottom of her cheeks as she bent to sit and slide over, with May sitting next to mom on the bench seat across from me. Sandy's hair was a dark brown that she had pulled back into a ponytail that looked to be long enough to reach the middle of her back if it wasn't in the ponytail.
As we finished with our greetings to each other the waitress took their drink order and when she brought the drinks back to the table, we all gave her our order as we then made small talk just before our meal came out to the table.
With our meal ate and at May's and Sandy's house, we all sat down in the living room visiting with Sandy and me drinking a beer and May and mom drinking wine, we all got everyone caught up to date with all that has happened in our lives.
When Aunt May and mom had finished off the second bottle of wine, "Where is the closest hotel for Roger and I to sleep at while we are here?" I noticed that mom's words were a bit slurred from the wine she has drunk.
"Why go to a hotel when you two can stay here for the week that you're here? We decided that you and I can sleep in my bed and Roger, and Sandy, can sleep in her bed since we both have a king size beds for us to sleep in. Besides you two don't need to be driving after drinking."
"Aunt May has a point mom. I'm not twenty one yet which would mean we both end up in jail if we happen to get stopped for any reason at all."
"True and I have had a bit much to be driving too."
"Then it is settled. You two will stay here for the week and that way we can have more time to visit more too. Sandy and I both talked about how much we have missed seeing you two for the past three years now."
"Roger and I have talked about us missing you two as well."
"I'll go out to the car and get our luggage then, for when we're ready to turn in for the night."
"I'll help you bring them in if you don't mind me helping you out." Sandy said as she stood up with me.
"I don't mind one bit." turning toward the front door, "But you don't have to though."
As I opened the door I let Sandy go out in front of me and when I had the door closed behind us, "I want to spend more time with you and let mom and Aunt Kandy have more time together alone." taking a hold of my arm.
"May I ask how many guys are hitting on you for a date out with you?" I couldn't believe I just asked that out of the blue like that.
"Not a one, which I care about going out with. Why do you ask? Do you want to take me out on a date?" in a flirting voice.
"I just might. You are so sexy hot it's hard to not want to be seen with you. I just wanted to make sure you didn't have a jealous boyfriend if I did take you out on a date."
"You don't have to worry about any jealous boyfriend. I don't want a guy that is going to be jealous over my favorite cousin taking me out on a date of any kind."
"I wonder what our folks will think if we were to start dating each other?" in a joking way but making it sound like I was serious about it.
"To be honest about it, I wouldn't give a rat's ass what they thought about it if we were able to live close enough to date each other."
As I got the trunk opened up I looked at Sandy for a moment to see she was serious about us dating each other. To verify what I saw in her eyes, "You are serious about it right?"
"Yes I am. Why, were you just pulling my leg about wanting to date me?"
"I was but since you put it that way, I would love to date you for the fact you are so beautiful. The only problem other than our folks is, I have no idea as to where to take you out at, not being from around here. Now in my home town I would know of a couple of places to take you out on a date at. The thing about being in my home town is there would be people to know who you are and how we're related to each other." picking up an overnight case that mom had put stuff in and in handing it over to Sandy I picked up to larger suitcases that mom had filled, I can come back out and get my duffle bag in a moment."
Sandy picked up my duffle bag, "True. Now here no one would know and we could introduce each other as boyfriend and girlfriend. I can give you some ideas as to where I would like to go out on a date with you and direct you to the places that you decide to take me to."
"Now that would work. That don't tell me how our mom's would take it if we were to date each other though."
"Well my mom wouldn't have a problem with it since we know you don't like anything to do with drugs as far as dealing in it like dad did. Some guy or boy I would happen to date outside of you may be dealing in drugs behind my back till he decides to try and get me to help in dealing it. Sense I will not do any such thing, which it could get me killed, and not knowing he's dealing in drugs could get me killed as fast as knowing can get one killed."
"You are so right about that. I had what I thought was a friend dealing in drugs and his parents didn't know that he was dealing and before I could let them know about him dealing drugs they both got shot and killed because he didn't pay the dealer that he got the drugs from. As soon as I found out he was dealing I tried to talk him into quitting with the dealing of them but he didn't want to stop, so I stopped going around him for any reason at all and tried to contact his folks but they were shot and killed, before I got home to call them and let them know what I knew."
Stepping into the living room with the luggage, "Put your mom's things on the foot of the bed for now." Aunt May stood up and lead the way to her bedroom. Turning toward Sandy, "Is one of them your mom's or are they all yours?" to look at Sandy as she was following with my duffle bag and mom's overnight case.
"That small case is mom's overnight case."
"I'll take it as you take Roger's stuff to your bedroom baby."
"Okay."
When Aunt May had the small case in her hand Sandy turned to head back across the living room toward a hallway as May led the way to her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom Aunt May put the small case down on the side of the king size bed, "Put those two cases there on the foot of the bed babe." pointing at the foot of the bed as she turned and watched me step to the foot.
I laid the two suitcases down on the bed across the foot to have Aunt May step up next to me as I started to turn back toward the bedroom door, "I haven't got to properly say hello to you Roger." taking my face into both of her hands.
Before I could say anything Aunt May kissed me on the mouth just as my mouth opened to say something and after a short time of kissing me with open mouth she stuck her tongue into my mouth and without thinking about it, my tongue met hers as we French kissed for a moment. When we broke the kissing off, "Oh wow babe, you sure know how to kiss a woman for sure. Sandy is so lucky if you're willing to love her as your girlfriend. She told me she wants to be a couple with you and you're all she thinks about. How do you feel about her?"
"I love her very much and would love to have her as my girlfriend. I've thought about her ever since the family reunion we attended three years ago. After seeing her today when you and her came into the restaurant to eat supper with mom and me, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful she is and looking at you I can see why she is so damn sexy hot because you're so damn beautiful yourself."
"Oh wow, Kandy sure raised a sweet talker here. You keep telling me how beautiful I am and Sandy will have a run for her money to keep you to herself. I would love to give her a run for her money if I weren't so old and was younger."
"You're not old Aunt May. You are a beautiful young woman yet and any young man would love to be your boyfriend."
"You better go in and sweep Sandy off of her feet before I just keep you in here with me and have your mom mad at me for seducing her son into my bed with me."
"Mom may get mad at me for wanting to be Sandy's boyfriend as much as she would if you and I hooked up."
"Your mom is totally okay with you and Sandy hooking up. I know because we've talked about it already before the two of you made the trip out here. I told her how Sandy feels about you but she didn't know how you felt about Sandy since you never talked about it to her."
"Mom and I are not as close as you and Sandy are from what you're saying you and Sandy are."
"When we have more time to talk alone you may be able to tell me why the two of you aren't that close to each other."
"Hasn't mom told you why?"
"She has no clue as to why you two aren't very close as she wishes you two are. We'll talk tomorrow when we have more time alone."
"Okay." Aunt May then turned toward the door with me watching her sway her ass back and forth as she walked toward the door to go back into the living room. I swear she was swinging her ass more than she did when we first came into the bedroom.
I didn't move till Aunt May stepped through the door into the living room. Stepping into the living room a few steps behind May I heard the weather report start on the television.
Sandy was sitting on the arm of the couch where mom was sitting with Sandy saying, "... love him so much." noticing Sandy had no panties on under her skirt with a bald pussy in full view for all in the room to see except for maybe mom with the angle she was sitting next to Sandy.
"The two of you may have changed so much in the last three years so I hope it works out for you two." Mom said slurring her words still.
Listening to the weather report we were fixing to get hammered with a big thunder storm, "I noticed when Roger and I went out and got their suitcases that it was really dark out and there were no stars to be seen."
"Well now you know why." May said.
Sandy stood up and said, "I don't know about anyone else but I'm going to bed before the storm hits and scares me awake till it passes over us."
"I need to use the restroom before I go to bed." then I turned toward the bathroom next to Sandy's bedroom off the hallway.
Sandy stepped up beside me, "Do you need any help in the bathroom?" in a flirting voice.
"I don't need any help but you can help if you want to."
"I'm going to want your help in the bedroom as soon as your done in the bathroom." as we got to the door to the restroom.
"I shouldn't be any longer than a minute." as I turned into the bathroom.
"I'll be waiting." stepping on ahead of me toward her bedroom door.
Once I was done using the restroom I went to Sandy's bedroom door and just as I stepped into her room, a flash of lighting lit up the room and then a couple of seconds after a loud clap of thunder sounded off, causing Sandy to jump and drop to the floor. I rushed over to her, "Are you okay babe?"
"Yes thank you." just as she then went to stand up and I helped her up by lifting her under her arms.
Sandy held onto me for a moment, "I thought I would be over it by now but I see that I'm not over it yet."
"I don't remember you being afraid of thunder before."
"I wasn't till after we moved out of the states and then seeing and hearing gun shots a few times when I was with dad and he would shoot some guy to kill him for not coming through with his part of the deal on some drugs he supposedly made a deal on. A few times dad was shot at by someone wanting to kill him for whatever reason, I never was able to find out why they wanted him killed but he all ways got his man, where they would miss when shooting him."
"I'm sorry to hear that." with another loud clap of thunder right after the flash of lighting. Sandy would jump and shake all over while I held her in my arms, "it's okay babe, I'm here for you. Everything will be okay."
"It's not your fault that I'm this way now. I wish I was undressed so we could just lie down in the bed and have you hold me tonight."
"How about you undress me and I'll undress you and we'll then lie down in each other's arms?"
Another loud clap of thunder sounded off making Sandy shake some more, "Okay." as she started unbuttoning my shirt as soon as the thunder had quit rumbling.
As soon as Sandy had my shirt off of me, I then pulled her shirt up and off of her letting her tits out to see her brown areolas and darker brown hard nipples the size of a nickel and the areolas as big around as silver dollars used to be and her tits, looked to be a size C cup standing proud on her chest waiting to be sucked on, which I had to do and leaned over and sucked on Sandy's left hard nipple making it stand out more if it was even possible for it to do so.
Just as I put my mouth on Sandy's nipple a loud clap of thunder sounded off and with me having one arm around her shoulders and one hand on her waist, she wasn't able to jump back but threw her arms around my head as to hold on for dear life, as she jumped at the sound of the thunder.
I felt a snap and the zipper on Sandy's skirt and unfastened the snap and then unzipped the zipper and let the skirt fall down to the floor around her ankles.
One second after Sandy's skirt slid down her sexy legs she started unfastening my pants to get them off of me.
When Sandy got my pants down around my ankles she kneeled down and with me helping by lifting my foot up she got my shoes and pants off along with my socks, "Oh wow Roger. I see you dressed like I did under my skirt. No underwear and this hard cock of yours is so big and beautiful." taking my cock into her little hand and stroking my dick that was hard as a rock as soon as I saw her bald pussy in the living room, "Is this big hard rod all mine baby?"
"Yes it is now, that you're the one that got it hard as a rock."
"I've never seen a cock as big as this one is." Then a loud clap sounded off again causing Sandy to jerk her hand on my cock as she jumped then after a couple of seconds, "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's okay you didn't hurt me. Now stand up here and let me get you in bed."
When Sandy got stood up I picked her up then laid her onto the bed toward the center then climbed onto the bed beside her myself, as another loud clap sounded off, wrapping her up in my arms and pulling her close to me and kissing her on the mouth for a moment before slipping my tongue into her mouth and Sandy, slipping her tongue into my mouth too.
As Sandy and I French kissed each other I ran a hand up and down her back, with one arm under her neck I rubbed her arm and shoulder, while she rubbed her hand up and down my back and one hand she stroked my dick up and down some.
As I rubbed Sandy's back I rubbed my hand down lower each time till I rubbed my hand onto her butt cheeks and when I got my hand on her cheek I give it a squeeze, then squeezed her other ass cheek, then rubbed back up her back and back down to her butt cheeks to give them another squeeze again, getting a moan from Sandy each time I gave a butt cheek a squeeze.
I felt Sandy's hand rub down and give my butt cheeks a squeeze as well and in breaking the kissing off, "Oh fuck baby, you have one nice sexy round ass that feels so soft, yet firm, butt cheeks."
"Your butt feels so firm and hard just the way I like a man's butt to feel like." another clap of thunder sounded off again, "I need you to love me Roger, the way I love you."
"Babe I love you so much that you may never know just how much I do love you." with that I then kissed her again with her kissing me back.
After kissing Sandy on the mouth for a little bit, I then moved down and started kissing around on her neck and down to her tits and sucked and nibbled on her nipples and flicked my tongue around on her nipples and then gave each of them a light nibble again, before kissing my way on down toward her belly button.
When I got to her belly button I flicked the tip of my tongue around in her belly button, "Oh no baby that tickles!" as Sandy squirmed around on the bed with each flicker of my tongue.
After a few more flicks of my tongue in her belly button I kissed my way on down to her bald pussy and getting in between her legs, I kissed her right thigh down to her knee, then kissed my way back up her thigh to her bald mound and over to her other thigh and kissed my way down to her knee, before kissing my way back up toward her bald pussy mound.
I had noticed that the lighting had faded by this time and it was raining now and we could hear the rain hitting the window that was at the head of Sandy's bed. As I kissed my way back up to her bald mound, "Oh please quit teasing me and eat my pussy out babe. I need to cum now you have me so damn hot and wet for you."
"I've wanted to taste your pussy ever since I saw you come into the restaurant this evening." then I dipped my head down and licked from the top of Sandy's split to her taint, as I've heard it called. As soon as I touched her taint, "Oh fuck me baby. I need your tongue in my pussy baby."
I then licked up to her pussy opening and stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as I could get it and wiggled my tongue around tasting her juices. After tongue fucking her some I raised my head just a little bit, "Oh fuck baby, your pussy is so wet and hot and tastes so damn good to me. You are as sweet as I thought you would be sexy."
I went back to tongue fucking her pussy and a few strokes more I then licked up to her clit and flicked my tongue over it some before I then sucked on it while sticking a finger into her pussy. As soon as I sucked on Sandy's clit and stuck my finger into her pussy, "Oh fuck me Roger. Yesss make me cum baby. I need to cum so damn bad." I then reached up with my other hand and squeezed her tit and then pinched her nipple. That is what set her off to outer space, "Oh fuck I'm fucking cumming baby, yes fuck me, I'm cumming."
I felt her pussy muscles squeeze my finger and she bucked her butt up in the air and clamped her legs together, trapping my head between her thighs as I kept licking and sucking her clit and wiggling my finger around inside her pussy.
"Oh fuck me I can't stop cumming baby. Shit I'm still cumming."
In a short time after she started cumming she started pushing my head away while still clamping her thighs tight on each side of my head, "Oh baby stop, I'm too sensitive there now. Grrrrr stop! It's too sensitive baby." while lifting her but up and trying to push away from me while pushing my head away. I had stopped licking and sucking on her clit but she had her legs squeezing my head so tight, I couldn't get away from her and I was still wiggling my finger around in her pussy and her cum juices were flowing out around my finger and all around my face, as I did keep trying to get as much of her pussy juices into my mouth, as she kept cumming on my finger and face.
When she finally came down from her orgasm she relaxed her legs enough for me to break free from her and look up into her eyes, as she said, "Oh fuck babe, I've never cum so damn much as you just made me cum. I knew I loved you and wanted so bad for us to have sex and now, I love you so much more like I was thinking I did and now I know I love you with all of my heart. I love you more than just my cousin baby."
"I love you more than just a cousin too. I knew I loved you more than just a cousin the day we went around the big pond to the other side to be alone that day when you told me about the break up you had with your ex-boyfriend three years ago. Holding you that day you felt so warm and your skin felt so soft as it does now. I've all ways wanted to make love to you so much ever since that day." as I played with her tits by squeezing them and flicking my fingers over her hard nipples.
"I want you to make love to me now please. I wanted you to make love to me that day three years ago. Why didn't you make love to me then?"
"I didn't feel that was the time or the place, since you were grieving over your ex and I didn't think you would want me the way I wanted you since that day." as I kept squeezing and flicking her tits and nipples. I was even sliding my dick back and forth on her bald mound.
"Would you have made love to me had I said to make love to me?"
"Yes, I more than likely would've. But you didn't, so I didn't make my move on you then since I didn't know how you may have felt about me." still playing with her tits and nipples, while still sliding my dick around on her mound.
"Oh babe that feels so damn good. Come here baby, I need you to put your fucking big as cock in my hot pussy."
I let my dick slide down across her clit as I let it slide down to her pussy hole. My dick had started collecting some of her pussy juices as soon as the head of my dick slid down past Sandy's clit.
As I slid my dick back up toward her clit my dick head caught on her pussy hole and then slipped inside of her pussy. Sandy's pussy is so wet and tight as well as hot too, "Good thing your pussy is so fucking wet or I wouldn't have been able to slide my dick into you like this. You're so tight."
"Oh fuck baby. Your cock is so damn big is why my pussy is so tight. I've never had a cock as big as yours is. Now fuck me Roger. I love you so damn much. I need you to make love to me babe, right now!"
I started sliding my dick in and out of Sandy's pussy and then leaned over her and started kissing her on the mouth in a French kiss, feeling her tits pressed into my chest and feeling how hard her nipples are.
After I broke the kissing off I then leaned down more and sucked a nipple into my mouth, then lightly flicking my tongue over her nipple, then a moment later I switched to her other tit and nipple.
"Oh fuck me baby. I need you to fuck me hard baby. I need to cum now baby."
I then started fucking in and out harder and faster, "Oh fuck sexy you are so fucking tight. I love you so much."
"Oh yes baby, I love you so much too. You're about to make me cum. Please make me cum baby."
I sat up straighter and lifted her legs up to put her legs on my shoulders and fucked her faster than I was and it felt like I may have got deeper into her pussy than I was, when I lifted her legs up and put them on my shoulders.
"Oh baby you are so deep in my pussy now. I feel you fucking me so fucking deep baby. Don't stop fucking me. I'm about to fucking cum... Oh fuck me..."
I reached down and pulled on her nipples like I was trying to pull them off of her tits and rubbed them around between my thumb and finger, "Oh fuck me I'm ab... I'm fucking cumming baby, yes."
I felt Sandy's pussy muscles start to squeeze my dick as I pushed her legs back to practically fold her in half and raised my knees up and started fucking downward into her, "Oh fuck I'm fucking cumming again baby, shit. Oh yes, you are so fucking deep making me cum so damn much baby, fuck."
"I'm about to cum too baby. Where do you want me to cum at?"
"I want it in my pussy. Fill my pussy up with your hot baby making cum. I want to feel you cumming in my pussy." I then felt the first rope of cum shoot out of my dick into Sandy's hot tight bald pussy.
"There it is baby. I'm pumping your hot pussy full of my cum now baby."
"Yes I feel your hot cum hitting the back of my pussy, so fucking deep. It feels so damn good to have your cum filling my pussy up after all this time. I've wanted to feel your cum feeling me up for so long now and I'm finally getting to feel it filling me up. I don't want you to waist any more cum again I want it all in me. I want to taste your cum... Oh fuck I'm cumming again shit."
I felt like I had cum more in Sandy's pussy than I had any other time in my life. With all the women I've been with in my life, sex with them hasn't been as good as it was here with Sandy.
When we calmed down and had quit cumming I collapsed onto my side, pulling Sandy with me while keeping my dick stuck in her pussy. I kept my arms wrapped around her kissing around on her face and she kept her arms wrapped around me too, "Oh man Sandy, you are the best. I've never had sex as good as what we just shared."
"I was just thinking the same thing myself. No other guy has made me cum so much at one time like this. I meant every word about loving you and not wanting any other man but you only."
"I love you too and have loved you now for some time. I don't want any other woman in my life but you and only you."
"What about my mom? Do you want her too?"
"Aaaa... Why... you ask... me about her? Is there something I need to know before I answer that question?"
I saw this shit eating grin come over Sandy's face and then, she said, "It's been a while since mom has been with a guy and she is afraid of going out to find a guy that may be no better than dad was or is. She told me what she was going to do when she talked to you about sleeping with me tonight because you are the only man she feels that either of us can trust in the family and she sure as hell can't trust any man outside of this family. I must say I feel the same way. I do love you more than any man in this world and I really think mom loves you the same way as I do but she's not sure how you feel about her."
"I love her too but I've never really masturbated while thinking of her. I may have trouble now that she has kissed me when she asked you to leave us alone so that she could talk to me this evening. Had it not been for you wanting me to have sex with you this evening, I know I would've thought about her before I was able to go to sleep tonight. I am wondering if I may end up dreaming about both of you when I do go to sleep here in a little bit. I'll have to think about just how much I may love Aunt May now but one thing for sure is I do love you more than any other woman, outside of the family."
"I hope you can love her as much as you do me or at least close to as much as you do me. I'm willing to share you with her and may be sharing you with your mom even if you want to have sex with her, since her and your dad isn't having sex like I know your mom would like to."
"I've had that imprecision when over hearing some of her conversations. The problem is she will not talk to me about anything that I may be able to help her with or figure out how or what she may need to do to make things better between her and dad. She all ways said it is better to talk about them than to leave them bottled up inside but she doesn't follow that rule of thumb, so I've done the same thing to her and since I don't feel like I can talk to her about everything, like she says I can, so I end up not talking to her about anything that may help to talk out.
"Mom and I talk about everything together but she waits to talk to me about things when she can talk without breaking down and crying her eyes out, while she is trying to talk. I'm pretty much the same way too."
"I wish it was that way with mom and me but she shuts me out so I end up shutting her out as well."
"I'm sorry to hear that. That explains why the two of you aren't very close then."
"You got it."
"Will you open up to my mom if she opens up to you?"
"Yes I will. I do have things to talk to either her or mom about but the person I talk to needs to be willing to talk to me as well."
"I'm willing to open up and talk to you babe." Sandy and I kissed each other and just held each other as we drifted off to sleep.
by HankWilliam1996
Bitch Sister
1. PROLOGUE: HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
My sister was a pain in the ass. She always had been and probably always would have been if she hadn't become my personal slut. For my whole life, I have had to deal with the fact that my sister was incredibly hot. Now it wasn't that I didn't know she was pretty, but I didn't see her that way for two reasons:
1. She was my sister and incest was morally wrong.
2. She was easily one of the most shallow and bitchiest girls I had ever known.
While she got the looks, I got the brains. I graduated high school at sixteen and at twenty was in my last year of my college degree. Unfortunately, being smart doesn't get you the chicks and I was a twenty-year-old virgin. I wasn't hideous looking; I was just the epitome of average. Yet, even though I could debate eloquently and with a vengeance, when I was face to face with a girl in a non-academic setting, my brain became mush and I became verbally impotent.
That brings me to Christmas 2011. I came home from Harvard as I usually did during my Christmas break. Also, as usual, my younger sister, who just turned eighteen a couple weeks ago, razzed me, the moment she saw me, "So has my big brother finally got his cane polished?"
My sister had been obsessed with my non-existent sex life for the past couple of years. She kept taunting me with uncomfortable questions like:
"Do college girls spit or swallow, Matthew?"
"Have you fucked some nerdy virgin yet, Matthew?"
"Hey stud. Any luck munching cunt, Matthew?"
Each question was dripping with sarcasm, as she already knew the answer.
Like every other time, I ignored her blunt question, my face red with embarrassment, and walked away.
I heard her call out, "Does big brother need some lessons?"
I kept walking, frustrated that I let my slutty bitch of a sister get to me. In my room, on my laptop, watching porn (a daily or twice daily routine), I closed my eyes and my mind wandered to teaching my sister a lesson; turning off her aggressive bitchiness and making her my little fuck slut. I came all over myself fantasizing about my sister sucking my cock. Once spent, I pondered, was there some way to make this kinky fantasy a reality.
2. BREASTFED BY SISTER
Next day, I had already been up for a few hours when Sandra finally staggered into the kitchen in a thin robe that barely contained her big breasts. She saw me staring at her and asked, shocking me, "Is big brother getting hard checking out his little sister?"
Rattled by the seductive tone and the undeniable evidence growing in my pants, I stammered, "S-S-Sandra, stop it."
Her smile dripped with a perversion I often saw in porn, "Stop what, big brother?"
She walked towards me and I held my breath, nervous, like I get when any girl talks to me. My palms get sweaty and my mind muddled. I attempted to pretend I was not distracted by her body and the white flesh I saw peaking out of her thin robe. "Stop talking drivel."
She laughed, her voice syrupy sweet, "I'll take that as a yes, big brother."
Her hands now on my legs, I stammered, "S-S-Sandra, don't p-p-put words in my m-m-mouth."
She leaned forward, her hot breath on my ear, her hand cupping her breast, "Oh, I have a good idea what you would like in your mouth, big brother."
I let out an involuntary moan, brought on by her hot breath and naughty innuendo, and was paralyzed.
She stunned me again when she squeezed my fully erect cock and with her tongue now in my ear whispered, "Oh my, your cock is rock hard. Are you hard for your sister, big brother?"
My brain no longer functioning at its usual capacity, I responded incoherently with a bunch of grunts and half words.
She bit my ear, her hand rubbing my cock through my jeans, "Has your little sister made you so fucking horny that my Harvard brother can't even articulate a complete sentence?"
Still paralyzed with pleasure and stunned by her inappropriateness, I was unable to answer.
Her breast hit my face and she asked, "Have you ever touched a breast, big brother?"
I shook my head yes, having once touched my chemistry partner's breast by accident.
As if reading my mind, she added, "On purpose and with consent?"
I shook my head no, my humiliation burning.
"Do you want to touch your little sister's big breasts?" she purred.
My conscience attempted to scream no, but was silenced by the little devil in my head.
She gave my cock a solid squeeze and whispered in my ear, "All you have to do big brother is ask and you can see and touch your baby sister's tits."
All the years of loneliness and fantasy had built up inside and instead of doing the right thing, I did the thing that felt right down below the belt and let out in a whisper of a plea, "Please."
"Please what?" she asked, opening her robe a bit to allow me to see more of her white flesh.
I stammered, desperate to see and touch her big breasts that had been untouchable for so long, "M-m-may I touch your breasts, Sandra?"
"You want to touch your baby sister's titties?" she questioned, pushing me even further to the brink of no return.
"Yes," I replied, wanting nothing more.
She let the strap holding her robe together fall to her side, and her big right breast popped out in full view for me. Her nipple was erect, which meant she was getting turned on too from this little charade, and I instinctively leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.
Her moan in my ear was all the approval I needed. I sucked it into my mouth and used my tongue to swirl around it, like I had read about on the internet. She whispered into my ear, "That feels so good big brother. Use your teeth a bit."
Obeying her instructions, I bit her nipple gently and she moaned again in my ear, "That's it big brother, you are such a bad, bad boy."
Being called bad boy turned me on, as I had always been perceived as "Mr. Perfect" or "Mr. Good-Boy". I bit her nipple a little harder and she let out a little yelp and gave a slight chuckle, "You really want to be a bad boy, don't you big brother?"
I bobbed my head in the affirmative, refusing to let her luscious breast out of my mouth. She gave my cock another squeeze and said, "This is going to be your best Christmas ever, big brother."
Suddenly, she pulled her breast away and kissed me on the lips shoving her tongue in my mouth. The sloppy but passionate kiss lasted only a second or two, but it was so intense I could feel my juices flowing like never before. Unfortunately, she broke it too soon and whispered, "All good things come to those who wait, big brother." She pulled her robe back around her body and went back to her room. Just before she was about to disappear from view she turned and added, "And no jerking off big brother. I want you on the brink of pleasure at all times, understood?"
I nodded my head in reluctant agreement, my cock already near the point of no return.
She smiled, "Good boy," and walked away.
I sat in my chair for minutes, waiting for my reaction to her sexual onslaught to calm down, as I reflected on what had just happened. I had just voluntarily attempted incest and wanted to finish the job. I tried to figure out what Sandra had in mind. She was a crazy girl and, I assumed, a pretty big slut, but seducing her own brother seemed unlikely. Yet, how else could you explain the past fifteen minutes? Unless she was setting me up to humiliate me completely. That scenario seemed just as likely, if not even more so than the scenario that ended with me fucking her. What was I thinking? Fucking my own sister was morally wrong on so many levels...yet, the only thing on my mind was making that absurdity a reality. I was even more determined to make my fantasy a reality, I was going to lose my virginity to my sister...one way or another.
3. MY FIRST BLOW JOB...A PLAN EMERGES
That evening, around 11:30, I was in my room doing research for my one of my papers when my phone vibrated.
I reached for it, wondering who would text me at this time of night. It was from Sandra.
Sister: Big brother, get your ass to Beth's house now.
I stared at the phone for another minute when another text came.
Sister: NOW!
I texted back: Fine, I'll be there in fifteen or twenty.
I sighed as common sense had come to me after I had time to think about what had transpired between Sandra and me. Yes, my sister was incredibly hot and I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but not to my sister. Still, I had decided she could be very helpful in teaching me how to talk to girls, and a party seemed like the perfect place to experiment with talking to girls. They would be younger, dumber, and I would not have to see them at school on Monday if I was rejected. I had also met a lot of her friends and they were all pretty hot and I assumed as slutty as she was. Maybe, she would set me up with one of her friends. Plus, the party was at Beth's house and she was an incredibly hot British redhead friend of Sandra's. On many occasions she had been the main attraction of my stroke fantasies. So I quickly got dressed and drove to Beth's house. Quite a few cars were parked at the house and I quickly realized I was heading into a high school party as a college student. I had never been to a high school party, even when I was in high school, so trepidation quickly filled me. After reconsidering just turning around and going home, I figured fuck it, I am a twenty-year-old man, it was time to stop being a pussy. Suddenly feeling confident, I got out of my car and made my way to the party.
Once inside, there were wall-to-wall teenagers drinking, dancing and making out. I squeezed by the plethora of teenagers, looking for my sister. I was there for fifteen minutes, ignored completely by the masses, before Della, a chubby friend of my sister's, saw me and grabbed my hand and said, while dragging me, "Come with me."
She pulled me, through more throngs of people, downstairs into the basement and to a relatively secluded room in the back. She knocked twice and a few seconds later Beth opened it and walked away. I entered the room and Della closed it and locked it. Once in the room I glanced around and realized I was there with Della, Beth and Sandra. Beth and Sandra were playing some dancing game on the wii. Sandra was dressed in a short tight black skirt, a blue skimpy t-shirt and black pantyhose. She was shoeless; I could see her stocking-clad feet, a fetish of mine I could never truly explain. The sight of a girl's feet in pantyhose was the ultimate turn-on, even though feet without stockings did nothing for me, just another bizarre quirk in my celibate life. Beside her was Beth, also in a black skirt, although not as short, and wearing beige pantyhose, with her stocking-clad feet also in full view. I watched, like a teenage boy, my cock erect, at the two girls moving their bodies to the beat of some song I didn't recognize.
Della sat down on the floor beside the couch, which perplexed me, as the couch was completely empty. Although quite chubby, she was very pretty and had massive breasts that complimented her chubbiness. She was quite shy and seldom said much the few times she had been at our house. I didn't move, but returned my gaze to Beth and her amazing legs. Every once and a while, my gaze would shift to my sister. As soon as my cock was erect, I began thinking with the wrong head and all logic faded away. My mind began to replay this morning's events and I began to think dirty thoughts of my sister and me.
The song ended,Sandra turned, looked at me and smiled, "Hi, big brother." She walked over and gave me a big hug, her large breasts squishing against my chest. The hug was definitely longer than any hug she had ever given me in the past, but not overtly sexual. However, after having her breast in my mouth a dozen hours earlier, the hug enhanced the sexual tension inside of me. When she let go, she kissed me on the cheek and walked to the couch, joining Beth who was already sitting down. Sitting down beside Della, her eyes never leaving mine, she surprised the shit out of me when she ordered, "Della, my feet are sore, please rub them like a good girl."
I let out an audible gasp as Della, without a word, proceeded to take my sister's stocking-clad left foot into her hands and began massaging it.
I continued to stare at the bizarre scene. I looked back to my sister. Her smile broad, confident and seductive, she asked Beth, "Are your feet sore too, Beth?"
Beth responded in a far too scripted way, "Actually, yes Sandra they are killing me."
Sandra asked Beth, "Would you like my big brother to massage your feet for you?"
"That would be lovely," she said, her British accent making my cock twitch.
Sandra looked back to me and said, ever-so-sweetly, "Would you be a dear, big brother, and massage Beth's aching feet?"
I prayed this was all part of my sister's plan to get me laid as foreshadowed this morning. If Beth was my first fuck that would be a legendary story. My cock leading the way, I walked over to the couch and knelt beside Beth. I eagerly took her sweaty left stocking-clad foot into my hands and began to massage her it. Her purple painted nails looked so sexy and enticing, covered by the beige coloured pantyhose.
My sister explained Della's position to me as both beauty queens received foot massages. "So big brother, since you so obediently obeyed my request, I think I can explain what is expected of you. You are going to be my personal servant whenever you are home. This includes massages, getting me things, doing my homework and other, undisclosed, things." Beth chuckled at the implication, as I assumed, of some things sexual.
"You see, at school, parties and cheerleading practices I have my own personal full service servant, Della here, isn't that right Della?"
"Yes, Mistress," she replied, never looking up from her current task.
My head spun with the power my sister had over this sweet chubby girl, and the power she assumed she had over me. It was the final straw. All the past two years of her condescending attitude over me had come to a breaking point and I decided it was time to turn the tides on my sister. My mind began racing at the opportunity of not just fucking my sister, but turning her into my personal full-service servant. She was like so many characters in the stories I read, dominant in theory, but really that was just a facade to her real sexual needs...to be controlled. I was suddenly determined and convinced I could make this happen, but I needed to set it up. So for the time being I would have to play along. Sandra continued, patting the chubby girl on the head, "Good girl. Now big brother, are you willing to be my unconditional full-service home-servant?"
Faking an eagerness to build her confidence and imply my weakness, "Yes, Sandra."
"You will obey my every command?" she questioned.
"Yes," I agreed, way too quickly to be considered anything more than eager to comply.
"Good boy," she purred. "Do you want to fuck Beth?"
"Yes," I replied, this time with no attempt at manipulation.
"If you earn your keep, you will get to do exactly that, fuck the tight cunt of my best friend," Sandra bluntly announced, clearly showcasing her dominant power among her group.
I looked at Beth whose face was red, seemingly embarrassed by the offer my sister had presented to me, but she said nothing, showing the hierarchy of the group. Clearly Sandra was at the top of the cheerleader power play, with Beth beneath her and Della at the very bottom.
I briefly pondered if Beth too was a submissive to my sister. I switched feet and Beth let out a slight moan. Sandra asked Beth, "Does my brother give good foot massages?"
"Fucking amazing," Beth moaned, her British accent making it sound even naughtier.
"Well, I better check it out for myself. Della go massage Beth's feet while my big brother does mine," she commanded.
Della and I switched places, making eye contact briefly. In her eyes I saw her embarrassment at how she was being treated, but also an excited eagerness to please, like so many subs I had read about. I took my sister's stocking-clad foot into my hand and began massaging. I should note that I completely understood the science of a massage, and was pretty confident that I could get any women rather horny just by using the right amount of pressure and hitting the right spots...like I had been doing to Beth.
The room was silent as I attempted to trigger my sister's erogenous zones in her foot that would bring spasms of pleasure throughout her whole body. A slight moan escaped her lips a couple of minutes into the foot massage and she eventually spoke, "Oh my, big brother, you are very good at this."
I responded, pretending I had no clue what I was doing, "Oh really, I have never done this before."
"Hmmmm," she moaned, as I put pressure on a spot I was pretty sure would bring her tingles of teasing pleasure.
A couple of minutes later, Sandra talked to Beth as if I wasn't there. "So, Beth, as I began to tell you earlier, my brother has a pretty big cock."
Beth asked, "Have you seen it?"
"Not yet, but I got a solid feel while he was nursing on my breasts," Sandra announced.
"What?" Beth gasped, clearly surprised by her best friend's revelation.
My cock had been in an awkward erect position in my pants for a while now and I could no longer resist shifting its position. I tried to do it slyly, but my sister noticed. "Is giving your baby sister a foot massage getting you hard, big brother?"
Faking embarrassment, I stammered, putting my head down, "Y-y-y-yes."
"Stand up, big brother," she ordered.
I reluctantly let go off her stockinged foot, a touch I could hold onto forever.
"Show us your cock, big brother," she demanded, her voice dripping with sexy sweetness.
Playing the game, pretending to be insecure, I responded with nervousness, "No, don't be silly." In reality, even though I was a virgin, and very nervous around women, I knew I had a pretty big cock. I had done a lot of research on normal size and so forth. I was a little over 8 inches long. And for some reason, maybe because I had turned this whole silliness into a challenge to defeat her and make her my sex slave, I was no longer nervous. I was determined.
"Now!" she demanded, her sexy sweetness gone. It was clear she was not used to having people say 'no' to her.
I shifted to fake pleading. "Please, Sandra, not here, not in front of other people."
Her smile returned, "You have already agreed to be my personal servant."
Again feigning innocence, I argued, "But that didn't include showing my penis."
"Your penis," she cackled, "now that is funny. Don't you mean your cock?"
I lowered my head again and pretended to be a prude. "I can't say that word."
"Say it!" she ordered, her smile gone, her tone demanding.
I whispered, so quiet no one could hear it, "Cock."
"Louder!"
I repeated the word loud enough to be heard, "Cock."
"Show us your cock," my sister demanded.
"Please don't," I pleaded one more time.
"Now, slave!" she ordered, pushing the envelope.
Deciding to look completely whipped, defeated and weak, I responded, making a very conscious word choice, "Yes, Mistress."
As I began to unbuckle my pants, her smile returned and her tone implied complete triumph, "Mistress, I like that big brother. For now on when we are in private, you are to refer to me as Mistress Baby Sister, is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Baby Sister," I replied, like a brainwashed sub, as I allowed my pants to drop to the floor.
She pulled up her skirt a bit, opened her legs and tore her pantyhose at the crotch. I got a quick glimpse of her pink pussy as she was apparently commando. She demanded, "Slut, get to work."
I watched as Della quickly crawled between my sister's legs and dove into my sister's pussy.
Sandra continued talking to me as if it was normal to have someone between her legs while talking to her brother, "Now your underwear, big brother."
I discarded my underwear and released my fully erect cock to my sister and her beautiful redheaded friend. "Oh my," Beth said, the impressed look on her face sending a chill up my back, and building me with much needed confidence.
"Oh my, indeed," my sister concurred, staring at my stiff cock.
"Do you want to fuck it, Beth?" my sister asked, thoroughly matter-of-fact.
"Five minutes ago I would have politely declined, but now I may have to reconsider," she said, standing up and walking over to me.
My sister offered, "Well, you better go and inspect the merchandise."
Beth laughed, but surprised me by dropping to her knees. Her British accent was so sexy as she complimented me again, "I shouldn't, but fuck, it looks so damn tasty."
She took my cock in her hand and slightly stroked it. A spasm quaked my body and I was worried I might come.
Sandra, leading her on, teased, "Go ahead Beth, suck it. You know you want to."
Beth looked back at Sandra and challenged back, "You want me to suck his cock, don't you?"
Sandra shrugged, acting all innocent, "Maaaaaaybe."
Beth turned back to me, looked up from her subservient position, "So Matthew, do you want me to suck your big cock?"
"Desperately," I responded, no longer playing a game with my sister.
Beth looked back at Sandra and said, "Last chance to stop me. I know you want to suck it too, Sandra."
Sandra shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. But for now I will be content watching my big brother get his first blow job."
Beth smiled up at me, "Matthew, you would get a lot more pussy if girls knew what you had hidden behind your geeky exterior."
Before I could respond, Beth opened her pretty little mouth and leaned forward. Her warm mouth felt more amazing then anything I had ever felt before. My body melted and my mind went to mush. She began slowly moving up and down on my cock, taking about half of it in her mouth. In less than a minute, I could feel the undeniable boiling in my balls and knew I was going to come soon. Deciding to throw a slight amount of doubt into Sandra's master plan of sibling dominance, I grabbed Beth's head and held it in place as I quickly face-fucked the gorgeous red-headed cocksucker. She let out a surprised sound, but after only a couple of pumps between her sweet lips I was shooting my cum down her throat. When I was done coming, I let go of her head and quickly apologized, stammering for full-effect, "I-I-I am so sorry B-B-Beth, I don't know what came over me."
I looked up at Sandra who seemed surprised by my aggressive action, but seemed just as quickly to fall for my blithering idiot apology. Beth looked up at me surprised as well, but instead of being angry, responded, yanking on my cock one last time, "No problem, Tiger. I like a man who knows what he wants." Standing up, she turned to my sister and added, "Your brother's cum is yummy."
Sandra moaned, as Della between her legs was clearly getting her horny as well, I assume, she was also getting horny from my little show with Beth. Sandra trying to re-establish her power in the room over the rest of us, demanded, "Get me off, my sub, now."
Della's head began to move back and forth a bit and I saw her right hand disappear between my sister's wide spread legs. I watched intently while pulling my underwear and pants back up.
I announced, "Well I should get going."
"Don't you want to watch your little sister come?" she pouted dramatically.
"If you wish, Mistress Baby Sister," I responded, attempting to manipulate her by giving her a deceiving amount of confidence.
"I wish, big brother," she moaned, grabbing Della's head and pushing it deeper into her pussy. "I'm so close, big brother. Watching Beth suck your big cock was so fucking hot. Be a good sub for me and you can fuck Beth. You can also fuck Della, she loves it up her plump fat ass. Ummmm, yes, I'm coming big brother, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!"
The thought of fucking Beth was enticing, as was the thought of getting in Della's back door, but I was now more determined than ever to lose my virginity to the hottest girl I knew...my sister. I watched my sister collapse back on the coach as an orgasm exploded through her. Deciding now was the perfect time to leave, I looked at Beth and said, with sincerity and befuddled innocence, "T-t-thanks Beth, that w-w-was awesome."
Beth chuckled, "No problem, Matthew, the pleasure was all mine."
I had a witty comment back, but decided not to make it and said, "I hope to s-s-see you again, Beth."
Beth responded, "You never know."
"Oh, I know," Sandra said, adding her two cents' worth.
I gave a half wave and left the room and the party and drove home, my mind spinning deviously. Tomorrow I would start my plan to make my sister, my slut.
4. A PLAN IN ACTION
Sandra didn't come home that night doing who knows what with who knows who, and didn't arrive back home till the evening of the 23rd . I had a variety of ideas to turn my sister, but they all required being alone. Now that was no longer an option. Mom and dad were home and we were watching the news when my little sister dropped on the couch beside me.
Mom asked, her tone implying the answer better be no, "You are not going out again, are you?"
"No, Mom," she replied, "the 23rd is tradition."
"Good," Mom responded, clearly relieved.
The 23rd was always Christmas movie night, a tradition since as long as I can remember. Sandra picks the first movie and I get second choice.
Sandra squeezed my leg subtly as she used it to push herself up. She stretched, her tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination, and said, "I am going to get in my jammies, then it is time to watch Home Alone."
Mom stood up also. "Well, I will go make popcorn and hot chocolate while everyone else gets comfortable."
I too got up and went and changed into my evening wear. My parents' house is quite chilly in the evenings, so it usually includes flannel pyjamas. In my room, I took off my jeans and, on the spur of the moment, with a potential plan popping into my head, I also discarded my underwear. I threw on my flannel pyjamas and returned to the couch. I grabbed a blanket, one big enough for Sandra and me, and waited. The genius of the plan spinning in my head was that the way the living room was set up, both Mom and Dad sat on their favourite chairs, and neither could see us without turning back, which they seldom did. My plan relied on oblivious parents and my blanket. Sis returned in what could in no one's definition be called pyjamas. She wore a halter top that barely held in her big tits and Lulu Lemon short shorts. It was the exact outfit I imagined when I fantasized about an all-girls' slumber party. She smiled at me and joined me on the couch, slithering under the warm blanket before either parent saw her whore-wear. I wondered if she was thinking of toying with me in the same manner I was planning on toying with her. It was a game of sexual chess, and I was a whiz at chess.
Mom returned with popcorn and hot chocolate and like the 1950s June Cleaver Mother she was, she made sure we were both comfortable before the movie started. As the movie began, my head spun with how and when I should initiate the plan. Knowing we were watching two movies, I played it cool throughout the first movie. Sandra attempted to distract me by putting her hand on my leg a few minutes into the movie, but she was clearly not as confident and brazen, with our parents in the same room, as she had been in the kitchen just yesterday. I decided to make my move when the bad guys in movie were finally inside Kevin's house. It was now my turn to be brazen. I grabbed her hand, and in one quick lightning strike, led it inside my pyjama bottoms to my semi-erect cock.
She let out a surprised yelp and both my parents turned around. My Mom asked, "Anything wrong, Sandra?"
Her face flushed, her hand wrapped around my cock, my parents completely oblivious to the incestuous act currently happening right behind them, and she covered well. "Oh nothing Mom. I just always jump when Kevin almost gets caught."
My dad chuckled, "Oh Sandra, you never change."
I thought to myself, 'If you only knew the half of it, dad.' The movie continued and I looked at my sister, my timidity now gone, my confidence now growing along with my hard-on. I reached under the blanket and, using my hand, made it clear what was expected...a hand job.
She smiled, seemingly impressed by my aggressive out-of-character action, and began slowly stroking my no- erect cock.
The rest of the movie flew by as my hot sister slowly stroked my cock. The movie ended, and when dad stood up, Sandra went to pull her hand out of my pyjamas. I grabbed her hand, startling her, and held it in place. My dad turned to me and asked, still oblivious to the power struggle happening right in front of him, "So what movie next, Matthew? Let me guess, Jingle All the Way."
Every year since I was eight, I had picked Jingle All the Way, an Arnold Schwarzengger Christmas movie that was just so bad, yet I loved it. I wanted to be the Turbo Man when I was a kid. I let go of my sister's hand and, as I expected, she didn't move it off my cock, and said, "Of course, Dad."
He shook his head, "Well you two are nothing if not predictable." I barely was able to let out a laugh at that comment.
My Mom asked, "Any more popcorn for you two?"
"Sure Mom," I replied, "and some egg-nog too, please."
"Sure thing honey," Mom replied, before asking my sister, "And how about you, Sandra?"
Clearly flustered by the fact that my cock was in her hand with our Mother inches away, she was barely able to answer, "S-s-sure Mom, egg-nog would be fine."
"Are you ok?" Mom asked, leaning in and putting her hand on Sandra's forehead, "You are not getting sick are you? You are really flushed."
Sandra stammered, going even redder, "I-I-I'm fine, Mom. It's just a bit hot in here."
Mom stood back up, "Well, you have no fever. That is good. Hate for you to get sick before Christmas. Make sure you get lots of liquids in you."
"OK, Mom," she finished, as Mom left the room. Dad stretched, "I'll be back in five, I need to check my e-mail."
Once alone, Sandra hit me with her free hand and said, "Oh my fucking God, Matthew, that was so close."
Knowing this was a key moment in the power shift I was implementing, I said, my tone implying who was in charge, "Sandra, are you wearing panties?"
"Yes," she replied, slightly confused by the frank question.
"Get rid of them," I ordered, before taking her hand out of my pyjamas and standing up.
Her facial expression was exactly what I expected, bewildered, yet impressed.
"What is big brother planning to do?" she asked, in a whisper.
"Just do as you're told," I replied in a dominant tone and walked away, leaving her hopefully stunned and more importantly, obedient.
I went to the bathroom, praying my plan was working, that my assessment of my sister's sexual needs was right.
Just as the movie was about to start, I sat back down beside my sister, and asked, "Mom, do we have any baby carrots?"
"I think so," she responded, "let me go check."
She left and returned a couple minutes later with a bowl of baby carrots. I thanked her for being the best Mom in the world and the movie began.
Knowing that anticipation is half the battle in any situation of control, I watched the first half hour of the movie without touching or even looking at my sister, but I could tell she kept glancing at me, wondering what I had in mind, or if I was just bluffing. Finally, I made my move. I put my hand under the blanket, moved between her legs and as expected learned she had obeyed my request. I patted her pussy through her short shorts and reached for the carrot bowl with my free hand. I could tell she was watching me closely and curiously. Yet, her face also showed, for the first time in memory, nervousness. I put the bowl on my lap and took one carrot. I looked directly into my sister's eyes with a confident smug smile, the same one she had used on me so many times, as I put my hand back under the blanket. I grabbed her hand and with some awkwardness got her to hold her shorts open so I could have easy access to her cunt. Her eyes went big when she realized what I was about to do. I slid the carrot into her cunt, fucked her with it for three quick strokes, and pulled it out. My eyes never leaving hers, and my smile never changing, I tossed the carrot into my mouth.
Sandra's mouth was wide open in stunned shock. I reached for another carrot and surprised her again when I slid it into her cunt and left it there. Her eyes remained wide, like a girl in a horror film, as she realized what I had just done. I inserted a second carrot and she just looked at me stunned, paralyzed by the turn of events, the shifting of power. A third followed, as did a fourth, fifth and sixth, each time she bit her lip to not let out a moan. As I reached for a seventh, she shook her head no. I shook my head yes and inserted a seventh carrot inside her gaping, but now quite full, cunt. I reached for an eighth carrot and she again shook her head no, this time quite adamant. I smiled and moved my hand underneath the blanket one last time. She pushed my hand away and I gave her a glare that seemed to startle her. I inserted an eighth carrot, barely, inside her and slowly pushed her legs together. The look on her face as she attempted to not let out a moan, grunt, etc, was priceless, better than any MasterCard commercial.
I had her return her hand to my cock. She took it in her hand and began stroking it again. My confidence rising, I allowed her to just sit there, carrots filling her cunt as I returned to watching the movie. About fifteen minutes later, knowing I was close, I decided to take a big risk. I touched her mouth with my finger and pointed to my cock. She shook her head no, clearly mortified by my suggestion. I pointed to my parents who were, as often happened, both asleep in their chairs.
I repeated the suggestion, this time reaching for her head. She again shook her head no, but as expected didn't resist as I slowly pushed her head down onto her brother's cock. She took it in her mouth and I held her head there as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, my parents just a few feet away. If they were awake, there was no way they couldn't hear the slight slurp sounds she made as she tried to not gag on my cock as I face-fucked her. In less than a minute, I shot a load of cum into my sister's mouth. I kept pumping my cock between her lips until I was spent. I let go of her head and she moved back up and gave me a glare that should have scared me, yet only made me more confident that I would have her as my complete fuck-toy soon. I used my hand to open her legs again and pulled out a carrot. I popped it in my mouth and winked at her as I pulled up my pyjamas just as the movie ended.
Without warning, seven carrots still deep inside my slut sister, I said, "Mom, dad, wake up, the movie is over."
Sandra sat up startled, closing her legs and letting out a whimper as the carrots still inside her teased her.
Mom rubbed her eyes and stretched before getting up. She looked at Sandra and said, "Honey, you are still flushed. You should probably go to bed and get some rest."
Sandra gave me a look that could kill and agreed, "I suppose, I am pretty tired." She wrapped the blanket around her and slowly stood up. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing.
Mom grabbed some dishes and Dad remained snoozing in his chair. Sandra glared at me one more time before heading to her room, walking so cautiously I couldn't help but chuckle. I smiled, knowing she was going to be completely mine...soon.
5. TURNING HER COMPLETELY
I woke early the next morning in anticipation and preparation for the finishing move of my game. I had breakfast with Mom and Dad and they went off for their half-day workdays, promising to be home by lunch or shortly after.
Once they were gone, I stretched and went to put my final plan in action. One thing I knew was that my sister was a sound sleeper, which was perfect. I went to my parents' room, grabbed some of my Mom's pantyhose, and sneaked into my sister's room. My sister was still in the same attire as last night and was sound asleep. I reached her bed and slowly pulled her arm up until it reached her metal headboard. I tied her right wrist snugly to the headboard and, as expected, Sandra didn't even stir. I then gently rolled her onto her back and quickly tied her left wrist to the headboard as well. Content that she was restrained, I got naked and crawled between her legs. I pulled her legs apart and slowly pulled down her shorts. I was pleased to see she hadn't bothered to put any panties back on. She was still dead to the world, but I hoped not for long. I moved back to my sister's pretty mouth and started tapping her lips with my cock. I said, "Wake up, sleepy head."
She let out a groggy moan, but didn't move.
I continued tapping my cock on her lips and said, as I reached with my right hand to tap gently on her clit, "Baby sister, time for you to learn your place as my submissive."
She let out an uncontrollable moan at my touch and her eyes attempted to open. She went to swat away my cock, but realized she couldn't. She was awake in a heartbeat and staring at me and my cock.
"What the..." she began, but I shoved my cock in her mouth.
As my cock filled her mouth, I explained, slowly fucking my sister's mouth, "I figured something out at the party the other day, baby sister. Although you play at being domineering with me and your friends, deep down you need discipline. My conclusions were confirmed last night when you obeyed my panties order, allowed me to shove carrots up your cunt and, of course, when you swallowed my load with Mom and Dad just a few feet away. All this time, as I thought you were teasing me out of spite, you were actually a very typical case of bully syndrome, hiding your true needs behind a false front. But I saw through it, you are a slut. A dirty little slut who has craved having her big brother fuck her forever, haven't you?"
I pulled out my cock gag so she could respond. As expected, she played shocked, desperately attempting to hide her true needs and desires. "You sick fuck. Untie me right fucking now."
"Oh yes," I said, "your words say one thing, but your slut cunt says another. I bet if I touch your cunt right now it will be wet, probably drenched thoroughly, maybe even leaking a bit. So baby sis, what will I find?"
"Matthew," she pleaded, knowing her pussy would betray her, "please don't."
"Really, baby sis? I think you want me to touch your cunt, don't you?" I asked, my hand sliding down her belly and stopping just above her pelvis.
"No, I-I," she stammered, clearly stunned by the turn of events.
"Beg your brother to check your pussy, little sister," I demanded. I gave one soft slap on her clit with two fingers.
She let out a loud involuntary moan and begged, "Please, Matthew."
I wasn't sure if she was pleading for me to stop or continue, but decided to go with the latter and slid two fingers deep inside her very damp pussy, she let out a scream. "You are pretty wet, baby sister. Did the thought of becoming your big brother's fuck-toy get you all wet?"
She looked at me with a mixture of frustration, desperation and horniness as my fingers pumped her pussy. "Fuck Matthew, what's gotten into you?"
I shrugged, and played on her words, "I don't know, but I do know what is soon going into you."
I pulled my fingers out and she surprised me by pleading, "Matthew, don't stop, I was sooo close."
I moved towards her face and placed my cock at her lips. "Don't worry sister slave, if you are a good slut, I will make sure you come like you have never come before. Now get your big brother nice and hard so he can fuck your hot cunt," I ordered.
She sighed, but moved her head, as best she could, being bound and all, and took my mushroom top between her lips. I said, "I want you to worship my cock. It is your Master now too and you should treat it like the sacred cock it is."
She didn't respond to my declaration, but used her tongue with amazing precision as she teased just my cock head. It felt fucking amazing and way better than the quick blow-job under the blankets last night. I watched my beautiful sister, my cocky stuck-up bitch of a sister, suck my cock and I smiled. I moved closer so she could suck my cock better and demanded, "Deep throat me, baby sister."
As if she was programmed for complete obedience, she began to gobble my cock, bobbing back and forth like the Energizer Bunny. Making the blow-job even more amazing was she never seemed to slow down. It was obvious she had sucked a lot of cock and I was going to take advantage of her skill. Getting close, I waited till the last possible second, and gave my sister a full facial. My cum sprayed out in three thick streams and hit her hair, forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person.
"You fucker!" my sister blasted, "you could have at least warned me."
"I am sure I am not the first to cover your pretty face with cum, am I?" I asked, reaching down and rolling her left nipple in my hand.
She let out a soft moan at my touch, "No, but that's not the point."
Pinching her nipple, I asked, "So I have to ask. Did you plan to let me fuck you or were you just teasing me?"
She let out a yelp. "Honestly, it started as a game. But when I felt how big your cock was I began to consider it."
"And now?" I asked, twisting her nipple just a tad.
"Do I have a choice?" she whimpered.
"Touché," I smiled, letting go of her nipple. I stood up and began to leave.
"You are not leaving me here," she asked, surprised by my sudden departure.
I turned around, "All good things come to those who wait."
"Get back here, you bastard!" she called out, as I walked out smugly. I went to my room, grabbed my Iphone and returned to my sister's room.
"Say cheese," I said, and took a picture.
"You bastard! Don't you dare take pictures of me!" she exploded.
"Ta-ta-ta, my baby sister," I teased, snapping off a few more pictures, including a couple of close-ups of her cum-coated face. "You do remember who is in charge, don't you? These are just for prosperity. Although they may also come in handy if you decide to not be the obedient little slut I expect you to be."
I crawled between her legs and said, "Your cunt is actually leaking a bit. Being your brother's slut is turning you on, isn't it?"
"No," she argued, "I am always horny in the morning."
"Me too," I chuckled, rubbing my hand on her clit. "Do you want me to lick your slutty cunt, sister?"
She moaned again from my touch, "Yeeeeees."
"Beg, slut!" I demanded, tapping her clit.
"Fuck, Matthew, you are one sick fuck. Please eat my cunt, big brother. Make your baby sister come," she begged, clearly getting turned on by my fingers.
I smiled, adding, as my finger slid back inside her wanton cunt, "And you agree to submit unconditionally to my every command?"
"Yes, dammit, I need to come so bad, big brother," she moaned and pleaded, succumbing to me as I knew she would.
"Good girl," I purred, and buried myself between the legs of my hot sister. Having never tasted a pussy before, I was not sure what I was expecting, but it was neither amazing nor disgusting, but rather a pleasant sweetness. Having read an abundance of porn, I had a vague idea what I should do and began to slowly lick her pussy lips. As her pussy lips glistened with her juices and her moaning began to increase, I moved up and took her clit in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it while sucking it in my mouth.
Sandra screamed, "Oh my bloody God, Matthew, don't stop. Make your baby sister come."
Knowing she was close, I let go of her clit and sat up.
"Nooooooooooooooooo," she pleaded.
I moved between her legs and placed my still erect and ready for round two cock at the entrance of her sweet cunt. Her pleading face quickly changed to a smile as she asked, "Oh, is big brother going to fuck his new slut?"
I tapped my cock on her clit, quick hard taps.
She moaned, getting into it, "Is big brother going to lose his virginity to his baby sister?"
I moved my cock between her sopping wet pussy lips, but not in, feeling just a bit of warmth.
"Oh please, big brother, let your sister take your virginity. I want to feel that big hard cock in me," she moaned, moving her ass up trying to get my cock in her.
"How bad do you want it?" I asked, resisting the temptation to just bury my cock inside her.
"So bad," she moaned.
I reached for my iphone and turned on the camcorder and demanded, "Declare your servitude to me."
She sighed, but gave a riveting performance, "Oh big brother. I am your whore to do with as you please. I will suck your cock and swallow your cum whenever you wish. I will climb on your cock and ride you until you shoot your cum up my pussy. I will bend over and spread my ass cheeks wide as you pound my ass. I will have my sluts crawl over to you and submit to you. You own me. Now please shove that big hard cock of yours in your sister slave."
Pressing pause on my iphone, I slid my cock inside her sauna of sex. She moaned loud and continue her verbal naughtiness, "Oh yes, big brother fuck your sister! Fuck her hard!"
Obliging, I leaned down, so my face was buried between her big firm breasts and I began thrusting in and out as fast as I could. I was in pure heaven. Every fantasy I had of losing my virginity was nothing to the utter pleasure that I was experiencing with my cock buried in my sister's warmth.
"Suck my tits, big brother. Just like you did the other day," she moaned.
I did, going back and forth between her lush breasts, sucking, nibbling and biting. Every once in a while I got so intoxicated playing with my sister's big melons, I stopped fucking her. But a kick in the ass from her and I resumed pounding away.
Finally, she was close as I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my cock as she screamed, "Oh my God, big brother, I'm coming, I'm coming all over your big hard cock."
I leaned up and shoved my tongue down her throat while I fucked her through her orgasm. Our tongues swirled around each other and I began to feel my second orgasm coming. I asked, "I'm going to come soon, my slut. Are you taking birth control?"
"Yes, Master, now cum inside your sister slave," she moaned.
The word Master was like a lightning bolt straight to my cock and in seconds I was coating my sister's cunt walls with my cum.
She bucked her ass up, meeting each thrust as she screamed, "Yes Master, fill me with your seed. Yes, yes, yesssssss."
Once I was spent, I collapsed on her and rolled to her side. She looked into my eyes with complete bliss. After a few seconds she asked, "Master, can you untie me?"
I responded with a smug smile, "Master, I like that."
She replied, "I can't explain it big brother, but as soon as your cock filled me I knew then that this was more than just some perverse game."
"How so?" I asked, untying her left hand.
"I can't explain it. At first, your new attitude pissed me off, then it turned me on, but once you shoved that big snake in me, I knew I was yours."
I finished untying her other wrist and she surprised me, by pushing me onto my back and taking my cock back into her mouth. I decided to test how far she would go. "Baby sister, if you keep sucking my cock, the next place I am inserting my big cock is in your ass."
My sister kept bobbing up and down for a few more seconds before saying, "Well, let's go for the natural hat trick."
I wasn't a big sports fan, but knew that a natural hat trick was three goals in the same period.
"But first, I want you in pantyhose," I demanded.
She smiled, "Do you have a nylon fetish?"
I shrugged, "I love a woman's legs and feet in nylons and expect my sluts to always, and I mean always, be wearing them."
"Yes, Master," she responded, standing up, "Do I have a treat for you." She went to her dresser and pulled out some white pantyhose. She returned to the bed and slowly, seductively, slid them onto her legs. It was then I realized they were not pantyhose, but stockings. My cock flinched as soon as I saw her toes covered in silk. I instinctively pulled her foot to my mouth and sucked on her toes. "Oh my, you really are a fetish freak, big brother," she giggled.
I continued this for a few minutes, while Sandra stroked my cock with her hand. Finally, I said, "Do you have any lube, slut?"
"Yes, Master," she replied and disappeared into her bathroom. Returning a minute later she tossed me the lube.
I ordered, "Get on all fours like a good pet, baby sister."
She obeyed and I coated my cock and her butt crack with a generous amount of lube. Rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks I asked, "Are you ready for your big brother to fuck your ass, baby sister?"
She pushed her ass back searching for my cock, "Yes, Master. Just shove your cock up my shit-hole. Fuck your slave's ass."
Her dirty talk was amazing and I slowly pushed my cock between her ass cheeks. There was a slight resistance as I tried to break through her anal wall, but once I had penetrated through it, my cock easily slid inside her ass. She let out a whimper and moaned, "Master, go slow please, your cock is much bigger than others that have filled my ass."
I slapped her ass, "I am just going to kneel here behind you my slave and you can fuck my cock."
She moaned again and slowly began to ride my cock. At first, her movements were tentative and slow, as if priming me for the main attraction. After a couple of minutes of this slow ass-fuck, she began to get used to my big cock and began to move faster. Soon 6 inches of my cock were disappearing between her ass cheeks and I watched in complete satisfaction as my stocking-clad slave sister bounced back on my cock. I grabbed each stocking ankle for balance as she picked up the pace. A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped her mouth, although she seemed so focused on what she was doing, the dirty talk had quit. As my seventh inch disappeared I realized what she was doing. She was determined to take all eight inches of her big brother's cock up her rectum. With each little bit more that disappeared inside her, another whimper escaped her mouth. It was clear she was feeling both the thrills of such complete submission and the agony of a massive cock in her ass.
Then suddenly, without warning, she leaned forward and then in one quick push back took all eight inches of my cock inside her ass. She screamed, "Oh fucking mother of Jesus." She just sat there, seemingly allowing her ass to adjust to the cock filling her completely. Then slowly she began to move back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. Once she got used to the eight inches inside her ass, she began to accelerate her pace and after a few minutes of steady increase she finally began to actually bounce back onto my cock, her ass crashing into my thighs. They were hard, fast, deliberate, ass tearing thrusts that filled her even more than she could ever imagine. She moaned, she whimpered, she began breathing erratically and I saw her right hand go to her pussy. She began rubbing herself frantically while continuing to impale herself with my eight-inch rod. Finally, she screamed, "Oh my, oh my, oh my God, yes, I'm coming again, sweet Jesus, I have never come like this Master, fuuuuuuuck, yes."
She began shaking and was clearly orgasming from having her ass fucked. Watching her quiver on my cock got my balls boiling and I pushed her onto her chest and drove into her ass, fucking her deep and hard.
Each deep thrust had her letting out indescribable grunts from the awkward position as we both bounced off the bed like it was a trampoline. Two, maybe three, minutes later I collapsed onto her as my semen filled her ass, completing the tri-fecta of sexual satisfaction. After finishing filling her ass with my cum, I just lied there on top of her as my cock, stiff for over an hour and a half, finally began to shrivel inside her.
Now exhausted, I rolled off her and onto my back. She turned to her side, faced me and said, "That was amazing Matthew. I never knew you had that side of you, so strong and powerful."
Smiling I said, "Well, you made the temptation too impossible to resist."
Looking at the clock, Sandra said, "God, I am never up this early."
I shrugged, "It's ten."
"Exactly," she responded.
"Well the 'rents will be home by twelve-ish. So I should explain the ground rules. But first, is Della your only lesbian sub?"
She smiled, devilishly, "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I own you now," I explained, "that means there are no secrets between us."
"Oh," she said, I think finally realizing just so far I planned to take this.
"So...."
"I have a couple of others," she answered.
"Who?"
"One is Allison, she is my nerdy science lab partner, but she is sooooo obedient. The other is someone you do know," my sister teased.
"Yessss."
"It is Mrs. Raske," she revealed.
"No...way," I replied. Mrs. Raske was our next door neighbour and the poster card for MILF. She always wore two piece bikinis outside and just radiated a sexuality that was impossible to not masturbate to. Not to mention she was the Mom of my biggest nemesis and bully when I was young.
"Way," she replied, flicking me on the nose, "and she is a nymphomaniac."
"I can't believe it," I replied, stunned.
"And she has a plan that is actually quite devious," my sister informed me.
"What is it?"
"She wants to seduce Mom," my sister announced, revelling in this naughty knowledge and her ability to still shock me.
My Mom is also quite attractive still. Slightly chubby, but large breasts, sexy legs, gorgeous feet and a smile that makes one melt. I can truthfully say the thought of fucking my Mother had never even occurred to me until my sister revealed this news, even though I had on rare occasion masturbated about her...then it became all I could think about. I asked, trying to play it casual, "How is the plan coming along?"
"Ok. She has given Mom a massage and got Mom wearing a two piece bikini when she tans."
"Wow," I said to no one.
Sandra stood up and asked, "So can I go and wash your cum off my face now?"
"Sure slut," I responded, and then instructed, "but you are to wear stay up stockings or garter-belt and stockings at all times now."
"Of course, Master," she said, with a slight bow.
"And, I want to fuck Beth," I announced, attempting pushing my luck.
"I can't promise that, but she was talking about it after you left last night. As Della brought her to one last orgasm last night she even said if you had not left she would have fucked the shit out of you," my sister informed me.
"No," I said, stunned by the knowledge.
"But," my sister smiled, and said in a surprisingly sincere tone, "I am happy you left. I am happy I was your first, Matthew."
"Me, too, Sandra," I smiled back.
"One more thing," I said.
"Yes, Master," she asked.
"I want to fuck Mrs. Raske. That would be the ultimate revenge on that prick Tyson," I smiled to myself.
"Yeah, he is still a fucking loser," she confirmed, and added, "She will fuck you in a heartbeat, although a bit tougher during the holiday season."
"I leave on January 3rd, I better have fucked Beth and Mrs. Raske, by then," I teased.
"Wow, what have I unleashed?" she smiled, devilishly.
"A long dormant desire, my pet," I responded, standing up, my cock fully erect again.
She smiled, "You are insatiable. Come join me in the shower, big brother."
I did indeed come with her in the shower...and in her.
The End...
by silkstockinglover
1. PROLOGUE: HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
My sister was a pain in the ass. She always had been and probably always would have been if she hadn't become my personal slut. For my whole life, I have had to deal with the fact that my sister was incredibly hot. Now it wasn't that I didn't know she was pretty, but I didn't see her that way for two reasons:
1. She was my sister and incest was morally wrong.
2. She was easily one of the most shallow and bitchiest girls I had ever known.
While she got the looks, I got the brains. I graduated high school at sixteen and at twenty was in my last year of my college degree. Unfortunately, being smart doesn't get you the chicks and I was a twenty-year-old virgin. I wasn't hideous looking; I was just the epitome of average. Yet, even though I could debate eloquently and with a vengeance, when I was face to face with a girl in a non-academic setting, my brain became mush and I became verbally impotent.
That brings me to Christmas 2011. I came home from Harvard as I usually did during my Christmas break. Also, as usual, my younger sister, who just turned eighteen a couple weeks ago, razzed me, the moment she saw me, "So has my big brother finally got his cane polished?"
My sister had been obsessed with my non-existent sex life for the past couple of years. She kept taunting me with uncomfortable questions like:
"Do college girls spit or swallow, Matthew?"
"Have you fucked some nerdy virgin yet, Matthew?"
"Hey stud. Any luck munching cunt, Matthew?"
Each question was dripping with sarcasm, as she already knew the answer.
Like every other time, I ignored her blunt question, my face red with embarrassment, and walked away.
I heard her call out, "Does big brother need some lessons?"
I kept walking, frustrated that I let my slutty bitch of a sister get to me. In my room, on my laptop, watching porn (a daily or twice daily routine), I closed my eyes and my mind wandered to teaching my sister a lesson; turning off her aggressive bitchiness and making her my little fuck slut. I came all over myself fantasizing about my sister sucking my cock. Once spent, I pondered, was there some way to make this kinky fantasy a reality.
2. BREASTFED BY SISTER
Next day, I had already been up for a few hours when Sandra finally staggered into the kitchen in a thin robe that barely contained her big breasts. She saw me staring at her and asked, shocking me, "Is big brother getting hard checking out his little sister?"
Rattled by the seductive tone and the undeniable evidence growing in my pants, I stammered, "S-S-Sandra, stop it."
Her smile dripped with a perversion I often saw in porn, "Stop what, big brother?"
She walked towards me and I held my breath, nervous, like I get when any girl talks to me. My palms get sweaty and my mind muddled. I attempted to pretend I was not distracted by her body and the white flesh I saw peaking out of her thin robe. "Stop talking drivel."
She laughed, her voice syrupy sweet, "I'll take that as a yes, big brother."
Her hands now on my legs, I stammered, "S-S-Sandra, don't p-p-put words in my m-m-mouth."
She leaned forward, her hot breath on my ear, her hand cupping her breast, "Oh, I have a good idea what you would like in your mouth, big brother."
I let out an involuntary moan, brought on by her hot breath and naughty innuendo, and was paralyzed.
She stunned me again when she squeezed my fully erect cock and with her tongue now in my ear whispered, "Oh my, your cock is rock hard. Are you hard for your sister, big brother?"
My brain no longer functioning at its usual capacity, I responded incoherently with a bunch of grunts and half words.
She bit my ear, her hand rubbing my cock through my jeans, "Has your little sister made you so fucking horny that my Harvard brother can't even articulate a complete sentence?"
Still paralyzed with pleasure and stunned by her inappropriateness, I was unable to answer.
Her breast hit my face and she asked, "Have you ever touched a breast, big brother?"
I shook my head yes, having once touched my chemistry partner's breast by accident.
As if reading my mind, she added, "On purpose and with consent?"
I shook my head no, my humiliation burning.
"Do you want to touch your little sister's big breasts?" she purred.
My conscience attempted to scream no, but was silenced by the little devil in my head.
She gave my cock a solid squeeze and whispered in my ear, "All you have to do big brother is ask and you can see and touch your baby sister's tits."
All the years of loneliness and fantasy had built up inside and instead of doing the right thing, I did the thing that felt right down below the belt and let out in a whisper of a plea, "Please."
"Please what?" she asked, opening her robe a bit to allow me to see more of her white flesh.
I stammered, desperate to see and touch her big breasts that had been untouchable for so long, "M-m-may I touch your breasts, Sandra?"
"You want to touch your baby sister's titties?" she questioned, pushing me even further to the brink of no return.
"Yes," I replied, wanting nothing more.
She let the strap holding her robe together fall to her side, and her big right breast popped out in full view for me. Her nipple was erect, which meant she was getting turned on too from this little charade, and I instinctively leaned forward and took it into my mouth. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right.
Her moan in my ear was all the approval I needed. I sucked it into my mouth and used my tongue to swirl around it, like I had read about on the internet. She whispered into my ear, "That feels so good big brother. Use your teeth a bit."
Obeying her instructions, I bit her nipple gently and she moaned again in my ear, "That's it big brother, you are such a bad, bad boy."
Being called bad boy turned me on, as I had always been perceived as "Mr. Perfect" or "Mr. Good-Boy". I bit her nipple a little harder and she let out a little yelp and gave a slight chuckle, "You really want to be a bad boy, don't you big brother?"
I bobbed my head in the affirmative, refusing to let her luscious breast out of my mouth. She gave my cock another squeeze and said, "This is going to be your best Christmas ever, big brother."
Suddenly, she pulled her breast away and kissed me on the lips shoving her tongue in my mouth. The sloppy but passionate kiss lasted only a second or two, but it was so intense I could feel my juices flowing like never before. Unfortunately, she broke it too soon and whispered, "All good things come to those who wait, big brother." She pulled her robe back around her body and went back to her room. Just before she was about to disappear from view she turned and added, "And no jerking off big brother. I want you on the brink of pleasure at all times, understood?"
I nodded my head in reluctant agreement, my cock already near the point of no return.
She smiled, "Good boy," and walked away.
I sat in my chair for minutes, waiting for my reaction to her sexual onslaught to calm down, as I reflected on what had just happened. I had just voluntarily attempted incest and wanted to finish the job. I tried to figure out what Sandra had in mind. She was a crazy girl and, I assumed, a pretty big slut, but seducing her own brother seemed unlikely. Yet, how else could you explain the past fifteen minutes? Unless she was setting me up to humiliate me completely. That scenario seemed just as likely, if not even more so than the scenario that ended with me fucking her. What was I thinking? Fucking my own sister was morally wrong on so many levels...yet, the only thing on my mind was making that absurdity a reality. I was even more determined to make my fantasy a reality, I was going to lose my virginity to my sister...one way or another.
3. MY FIRST BLOW JOB...A PLAN EMERGES
That evening, around 11:30, I was in my room doing research for my one of my papers when my phone vibrated.
I reached for it, wondering who would text me at this time of night. It was from Sandra.
Sister: Big brother, get your ass to Beth's house now.
I stared at the phone for another minute when another text came.
Sister: NOW!
I texted back: Fine, I'll be there in fifteen or twenty.
I sighed as common sense had come to me after I had time to think about what had transpired between Sandra and me. Yes, my sister was incredibly hot and I desperately wanted to lose my virginity, but not to my sister. Still, I had decided she could be very helpful in teaching me how to talk to girls, and a party seemed like the perfect place to experiment with talking to girls. They would be younger, dumber, and I would not have to see them at school on Monday if I was rejected. I had also met a lot of her friends and they were all pretty hot and I assumed as slutty as she was. Maybe, she would set me up with one of her friends. Plus, the party was at Beth's house and she was an incredibly hot British redhead friend of Sandra's. On many occasions she had been the main attraction of my stroke fantasies. So I quickly got dressed and drove to Beth's house. Quite a few cars were parked at the house and I quickly realized I was heading into a high school party as a college student. I had never been to a high school party, even when I was in high school, so trepidation quickly filled me. After reconsidering just turning around and going home, I figured fuck it, I am a twenty-year-old man, it was time to stop being a pussy. Suddenly feeling confident, I got out of my car and made my way to the party.
Once inside, there were wall-to-wall teenagers drinking, dancing and making out. I squeezed by the plethora of teenagers, looking for my sister. I was there for fifteen minutes, ignored completely by the masses, before Della, a chubby friend of my sister's, saw me and grabbed my hand and said, while dragging me, "Come with me."
She pulled me, through more throngs of people, downstairs into the basement and to a relatively secluded room in the back. She knocked twice and a few seconds later Beth opened it and walked away. I entered the room and Della closed it and locked it. Once in the room I glanced around and realized I was there with Della, Beth and Sandra. Beth and Sandra were playing some dancing game on the wii. Sandra was dressed in a short tight black skirt, a blue skimpy t-shirt and black pantyhose. She was shoeless; I could see her stocking-clad feet, a fetish of mine I could never truly explain. The sight of a girl's feet in pantyhose was the ultimate turn-on, even though feet without stockings did nothing for me, just another bizarre quirk in my celibate life. Beside her was Beth, also in a black skirt, although not as short, and wearing beige pantyhose, with her stocking-clad feet also in full view. I watched, like a teenage boy, my cock erect, at the two girls moving their bodies to the beat of some song I didn't recognize.
Della sat down on the floor beside the couch, which perplexed me, as the couch was completely empty. Although quite chubby, she was very pretty and had massive breasts that complimented her chubbiness. She was quite shy and seldom said much the few times she had been at our house. I didn't move, but returned my gaze to Beth and her amazing legs. Every once and a while, my gaze would shift to my sister. As soon as my cock was erect, I began thinking with the wrong head and all logic faded away. My mind began to replay this morning's events and I began to think dirty thoughts of my sister and me.
The song ended,Sandra turned, looked at me and smiled, "Hi, big brother." She walked over and gave me a big hug, her large breasts squishing against my chest. The hug was definitely longer than any hug she had ever given me in the past, but not overtly sexual. However, after having her breast in my mouth a dozen hours earlier, the hug enhanced the sexual tension inside of me. When she let go, she kissed me on the cheek and walked to the couch, joining Beth who was already sitting down. Sitting down beside Della, her eyes never leaving mine, she surprised the shit out of me when she ordered, "Della, my feet are sore, please rub them like a good girl."
I let out an audible gasp as Della, without a word, proceeded to take my sister's stocking-clad left foot into her hands and began massaging it.
I continued to stare at the bizarre scene. I looked back to my sister. Her smile broad, confident and seductive, she asked Beth, "Are your feet sore too, Beth?"
Beth responded in a far too scripted way, "Actually, yes Sandra they are killing me."
Sandra asked Beth, "Would you like my big brother to massage your feet for you?"
"That would be lovely," she said, her British accent making my cock twitch.
Sandra looked back to me and said, ever-so-sweetly, "Would you be a dear, big brother, and massage Beth's aching feet?"
I prayed this was all part of my sister's plan to get me laid as foreshadowed this morning. If Beth was my first fuck that would be a legendary story. My cock leading the way, I walked over to the couch and knelt beside Beth. I eagerly took her sweaty left stocking-clad foot into my hands and began to massage her it. Her purple painted nails looked so sexy and enticing, covered by the beige coloured pantyhose.
My sister explained Della's position to me as both beauty queens received foot massages. "So big brother, since you so obediently obeyed my request, I think I can explain what is expected of you. You are going to be my personal servant whenever you are home. This includes massages, getting me things, doing my homework and other, undisclosed, things." Beth chuckled at the implication, as I assumed, of some things sexual.
"You see, at school, parties and cheerleading practices I have my own personal full service servant, Della here, isn't that right Della?"
"Yes, Mistress," she replied, never looking up from her current task.
My head spun with the power my sister had over this sweet chubby girl, and the power she assumed she had over me. It was the final straw. All the past two years of her condescending attitude over me had come to a breaking point and I decided it was time to turn the tides on my sister. My mind began racing at the opportunity of not just fucking my sister, but turning her into my personal full-service servant. She was like so many characters in the stories I read, dominant in theory, but really that was just a facade to her real sexual needs...to be controlled. I was suddenly determined and convinced I could make this happen, but I needed to set it up. So for the time being I would have to play along. Sandra continued, patting the chubby girl on the head, "Good girl. Now big brother, are you willing to be my unconditional full-service home-servant?"
Faking an eagerness to build her confidence and imply my weakness, "Yes, Sandra."
"You will obey my every command?" she questioned.
"Yes," I agreed, way too quickly to be considered anything more than eager to comply.
"Good boy," she purred. "Do you want to fuck Beth?"
"Yes," I replied, this time with no attempt at manipulation.
"If you earn your keep, you will get to do exactly that, fuck the tight cunt of my best friend," Sandra bluntly announced, clearly showcasing her dominant power among her group.
I looked at Beth whose face was red, seemingly embarrassed by the offer my sister had presented to me, but she said nothing, showing the hierarchy of the group. Clearly Sandra was at the top of the cheerleader power play, with Beth beneath her and Della at the very bottom.
I briefly pondered if Beth too was a submissive to my sister. I switched feet and Beth let out a slight moan. Sandra asked Beth, "Does my brother give good foot massages?"
"Fucking amazing," Beth moaned, her British accent making it sound even naughtier.
"Well, I better check it out for myself. Della go massage Beth's feet while my big brother does mine," she commanded.
Della and I switched places, making eye contact briefly. In her eyes I saw her embarrassment at how she was being treated, but also an excited eagerness to please, like so many subs I had read about. I took my sister's stocking-clad foot into my hand and began massaging. I should note that I completely understood the science of a massage, and was pretty confident that I could get any women rather horny just by using the right amount of pressure and hitting the right spots...like I had been doing to Beth.
The room was silent as I attempted to trigger my sister's erogenous zones in her foot that would bring spasms of pleasure throughout her whole body. A slight moan escaped her lips a couple of minutes into the foot massage and she eventually spoke, "Oh my, big brother, you are very good at this."
I responded, pretending I had no clue what I was doing, "Oh really, I have never done this before."
"Hmmmm," she moaned, as I put pressure on a spot I was pretty sure would bring her tingles of teasing pleasure.
A couple of minutes later, Sandra talked to Beth as if I wasn't there. "So, Beth, as I began to tell you earlier, my brother has a pretty big cock."
Beth asked, "Have you seen it?"
"Not yet, but I got a solid feel while he was nursing on my breasts," Sandra announced.
"What?" Beth gasped, clearly surprised by her best friend's revelation.
My cock had been in an awkward erect position in my pants for a while now and I could no longer resist shifting its position. I tried to do it slyly, but my sister noticed. "Is giving your baby sister a foot massage getting you hard, big brother?"
Faking embarrassment, I stammered, putting my head down, "Y-y-y-yes."
"Stand up, big brother," she ordered.
I reluctantly let go off her stockinged foot, a touch I could hold onto forever.
"Show us your cock, big brother," she demanded, her voice dripping with sexy sweetness.
Playing the game, pretending to be insecure, I responded with nervousness, "No, don't be silly." In reality, even though I was a virgin, and very nervous around women, I knew I had a pretty big cock. I had done a lot of research on normal size and so forth. I was a little over 8 inches long. And for some reason, maybe because I had turned this whole silliness into a challenge to defeat her and make her my sex slave, I was no longer nervous. I was determined.
"Now!" she demanded, her sexy sweetness gone. It was clear she was not used to having people say 'no' to her.
I shifted to fake pleading. "Please, Sandra, not here, not in front of other people."
Her smile returned, "You have already agreed to be my personal servant."
Again feigning innocence, I argued, "But that didn't include showing my penis."
"Your penis," she cackled, "now that is funny. Don't you mean your cock?"
I lowered my head again and pretended to be a prude. "I can't say that word."
"Say it!" she ordered, her smile gone, her tone demanding.
I whispered, so quiet no one could hear it, "Cock."
"Louder!"
I repeated the word loud enough to be heard, "Cock."
"Show us your cock," my sister demanded.
"Please don't," I pleaded one more time.
"Now, slave!" she ordered, pushing the envelope.
Deciding to look completely whipped, defeated and weak, I responded, making a very conscious word choice, "Yes, Mistress."
As I began to unbuckle my pants, her smile returned and her tone implied complete triumph, "Mistress, I like that big brother. For now on when we are in private, you are to refer to me as Mistress Baby Sister, is that clear?"
"Yes, Mistress Baby Sister," I replied, like a brainwashed sub, as I allowed my pants to drop to the floor.
She pulled up her skirt a bit, opened her legs and tore her pantyhose at the crotch. I got a quick glimpse of her pink pussy as she was apparently commando. She demanded, "Slut, get to work."
I watched as Della quickly crawled between my sister's legs and dove into my sister's pussy.
Sandra continued talking to me as if it was normal to have someone between her legs while talking to her brother, "Now your underwear, big brother."
I discarded my underwear and released my fully erect cock to my sister and her beautiful redheaded friend. "Oh my," Beth said, the impressed look on her face sending a chill up my back, and building me with much needed confidence.
"Oh my, indeed," my sister concurred, staring at my stiff cock.
"Do you want to fuck it, Beth?" my sister asked, thoroughly matter-of-fact.
"Five minutes ago I would have politely declined, but now I may have to reconsider," she said, standing up and walking over to me.
My sister offered, "Well, you better go and inspect the merchandise."
Beth laughed, but surprised me by dropping to her knees. Her British accent was so sexy as she complimented me again, "I shouldn't, but fuck, it looks so damn tasty."
She took my cock in her hand and slightly stroked it. A spasm quaked my body and I was worried I might come.
Sandra, leading her on, teased, "Go ahead Beth, suck it. You know you want to."
Beth looked back at Sandra and challenged back, "You want me to suck his cock, don't you?"
Sandra shrugged, acting all innocent, "Maaaaaaybe."
Beth turned back to me, looked up from her subservient position, "So Matthew, do you want me to suck your big cock?"
"Desperately," I responded, no longer playing a game with my sister.
Beth looked back at Sandra and said, "Last chance to stop me. I know you want to suck it too, Sandra."
Sandra shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. But for now I will be content watching my big brother get his first blow job."
Beth smiled up at me, "Matthew, you would get a lot more pussy if girls knew what you had hidden behind your geeky exterior."
Before I could respond, Beth opened her pretty little mouth and leaned forward. Her warm mouth felt more amazing then anything I had ever felt before. My body melted and my mind went to mush. She began slowly moving up and down on my cock, taking about half of it in her mouth. In less than a minute, I could feel the undeniable boiling in my balls and knew I was going to come soon. Deciding to throw a slight amount of doubt into Sandra's master plan of sibling dominance, I grabbed Beth's head and held it in place as I quickly face-fucked the gorgeous red-headed cocksucker. She let out a surprised sound, but after only a couple of pumps between her sweet lips I was shooting my cum down her throat. When I was done coming, I let go of her head and quickly apologized, stammering for full-effect, "I-I-I am so sorry B-B-Beth, I don't know what came over me."
I looked up at Sandra who seemed surprised by my aggressive action, but seemed just as quickly to fall for my blithering idiot apology. Beth looked up at me surprised as well, but instead of being angry, responded, yanking on my cock one last time, "No problem, Tiger. I like a man who knows what he wants." Standing up, she turned to my sister and added, "Your brother's cum is yummy."
Sandra moaned, as Della between her legs was clearly getting her horny as well, I assume, she was also getting horny from my little show with Beth. Sandra trying to re-establish her power in the room over the rest of us, demanded, "Get me off, my sub, now."
Della's head began to move back and forth a bit and I saw her right hand disappear between my sister's wide spread legs. I watched intently while pulling my underwear and pants back up.
I announced, "Well I should get going."
"Don't you want to watch your little sister come?" she pouted dramatically.
"If you wish, Mistress Baby Sister," I responded, attempting to manipulate her by giving her a deceiving amount of confidence.
"I wish, big brother," she moaned, grabbing Della's head and pushing it deeper into her pussy. "I'm so close, big brother. Watching Beth suck your big cock was so fucking hot. Be a good sub for me and you can fuck Beth. You can also fuck Della, she loves it up her plump fat ass. Ummmm, yes, I'm coming big brother, yes, yes, yeeeeeees!"
The thought of fucking Beth was enticing, as was the thought of getting in Della's back door, but I was now more determined than ever to lose my virginity to the hottest girl I knew...my sister. I watched my sister collapse back on the coach as an orgasm exploded through her. Deciding now was the perfect time to leave, I looked at Beth and said, with sincerity and befuddled innocence, "T-t-thanks Beth, that w-w-was awesome."
Beth chuckled, "No problem, Matthew, the pleasure was all mine."
I had a witty comment back, but decided not to make it and said, "I hope to s-s-see you again, Beth."
Beth responded, "You never know."
"Oh, I know," Sandra said, adding her two cents' worth.
I gave a half wave and left the room and the party and drove home, my mind spinning deviously. Tomorrow I would start my plan to make my sister, my slut.
4. A PLAN IN ACTION
Sandra didn't come home that night doing who knows what with who knows who, and didn't arrive back home till the evening of the 23rd . I had a variety of ideas to turn my sister, but they all required being alone. Now that was no longer an option. Mom and dad were home and we were watching the news when my little sister dropped on the couch beside me.
Mom asked, her tone implying the answer better be no, "You are not going out again, are you?"
"No, Mom," she replied, "the 23rd is tradition."
"Good," Mom responded, clearly relieved.
The 23rd was always Christmas movie night, a tradition since as long as I can remember. Sandra picks the first movie and I get second choice.
Sandra squeezed my leg subtly as she used it to push herself up. She stretched, her tight jeans leaving nothing to the imagination, and said, "I am going to get in my jammies, then it is time to watch Home Alone."
Mom stood up also. "Well, I will go make popcorn and hot chocolate while everyone else gets comfortable."
I too got up and went and changed into my evening wear. My parents' house is quite chilly in the evenings, so it usually includes flannel pyjamas. In my room, I took off my jeans and, on the spur of the moment, with a potential plan popping into my head, I also discarded my underwear. I threw on my flannel pyjamas and returned to the couch. I grabbed a blanket, one big enough for Sandra and me, and waited. The genius of the plan spinning in my head was that the way the living room was set up, both Mom and Dad sat on their favourite chairs, and neither could see us without turning back, which they seldom did. My plan relied on oblivious parents and my blanket. Sis returned in what could in no one's definition be called pyjamas. She wore a halter top that barely held in her big tits and Lulu Lemon short shorts. It was the exact outfit I imagined when I fantasized about an all-girls' slumber party. She smiled at me and joined me on the couch, slithering under the warm blanket before either parent saw her whore-wear. I wondered if she was thinking of toying with me in the same manner I was planning on toying with her. It was a game of sexual chess, and I was a whiz at chess.
Mom returned with popcorn and hot chocolate and like the 1950s June Cleaver Mother she was, she made sure we were both comfortable before the movie started. As the movie began, my head spun with how and when I should initiate the plan. Knowing we were watching two movies, I played it cool throughout the first movie. Sandra attempted to distract me by putting her hand on my leg a few minutes into the movie, but she was clearly not as confident and brazen, with our parents in the same room, as she had been in the kitchen just yesterday. I decided to make my move when the bad guys in movie were finally inside Kevin's house. It was now my turn to be brazen. I grabbed her hand, and in one quick lightning strike, led it inside my pyjama bottoms to my semi-erect cock.
She let out a surprised yelp and both my parents turned around. My Mom asked, "Anything wrong, Sandra?"
Her face flushed, her hand wrapped around my cock, my parents completely oblivious to the incestuous act currently happening right behind them, and she covered well. "Oh nothing Mom. I just always jump when Kevin almost gets caught."
My dad chuckled, "Oh Sandra, you never change."
I thought to myself, 'If you only knew the half of it, dad.' The movie continued and I looked at my sister, my timidity now gone, my confidence now growing along with my hard-on. I reached under the blanket and, using my hand, made it clear what was expected...a hand job.
She smiled, seemingly impressed by my aggressive out-of-character action, and began slowly stroking my no- erect cock.
The rest of the movie flew by as my hot sister slowly stroked my cock. The movie ended, and when dad stood up, Sandra went to pull her hand out of my pyjamas. I grabbed her hand, startling her, and held it in place. My dad turned to me and asked, still oblivious to the power struggle happening right in front of him, "So what movie next, Matthew? Let me guess, Jingle All the Way."
Every year since I was eight, I had picked Jingle All the Way, an Arnold Schwarzengger Christmas movie that was just so bad, yet I loved it. I wanted to be the Turbo Man when I was a kid. I let go of my sister's hand and, as I expected, she didn't move it off my cock, and said, "Of course, Dad."
He shook his head, "Well you two are nothing if not predictable." I barely was able to let out a laugh at that comment.
My Mom asked, "Any more popcorn for you two?"
"Sure Mom," I replied, "and some egg-nog too, please."
"Sure thing honey," Mom replied, before asking my sister, "And how about you, Sandra?"
Clearly flustered by the fact that my cock was in her hand with our Mother inches away, she was barely able to answer, "S-s-sure Mom, egg-nog would be fine."
"Are you ok?" Mom asked, leaning in and putting her hand on Sandra's forehead, "You are not getting sick are you? You are really flushed."
Sandra stammered, going even redder, "I-I-I'm fine, Mom. It's just a bit hot in here."
Mom stood back up, "Well, you have no fever. That is good. Hate for you to get sick before Christmas. Make sure you get lots of liquids in you."
"OK, Mom," she finished, as Mom left the room. Dad stretched, "I'll be back in five, I need to check my e-mail."
Once alone, Sandra hit me with her free hand and said, "Oh my fucking God, Matthew, that was so close."
Knowing this was a key moment in the power shift I was implementing, I said, my tone implying who was in charge, "Sandra, are you wearing panties?"
"Yes," she replied, slightly confused by the frank question.
"Get rid of them," I ordered, before taking her hand out of my pyjamas and standing up.
Her facial expression was exactly what I expected, bewildered, yet impressed.
"What is big brother planning to do?" she asked, in a whisper.
"Just do as you're told," I replied in a dominant tone and walked away, leaving her hopefully stunned and more importantly, obedient.
I went to the bathroom, praying my plan was working, that my assessment of my sister's sexual needs was right.
Just as the movie was about to start, I sat back down beside my sister, and asked, "Mom, do we have any baby carrots?"
"I think so," she responded, "let me go check."
She left and returned a couple minutes later with a bowl of baby carrots. I thanked her for being the best Mom in the world and the movie began.
Knowing that anticipation is half the battle in any situation of control, I watched the first half hour of the movie without touching or even looking at my sister, but I could tell she kept glancing at me, wondering what I had in mind, or if I was just bluffing. Finally, I made my move. I put my hand under the blanket, moved between her legs and as expected learned she had obeyed my request. I patted her pussy through her short shorts and reached for the carrot bowl with my free hand. I could tell she was watching me closely and curiously. Yet, her face also showed, for the first time in memory, nervousness. I put the bowl on my lap and took one carrot. I looked directly into my sister's eyes with a confident smug smile, the same one she had used on me so many times, as I put my hand back under the blanket. I grabbed her hand and with some awkwardness got her to hold her shorts open so I could have easy access to her cunt. Her eyes went big when she realized what I was about to do. I slid the carrot into her cunt, fucked her with it for three quick strokes, and pulled it out. My eyes never leaving hers, and my smile never changing, I tossed the carrot into my mouth.
Sandra's mouth was wide open in stunned shock. I reached for another carrot and surprised her again when I slid it into her cunt and left it there. Her eyes remained wide, like a girl in a horror film, as she realized what I had just done. I inserted a second carrot and she just looked at me stunned, paralyzed by the turn of events, the shifting of power. A third followed, as did a fourth, fifth and sixth, each time she bit her lip to not let out a moan. As I reached for a seventh, she shook her head no. I shook my head yes and inserted a seventh carrot inside her gaping, but now quite full, cunt. I reached for an eighth carrot and she again shook her head no, this time quite adamant. I smiled and moved my hand underneath the blanket one last time. She pushed my hand away and I gave her a glare that seemed to startle her. I inserted an eighth carrot, barely, inside her and slowly pushed her legs together. The look on her face as she attempted to not let out a moan, grunt, etc, was priceless, better than any MasterCard commercial.
I had her return her hand to my cock. She took it in her hand and began stroking it again. My confidence rising, I allowed her to just sit there, carrots filling her cunt as I returned to watching the movie. About fifteen minutes later, knowing I was close, I decided to take a big risk. I touched her mouth with my finger and pointed to my cock. She shook her head no, clearly mortified by my suggestion. I pointed to my parents who were, as often happened, both asleep in their chairs.
I repeated the suggestion, this time reaching for her head. She again shook her head no, but as expected didn't resist as I slowly pushed her head down onto her brother's cock. She took it in her mouth and I held her head there as I slowly pumped my cock in and out of her mouth, my parents just a few feet away. If they were awake, there was no way they couldn't hear the slight slurp sounds she made as she tried to not gag on my cock as I face-fucked her. In less than a minute, I shot a load of cum into my sister's mouth. I kept pumping my cock between her lips until I was spent. I let go of her head and she moved back up and gave me a glare that should have scared me, yet only made me more confident that I would have her as my complete fuck-toy soon. I used my hand to open her legs again and pulled out a carrot. I popped it in my mouth and winked at her as I pulled up my pyjamas just as the movie ended.
Without warning, seven carrots still deep inside my slut sister, I said, "Mom, dad, wake up, the movie is over."
Sandra sat up startled, closing her legs and letting out a whimper as the carrots still inside her teased her.
Mom rubbed her eyes and stretched before getting up. She looked at Sandra and said, "Honey, you are still flushed. You should probably go to bed and get some rest."
Sandra gave me a look that could kill and agreed, "I suppose, I am pretty tired." She wrapped the blanket around her and slowly stood up. It was all I could do to not burst out laughing.
Mom grabbed some dishes and Dad remained snoozing in his chair. Sandra glared at me one more time before heading to her room, walking so cautiously I couldn't help but chuckle. I smiled, knowing she was going to be completely mine...soon.
5. TURNING HER COMPLETELY
I woke early the next morning in anticipation and preparation for the finishing move of my game. I had breakfast with Mom and Dad and they went off for their half-day workdays, promising to be home by lunch or shortly after.
Once they were gone, I stretched and went to put my final plan in action. One thing I knew was that my sister was a sound sleeper, which was perfect. I went to my parents' room, grabbed some of my Mom's pantyhose, and sneaked into my sister's room. My sister was still in the same attire as last night and was sound asleep. I reached her bed and slowly pulled her arm up until it reached her metal headboard. I tied her right wrist snugly to the headboard and, as expected, Sandra didn't even stir. I then gently rolled her onto her back and quickly tied her left wrist to the headboard as well. Content that she was restrained, I got naked and crawled between her legs. I pulled her legs apart and slowly pulled down her shorts. I was pleased to see she hadn't bothered to put any panties back on. She was still dead to the world, but I hoped not for long. I moved back to my sister's pretty mouth and started tapping her lips with my cock. I said, "Wake up, sleepy head."
She let out a groggy moan, but didn't move.
I continued tapping my cock on her lips and said, as I reached with my right hand to tap gently on her clit, "Baby sister, time for you to learn your place as my submissive."
She let out an uncontrollable moan at my touch and her eyes attempted to open. She went to swat away my cock, but realized she couldn't. She was awake in a heartbeat and staring at me and my cock.
"What the..." she began, but I shoved my cock in her mouth.
As my cock filled her mouth, I explained, slowly fucking my sister's mouth, "I figured something out at the party the other day, baby sister. Although you play at being domineering with me and your friends, deep down you need discipline. My conclusions were confirmed last night when you obeyed my panties order, allowed me to shove carrots up your cunt and, of course, when you swallowed my load with Mom and Dad just a few feet away. All this time, as I thought you were teasing me out of spite, you were actually a very typical case of bully syndrome, hiding your true needs behind a false front. But I saw through it, you are a slut. A dirty little slut who has craved having her big brother fuck her forever, haven't you?"
I pulled out my cock gag so she could respond. As expected, she played shocked, desperately attempting to hide her true needs and desires. "You sick fuck. Untie me right fucking now."
"Oh yes," I said, "your words say one thing, but your slut cunt says another. I bet if I touch your cunt right now it will be wet, probably drenched thoroughly, maybe even leaking a bit. So baby sis, what will I find?"
"Matthew," she pleaded, knowing her pussy would betray her, "please don't."
"Really, baby sis? I think you want me to touch your cunt, don't you?" I asked, my hand sliding down her belly and stopping just above her pelvis.
"No, I-I," she stammered, clearly stunned by the turn of events.
"Beg your brother to check your pussy, little sister," I demanded. I gave one soft slap on her clit with two fingers.
She let out a loud involuntary moan and begged, "Please, Matthew."
I wasn't sure if she was pleading for me to stop or continue, but decided to go with the latter and slid two fingers deep inside her very damp pussy, she let out a scream. "You are pretty wet, baby sister. Did the thought of becoming your big brother's fuck-toy get you all wet?"
She looked at me with a mixture of frustration, desperation and horniness as my fingers pumped her pussy. "Fuck Matthew, what's gotten into you?"
I shrugged, and played on her words, "I don't know, but I do know what is soon going into you."
I pulled my fingers out and she surprised me by pleading, "Matthew, don't stop, I was sooo close."
I moved towards her face and placed my cock at her lips. "Don't worry sister slave, if you are a good slut, I will make sure you come like you have never come before. Now get your big brother nice and hard so he can fuck your hot cunt," I ordered.
She sighed, but moved her head, as best she could, being bound and all, and took my mushroom top between her lips. I said, "I want you to worship my cock. It is your Master now too and you should treat it like the sacred cock it is."
She didn't respond to my declaration, but used her tongue with amazing precision as she teased just my cock head. It felt fucking amazing and way better than the quick blow-job under the blankets last night. I watched my beautiful sister, my cocky stuck-up bitch of a sister, suck my cock and I smiled. I moved closer so she could suck my cock better and demanded, "Deep throat me, baby sister."
As if she was programmed for complete obedience, she began to gobble my cock, bobbing back and forth like the Energizer Bunny. Making the blow-job even more amazing was she never seemed to slow down. It was obvious she had sucked a lot of cock and I was going to take advantage of her skill. Getting close, I waited till the last possible second, and gave my sister a full facial. My cum sprayed out in three thick streams and hit her hair, forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen in person.
"You fucker!" my sister blasted, "you could have at least warned me."
"I am sure I am not the first to cover your pretty face with cum, am I?" I asked, reaching down and rolling her left nipple in my hand.
She let out a soft moan at my touch, "No, but that's not the point."
Pinching her nipple, I asked, "So I have to ask. Did you plan to let me fuck you or were you just teasing me?"
She let out a yelp. "Honestly, it started as a game. But when I felt how big your cock was I began to consider it."
"And now?" I asked, twisting her nipple just a tad.
"Do I have a choice?" she whimpered.
"Touché," I smiled, letting go of her nipple. I stood up and began to leave.
"You are not leaving me here," she asked, surprised by my sudden departure.
I turned around, "All good things come to those who wait."
"Get back here, you bastard!" she called out, as I walked out smugly. I went to my room, grabbed my Iphone and returned to my sister's room.
"Say cheese," I said, and took a picture.
"You bastard! Don't you dare take pictures of me!" she exploded.
"Ta-ta-ta, my baby sister," I teased, snapping off a few more pictures, including a couple of close-ups of her cum-coated face. "You do remember who is in charge, don't you? These are just for prosperity. Although they may also come in handy if you decide to not be the obedient little slut I expect you to be."
I crawled between her legs and said, "Your cunt is actually leaking a bit. Being your brother's slut is turning you on, isn't it?"
"No," she argued, "I am always horny in the morning."
"Me too," I chuckled, rubbing my hand on her clit. "Do you want me to lick your slutty cunt, sister?"
She moaned again from my touch, "Yeeeeees."
"Beg, slut!" I demanded, tapping her clit.
"Fuck, Matthew, you are one sick fuck. Please eat my cunt, big brother. Make your baby sister come," she begged, clearly getting turned on by my fingers.
I smiled, adding, as my finger slid back inside her wanton cunt, "And you agree to submit unconditionally to my every command?"
"Yes, dammit, I need to come so bad, big brother," she moaned and pleaded, succumbing to me as I knew she would.
"Good girl," I purred, and buried myself between the legs of my hot sister. Having never tasted a pussy before, I was not sure what I was expecting, but it was neither amazing nor disgusting, but rather a pleasant sweetness. Having read an abundance of porn, I had a vague idea what I should do and began to slowly lick her pussy lips. As her pussy lips glistened with her juices and her moaning began to increase, I moved up and took her clit in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around it while sucking it in my mouth.
Sandra screamed, "Oh my bloody God, Matthew, don't stop. Make your baby sister come."
Knowing she was close, I let go of her clit and sat up.
"Nooooooooooooooooo," she pleaded.
I moved between her legs and placed my still erect and ready for round two cock at the entrance of her sweet cunt. Her pleading face quickly changed to a smile as she asked, "Oh, is big brother going to fuck his new slut?"
I tapped my cock on her clit, quick hard taps.
She moaned, getting into it, "Is big brother going to lose his virginity to his baby sister?"
I moved my cock between her sopping wet pussy lips, but not in, feeling just a bit of warmth.
"Oh please, big brother, let your sister take your virginity. I want to feel that big hard cock in me," she moaned, moving her ass up trying to get my cock in her.
"How bad do you want it?" I asked, resisting the temptation to just bury my cock inside her.
"So bad," she moaned.
I reached for my iphone and turned on the camcorder and demanded, "Declare your servitude to me."
She sighed, but gave a riveting performance, "Oh big brother. I am your whore to do with as you please. I will suck your cock and swallow your cum whenever you wish. I will climb on your cock and ride you until you shoot your cum up my pussy. I will bend over and spread my ass cheeks wide as you pound my ass. I will have my sluts crawl over to you and submit to you. You own me. Now please shove that big hard cock of yours in your sister slave."
Pressing pause on my iphone, I slid my cock inside her sauna of sex. She moaned loud and continue her verbal naughtiness, "Oh yes, big brother fuck your sister! Fuck her hard!"
Obliging, I leaned down, so my face was buried between her big firm breasts and I began thrusting in and out as fast as I could. I was in pure heaven. Every fantasy I had of losing my virginity was nothing to the utter pleasure that I was experiencing with my cock buried in my sister's warmth.
"Suck my tits, big brother. Just like you did the other day," she moaned.
I did, going back and forth between her lush breasts, sucking, nibbling and biting. Every once in a while I got so intoxicated playing with my sister's big melons, I stopped fucking her. But a kick in the ass from her and I resumed pounding away.
Finally, she was close as I felt her cunt muscles tighten around my cock as she screamed, "Oh my God, big brother, I'm coming, I'm coming all over your big hard cock."
I leaned up and shoved my tongue down her throat while I fucked her through her orgasm. Our tongues swirled around each other and I began to feel my second orgasm coming. I asked, "I'm going to come soon, my slut. Are you taking birth control?"
"Yes, Master, now cum inside your sister slave," she moaned.
The word Master was like a lightning bolt straight to my cock and in seconds I was coating my sister's cunt walls with my cum.
She bucked her ass up, meeting each thrust as she screamed, "Yes Master, fill me with your seed. Yes, yes, yesssssss."
Once I was spent, I collapsed on her and rolled to her side. She looked into my eyes with complete bliss. After a few seconds she asked, "Master, can you untie me?"
I responded with a smug smile, "Master, I like that."
She replied, "I can't explain it big brother, but as soon as your cock filled me I knew then that this was more than just some perverse game."
"How so?" I asked, untying her left hand.
"I can't explain it. At first, your new attitude pissed me off, then it turned me on, but once you shoved that big snake in me, I knew I was yours."
I finished untying her other wrist and she surprised me, by pushing me onto my back and taking my cock back into her mouth. I decided to test how far she would go. "Baby sister, if you keep sucking my cock, the next place I am inserting my big cock is in your ass."
My sister kept bobbing up and down for a few more seconds before saying, "Well, let's go for the natural hat trick."
I wasn't a big sports fan, but knew that a natural hat trick was three goals in the same period.
"But first, I want you in pantyhose," I demanded.
She smiled, "Do you have a nylon fetish?"
I shrugged, "I love a woman's legs and feet in nylons and expect my sluts to always, and I mean always, be wearing them."
"Yes, Master," she responded, standing up, "Do I have a treat for you." She went to her dresser and pulled out some white pantyhose. She returned to the bed and slowly, seductively, slid them onto her legs. It was then I realized they were not pantyhose, but stockings. My cock flinched as soon as I saw her toes covered in silk. I instinctively pulled her foot to my mouth and sucked on her toes. "Oh my, you really are a fetish freak, big brother," she giggled.
I continued this for a few minutes, while Sandra stroked my cock with her hand. Finally, I said, "Do you have any lube, slut?"
"Yes, Master," she replied and disappeared into her bathroom. Returning a minute later she tossed me the lube.
I ordered, "Get on all fours like a good pet, baby sister."
She obeyed and I coated my cock and her butt crack with a generous amount of lube. Rubbing my cock between her ass cheeks I asked, "Are you ready for your big brother to fuck your ass, baby sister?"
She pushed her ass back searching for my cock, "Yes, Master. Just shove your cock up my shit-hole. Fuck your slave's ass."
Her dirty talk was amazing and I slowly pushed my cock between her ass cheeks. There was a slight resistance as I tried to break through her anal wall, but once I had penetrated through it, my cock easily slid inside her ass. She let out a whimper and moaned, "Master, go slow please, your cock is much bigger than others that have filled my ass."
I slapped her ass, "I am just going to kneel here behind you my slave and you can fuck my cock."
She moaned again and slowly began to ride my cock. At first, her movements were tentative and slow, as if priming me for the main attraction. After a couple of minutes of this slow ass-fuck, she began to get used to my big cock and began to move faster. Soon 6 inches of my cock were disappearing between her ass cheeks and I watched in complete satisfaction as my stocking-clad slave sister bounced back on my cock. I grabbed each stocking ankle for balance as she picked up the pace. A mixture of moans and whimpers escaped her mouth, although she seemed so focused on what she was doing, the dirty talk had quit. As my seventh inch disappeared I realized what she was doing. She was determined to take all eight inches of her big brother's cock up her rectum. With each little bit more that disappeared inside her, another whimper escaped her mouth. It was clear she was feeling both the thrills of such complete submission and the agony of a massive cock in her ass.
Then suddenly, without warning, she leaned forward and then in one quick push back took all eight inches of my cock inside her ass. She screamed, "Oh fucking mother of Jesus." She just sat there, seemingly allowing her ass to adjust to the cock filling her completely. Then slowly she began to move back and forth, fucking herself on my cock. Once she got used to the eight inches inside her ass, she began to accelerate her pace and after a few minutes of steady increase she finally began to actually bounce back onto my cock, her ass crashing into my thighs. They were hard, fast, deliberate, ass tearing thrusts that filled her even more than she could ever imagine. She moaned, she whimpered, she began breathing erratically and I saw her right hand go to her pussy. She began rubbing herself frantically while continuing to impale herself with my eight-inch rod. Finally, she screamed, "Oh my, oh my, oh my God, yes, I'm coming again, sweet Jesus, I have never come like this Master, fuuuuuuuck, yes."
She began shaking and was clearly orgasming from having her ass fucked. Watching her quiver on my cock got my balls boiling and I pushed her onto her chest and drove into her ass, fucking her deep and hard.
Each deep thrust had her letting out indescribable grunts from the awkward position as we both bounced off the bed like it was a trampoline. Two, maybe three, minutes later I collapsed onto her as my semen filled her ass, completing the tri-fecta of sexual satisfaction. After finishing filling her ass with my cum, I just lied there on top of her as my cock, stiff for over an hour and a half, finally began to shrivel inside her.
Now exhausted, I rolled off her and onto my back. She turned to her side, faced me and said, "That was amazing Matthew. I never knew you had that side of you, so strong and powerful."
Smiling I said, "Well, you made the temptation too impossible to resist."
Looking at the clock, Sandra said, "God, I am never up this early."
I shrugged, "It's ten."
"Exactly," she responded.
"Well the 'rents will be home by twelve-ish. So I should explain the ground rules. But first, is Della your only lesbian sub?"
She smiled, devilishly, "Why do you want to know?"
"Because I own you now," I explained, "that means there are no secrets between us."
"Oh," she said, I think finally realizing just so far I planned to take this.
"So...."
"I have a couple of others," she answered.
"Who?"
"One is Allison, she is my nerdy science lab partner, but she is sooooo obedient. The other is someone you do know," my sister teased.
"Yessss."
"It is Mrs. Raske," she revealed.
"No...way," I replied. Mrs. Raske was our next door neighbour and the poster card for MILF. She always wore two piece bikinis outside and just radiated a sexuality that was impossible to not masturbate to. Not to mention she was the Mom of my biggest nemesis and bully when I was young.
"Way," she replied, flicking me on the nose, "and she is a nymphomaniac."
"I can't believe it," I replied, stunned.
"And she has a plan that is actually quite devious," my sister informed me.
"What is it?"
"She wants to seduce Mom," my sister announced, revelling in this naughty knowledge and her ability to still shock me.
My Mom is also quite attractive still. Slightly chubby, but large breasts, sexy legs, gorgeous feet and a smile that makes one melt. I can truthfully say the thought of fucking my Mother had never even occurred to me until my sister revealed this news, even though I had on rare occasion masturbated about her...then it became all I could think about. I asked, trying to play it casual, "How is the plan coming along?"
"Ok. She has given Mom a massage and got Mom wearing a two piece bikini when she tans."
"Wow," I said to no one.
Sandra stood up and asked, "So can I go and wash your cum off my face now?"
"Sure slut," I responded, and then instructed, "but you are to wear stay up stockings or garter-belt and stockings at all times now."
"Of course, Master," she said, with a slight bow.
"And, I want to fuck Beth," I announced, attempting pushing my luck.
"I can't promise that, but she was talking about it after you left last night. As Della brought her to one last orgasm last night she even said if you had not left she would have fucked the shit out of you," my sister informed me.
"No," I said, stunned by the knowledge.
"But," my sister smiled, and said in a surprisingly sincere tone, "I am happy you left. I am happy I was your first, Matthew."
"Me, too, Sandra," I smiled back.
"One more thing," I said.
"Yes, Master," she asked.
"I want to fuck Mrs. Raske. That would be the ultimate revenge on that prick Tyson," I smiled to myself.
"Yeah, he is still a fucking loser," she confirmed, and added, "She will fuck you in a heartbeat, although a bit tougher during the holiday season."
"I leave on January 3rd, I better have fucked Beth and Mrs. Raske, by then," I teased.
"Wow, what have I unleashed?" she smiled, devilishly.
"A long dormant desire, my pet," I responded, standing up, my cock fully erect again.
She smiled, "You are insatiable. Come join me in the shower, big brother."
I did indeed come with her in the shower...and in her.
The End...
by silkstockinglover
Alo
Alo was my distant aunt by relation, my mother's cousin sister. She was 20 yrs old, just 3 yrs younger to me. She had three brothers, two elder to her and one younger. The eldest brother, Kamal was 25, the second brother, Tushar was 23, my age and the youngest brother, Shyamal was 17. Alo in Bengali means light, but Alo was dark complexioned, short (5' 0"), slim, but had a face that could launch a thousand ships. Her figure was as if carved by a sculptor to show his skills to the world. Because of her skin colour and her height, finding prospective grooms had become difficult. Her parents were trying unsuccessfully to get her married.
My self, Rahul, had just secured a good job and had come home after a year and half on leave for two months. My father had built a house at Sodepur, about 25 km north of Kolkata, West Bengal, after his retirement. He was in a transferable job and as such I had completed my schooling outside West Bengal. As a matter of fact, I came to West Bengal only after my father had built a house and stayed with them hardly for a year and a half. As we stayed outside West Bengal, we did not have proper contact with many of our relatives. But during this short stay of one and a half years, many relatives came to visit us and we also visited many relatives, thus establishing or renewing our contacts. As I had completed my graduation, I was searching for a job and ultimately found one at Bangalore. So I had to again leave West Bengal. Thus when I came home on leave, I had very little friends and had nothing else to do but visit different relatives and spend my idle days.
I remembered Kamal and Tushar, with whom I was quite friendly and decided to visit them and one fine morning I reached their place. All the family members were at home and greeted me very warmly. Kamal, who had secured a job, was getting ready to leave for his office. Tushar was also leaving for his on-the-job training with a motor manufacturing unit. Before leaving, they requested me to stay till they return back late in the evening. As I had nothing else to do, I agreed. Till then, I had not paid much attention to Alo and Shyamal and was mostly occupied with Kamal and Tushar and their parents. After Kamal and Tushar left, Alo started asking me about my job and the place where I lived. She had a smile on her face and her eyes were grinning at me. I felt a pang in my heart and thought, what a beauty as if a black granite carving was sitting in front of me. Without my knowledge I started getting a hard on. I controlled myself and replied to her queries calmly. Shyamal also joined us. That helped me further to control my feelings towards Alo.
Alo's Father was nearing retirement age and was constructing a house about 15kms from their Government quarter and had to leave also to supervise the construction job and Shyamal was to accompany him. I also volunteered to accompany him but Alo's mother, whom I called Dida said, "Why do you want to spend the day sweating in the heat and dirt? Stay here and relax." Alo's father also agreed and I was left at home with Alo and Dida. Three of us enjoyed a cup of tea and Dida poured out her grief regarding finding a suitable groom for Alo. She requested me to also try finding a suitable groom for Alo, telling me that she will give me a photograph of Alo to show to any prospective groom. I joked and said, "Have you asked Alo whether she has found a suitable groom for herself?" Dida also jokingly said that if she has found anyone they would gladly accept the boy as their son-in-law. We all laughed but I noticed Alo grinning with her eyes only at me.
Dida went about doing her household jobs and cooking, and I was left with Alo. We just chatted for some time. Again I was aware of her figure and beauty. I was becoming uncomfortable with my body. Suddenly she came and sat near me and asked,
"So, you are going to find a groom for me. Have you found a girl for yourself first?" She had a mischievous smile on her face and her large black eyes were grinning at me.
I replied, "As I will be searching for a groom for you, why don't you take up the responsibility of looking for a bride for me?"
Both of us burst out laughing. Alo put her hands on my forehand and said,
"What if I love someone?"
"Just introduce him to me and I will present him to your parents."
"I can introduce him to you, but you have to promise me not to reveal to anyone."
"Well, unless and until I tell your parents how will they know about your boy friend?"
"For the time being I don't want anyone else to know about my love affair."
"Why?"
"I will let you know later, but you have to promise me to keep it a secret."
I agreed and she told me to meet her near her college which would reopen next week and a day and time was fixed. She also hugged me and thanked me for my co-operation. I was flabbergasted by her hug. As it is, I had difficulty controlling my hard on, but her hug increased my blood pressure many-fold, leaving me sweating with a dry feeling in my mouth. She looked at me in such a way as if to say, "I know your condition." I went out to the terrace, telling her that I was going for a smoke.
When I was all alone on the terrace, I thought back all the events that took place, and the first thing I remembered was her eyes, eyes which were black, eyes which were always teasing and smiling at me, eyes which wanted to say something to me, eyes which made her face look so appealing. I had seen her before also, but why all the feelings in my heart today? Was I falling in love? Non-sense, she was my aunt by relation, me and my wicked imagination. Think rationally Rahul, think straight. But then I remembered her hug and an electric current flowed through my body. I again felt her soft body against my chest, her soft round breasts and her hard nipples poking me, her hands around my neck, and her innocent looks when she thanked me. I couldn't bear it any more and my hard on was the stiffest I ever felt. From a tap on the terrace, I washed my face to cool down and after some time I came back to the house.
Soon lunch was served and the three of us ate and listened to Dida narrating different tales of her village. After lunch, both Alo and her mother said that they would have a nap and they also provided me a bed in their son's room for me to rest and I was thankful to be left alone to my thoughts. The only thoughts in my head were about Alo and her beauty. She may be dark complexioned, but she was beautiful and shamelessly I thought she was sexy, the sexiest girl I knew. How and when I fell asleep, I don't remember. I was woken up by Dida and after washing up again sat around the dining table sipping tea. Soon the other members of the family returned and I did not have any opportunity to talk to Alo all alone. As evening progressed, I took leave and returned home.
The next six days were torturous as all my thoughts were on Alo. I also felt a pang of jealousy against her boy friend. Why should I meet him? Let him solve his own problems. But Alo requested me to meet him. How could I refuse Alo? I was in love with Alo. Thinking of her was a pain in my chest, a lump in my throat, I loved Alo.
Then came the day when I was supposed to meet Alo near her college. I hated to go to meet my rival, Alo's boy friend. I am no actor. How can I shield my jealousy? But somehow I reached her college by 11 AM. I was standing near the college gate, searching for Alo and soon I saw her approaching me. God, have you sent an angel from heaven? I thought. Clad in a light green sari, she was looking like a wingless fairy, that alluring and beautiful smile on her eyes and face. I was stumped and when she greeted me I could not reply properly.
She laughed and poked me play fully and asked, "Rahul, what happened?"
I come out of the spell which had bound my speech and wished her and said that every thing was fine. I now looked around searching for her boy friend and not finding any one else asked her where her boy friend was.
She laughed heartily and said, "You are impatient, we have the whole day, why so much in a rush?"
I smiled back, my throat dry, my heart aching. She took my hand and started walking away from the college. Our fingers interlocked with each other we walked. More than once our body touched each other. I didn't know if she knew what effect she was creating in my body and mind. She asked me to hail a taxi and informed that she wanted to go to the Botanical Garden.
Throughout the journey in the Taxi, Alo kept quite, as if in deep thought. I also dared not speak to her, lest she found out my feelings towards her. At the Botanical Garden, she selected a secluded spot and beckoned me to sit near her. I sat down next to her and again looked around. Not finding anyone approaching us, I asked,
"When is your boy friend likely to come?"
"Just be patient, you will find out."
"What is his name, I don't even know that."
"What is there in a name." She replied.
"How long do you know him?" I asked.
"Three years," she replied looking straight in my eyes.
"Three years, great, by the way, has he proposed to you or not?" I asked trying to make the conversation light.
She again looked straight in my eyes and said, "Neither has he proposed nor have I."
"Some love birds you are, now what?" I asked.
She was silent for a minute and then said,
"As a matter of fact I doubt he actually knows that I love him. Also I am not sure whether he loves me or not."
"What do you mean?"
"I have never told him."
"My God and you bring me along to do what?"
"I wish to tell him today. I want to tell him that I love him." She whispered.
"Then for three years what have you been doing?"
"Waiting, waiting for an opportunity to tell him my feelings," she mumbled.
"Why then did you call me, you could have called him all alone and told him." I angrily retorted. Something was wrong. She was not telling me the truth. I could feel it, but could not put a finger on it. I tried to get up, but she held my hand, her eyes were pleading silently, requesting me to sit down. I looked at her and again I felt a pang in my chest. Slowly I sat down beside her and coaxed her,
"Something is wrong, tell me every thing."
She was silent for some time, she again looked at me. There were tears in her eyes.
My heart ached again. I wanted to wipe away the tears, but refrained. Then she lowered her head and said, "I have told you every thing."
She looked up again and I could see sadness in her eyes. She continued, "I hope you don't hate me."
"Hate you? Why should I hate you?"
"I have told you every thing."
"Yes, I understand your feeling for him, but you have to tell him also and he wouldn't want a third person present when you tell him." I tried to make her understand.
She smiled and asked, "Was any body present when I told you?"
"No."
"Then where is the third person?" she asked.
Every thing was flying over my head. I could not make heads or tails of what she was talking.
Foolishly looking at her I asked, "I haven't understood anything what you have said."
She laughed, got up and suggested we go for lunch and holding my hand suddenly asked, "How did you manage such a good job when I find you are dim witted."
"Don't question my intelligence." I retorted.
We reached a nearby restaurant and sat down in a secluded corner. She ordered for both of us without consulting me. I was still wondering when her boy friend was supposed to make an appearance. At last I could not keep my curiosity any further and asked her,
"Did you actually call your boy friend to come today?"
"Yes" was the short reply.
"At what time was he supposed to come," I enquired.
"Eleven."
I looked at my watch it was nearing two in the after noon. I was baffled and asked,
"Where is he then?"
She looked me in the eyes and said, "He is here."
I looked around once, twice and again, but no one was approaching us.
I asked again, "Where?"
"Here," she said, "You are really a tube light. My boy friend is sitting right in front of me."
Something hit me in the pit of my stomach. My head was spinning. I could not breathe. Slowly realisation hit me. So many hints, and like a fool I could not latch on. Oh! God, Alo loves me. Alo loves me. I was on cloud nine. I looked at her, slowly filling my starved lungs with air, lovingly, adoringly. She understood and lowered her eyes shyly. I slowly extended my hand and held her hands. She intertwined her fingers with mine. Both of us looked at each other but could not say anything. Forgotten was our lunch, forgotten was time, we were the only two lovers on this world.
Suddenly another thought hit me. Oh! God what will we do? What will our conservative society say? This was incestuous love. Neither our parents, relatives nor the conservative Indian society would accept our relationship. We could not tell anyone our feelings for each other. My face said everything. Alo understood my thoughts.
She quietly said, "I understand your thoughts, but please tell me, do you find me repulsive because I am very dark in complexion? Do you love me as I am?"
"I love you as I find you beautiful. Your beauty is not skin deep, it is in your blood stream, your heart, and can easily be seen oozing out of your eyes." I sincerely replied.
"Then let us forget what will happen in future and savour the present." She replied.
We somehow finished our cold lunch and again headed towards the Botanical Garden, hand in hand, oblivious of the outside world.
All alone in a secluded spot, we reached out at each other, slowly feeling each other. I pulled Alo towards me and started hugging her, her lovely two soft round boobs pressed on my chest. I could feel her tight nipples poking my chest. My hands were slowly caressing her back. She was holding me tight, her face on my shoulder. Her soft hair tickling my nostrils and cheek was making me mad. Slowly she lifted her face and looked at me. I kissed her forehead, slowly kissing her earlobes, eyes, cheeks, I reached her lips. Our lips touched, both our lips parted slowly, both of us slowly reached for each others tongues and soon we were kissing madly. Our tongues wrestling joyfully, sucking each others lips, our saliva mixing and tasting like honey. How long we kissed was not the point, the fact was we kissed madly till we were breathless, recovered and again were kissing each other, fondling each other, making each other excited.
Soon the Sun was setting, dusk was round the corner, and it was time for us to go home. Both of us reluctantly got up, smoothed our dresses and started walking towards the garden exit.
Alo asked me to meet her again the next day. I asked her about her classes, to which she replied that she wanted to be with me for the entire 5 weeks left of my holidays. I was also in a trance and wanted to be with her for the entire holidays. Accordingly we planned to meet the next day. We departed in two different taxis, she to her home and I to mine.
I just could not sleep. What was in store for us? How do we find a favourable solution? The whole day's sequence played a flash back in my mind and I felt so stupid again at not catching on what Alo was desperately trying to tell me. She loved me and I know that I loved her before she told me. Should we elope? What will happen to my job then? We would become outcast if anyone came to know about our relation. Ultimately my eyelids became heavy and I fell asleep dreaming of Alo.
The next day we went to a place called Canning. There we sat down at the banks of the river Ganges. I told her all my apprehensions. She listened to me patiently and said,
"Rahul, I love you. I will not place you in a position where you will be harmed. But that does not mean that I will leave you. No, that is not my intention. I fully understand that legally we can't marry. But who can stop us from enjoying the love of a husband and wife. In my mind you are my husband and always will be so. Make me your wife."
"I want you as my wife. I care two hoots for this society. Let us just elope. We will settle in some other city." I replied.
Alo calmly looked at me and said, "You will lose your job. Besides, our relatives will come to know and people will talk. You are well aware many of our relatives are scattered in different parts of India. Somebody or the other would eventually find us. We will become the talk of the society. What will we tell our children? We will have children, wont we?"
"Then what do we do?" I desperately blurted out.
She looked at me intensely. Her eyes were shining. They were full of love. She held my hand and calmly said,
"Please listen to me. I am a shameless bitch. I have a plan. But I want you to fully trust me and agree with me."
"I trust you and will follow you blindly." I replied.
She looked at her watch. The time was just half past twelve. She had a twinkle in her eyes. Stating that she was hungry, she got up pulling me along with her and we started walking towards a row of buildings. It was a Guest house with a small eatery attached. We had a make-shift lunch. Alo suggested we book a room and could talk and plan leisurely. We booked a room.
It was a large single room with a double bed and a couch, an attached toilet and a veranda. Once inside the room, we looked at each other. We silently approached each other, slowly reaching out for each other, our eyes locked into the others eye, as if silently communicating all our thoughts, and then we were hugging each other. A sigh came out from Alo and I also exhaled a deep breath. We kissed passionately. My hands were roaming freely and feeling all her body curves. She was also feeling me with her hands. She slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. Then I took charge.
I helped her to unbutton my shirt and removed my shirt and vest. Alo touched my chest lightly with her finger tips and all of a sudden hugged me and buried her face on my chest. Her hot breath intoxicated me and I could feel my rigid prick poking on her belly. Slowly my hands reached behind her and started unzipping her kameez. Slowly I started lifting her kameez over her head. She co-operated by lifting her hands so that the sleeves came out easily. She was wearing pink coloured bra. I put my hand out and touched her boobs over her bra. She sighed and put her hand over mine and exerted a little pressure. I was as if in a trance and gently started pressing her boobs. I kissed her neck and slowly started kissing her face and shoulders. Alo caught my face with her hands and kissed me on my lips. I reciprocated and soon we were kissing furiously, our tongues wrestling in each others mouth, hands clasping each others head and shoulders till we were breathless. We broke our kiss but were still hugging each other. My hard prick was still grinding into her belly.
Slowly I took my hand behind her and tried un-hooking her bra. After two or three attempts, I opened the hooks of the bra and slowly removed it from her body. That was the first time I noticed she was wearing 34B size bra.
Her medium sized round taut black boobs were erect, pointing straight forward. The nipples were darker than the surrounding area and were stiff. I again put my hand and touched her boobs and pressed them. I could not control myself any more and started kissing the shining round boobs. Her lovely moans urged me on and she arched her chest forward. I caught hold of one boob and took it in my mouth and started suckling it while kneading the other boob with my hand. I could hear Alo sighing and moaning while she held my head firmly with one hand. A few minutes later I started suckling the other boob. Soon I was alternatively suckling both the boobs one at a time and also kneading the other. Alo had her eyes partially closed and her hands were firmly on my head and her fingers were rustling my hair.
I looked up, saw her face and kissed her on her lips. She opened her eyes and kissed me back. I slowly disengaged myself, took a few steps back and sat down on the couch. Alo looked at me questioningly. I smiled and slowly un-laced and removed my shoes and then un-buckled my trousers and while watching Alo I un-buttoned them and removed them. Now I was only in my underwear. Alo shyly turned her face. I walked up to her and holding her gently kissed her. She put her hands over her face. I took my hand gently gliding them over her chest slowly moving downwards, feeling her curves, till I reached her hips. I touched the cord of the salwar she was wearing and opened the knot. The salwar fell to her ankle. Her pinkish panties were clinging to her skin in between her thighs and crotch. Slowly I sat down and lifted one leg after the other so as to remove the salwar completely, but in the process my nostrils were filled by an intoxicating aroma which was emitting from her panties. I took my face near her crotch and inhaled deeply. Alo shivered and took a step back. My head was spinning and quite a bulge could be seen from my underwear. I got up, slowly took hold of Alo's hand and led her towards the double bed. Till now we had not uttered any words after we entered the room.
I laid Alo gently on the bed and I also got beside her. Lying sideways I looked into her Eyes. I whispered,
"Alo, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Rahul, I love you, but you were not noticing me, so I took the initiative." She whispered back, "Yes I want to go all the way, because in my mind you are my husband. Make love to me as I am your wife."
"This will not be a one time affair Alo", I whispered back.
"I will never allow it to be a one time affair", she whispered in my ears.
Then we hugged and kissed again. We were exploring each others body vigorously. Her hands touched my loins and she shivered. I eased out my underwear and my hard prick stood erect. Alo gently touched it and held it firmly. I twisted slightly and reached for her panties, she lifted her buttocks and I eased her panties out. Now we were both stark naked, staring at each other. Her mount of Venus had no hair and was glistening. I touched her vagina and she shivered again. The intoxicating aroma from her vagina filled the room. I wanted to taste the elixir from her vagina but she suddenly sat up and pulled my face towards her bosom. She held me tight and took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, as if to control herself she lifted my face from her bosom and looked me in the eye and said,
"Rahul, I want to tell you something, don't question me on this now, but remember I truly and sincerely love you." She paused, and then whispered, "I am not a virgin. I hope this does not spoil your feelings for me."
A huge burden lifted from my chest. I was fretting to tell her that I had had my flings with other girls also. But they were all passing affairs, affairs where more lust was involved and no love. Involuntarily I smiled, and Alo looked enquiringly at me. Seeing me smile she also relaxed. She was anxiously awaiting my response and my smile gave her an encouraging signal. She reached out and hugged me and at the same time I told her that I was also not a virgin and I have had a few flings with other girls. She held me at arms bay looking deeply into my eyes and asked, "Really?"
I nodded my head.
"Then show me what all you did to those girls and let me judge your performance," she shamelessly retorted while grinning at me.
I required no other invitation, kissed her and mauled her boobs. She grunted and said, "Slowly darling, please don't hurt me."
Obediently I controlled myself but assertively pressed her boobs and kept kissing her body from her head, gently proceeding downwards. I lingered when I reached her bosom, licked all around her boobs and then took one nipple in my mouth and deeply sucked it for a minute or two. I repeated the same with the other boob also. All along, Alo was making weird noises and moaning while her hands were pressing my head firmly. Her sexy grunting was sweet music to my ears. I proceeded kissing her and slowly reached her navel. When my tongue entered her belly button, she violently shivered, but I kept kissing and licking her navel. I gently turned her over so that she was lying on her belly. I started licking, caressing and kissing her back. Proceeding downwards, I kissed her ass, tonguing between her ass cracks and slowly licking her thighs one by one. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Slowly kissing her legs and making them wet with my tonguing, I reached her toes. I again turned her over. Now she was lying on her back, making cooing and hissing noises and with half opened eyes sexily watching me. Looking into her eyes, I gently kissed her toe and put it in my mouth and started sucking it. This was too much for Alo, She half shrieked and sat up. I gently pushed her back again and paid my respect to the other toe. Again she tried to sit up but I firmly laid her back and started kissing her legs and started moving up slowly. I reached her thighs, licked them slowly, and parted them gently exposing her love triangle between her thighs. I gently touched it with my finger tips and she moaned loudly. The lips were pinkish in colour, glistening with her nectar. The aromatic musky smell was further intoxicating me. I protruded my tongue and licked the length of her sex triangle. Alo was now shivering constantly and moaning loudly. I slowly placed her thighs over my shoulder to get better access to her love triangle. With my thumb and forefinger I parted her vaginal lips and inserted my tongue. She shrieked and bucked, trying to close her thighs but I held on to her thighs and kept them apart. My tongue went deep into her vaginal opening, licking the labia, stimulating her clitoris. She snatched at my hair and panting heavily kept uttering,
"Yes Rahul, yes, no, no, please, yes, yes, Rahul, my love Rahul, yes, Rahul, yes, I can't take it any more, Rahul don't stop, Rahul oh!"
Her hips were pushing into my face and I licked deeper into her peach. Her love juices flowed freely and her thigh muscles were rippling and trembling. I wanted to please her as much as I could and sucked hungrily lapping up all her sweet nectar. She could not take it any more and with an animalistic yell she jack knifed on my face and shivered like a blown leaf and lay still. A gush of liquid flowed out of her vaginal opening, which I lapped up like a puppy lapping milk. She had experienced a massive orgasm. I released her and lay by her side hugging her. She was nearly breathless. I softly wiped her sweat from her fore head and limbs. She slowly opened her eyes and pulled me towards her. We again hugged till she regained her breath and kissed me hard.
"Rahul, what have you done to me" she purred, "I thought licking and sucking one's private parts was dirty, but you have shown me the door to paradise".
I kissed her and while giving love bites to her ear lobes whispered in her ears,
"Darling, you are my Goddess. This is the only way I know to offer my prayers to you."
She hugged me tighter, engulfing me with her arms and legs. My erect penis was touching her love box. Slowly she untangled her hold over me and lay down spreading her legs. She held my penis and pulled me over her placing the head of my prick over her vaginal opening. Looking into my eyes she huskily said, "Now."
I rubbed my prick all along her vaginal slit and lubricated it with her juices which were still oozing out in a trickle. My pre cum also was trickling out. I adjusted accordingly and with her help and guidance slowly pushed forward. My hard prick slowly entered her tight love cave. She winced once or twice but held on to me rigidly. Half way through I stopped, gave her time to adjust and then again pushed hard. This time she again winced but by then I had penetrated her completely. We held each other like that without moving. Once I felt she was comfortable, I started my to and fro motion slowly. Alo was also raising her butt off the bed and trying to take my prick fully inside her. Slowly we mastered a rhythm and we huffed and puffed. I licked her boobs, pinched the nipples and sucked them and this excited Alo further. She bit my nipple and I let out a growl. I started pounding her and she countered my pounding with her legs wrapped around my ass and her hands tightly circled around my midriff. I could not take it any more; her vaginal muscles were milking me, her nails were piercing on my back and my stomach was in turmoil. She clutched me tighter and I ejaculated all my sperm inside her belly. I came once, twice, thrice jerking and spraying all my juices into her love box. She also shuddered and bit my shoulder clutching tightly and engulfing me into her. We lay there entangled for some time then slowly came apart.
I looked at Alo lovingly. She also looked at me and gave me a sexy smile.
She sat up suddenly, held my now flaccid cock in her hand and lowered her head and unhesitatingly licked it. She looked up and said,
"I have never given oral pleasure to any one, please guide me."
"Alo my love, my sweet heart, you don't have to do this if you are not comfortable." I sincerely muttered, while holding her head and pulling her up.
"No, I want to do it. I want to give you all the pleasure that you gave me." She replied and again lay down between my legs.
She held my prick in her hands and started pumping it. She licked from the base to the tips and immediately my manhood raised its head like a cobra. Her tongue was playing with the mushroom dome and slowly she took it in her mouth. The head filled her mouth. She started rotating her tongue all along the edge of my prick. I was in ecstasy and grumbled and held her head. I slowly pushed her head in and out guiding her. She gagged and got up. I was worried, but she looked into my eyes and once again took my now rigid, hard prick inside her mouth and started sucking. Once or twice she involuntarily grazed her teeth and I winced, but generally I was enjoying it tremendously and in no time I was ready to ejaculate again. I pulled out of her mouth and asked her to use her hands and in no time I came on her lovely breasts and face. She laughed, took a little of my offering on her finger tips and licked it.
She Nodded her head in approval and said, "Not bad, but next time I want it in my mouth."
I pulled her up and hugged her and kissed her. My love, my Goddess, my eternal light, my sweet sexy loving wife, how will I live without her?
How time flew by we never knew, but it was past four pm and time for us to leave. We cleaned ourselves, got dressed, again kissed and started our journey back to Kolkata.
All of a sudden it hit me that we had sex without any protection. Oh my God! If Alo conceives, she will be in danger. I told Alo to look out for a medical store. She asked why and I told her about my fear. She laughed and asked,
"Who planned all this?"
"We got carried away," I mumbled.
"Come on be frank, I planned it right from the beginning and had to lead you by your nose." She put forward her argument, "You are a tube light, and it does not light up immediately and flickers before lightening up." She giggled.
"Okay I agree with you, but still we had unprotected sex," I tried to convince her of my apprehension.
She gave a hearty laugh and then pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "I planned everything. Last week when you came to our house, I decided that we will have sex and I took adequate precaution my darling. Don't worry, and even if I get pregnant because of our coupling today, I will then elope with you."
Then she again became serious.
"For the time being, during the rest of your holidays, during the day, treat me as your wife. Make love to me. Book a hotel and we will spend our days there. We will depart during the night and meet again the next day. I am shameless. I want you wholly," she said and held my hand tightly.
I had no further arguments and we clutched at each others palm, our fingers interlocked. We boarded a train to Kolkata. That day was a Saturday. We made elaborate plans and decided to meet early on Monday, book a hotel room and proceed accordingly. We agreed basically to enjoy our present and forget thinking about the future. We would tackle the future when it came by. We were two scheming birds, planning on building an invisible nest in paradise.
That night I slept very peacefully. Somehow our incestuous actions and planning a sinful act had reduced all my pent up tension.
We had sex or should I say we made love everyday for the next 35 days, except the five days due to her periods. We used to meet in a pre-determined place and then find a suitable hotel or guest house and spend our sinful days there, returning home after sunset. We talked a lot, planned a lot and discarded all our previous plans and re-planned again. Our lovemaking was blissful and we could not get enough of each other. My holidays were nearing its end and I was getting depressed with the thought of separating from Alo. It was during the last week of my holidays that Alo told me to listen to her attentively. We had just had a lovely sexual session and she was cuddled on my chest.
She said, "Rahul, first listen to me, don't interrupt me at all. I know you love me very dearly. I also love you with all my heart. But we have a problem. We are related, though very distantly, we are still related. Nobody will accept our union and will label it as something dirty and look at us with hatred. Legally we cannot marry. If we elope, firstly your career will be ruined and I will not be able to live with it. Secondly, we will become outcast and we will be found out sometimes or the other. In that case we may be forced to continuously change places of residence and jobs. That will be very difficult. Lastly, I want children, your children. What will we tell our children about our relatives when they grow up?
I am not asking you to forget me. On the contrary, I am asking you to be more discrete. We will continue to love each other. But our love will not be visible to the outer world. We will meet whenever you come to Kolkata. We will make love, love as we have been doing these few days, blissful love. I again proclaim my love for you. I, deep in my heart, have placed you as my husband, and I will not replace you from there. In due course of time both of us will get married to someone else. Do love your wife, but remember I am your first wife and I will still meet you discretely, because I want to bear your children. Please try to understand. Don't think I will be very happy with this arrangement, but any other course of action we take, will lead to more difficulties. That will ruin our love. Please Rahul my love, darling, please ..." and she broke down crying.
I was also crying weeping profusely. All my arguments were of no avail. Alo made me promise that I would abide by her thinking.
The last four days were the most enjoyable and also the most torturous for both of us. We laughed, we cried, we talked about our past, we talked about nothing and almost everything. She told me how she lost her virginity and I told her about my flings. Our bondage had reached such a level that all the forces in the universe could not separate us.
At last that dreadful day came when I had to board a train to return to Bangalore. Alo did not come to see me off. We had bid our good byes the previous evening.
Today, I am 62. I remember everything very vividly. Alo is 59 yrs old. I remember the first few days after I reached Bangalore. I even contemplated taking my life, but I had an unfinished job. I had to make Alo a mother with my child. Slowly I applied all my energy into my work. We regularly wrote letters, her letters were naughty, teasing letters of a wife to her husband, but I could not write my feelings as her brothers or parents might read them. Once in a while, she used to ring me up from a public telephone booth and then we used to talk. After about a year I again went home to Kolkata on leave and again we re-created those loving days.
The next year, Alo got married. Her husband was slightly aged and did not mind marrying a short and dark girl. But Alo told me that her father was desperate to get her married and paid a very handsome dowry. At Alo's request I attended her marriage.
Six months later when I came for my holidays, Alo had joined a school as a primary teacher. We used to meet discretely and this time she boldly told me that she wanted a child. I asked jokingly about her husband, and she replied that he would think it was his child.
Around four months later I received a xforum informing me that I was about to be a proud father, the xforum duly signed as your loving wife Alo. Her letter followed where she informed that she was four months pregnant. I was very happy and again very sad. In due course, Alo gave birth to a lovely daughter. Our daughter's complexion was fair. After seven months, I also got married. I promised Alo, that I would not neglect my wife. She arranged the marriage and my parents approved.
Two years later I changed my job and got a better job at Kolkata. We re-located at Kolkata. Alo and my wife became fast friends. My wife adored Alo and took her advice in all wakes of life. My wife became pregnant and gave birth to an adorable daughter. Alo was very happy.
Three months later Alo again became pregnant. Again I was the father. I was curious and asked Alo, how come your husband has not impregnated you? She confided that she meticulously took birth control pills when I was not available. I did not know weather to be happy or sad. She gave birth to a son.
Three years later my wife gave birth to another daughter. Now I was the father of four children, two daughters from my legally married wife and one daughter and a son from my love, my first wife, my darling, my goddess, my Alo.
Today, all my children are married and settled.
Four years back, my wife expired after a very short illness.
Last year Alo became a widow.
Today, I am 62 and Alo is 59 years old. Both of us are technically widow / widower. But in our hearts we know that our spouse is still alive. We both live in the same apartments but different flats, all alone. We meet during the day and together go for walks or shopping. During the night, I discretely enter her flat. We still make love, though our frequency and vigour have reduced, but our engagement in giving oral pleasure to each other has increased.
We still love each other madly. She suggested I write about our story and let the world know about our love. She has triggered my memories and the story is there for you all to read. Let me be frank, I have no regrets with my relationship with Alo and she also would like to emphatically state that she has no regrets either.
by rahuldg
Alo was my distant aunt by relation, my mother's cousin sister. She was 20 yrs old, just 3 yrs younger to me. She had three brothers, two elder to her and one younger. The eldest brother, Kamal was 25, the second brother, Tushar was 23, my age and the youngest brother, Shyamal was 17. Alo in Bengali means light, but Alo was dark complexioned, short (5' 0"), slim, but had a face that could launch a thousand ships. Her figure was as if carved by a sculptor to show his skills to the world. Because of her skin colour and her height, finding prospective grooms had become difficult. Her parents were trying unsuccessfully to get her married.
My self, Rahul, had just secured a good job and had come home after a year and half on leave for two months. My father had built a house at Sodepur, about 25 km north of Kolkata, West Bengal, after his retirement. He was in a transferable job and as such I had completed my schooling outside West Bengal. As a matter of fact, I came to West Bengal only after my father had built a house and stayed with them hardly for a year and a half. As we stayed outside West Bengal, we did not have proper contact with many of our relatives. But during this short stay of one and a half years, many relatives came to visit us and we also visited many relatives, thus establishing or renewing our contacts. As I had completed my graduation, I was searching for a job and ultimately found one at Bangalore. So I had to again leave West Bengal. Thus when I came home on leave, I had very little friends and had nothing else to do but visit different relatives and spend my idle days.
I remembered Kamal and Tushar, with whom I was quite friendly and decided to visit them and one fine morning I reached their place. All the family members were at home and greeted me very warmly. Kamal, who had secured a job, was getting ready to leave for his office. Tushar was also leaving for his on-the-job training with a motor manufacturing unit. Before leaving, they requested me to stay till they return back late in the evening. As I had nothing else to do, I agreed. Till then, I had not paid much attention to Alo and Shyamal and was mostly occupied with Kamal and Tushar and their parents. After Kamal and Tushar left, Alo started asking me about my job and the place where I lived. She had a smile on her face and her eyes were grinning at me. I felt a pang in my heart and thought, what a beauty as if a black granite carving was sitting in front of me. Without my knowledge I started getting a hard on. I controlled myself and replied to her queries calmly. Shyamal also joined us. That helped me further to control my feelings towards Alo.
Alo's Father was nearing retirement age and was constructing a house about 15kms from their Government quarter and had to leave also to supervise the construction job and Shyamal was to accompany him. I also volunteered to accompany him but Alo's mother, whom I called Dida said, "Why do you want to spend the day sweating in the heat and dirt? Stay here and relax." Alo's father also agreed and I was left at home with Alo and Dida. Three of us enjoyed a cup of tea and Dida poured out her grief regarding finding a suitable groom for Alo. She requested me to also try finding a suitable groom for Alo, telling me that she will give me a photograph of Alo to show to any prospective groom. I joked and said, "Have you asked Alo whether she has found a suitable groom for herself?" Dida also jokingly said that if she has found anyone they would gladly accept the boy as their son-in-law. We all laughed but I noticed Alo grinning with her eyes only at me.
Dida went about doing her household jobs and cooking, and I was left with Alo. We just chatted for some time. Again I was aware of her figure and beauty. I was becoming uncomfortable with my body. Suddenly she came and sat near me and asked,
"So, you are going to find a groom for me. Have you found a girl for yourself first?" She had a mischievous smile on her face and her large black eyes were grinning at me.
I replied, "As I will be searching for a groom for you, why don't you take up the responsibility of looking for a bride for me?"
Both of us burst out laughing. Alo put her hands on my forehand and said,
"What if I love someone?"
"Just introduce him to me and I will present him to your parents."
"I can introduce him to you, but you have to promise me not to reveal to anyone."
"Well, unless and until I tell your parents how will they know about your boy friend?"
"For the time being I don't want anyone else to know about my love affair."
"Why?"
"I will let you know later, but you have to promise me to keep it a secret."
I agreed and she told me to meet her near her college which would reopen next week and a day and time was fixed. She also hugged me and thanked me for my co-operation. I was flabbergasted by her hug. As it is, I had difficulty controlling my hard on, but her hug increased my blood pressure many-fold, leaving me sweating with a dry feeling in my mouth. She looked at me in such a way as if to say, "I know your condition." I went out to the terrace, telling her that I was going for a smoke.
When I was all alone on the terrace, I thought back all the events that took place, and the first thing I remembered was her eyes, eyes which were black, eyes which were always teasing and smiling at me, eyes which wanted to say something to me, eyes which made her face look so appealing. I had seen her before also, but why all the feelings in my heart today? Was I falling in love? Non-sense, she was my aunt by relation, me and my wicked imagination. Think rationally Rahul, think straight. But then I remembered her hug and an electric current flowed through my body. I again felt her soft body against my chest, her soft round breasts and her hard nipples poking me, her hands around my neck, and her innocent looks when she thanked me. I couldn't bear it any more and my hard on was the stiffest I ever felt. From a tap on the terrace, I washed my face to cool down and after some time I came back to the house.
Soon lunch was served and the three of us ate and listened to Dida narrating different tales of her village. After lunch, both Alo and her mother said that they would have a nap and they also provided me a bed in their son's room for me to rest and I was thankful to be left alone to my thoughts. The only thoughts in my head were about Alo and her beauty. She may be dark complexioned, but she was beautiful and shamelessly I thought she was sexy, the sexiest girl I knew. How and when I fell asleep, I don't remember. I was woken up by Dida and after washing up again sat around the dining table sipping tea. Soon the other members of the family returned and I did not have any opportunity to talk to Alo all alone. As evening progressed, I took leave and returned home.
The next six days were torturous as all my thoughts were on Alo. I also felt a pang of jealousy against her boy friend. Why should I meet him? Let him solve his own problems. But Alo requested me to meet him. How could I refuse Alo? I was in love with Alo. Thinking of her was a pain in my chest, a lump in my throat, I loved Alo.
Then came the day when I was supposed to meet Alo near her college. I hated to go to meet my rival, Alo's boy friend. I am no actor. How can I shield my jealousy? But somehow I reached her college by 11 AM. I was standing near the college gate, searching for Alo and soon I saw her approaching me. God, have you sent an angel from heaven? I thought. Clad in a light green sari, she was looking like a wingless fairy, that alluring and beautiful smile on her eyes and face. I was stumped and when she greeted me I could not reply properly.
She laughed and poked me play fully and asked, "Rahul, what happened?"
I come out of the spell which had bound my speech and wished her and said that every thing was fine. I now looked around searching for her boy friend and not finding any one else asked her where her boy friend was.
She laughed heartily and said, "You are impatient, we have the whole day, why so much in a rush?"
I smiled back, my throat dry, my heart aching. She took my hand and started walking away from the college. Our fingers interlocked with each other we walked. More than once our body touched each other. I didn't know if she knew what effect she was creating in my body and mind. She asked me to hail a taxi and informed that she wanted to go to the Botanical Garden.
Throughout the journey in the Taxi, Alo kept quite, as if in deep thought. I also dared not speak to her, lest she found out my feelings towards her. At the Botanical Garden, she selected a secluded spot and beckoned me to sit near her. I sat down next to her and again looked around. Not finding anyone approaching us, I asked,
"When is your boy friend likely to come?"
"Just be patient, you will find out."
"What is his name, I don't even know that."
"What is there in a name." She replied.
"How long do you know him?" I asked.
"Three years," she replied looking straight in my eyes.
"Three years, great, by the way, has he proposed to you or not?" I asked trying to make the conversation light.
She again looked straight in my eyes and said, "Neither has he proposed nor have I."
"Some love birds you are, now what?" I asked.
She was silent for a minute and then said,
"As a matter of fact I doubt he actually knows that I love him. Also I am not sure whether he loves me or not."
"What do you mean?"
"I have never told him."
"My God and you bring me along to do what?"
"I wish to tell him today. I want to tell him that I love him." She whispered.
"Then for three years what have you been doing?"
"Waiting, waiting for an opportunity to tell him my feelings," she mumbled.
"Why then did you call me, you could have called him all alone and told him." I angrily retorted. Something was wrong. She was not telling me the truth. I could feel it, but could not put a finger on it. I tried to get up, but she held my hand, her eyes were pleading silently, requesting me to sit down. I looked at her and again I felt a pang in my chest. Slowly I sat down beside her and coaxed her,
"Something is wrong, tell me every thing."
She was silent for some time, she again looked at me. There were tears in her eyes.
My heart ached again. I wanted to wipe away the tears, but refrained. Then she lowered her head and said, "I have told you every thing."
She looked up again and I could see sadness in her eyes. She continued, "I hope you don't hate me."
"Hate you? Why should I hate you?"
"I have told you every thing."
"Yes, I understand your feeling for him, but you have to tell him also and he wouldn't want a third person present when you tell him." I tried to make her understand.
She smiled and asked, "Was any body present when I told you?"
"No."
"Then where is the third person?" she asked.
Every thing was flying over my head. I could not make heads or tails of what she was talking.
Foolishly looking at her I asked, "I haven't understood anything what you have said."
She laughed, got up and suggested we go for lunch and holding my hand suddenly asked, "How did you manage such a good job when I find you are dim witted."
"Don't question my intelligence." I retorted.
We reached a nearby restaurant and sat down in a secluded corner. She ordered for both of us without consulting me. I was still wondering when her boy friend was supposed to make an appearance. At last I could not keep my curiosity any further and asked her,
"Did you actually call your boy friend to come today?"
"Yes" was the short reply.
"At what time was he supposed to come," I enquired.
"Eleven."
I looked at my watch it was nearing two in the after noon. I was baffled and asked,
"Where is he then?"
She looked me in the eyes and said, "He is here."
I looked around once, twice and again, but no one was approaching us.
I asked again, "Where?"
"Here," she said, "You are really a tube light. My boy friend is sitting right in front of me."
Something hit me in the pit of my stomach. My head was spinning. I could not breathe. Slowly realisation hit me. So many hints, and like a fool I could not latch on. Oh! God, Alo loves me. Alo loves me. I was on cloud nine. I looked at her, slowly filling my starved lungs with air, lovingly, adoringly. She understood and lowered her eyes shyly. I slowly extended my hand and held her hands. She intertwined her fingers with mine. Both of us looked at each other but could not say anything. Forgotten was our lunch, forgotten was time, we were the only two lovers on this world.
Suddenly another thought hit me. Oh! God what will we do? What will our conservative society say? This was incestuous love. Neither our parents, relatives nor the conservative Indian society would accept our relationship. We could not tell anyone our feelings for each other. My face said everything. Alo understood my thoughts.
She quietly said, "I understand your thoughts, but please tell me, do you find me repulsive because I am very dark in complexion? Do you love me as I am?"
"I love you as I find you beautiful. Your beauty is not skin deep, it is in your blood stream, your heart, and can easily be seen oozing out of your eyes." I sincerely replied.
"Then let us forget what will happen in future and savour the present." She replied.
We somehow finished our cold lunch and again headed towards the Botanical Garden, hand in hand, oblivious of the outside world.
All alone in a secluded spot, we reached out at each other, slowly feeling each other. I pulled Alo towards me and started hugging her, her lovely two soft round boobs pressed on my chest. I could feel her tight nipples poking my chest. My hands were slowly caressing her back. She was holding me tight, her face on my shoulder. Her soft hair tickling my nostrils and cheek was making me mad. Slowly she lifted her face and looked at me. I kissed her forehead, slowly kissing her earlobes, eyes, cheeks, I reached her lips. Our lips touched, both our lips parted slowly, both of us slowly reached for each others tongues and soon we were kissing madly. Our tongues wrestling joyfully, sucking each others lips, our saliva mixing and tasting like honey. How long we kissed was not the point, the fact was we kissed madly till we were breathless, recovered and again were kissing each other, fondling each other, making each other excited.
Soon the Sun was setting, dusk was round the corner, and it was time for us to go home. Both of us reluctantly got up, smoothed our dresses and started walking towards the garden exit.
Alo asked me to meet her again the next day. I asked her about her classes, to which she replied that she wanted to be with me for the entire 5 weeks left of my holidays. I was also in a trance and wanted to be with her for the entire holidays. Accordingly we planned to meet the next day. We departed in two different taxis, she to her home and I to mine.
I just could not sleep. What was in store for us? How do we find a favourable solution? The whole day's sequence played a flash back in my mind and I felt so stupid again at not catching on what Alo was desperately trying to tell me. She loved me and I know that I loved her before she told me. Should we elope? What will happen to my job then? We would become outcast if anyone came to know about our relation. Ultimately my eyelids became heavy and I fell asleep dreaming of Alo.
The next day we went to a place called Canning. There we sat down at the banks of the river Ganges. I told her all my apprehensions. She listened to me patiently and said,
"Rahul, I love you. I will not place you in a position where you will be harmed. But that does not mean that I will leave you. No, that is not my intention. I fully understand that legally we can't marry. But who can stop us from enjoying the love of a husband and wife. In my mind you are my husband and always will be so. Make me your wife."
"I want you as my wife. I care two hoots for this society. Let us just elope. We will settle in some other city." I replied.
Alo calmly looked at me and said, "You will lose your job. Besides, our relatives will come to know and people will talk. You are well aware many of our relatives are scattered in different parts of India. Somebody or the other would eventually find us. We will become the talk of the society. What will we tell our children? We will have children, wont we?"
"Then what do we do?" I desperately blurted out.
She looked at me intensely. Her eyes were shining. They were full of love. She held my hand and calmly said,
"Please listen to me. I am a shameless bitch. I have a plan. But I want you to fully trust me and agree with me."
"I trust you and will follow you blindly." I replied.
She looked at her watch. The time was just half past twelve. She had a twinkle in her eyes. Stating that she was hungry, she got up pulling me along with her and we started walking towards a row of buildings. It was a Guest house with a small eatery attached. We had a make-shift lunch. Alo suggested we book a room and could talk and plan leisurely. We booked a room.
It was a large single room with a double bed and a couch, an attached toilet and a veranda. Once inside the room, we looked at each other. We silently approached each other, slowly reaching out for each other, our eyes locked into the others eye, as if silently communicating all our thoughts, and then we were hugging each other. A sigh came out from Alo and I also exhaled a deep breath. We kissed passionately. My hands were roaming freely and feeling all her body curves. She was also feeling me with her hands. She slowly started unbuttoning my shirt. Then I took charge.
I helped her to unbutton my shirt and removed my shirt and vest. Alo touched my chest lightly with her finger tips and all of a sudden hugged me and buried her face on my chest. Her hot breath intoxicated me and I could feel my rigid prick poking on her belly. Slowly my hands reached behind her and started unzipping her kameez. Slowly I started lifting her kameez over her head. She co-operated by lifting her hands so that the sleeves came out easily. She was wearing pink coloured bra. I put my hand out and touched her boobs over her bra. She sighed and put her hand over mine and exerted a little pressure. I was as if in a trance and gently started pressing her boobs. I kissed her neck and slowly started kissing her face and shoulders. Alo caught my face with her hands and kissed me on my lips. I reciprocated and soon we were kissing furiously, our tongues wrestling in each others mouth, hands clasping each others head and shoulders till we were breathless. We broke our kiss but were still hugging each other. My hard prick was still grinding into her belly.
Slowly I took my hand behind her and tried un-hooking her bra. After two or three attempts, I opened the hooks of the bra and slowly removed it from her body. That was the first time I noticed she was wearing 34B size bra.
Her medium sized round taut black boobs were erect, pointing straight forward. The nipples were darker than the surrounding area and were stiff. I again put my hand and touched her boobs and pressed them. I could not control myself any more and started kissing the shining round boobs. Her lovely moans urged me on and she arched her chest forward. I caught hold of one boob and took it in my mouth and started suckling it while kneading the other boob with my hand. I could hear Alo sighing and moaning while she held my head firmly with one hand. A few minutes later I started suckling the other boob. Soon I was alternatively suckling both the boobs one at a time and also kneading the other. Alo had her eyes partially closed and her hands were firmly on my head and her fingers were rustling my hair.
I looked up, saw her face and kissed her on her lips. She opened her eyes and kissed me back. I slowly disengaged myself, took a few steps back and sat down on the couch. Alo looked at me questioningly. I smiled and slowly un-laced and removed my shoes and then un-buckled my trousers and while watching Alo I un-buttoned them and removed them. Now I was only in my underwear. Alo shyly turned her face. I walked up to her and holding her gently kissed her. She put her hands over her face. I took my hand gently gliding them over her chest slowly moving downwards, feeling her curves, till I reached her hips. I touched the cord of the salwar she was wearing and opened the knot. The salwar fell to her ankle. Her pinkish panties were clinging to her skin in between her thighs and crotch. Slowly I sat down and lifted one leg after the other so as to remove the salwar completely, but in the process my nostrils were filled by an intoxicating aroma which was emitting from her panties. I took my face near her crotch and inhaled deeply. Alo shivered and took a step back. My head was spinning and quite a bulge could be seen from my underwear. I got up, slowly took hold of Alo's hand and led her towards the double bed. Till now we had not uttered any words after we entered the room.
I laid Alo gently on the bed and I also got beside her. Lying sideways I looked into her Eyes. I whispered,
"Alo, are you sure you want to do this?"
"Rahul, I love you, but you were not noticing me, so I took the initiative." She whispered back, "Yes I want to go all the way, because in my mind you are my husband. Make love to me as I am your wife."
"This will not be a one time affair Alo", I whispered back.
"I will never allow it to be a one time affair", she whispered in my ears.
Then we hugged and kissed again. We were exploring each others body vigorously. Her hands touched my loins and she shivered. I eased out my underwear and my hard prick stood erect. Alo gently touched it and held it firmly. I twisted slightly and reached for her panties, she lifted her buttocks and I eased her panties out. Now we were both stark naked, staring at each other. Her mount of Venus had no hair and was glistening. I touched her vagina and she shivered again. The intoxicating aroma from her vagina filled the room. I wanted to taste the elixir from her vagina but she suddenly sat up and pulled my face towards her bosom. She held me tight and took a deep breath. Exhaling slowly, as if to control herself she lifted my face from her bosom and looked me in the eye and said,
"Rahul, I want to tell you something, don't question me on this now, but remember I truly and sincerely love you." She paused, and then whispered, "I am not a virgin. I hope this does not spoil your feelings for me."
A huge burden lifted from my chest. I was fretting to tell her that I had had my flings with other girls also. But they were all passing affairs, affairs where more lust was involved and no love. Involuntarily I smiled, and Alo looked enquiringly at me. Seeing me smile she also relaxed. She was anxiously awaiting my response and my smile gave her an encouraging signal. She reached out and hugged me and at the same time I told her that I was also not a virgin and I have had a few flings with other girls. She held me at arms bay looking deeply into my eyes and asked, "Really?"
I nodded my head.
"Then show me what all you did to those girls and let me judge your performance," she shamelessly retorted while grinning at me.
I required no other invitation, kissed her and mauled her boobs. She grunted and said, "Slowly darling, please don't hurt me."
Obediently I controlled myself but assertively pressed her boobs and kept kissing her body from her head, gently proceeding downwards. I lingered when I reached her bosom, licked all around her boobs and then took one nipple in my mouth and deeply sucked it for a minute or two. I repeated the same with the other boob also. All along, Alo was making weird noises and moaning while her hands were pressing my head firmly. Her sexy grunting was sweet music to my ears. I proceeded kissing her and slowly reached her navel. When my tongue entered her belly button, she violently shivered, but I kept kissing and licking her navel. I gently turned her over so that she was lying on her belly. I started licking, caressing and kissing her back. Proceeding downwards, I kissed her ass, tonguing between her ass cracks and slowly licking her thighs one by one. Her skin was smooth and flawless. Slowly kissing her legs and making them wet with my tonguing, I reached her toes. I again turned her over. Now she was lying on her back, making cooing and hissing noises and with half opened eyes sexily watching me. Looking into her eyes, I gently kissed her toe and put it in my mouth and started sucking it. This was too much for Alo, She half shrieked and sat up. I gently pushed her back again and paid my respect to the other toe. Again she tried to sit up but I firmly laid her back and started kissing her legs and started moving up slowly. I reached her thighs, licked them slowly, and parted them gently exposing her love triangle between her thighs. I gently touched it with my finger tips and she moaned loudly. The lips were pinkish in colour, glistening with her nectar. The aromatic musky smell was further intoxicating me. I protruded my tongue and licked the length of her sex triangle. Alo was now shivering constantly and moaning loudly. I slowly placed her thighs over my shoulder to get better access to her love triangle. With my thumb and forefinger I parted her vaginal lips and inserted my tongue. She shrieked and bucked, trying to close her thighs but I held on to her thighs and kept them apart. My tongue went deep into her vaginal opening, licking the labia, stimulating her clitoris. She snatched at my hair and panting heavily kept uttering,
"Yes Rahul, yes, no, no, please, yes, yes, Rahul, my love Rahul, yes, Rahul, yes, I can't take it any more, Rahul don't stop, Rahul oh!"
Her hips were pushing into my face and I licked deeper into her peach. Her love juices flowed freely and her thigh muscles were rippling and trembling. I wanted to please her as much as I could and sucked hungrily lapping up all her sweet nectar. She could not take it any more and with an animalistic yell she jack knifed on my face and shivered like a blown leaf and lay still. A gush of liquid flowed out of her vaginal opening, which I lapped up like a puppy lapping milk. She had experienced a massive orgasm. I released her and lay by her side hugging her. She was nearly breathless. I softly wiped her sweat from her fore head and limbs. She slowly opened her eyes and pulled me towards her. We again hugged till she regained her breath and kissed me hard.
"Rahul, what have you done to me" she purred, "I thought licking and sucking one's private parts was dirty, but you have shown me the door to paradise".
I kissed her and while giving love bites to her ear lobes whispered in her ears,
"Darling, you are my Goddess. This is the only way I know to offer my prayers to you."
She hugged me tighter, engulfing me with her arms and legs. My erect penis was touching her love box. Slowly she untangled her hold over me and lay down spreading her legs. She held my penis and pulled me over her placing the head of my prick over her vaginal opening. Looking into my eyes she huskily said, "Now."
I rubbed my prick all along her vaginal slit and lubricated it with her juices which were still oozing out in a trickle. My pre cum also was trickling out. I adjusted accordingly and with her help and guidance slowly pushed forward. My hard prick slowly entered her tight love cave. She winced once or twice but held on to me rigidly. Half way through I stopped, gave her time to adjust and then again pushed hard. This time she again winced but by then I had penetrated her completely. We held each other like that without moving. Once I felt she was comfortable, I started my to and fro motion slowly. Alo was also raising her butt off the bed and trying to take my prick fully inside her. Slowly we mastered a rhythm and we huffed and puffed. I licked her boobs, pinched the nipples and sucked them and this excited Alo further. She bit my nipple and I let out a growl. I started pounding her and she countered my pounding with her legs wrapped around my ass and her hands tightly circled around my midriff. I could not take it any more; her vaginal muscles were milking me, her nails were piercing on my back and my stomach was in turmoil. She clutched me tighter and I ejaculated all my sperm inside her belly. I came once, twice, thrice jerking and spraying all my juices into her love box. She also shuddered and bit my shoulder clutching tightly and engulfing me into her. We lay there entangled for some time then slowly came apart.
I looked at Alo lovingly. She also looked at me and gave me a sexy smile.
She sat up suddenly, held my now flaccid cock in her hand and lowered her head and unhesitatingly licked it. She looked up and said,
"I have never given oral pleasure to any one, please guide me."
"Alo my love, my sweet heart, you don't have to do this if you are not comfortable." I sincerely muttered, while holding her head and pulling her up.
"No, I want to do it. I want to give you all the pleasure that you gave me." She replied and again lay down between my legs.
She held my prick in her hands and started pumping it. She licked from the base to the tips and immediately my manhood raised its head like a cobra. Her tongue was playing with the mushroom dome and slowly she took it in her mouth. The head filled her mouth. She started rotating her tongue all along the edge of my prick. I was in ecstasy and grumbled and held her head. I slowly pushed her head in and out guiding her. She gagged and got up. I was worried, but she looked into my eyes and once again took my now rigid, hard prick inside her mouth and started sucking. Once or twice she involuntarily grazed her teeth and I winced, but generally I was enjoying it tremendously and in no time I was ready to ejaculate again. I pulled out of her mouth and asked her to use her hands and in no time I came on her lovely breasts and face. She laughed, took a little of my offering on her finger tips and licked it.
She Nodded her head in approval and said, "Not bad, but next time I want it in my mouth."
I pulled her up and hugged her and kissed her. My love, my Goddess, my eternal light, my sweet sexy loving wife, how will I live without her?
How time flew by we never knew, but it was past four pm and time for us to leave. We cleaned ourselves, got dressed, again kissed and started our journey back to Kolkata.
All of a sudden it hit me that we had sex without any protection. Oh my God! If Alo conceives, she will be in danger. I told Alo to look out for a medical store. She asked why and I told her about my fear. She laughed and asked,
"Who planned all this?"
"We got carried away," I mumbled.
"Come on be frank, I planned it right from the beginning and had to lead you by your nose." She put forward her argument, "You are a tube light, and it does not light up immediately and flickers before lightening up." She giggled.
"Okay I agree with you, but still we had unprotected sex," I tried to convince her of my apprehension.
She gave a hearty laugh and then pulled my head down and whispered in my ear, "I planned everything. Last week when you came to our house, I decided that we will have sex and I took adequate precaution my darling. Don't worry, and even if I get pregnant because of our coupling today, I will then elope with you."
Then she again became serious.
"For the time being, during the rest of your holidays, during the day, treat me as your wife. Make love to me. Book a hotel and we will spend our days there. We will depart during the night and meet again the next day. I am shameless. I want you wholly," she said and held my hand tightly.
I had no further arguments and we clutched at each others palm, our fingers interlocked. We boarded a train to Kolkata. That day was a Saturday. We made elaborate plans and decided to meet early on Monday, book a hotel room and proceed accordingly. We agreed basically to enjoy our present and forget thinking about the future. We would tackle the future when it came by. We were two scheming birds, planning on building an invisible nest in paradise.
That night I slept very peacefully. Somehow our incestuous actions and planning a sinful act had reduced all my pent up tension.
We had sex or should I say we made love everyday for the next 35 days, except the five days due to her periods. We used to meet in a pre-determined place and then find a suitable hotel or guest house and spend our sinful days there, returning home after sunset. We talked a lot, planned a lot and discarded all our previous plans and re-planned again. Our lovemaking was blissful and we could not get enough of each other. My holidays were nearing its end and I was getting depressed with the thought of separating from Alo. It was during the last week of my holidays that Alo told me to listen to her attentively. We had just had a lovely sexual session and she was cuddled on my chest.
She said, "Rahul, first listen to me, don't interrupt me at all. I know you love me very dearly. I also love you with all my heart. But we have a problem. We are related, though very distantly, we are still related. Nobody will accept our union and will label it as something dirty and look at us with hatred. Legally we cannot marry. If we elope, firstly your career will be ruined and I will not be able to live with it. Secondly, we will become outcast and we will be found out sometimes or the other. In that case we may be forced to continuously change places of residence and jobs. That will be very difficult. Lastly, I want children, your children. What will we tell our children about our relatives when they grow up?
I am not asking you to forget me. On the contrary, I am asking you to be more discrete. We will continue to love each other. But our love will not be visible to the outer world. We will meet whenever you come to Kolkata. We will make love, love as we have been doing these few days, blissful love. I again proclaim my love for you. I, deep in my heart, have placed you as my husband, and I will not replace you from there. In due course of time both of us will get married to someone else. Do love your wife, but remember I am your first wife and I will still meet you discretely, because I want to bear your children. Please try to understand. Don't think I will be very happy with this arrangement, but any other course of action we take, will lead to more difficulties. That will ruin our love. Please Rahul my love, darling, please ..." and she broke down crying.
I was also crying weeping profusely. All my arguments were of no avail. Alo made me promise that I would abide by her thinking.
The last four days were the most enjoyable and also the most torturous for both of us. We laughed, we cried, we talked about our past, we talked about nothing and almost everything. She told me how she lost her virginity and I told her about my flings. Our bondage had reached such a level that all the forces in the universe could not separate us.
At last that dreadful day came when I had to board a train to return to Bangalore. Alo did not come to see me off. We had bid our good byes the previous evening.
Today, I am 62. I remember everything very vividly. Alo is 59 yrs old. I remember the first few days after I reached Bangalore. I even contemplated taking my life, but I had an unfinished job. I had to make Alo a mother with my child. Slowly I applied all my energy into my work. We regularly wrote letters, her letters were naughty, teasing letters of a wife to her husband, but I could not write my feelings as her brothers or parents might read them. Once in a while, she used to ring me up from a public telephone booth and then we used to talk. After about a year I again went home to Kolkata on leave and again we re-created those loving days.
The next year, Alo got married. Her husband was slightly aged and did not mind marrying a short and dark girl. But Alo told me that her father was desperate to get her married and paid a very handsome dowry. At Alo's request I attended her marriage.
Six months later when I came for my holidays, Alo had joined a school as a primary teacher. We used to meet discretely and this time she boldly told me that she wanted a child. I asked jokingly about her husband, and she replied that he would think it was his child.
Around four months later I received a xforum informing me that I was about to be a proud father, the xforum duly signed as your loving wife Alo. Her letter followed where she informed that she was four months pregnant. I was very happy and again very sad. In due course, Alo gave birth to a lovely daughter. Our daughter's complexion was fair. After seven months, I also got married. I promised Alo, that I would not neglect my wife. She arranged the marriage and my parents approved.
Two years later I changed my job and got a better job at Kolkata. We re-located at Kolkata. Alo and my wife became fast friends. My wife adored Alo and took her advice in all wakes of life. My wife became pregnant and gave birth to an adorable daughter. Alo was very happy.
Three months later Alo again became pregnant. Again I was the father. I was curious and asked Alo, how come your husband has not impregnated you? She confided that she meticulously took birth control pills when I was not available. I did not know weather to be happy or sad. She gave birth to a son.
Three years later my wife gave birth to another daughter. Now I was the father of four children, two daughters from my legally married wife and one daughter and a son from my love, my first wife, my darling, my goddess, my Alo.
Today, all my children are married and settled.
Four years back, my wife expired after a very short illness.
Last year Alo became a widow.
Today, I am 62 and Alo is 59 years old. Both of us are technically widow / widower. But in our hearts we know that our spouse is still alive. We both live in the same apartments but different flats, all alone. We meet during the day and together go for walks or shopping. During the night, I discretely enter her flat. We still make love, though our frequency and vigour have reduced, but our engagement in giving oral pleasure to each other has increased.
We still love each other madly. She suggested I write about our story and let the world know about our love. She has triggered my memories and the story is there for you all to read. Let me be frank, I have no regrets with my relationship with Alo and she also would like to emphatically state that she has no regrets either.
by rahuldg
The Trip
Part 1
This novel is written in the same spirit and is set in the picturesque locale of Topchanchi, a small town on a lake at the foot of the Parasnath Hills in Jharkhand, India.
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It had been a long day for Rudra and his mother Ritu but finally, at the cow-dust Godhuli hour of the gathering dusk, they reached Rudra's ancestral home at Topchanchi. The lights on the Topchanchi dam were already twinkling but the autorickshaw that they were travelling in turned away from that tourist destination and dropped them in front of a rather forbidding looking house on the edge of the lake. Across the water, the Parasnath hill rose up against the western sky that was still ablaze with the rays of the setting sun.
It was the middle of October and a late Durga Puja was around the corner. Today was Panchami and the roads were already crowded with people going to the local puja pandel that had been constructed next to the house. Even though the bodhan, the commencement, of the puja on Sashthi was still a day away, the pandel had already been inaugurated and people, particularly youngsters in bright new clothes, were thronging the area. Loudspeakers were playing current hindi film songs that were suitably appropriate for the joyous arrival of the Devi and her entourage.
But the house that they had come to was sombre and seemingly detached from the festive air outside. Rudra unloaded the two strolley bags from the auto while Ritu went up to the main gate and rattled the lock that was hanging on a chain. No one appeared so they pushed the gate apart just enough for them to squeeze through. They were in a big, walled in garden and a path led to the door of a house that was visible through the trees. Lights on the windows meant that there were people in it and so the two of them walked up to the main door and knocked again.
A big, beefy and decidedly thuggish looking man opened the door.
"What do you want?"
"We are coming from Bombay and we are here to meet Thakur-saab." Ritu answered as politely as possible, referring to her father-in-law in the traditionally respectful way of addressing a Rajput in Bihar, now Jharkhand.
"Why?" He was carrying a double barrel breech loading gone on his shoulder and his tone was that of a shooter or bodyguard.
"That is something that I will tell him myself." Ritu's voice hardened with the authority of government officer addressing a minion. "Just tell him that Riturani is here with his grandson Rudra."
The tone worked. The man's body language softened. He opened the door and pointed them to a rough bench that was visible in the room behind the door.
"Chotu." He shouted, "Come here." Another loutish character appeared from somewhere inside. "Please attend to these visitors. I will go and talk to Thakur-saab."
Chotu was obviously here not to welcome but to keep an eye on them while his boss Budhia went inside to inform the Thakur.
Rudra and Ritu found themselves in a rough and rude passage that was poorly lit by some newly installed LED lamps. But they did not have to wait too long because Budhia was back soon and waved them into a larger drawing room. This was well lit with chandeliers and had numerous antlers and deer-heads on the wall - all testimony to the hunting prowess of the current and possibly previous owners. There were big sofas spread around and a number of deep armchairs. Obviously, this is where the Thakur-saab entertained his guests. No sooner had mother and son settled themselves when the Thakur walked in.
He was another big, beefy man with a flowing mane of white hair that would have come down to his shoulders were it not for a band that kept it at the nape of his neck. He was broad at the shoulder and his well muscled arms were tattooed with symbols of violence. Age and alcohol had given him an ungainly paunch but had left untouched the natural meanness and cruelty that was evident in his narrow, closely spaced eyes and sneering lips. All put together, not a very pleasant man to come across in the festive season.
"Ah! Riturani," He chewed his words slowly. "So you have decided to come back to Topchanchi."
"Yes. Thakur-saab." Ritu was on her feet, as was Rudra, as they bent to touch his feet in the standard style of familial obeisance.
"But why after all these years?"
Yes. It had been years since Ritu was here and for Rudra it was of course the first time. Ritu's mind went back more than twenty years ago when she, a tribal Santhal girl in her teens had fallen in love with Thakur's son, Raghu and in a moment of playful mischief in the forests of Parasnath Hill had conceived Rudra. Much against his father's wishes Raghu had married Ritu and had brought her into this very house. Perhaps things would still have turned out reasonably well but for the Thakur's penchant for sexual excitement.
Raghu's mother was still eminently fuckable but the Thakur had a penchant for voyeurism and the thought of seeing his cute new Santhali daughter-in-law being fucked had caught his imagination. So in the course of a drunken orgy, that was all too common in the Thakur household, he had tried to force his son, Raghu to strip his pregnant wife and fuck her in public. The episode had ended calamitously with Raghu's mother hitting him on the head with a pot and Raghu and Ritu fleeing Topchanchi in the middle of the night and seeking refuge, first in Calcutta and then in distant Bombay.
Life had been tough for the young couple, especially after the birth of Rudra, but neither of them had ever bothered to seek any help from the family. What had compounded matters was that Raghu had suddenly died in an accident. But Ritu was a born fighter and had not only carved out a space for herself and her infant son in distant Bombay, but had also managed crack the civil services exam that had led her to a very significant government job.
But in all these years, Thakur-saab had shown no interest in their well being and Ritu had of course no interest in him or his affairs either. But of late, and out of the blue, she had pieced together certain facts from old letters that Raghu had exchanged with his mother that had piqued her interest and firmed her resolve to get to or recover what was her due. Raghu's mother had of course died a few years ago - heartbroken with the irreconcilable differences between the arrogant Thakur and his stubborn DIL, but that had not deterred Ritu. She was here with a purpose but obviously she had no intention of revealing her hand. Not yet.
"Blood is thicker than water, Thakur-saab. I really want Rudra to reconnect with his ancestors and his heritage."
"Good. Good. It's always nice to see my grandson, Rudra" But actually Thakur was more interested in his mother and he was ogling her openly. Which was not strange because most people still did ogle at the forty plus Santhali woman. But Ritu was less of a woman and more of a girl. Tall and dusky, with large limpid eyes, high cheeks, full lips and a finely chiselled jawline, she had that sultry look that would have all but the most stoic of men wetting themselves in their sleep..
"I thought that it would be nice if I could bring Rudra here for the Pujas. After all, this is where he belongs to even though he has been born and brought up in Bombay."
"Of course he is most welcome here ..." and then as an afterthought, or perhaps otherwise, "You too are more than welcome here. How I wish Raghu and his mother was here as well."
"We will not trouble you, Thakur-saab. We will quietly spend the Puja here and depart on Dashami ... along with the Goddess."
"No, no, no trouble at all." Thakur was all honey-and-sweetness. "Budhia, Chotu please arrange for our bahu-rani and my grandson to be accomodated in our very best guest room." Then turning to the mother-son duo, "Please take rest, you have had a long journey. We will have dinner together at around nine."
The guest room that had been alloted to them was huge - more of a suite than a room and divided into two parts in the shape of an L. The first part and closer to the door was a sitting area with a sofa set, a divan and low tables. The other leg of the L was occupied by a huge bed with an ornamental headboard placed against the wall. Scattered around the room were antique furniture - a ladies writing table, smaller chairs, cabinets, and a chest of drawers all arranged in a slightly haphazard fashion along the walls and giving the room a crowded, cluttered look. But what was most interesting in the room were the giant, ceiling high windows that looked out on the Topchanchi Lake and the Parasnath Hills behind it. The windows had big, heavy curtains that fell all the way from near the ceiling right down to the floor. When pulled apart, the view was fantastic otherwise both privacy and darkness were complete.
The sun had set but the Panchami moon - on the fifth day of the bright fortnight leading into Durga Puja - was still shining on the western sky. Ritu was lying not on the bed, but on the divan at one end of the room, staring through the windows at the starry western sky.
"This is so nostalgic, kiddo. This is the room where your father and I had spent the few happy days at Topchanchi .. looking at the hill, the sky, across the lake."
"Yes Ma. This is indeed so very tranquil and scenic." The raucous music from the Durga Puja pandel somehow seemed so very distant.
"It's also so very private ... just you and me and the gathering darkness."
Actually, the privacy was contrived. Soon after they had stepped into the bedroom, Ritu, as a thorough professional but more as an intuitive female had carried out a quick reconnaissance of the room and had spotted a tiny CCTV camera. It was hidden inside an alcove in the wall and pointing to the regal bed which would of course be the target for any amorous couple. Obviously the Thakur was used to spying on his guests. She could have casually thrown a shawl over the camera but that would have alerted the voyeur. Instead, she quickly figured out the range and angle of vision and moved the divan out of it so that her privacy was complete.
The privacy of the window facing divan was important because behind closed doors, Ritu and Rudra were far more than just mother and son! The genesis of their relationship lay in their years of loneliness and struggle when the two had had to face a hostile world where they had only themselves to cling to for company. The question of whether it was right or wrong, moral or immoral was no more of any consequence to them ever since they had reconciled themselves to an exciting relationship. It had begun with quiet and intimate hugs and snuggles, of soft tits, tight butts and hard pricks in clenched fists that had then graduated through short, scanty and finally no clothes. Things had finally come to a head when mother and son decided to celebrate Rudra's eighteenth birthday at a beach resort in Goa. That was when the two had completely given themselves to each other, spending the entire day in their beach front cottage without a stitch of clothing and exploring each and every way to achieve and experience ecstasy. Well, not really every way. Ritu was reluctant to have her son's penis in her vagina - even with a condom or on her safe days - and had drawn a lakshman rekha around it. Which was fine for them since they had, even otherwise, so much to keep each other excited and entertained with.
Which is exactly what they were doing the darkened bedroom at Topchanchi!
There was a single chandelier glowing brightly over the disappointingly empty royal bed but it still cast a pattern of light and shadow on the divan that Ritu was lying on, on her belly, propped up on her elbows and watching the darkening sky.
"Thinking of Raghu and the way he used to fuck me is making me so very horny kiddo .."
"Let me help you Ma."
Since they had been on the road for so long, Ritu was wearing a two piece salwar kameez and Rudra had little difficulty in loosening her pajama-salwar cord and pulling it down. Next to go was the kameez and then there was Ritu in just her bra and pantie lying face down on the divan. Rudra sat down next to her and loosened her hair that had been tied up in a bun. Then he carefully unhooked her bra, pulled down her panties and gently ran his hands up and down her spine. Next he slid his hands under his mother's breasts and gave them a light squeeze and felt the hardening of her nipples. Ritu whimpered, then all of a sudden she grabbed the long, body pillow - a small passbalish - and shoved it between her legs and started rubbing her cunt against it. A low moan gurgled out of her throat. Rudra knew what his mother wanted. He quietly pulled her up by her waist, folded her legs in a kneeling position so that her vaginal lips were clearly visible from behind and then lightly ran his finger through the crack of her cunt. Ritu gave a squeal of pleasure and jerked her buttocks. With one hand, Rudra grabbed his mother's hair, pulled her head up until her back was bent like a bow. The fingers of his other hand were now pushing and probing into his mother's cunt and rubbing the nub of the clitoris that she had so carefully shown to him! Ritu was in pure ecstasy as memories of being fucked by his beloved Raghu flooded through her. Rudra's fingers were moist as well, as his mother's juices flowed out of her.
Then Ritu turned her head, gave a naughty smile and ran her tongue across her lips. That was a signal for Rudra to stop fingering her cunt. Instead he quickly dropped his pants, pulled off his shirt and came around to the head of the divan where his mother was waiting to suck his erect penis. Ritu lovingly fondled her son's balls, stroked his rock hard erection, gently pulled back his foreskin and flicked her tongue along the exposed crack of his glans. A shudder of excitement rippled up Rudra's spine as he again bundled his mother's hair in his fists, grabbed her head and pushed it against the hardness of his penis. Ritu opened her mouth and swallowed her son's erection all the way in until it pressed against the back of her throat. Deep throat. For the next couple of minutes, Rudra hammered his erect phallus in and out of his mother's mouth until with a muffled cry he suddenly started spewing his cum into her face. Ritu sighed in pleasure and turned flat on her back as her son dropped and draped his body across hers and buried his face in the thick tangle of his mother's pubic patch. Ritu's breasts were now crushed under Rudra's belly and his hands pushed her thighs apart. For the next few minutes Ritu licked his son's cum covered penis while Rudra tongue darted in and out of his mother's vaginal crack until she too squirmed in pleasure, bucked her hips and shuddered in ecstasy.
For a few moments, mother and son relaxed with their faces in each other's crotch. Finally Rudra slid off his mother's body and helped her sit up.
"It was almost as if you father was fucking me here today, kid."
"I am sure he was here in spirit."
"But now we need to get ready to meet your grandfather .."
"I wonder what he would have said if he knew why we are here."
"But the bigger question is where do we start .. I was never as clueless as this before an assignment."
"We will play it by ear Ma."
The house in Topchanchi was built as a hollow quadrangle. In the front was the large drawing room where Rudra and Ritu had met Thakur-saab for the first time. Above the drawing room, on the first floor were the two large guest rooms. Mother and son were accommodated in one of these rooms it was here that they had had their first Topchanchi orgasm. Leading out of the drawing room were two wings, one of which had the kitchen and dining room whilst the other was the private drawing room where Thakur would be closeted with his intimate acquaintances -- it was doubtful if he had any friends. At the back of the house and connecting the two wings was what once was the zenana mahal, the women's area kept out of male gaze by the purdah, but nowadays it had only two bedrooms, one large and one small with the small one being accessible only from the large bedroom. In the centre of the house was a large courtyard with a pillared corridor that ran around it. Most of the rooms opened into the corridor but they were also connected to each other through internal doors as well. There were two staircases one for guests to reach the guest rooms on the first floor and the other one for anyone else to reach the roof.
It was dinner time and Thakur-saab was sitting at the head of the table. Dinner was not yet served, the plates were still empty but the Thakur was already on his fourth whisky of the evening. Ritu and Rudra had just joined the table and were sipping on some wine and whisky respectively. Budhia, the senior thug was sitting just outside room with his gun by his side while Chotu, the junior thug was helping with the dishes and he too was carrying a gun stuck to his belt.
"Thakur-saab, why so many guns in the house? Is it not safe out here?"
"Riturani, when you are a man as big as I am, it is important for people to know and respect you."
"And a gun commands respect?"
"Of course. This is not your Bombay where singers and dancers are feted. Here it is fear that matters and fear is best maintained with a gun."
"I suppose so .."
"Everyone knows that Thakur-saab has two shooters who can and will shoot anything that tries to disturb his peace."
"And the police? They have nothing to say about this?"
"Paid off ... with money and women."
"Women?"
"Of course, the local OC and the DSP are both regulars at my house parties ... where we serve the best scotch and the cleanest girls."
"Cleanest girls?"
"No unpleasant surprises here. I make sure that everyone is checked out once a month and anyone who tests positive, however faint is kicked out, until he or she is proved clean again."
"You must be having very colourful parties here ..."
"Well we haven't had one for a long time .. but we will be having one soon?"
The kitchen door opened and a middle aged woman walked in with a big bowl of savouries.
"Ah here is Savita .. your mother-in-law."
Fora moment Ritu was perplexed because Raghu's mother had died a couple of years ago. Has the Thakur married again? She wondered but in any case she walked around and tried to touch her feet. Savita was just about her own age or perhaps just a little younger and unlike the dusky Ritu she was fair and sharp though a little plump around her hips. She grabbed Ritu by her shoulders and instead of allowing her to touch her feet just hugged her. However she allowed Rudra to touch her feet but then hugged him as well .. perhaps a wee bit longer and harder.
"After Raghu's mother died, I needed another woman and initially I would get randis from Dhanbad ... clean ones you know." The ethyl in the Thakur's blood had started to speak but neither Ritu nor Rudra batted an eyelid. "But then I came across Savita and thought that let me invest in someone permanent ... so that I can have another son."
"You want another son? Now?"
"Why not? Raghu is dead and you and Rudra are making merry in Bombay. Who will inherit and look after my empire in Topchanchi?"
"True." Ritu murmured under her breath.
"But the trouble is that this cow of mine is not breeding." Ritu winced as these brutal words made Savitas face go ashen.
"It takes time, Thakur-saab"
"I have been fucking her for over two years but each month she bleeds like a leaking tap. Disgusting." The alcohol was really taking over the Thakur's tongue.
Dinner had been served and everyone was nibbling at the roti, daal and egg curry.
"Perhaps if the Thakur-saab was a bit more ..." Savita tried to say something, but the Thakur cut him off abruptly.
"Shut up you slut. You are as barren as a broken barrel." Ritu was feeling sorry for Savita but knew that it would be futile to protest. Not with two shooters around. But the boil in her blood served to harden her resolve for what she had come to Topchanchi for. However this was no time to pick up a fight.
"Perhaps Lord Parasnath will grant her child soon."
"Perhaps I should get all the twenty three Tirthankaras to fuck you one after the other." The Thakur made an obscene reference to the revered Jain saints who had achieved enlightenment at Parasnath Hill that was actually named after Lord Parashwanatha, the 23rd.
"I was hoping to go the Devi Sthaan -- the temple of the forest goddess -- tomorrow on Sashti. They say .."
"I know, I know that Sasthi Devi gives you children but if your womb is still empty at Kalipuja then I will kick you out of the house and get another fertile slut for me."
The Thakur was obviously obnoxious but for Ritu this was chink in armour. She gave an edgewise look at Rudra and when their eyes met, she gave a nod.
"Sasthi Devi? Was I not born on a Sashti day Ma?"
"Yes, dear. That is why Sashti's blessings are with you." Ritu tried to change the topic to prevent any further insults to his mother-in-law.
"Then I could accompany Mashi, oh well, Dida ... to the Sasthi Devi temple." Rudra had initially referred to Savita as aunt because of her age, but then corrected himself as per the correct family hierarchy.
"You can take your Dida -- grandmother -- wherever you want, but Riturani! you are not going anywhere." He took another swig from his glass and motioned to Chotu to fill it up again. "You and I have have unfinished business."
"So do I," murmured Ritu softly, and then added, audibly, "I am always at your service, Thakur-saab."
Next morning Rudra and Savita set off for the Sasthi Devi temple that was on the other side of the Parasnath Hill. Most people who visit Parasnath do so for the Jain temples that line the road to the peak but unknown to most there is another temple that is far, far older. In fact, this was not a temple but a cave, a grotto whose history went far back into the legends and myths of the Santhali community. Sometime, perhaps during the middle ages, the goddesses had been adopted into the orthodox Hindu tradition as Sasthi Devi and worshipped as the goddess of fertility and childbirth.
"Dida, do you know the way to the Devi Sthaan?" Rudra was driving a small Honda WRV that the Thakur had allowed them to use for the day.
"Only vaguely. I know it is on the other side of the hill."
"Then how will we find the place?"
"It is said that the Devi reveals herself only to those whom she takes a fancy to ... wants to bless."
"But will she bless us?"
"I hadn't heard of her till a week ago and then one Santhali woman suddenly came to our house -- she was selling some trinkets -- and told me that I must go and meet her during Durga Puja."
"Was that a signal?"
"I desperately hope it is. You heard your Thakur-saab last night."
"He was rather obnoxious."
"And the trouble is with him ... not me."
"You mean .."
"He simply cannot do it ... how will we put a child in me?"
"Is he impotent?"
"All that he can get is an erection ... but rarely can be ejaculate. He can only rub me raw. But all dry. No phichik ..."
"I hope the Devi can cure that."
"I think we have reached the place ... Look that big banyan tree with the roots covering the ground."
Rudra stopped the car and looked around. There was no signboard, no marker, no nothing to indicate that there was any kind of temple in the vicinity. They were in a forest of saal trees though there were a few palash and mahua trees as well. Rudra parked the Honda behind a grove of bamboos and the two of them stepped out.
"Do you want to the Devi Sthaan?" a little girl had appeared, seemingly from nowhere.
"Yes Dear. Can you tell us the way?"
"Come with me .." and she started half-walking, half running through the trees. Rudra and Savita followed her. After a few twists and turns, they came upon a narrow path where the grass had been worn out by previous visitors.
"Just follow this and you will reach the Devi." She pointed upwards through the forest.
"How far?"
"Not much, half an hour ....." and she laid out her palm, evidently asking for her guide fees.
"Thank you dear. Here. Go and have some sweets ..." Savita gave her a 100 rupee note.
"Oooh how lovely," she squealed in delight at the unexpectedly large sum. Then she raised her arms as if in benediction, "The Devi will grant your wishes today," and disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared.
"Without her we would never have found this path."
"That's why it is said that the Devi reveals herself only to those whom she takes a fancy to."
It may have been half an hour for the little girl but Rudra and Savita took almost an hour to climb along the path until they reached the Devi's grotto -- a cave in the hillside with a deep pool of water in front.
"That would be it. That is exactly how the woman had described it to me."
"But how do we reach it? There is no path to the cave that I can see."
"Let us check at that small shack there. They may know"
An old woman was selling flowers, sweets, candles, camphor and other articles necessary for the puja. "So the Devi has called you here?" she said with a smile.
"Yes. But how do we go to her cave?"
"Oh! You walk through the water .."
""How deep is it?"
"It will be over your head!"
"Then how will we go?"
"Just hold your breath and walk through ... it is quite simple."
"Our clothes? They will get wet."
"You leave all that with me here. See ..." she pointed behind the shack, "Others have left them as well."
"But ... but .." Savita was kind of flabbergasted at their predicament.
"Don't feel shy. Everyone knows why you are here ... to have a baby in your belly. You are with one whom you love and trust. Do not be shy. The Devi knows."
"The puja?"
"I will give you the all the stuff. Just hold it over your head, outside the water when you walk across."
Savita looked at Rudra and smiled. "You want to stay back here, Rudra?"
"Then how will you have your baby, Mother?" The lady in the shack laughed! "Without the Purush to complement your Prakriti even the Divine Mother is helpless."
"Don't worry. I will go with you."
"And remember, do not ever share any of this information with those who do not worship our Devi. She does not like sceptics."
Without any further ado, Savita and Rudra removed their clothes, folded them and left them with the shop lady. Both of them were stark naked and even though it seemed so very natural, Savita noticed that Rudra was phallus was already half erect.
"What if we come back and find that they are all gone? How will we get back to Topchanchi?"
"We will worry about that when it happens, Rudra. Right now, please hold me by my shoulders to that I can keep the puja stuff high and dry."
The pool was about 50 meters long, the size of an Olympic swimming pool, but most of it was about shoulder deep for Rudra and chin deep for Savita. Once they were in waist deep water, Rudra held Savita by her shoulder and pulled her closely to her body. Savita was still in the prime of life and the sheer nakedness was intoxicating for both of them. Without realising it, Rudra was breathing heavily on her neck and suddenly he felt his erection pushing into his grandmother's buttocks.
"Rudra," she said in mock seriousness, "Remember, I am your grandmother by relationship."
"But that does not make you any less sexy, Granny." His hands were now on her breasts, squeezing her nipples.
"Your prick is prodding my the crack of my arse."
"And I can feel that your nipples are hardening in my hands."
"Oh please Rudra, we have a task to do."
"I think we are already on it right now ..."
Then all of a sudden the floor dropped by a few inches and both of them were suddenly underwater. For a few second everything was rather tense. Rudra was the first to recover and quickly pulled his naked grandmother back until both of them had their head above the water. In the process, his penis was jammed rather tightly against her buttocks but Savita did not seem to mind.
"Now take a deep breath so that you can hold it for a minute or so."
"You hold the box above your head and lead me with your other hand."
Under the water it was eerie as well as beautiful. The water was crystal clear and Rudra and Savita could see each other's naked body in the sparkling sunlight that was filtering in through the green water. But there was little time to enjoy the view as both of them were holding their breaths, so they quickly walked through and emerged in the shallow end ... water dripping off their bodies.
The cave was dark and deep and it took awhile for them to get used to the darkness but soon enough their eyes adjusted. They found themselves in front of giant rock that must have been thousands of years old and etched on it, very faintly, was the face of a Goddess smeared with vermillion. In front of the rock were boxes of sweets, flowers and other objects left by earlier devotees. Sitting next to the rock was another old woman, almost the twin of the one whom they had met at the shack, who pointed them to the base of the Devi rock.
Savita laid the sweets at the foot of the Devi, scattered the flowers around her, then lit the candle and the camphor and waved the light in front of the Devi as the old woman softly chanted the universal invocation of the Devi "Aum Kring Kring Kring Hum Hum Hring Hring Sashti Devike Kring Kring Kring Hum Hum Hring Hring Swaha" Both of them then lay face down on the ground and performed the eight-point obeisance.
After they got up, the lady called them to where she was and kneeling in front of them, she first licked Savita vagina! This was so unexpected, that Savita pushed back but she had grabbed her by her buttocks and pushed her face into her cunt and flicked her tongue inside her vaginal lips. Then she pointed to Rudra and gestured to him to come closer. Rudra was more prepared as she took her penis in her mouth and started fondling his balls until he had a hard erection. But before anything else could happen, she removed her mouth, raised her hands in benediction and pointed them towards another cave to the side.
More surprises waited for Rudra and Savita in the next cave. There were two other couples of which one was already locked in coitus and the other might have just finished theirs. The copulating couple were oblivious to their presence, the woman was on the ground with her legs up in the air while the man was on her chest, hands in her hair, lips on her lips, prick in her cunt and buttock jerking up and down in great frenzy. Both man and woman were moaning and groaning.
The other couple would have just finished their fuck and the man was lying exhausted on the ground but the woman was sitting up and keenly observing the furious fuckers. She smiled as Savita and Rudra walked in.
"Come Mashi, May the Blessings of the Devi be with you."
"Yes dear, may the blessing be with you as well .."
"I see you are little puzzled by all this." She grinned.
"I have never been a temple like this .. ever."
"No one has. This is one of a kind in the whole of the country. Now is that your husband? He looks so very young."
"No dear. And I do not know how to explain all this."
"Do not try to explain Mashi, the Devi has chosen your husband .. or rather the father of your child."
"But that is impossible my dear ... he is .."
"Shh ... don't say anything about anyone here. Keep quiet and follow the rules."
"What are the rules? I do not know"
"The Devi's blessings are valid for only three days but the first fuck must be here and now. That is what my mother taught me when she sent me here."
"Oh dear. We have to fuck right here .."
"Of course you must. How else will you have a child? All that immaculate conception of the christian padres is absolute rubbish. That is what they say to to misguide us on when they come to convert simple Santhals like us. But we know better. No fuck No child."
"This is all so sudden"
"Birth and conception is always sudden. Happens in flash. Come. I will help you and bhaiyya -- my little brother -- to have your inaugural fuck."
So on a bed of sack and leaves put together by an unknown Santhali girl in the nude, Savita and Rudra had their first fuck. For Savita it was nothing new. She had been fucked so many times not just by the Thakur, but others as well, but for Rudra this was the first time he experienced what his own mother had denied to him, a full fledged prick-in-cunt fuck. More importantly, each time he ejaculated, he had the pleasure of squirting his semen right into Savita's womb -- and if her calculations were right -- he must have bathed her egg like the way women bathe a Shiva Lingam with milk! Rudra's potent sperm, thick, creamy and voluminous was so very different from the Thakur's weak squirts that Savita was almost sure that he must have scored a bullseye.
It was all very relaxing and pleasant because the two other couples were very accommodating and helpful. Both were legally wedded husband-and-wife but in keeping with the practices of the Devi Sthaan, no one really asked why a middle aged woman was trying for a baby with an eighteen year old boy.
The two other couples were planning to spend the rest of the day in the grotto but Savita and Rudra had to get back home.
"Mashima, remember you have three more days," the Santhali girl reminded her as they were leaving," Today is Sashthi so you have Saptami, Ashtami and Nabami for the Devi's grace."
"Yes, dear we shall certainly try again."
"And the best time is the time of Sandhi Puja, when Ashtami ends and Nabami begins." The other girl chipped in.
"Sure we will remember that."
The path back through the pool was even more interesting. With the anxiety and tension of meeting the Devi having relieved in the grotto, Rudra and Savita had a rolicking time with each other underwater. Neither of them had ever had the chance to squeeze and be squeezed in their private parts while being submerged in the crystal clear waters of forest pool. Savita in fact had grabbed Rudra penis and was rubbing it on her cunt while Rudra clenched his grandmother's waist length hair and kissed her on her lips ... and all this while holding their breath underwater!
Dusk was falling as they came back to the Topchanchi but all the roads were ablaze with light as the bodhan ceremony of each and every pandel was welcoming Durga to the official start of the Durga Puja festivities.
"Let us stop by the Durga Puja Pandel .... After all Sashti Devi is but Durga herself in a different form." So the two of them visited the pandel next door and after meeting and greeting most of the people in the locality, the two of them went back home.
"Rudra, you and I must make more plans ... tomorrow, day after and then .." whispered Savita as they entered the house. "But no one must know anything about this."
"Sure Dida.", but of course Rudra must update his mother about this momentous development. So he bounded up the staircase and burst into the guest room ...
"Ma ..", Rudra stopped in his tracks ..
The Thakur was sitting, stark naked, on the bed with his back on the headrest. On his lap, or between his legs, was his mother, Ritu also without a stitch of clothing on her. The Thakur's hands were on Riturani's breasts and his fingers were playing with her nipples as both of them stared at the golden hues of the sun setting behind the Parasnath Hills.
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Part 1
This novel is written in the same spirit and is set in the picturesque locale of Topchanchi, a small town on a lake at the foot of the Parasnath Hills in Jharkhand, India.
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It had been a long day for Rudra and his mother Ritu but finally, at the cow-dust Godhuli hour of the gathering dusk, they reached Rudra's ancestral home at Topchanchi. The lights on the Topchanchi dam were already twinkling but the autorickshaw that they were travelling in turned away from that tourist destination and dropped them in front of a rather forbidding looking house on the edge of the lake. Across the water, the Parasnath hill rose up against the western sky that was still ablaze with the rays of the setting sun.
It was the middle of October and a late Durga Puja was around the corner. Today was Panchami and the roads were already crowded with people going to the local puja pandel that had been constructed next to the house. Even though the bodhan, the commencement, of the puja on Sashthi was still a day away, the pandel had already been inaugurated and people, particularly youngsters in bright new clothes, were thronging the area. Loudspeakers were playing current hindi film songs that were suitably appropriate for the joyous arrival of the Devi and her entourage.
But the house that they had come to was sombre and seemingly detached from the festive air outside. Rudra unloaded the two strolley bags from the auto while Ritu went up to the main gate and rattled the lock that was hanging on a chain. No one appeared so they pushed the gate apart just enough for them to squeeze through. They were in a big, walled in garden and a path led to the door of a house that was visible through the trees. Lights on the windows meant that there were people in it and so the two of them walked up to the main door and knocked again.
A big, beefy and decidedly thuggish looking man opened the door.
"What do you want?"
"We are coming from Bombay and we are here to meet Thakur-saab." Ritu answered as politely as possible, referring to her father-in-law in the traditionally respectful way of addressing a Rajput in Bihar, now Jharkhand.
"Why?" He was carrying a double barrel breech loading gone on his shoulder and his tone was that of a shooter or bodyguard.
"That is something that I will tell him myself." Ritu's voice hardened with the authority of government officer addressing a minion. "Just tell him that Riturani is here with his grandson Rudra."
The tone worked. The man's body language softened. He opened the door and pointed them to a rough bench that was visible in the room behind the door.
"Chotu." He shouted, "Come here." Another loutish character appeared from somewhere inside. "Please attend to these visitors. I will go and talk to Thakur-saab."
Chotu was obviously here not to welcome but to keep an eye on them while his boss Budhia went inside to inform the Thakur.
Rudra and Ritu found themselves in a rough and rude passage that was poorly lit by some newly installed LED lamps. But they did not have to wait too long because Budhia was back soon and waved them into a larger drawing room. This was well lit with chandeliers and had numerous antlers and deer-heads on the wall - all testimony to the hunting prowess of the current and possibly previous owners. There were big sofas spread around and a number of deep armchairs. Obviously, this is where the Thakur-saab entertained his guests. No sooner had mother and son settled themselves when the Thakur walked in.
He was another big, beefy man with a flowing mane of white hair that would have come down to his shoulders were it not for a band that kept it at the nape of his neck. He was broad at the shoulder and his well muscled arms were tattooed with symbols of violence. Age and alcohol had given him an ungainly paunch but had left untouched the natural meanness and cruelty that was evident in his narrow, closely spaced eyes and sneering lips. All put together, not a very pleasant man to come across in the festive season.
"Ah! Riturani," He chewed his words slowly. "So you have decided to come back to Topchanchi."
"Yes. Thakur-saab." Ritu was on her feet, as was Rudra, as they bent to touch his feet in the standard style of familial obeisance.
"But why after all these years?"
Yes. It had been years since Ritu was here and for Rudra it was of course the first time. Ritu's mind went back more than twenty years ago when she, a tribal Santhal girl in her teens had fallen in love with Thakur's son, Raghu and in a moment of playful mischief in the forests of Parasnath Hill had conceived Rudra. Much against his father's wishes Raghu had married Ritu and had brought her into this very house. Perhaps things would still have turned out reasonably well but for the Thakur's penchant for sexual excitement.
Raghu's mother was still eminently fuckable but the Thakur had a penchant for voyeurism and the thought of seeing his cute new Santhali daughter-in-law being fucked had caught his imagination. So in the course of a drunken orgy, that was all too common in the Thakur household, he had tried to force his son, Raghu to strip his pregnant wife and fuck her in public. The episode had ended calamitously with Raghu's mother hitting him on the head with a pot and Raghu and Ritu fleeing Topchanchi in the middle of the night and seeking refuge, first in Calcutta and then in distant Bombay.
Life had been tough for the young couple, especially after the birth of Rudra, but neither of them had ever bothered to seek any help from the family. What had compounded matters was that Raghu had suddenly died in an accident. But Ritu was a born fighter and had not only carved out a space for herself and her infant son in distant Bombay, but had also managed crack the civil services exam that had led her to a very significant government job.
But in all these years, Thakur-saab had shown no interest in their well being and Ritu had of course no interest in him or his affairs either. But of late, and out of the blue, she had pieced together certain facts from old letters that Raghu had exchanged with his mother that had piqued her interest and firmed her resolve to get to or recover what was her due. Raghu's mother had of course died a few years ago - heartbroken with the irreconcilable differences between the arrogant Thakur and his stubborn DIL, but that had not deterred Ritu. She was here with a purpose but obviously she had no intention of revealing her hand. Not yet.
"Blood is thicker than water, Thakur-saab. I really want Rudra to reconnect with his ancestors and his heritage."
"Good. Good. It's always nice to see my grandson, Rudra" But actually Thakur was more interested in his mother and he was ogling her openly. Which was not strange because most people still did ogle at the forty plus Santhali woman. But Ritu was less of a woman and more of a girl. Tall and dusky, with large limpid eyes, high cheeks, full lips and a finely chiselled jawline, she had that sultry look that would have all but the most stoic of men wetting themselves in their sleep..
"I thought that it would be nice if I could bring Rudra here for the Pujas. After all, this is where he belongs to even though he has been born and brought up in Bombay."
"Of course he is most welcome here ..." and then as an afterthought, or perhaps otherwise, "You too are more than welcome here. How I wish Raghu and his mother was here as well."
"We will not trouble you, Thakur-saab. We will quietly spend the Puja here and depart on Dashami ... along with the Goddess."
"No, no, no trouble at all." Thakur was all honey-and-sweetness. "Budhia, Chotu please arrange for our bahu-rani and my grandson to be accomodated in our very best guest room." Then turning to the mother-son duo, "Please take rest, you have had a long journey. We will have dinner together at around nine."
The guest room that had been alloted to them was huge - more of a suite than a room and divided into two parts in the shape of an L. The first part and closer to the door was a sitting area with a sofa set, a divan and low tables. The other leg of the L was occupied by a huge bed with an ornamental headboard placed against the wall. Scattered around the room were antique furniture - a ladies writing table, smaller chairs, cabinets, and a chest of drawers all arranged in a slightly haphazard fashion along the walls and giving the room a crowded, cluttered look. But what was most interesting in the room were the giant, ceiling high windows that looked out on the Topchanchi Lake and the Parasnath Hills behind it. The windows had big, heavy curtains that fell all the way from near the ceiling right down to the floor. When pulled apart, the view was fantastic otherwise both privacy and darkness were complete.
The sun had set but the Panchami moon - on the fifth day of the bright fortnight leading into Durga Puja - was still shining on the western sky. Ritu was lying not on the bed, but on the divan at one end of the room, staring through the windows at the starry western sky.
"This is so nostalgic, kiddo. This is the room where your father and I had spent the few happy days at Topchanchi .. looking at the hill, the sky, across the lake."
"Yes Ma. This is indeed so very tranquil and scenic." The raucous music from the Durga Puja pandel somehow seemed so very distant.
"It's also so very private ... just you and me and the gathering darkness."
Actually, the privacy was contrived. Soon after they had stepped into the bedroom, Ritu, as a thorough professional but more as an intuitive female had carried out a quick reconnaissance of the room and had spotted a tiny CCTV camera. It was hidden inside an alcove in the wall and pointing to the regal bed which would of course be the target for any amorous couple. Obviously the Thakur was used to spying on his guests. She could have casually thrown a shawl over the camera but that would have alerted the voyeur. Instead, she quickly figured out the range and angle of vision and moved the divan out of it so that her privacy was complete.
The privacy of the window facing divan was important because behind closed doors, Ritu and Rudra were far more than just mother and son! The genesis of their relationship lay in their years of loneliness and struggle when the two had had to face a hostile world where they had only themselves to cling to for company. The question of whether it was right or wrong, moral or immoral was no more of any consequence to them ever since they had reconciled themselves to an exciting relationship. It had begun with quiet and intimate hugs and snuggles, of soft tits, tight butts and hard pricks in clenched fists that had then graduated through short, scanty and finally no clothes. Things had finally come to a head when mother and son decided to celebrate Rudra's eighteenth birthday at a beach resort in Goa. That was when the two had completely given themselves to each other, spending the entire day in their beach front cottage without a stitch of clothing and exploring each and every way to achieve and experience ecstasy. Well, not really every way. Ritu was reluctant to have her son's penis in her vagina - even with a condom or on her safe days - and had drawn a lakshman rekha around it. Which was fine for them since they had, even otherwise, so much to keep each other excited and entertained with.
Which is exactly what they were doing the darkened bedroom at Topchanchi!
There was a single chandelier glowing brightly over the disappointingly empty royal bed but it still cast a pattern of light and shadow on the divan that Ritu was lying on, on her belly, propped up on her elbows and watching the darkening sky.
"Thinking of Raghu and the way he used to fuck me is making me so very horny kiddo .."
"Let me help you Ma."
Since they had been on the road for so long, Ritu was wearing a two piece salwar kameez and Rudra had little difficulty in loosening her pajama-salwar cord and pulling it down. Next to go was the kameez and then there was Ritu in just her bra and pantie lying face down on the divan. Rudra sat down next to her and loosened her hair that had been tied up in a bun. Then he carefully unhooked her bra, pulled down her panties and gently ran his hands up and down her spine. Next he slid his hands under his mother's breasts and gave them a light squeeze and felt the hardening of her nipples. Ritu whimpered, then all of a sudden she grabbed the long, body pillow - a small passbalish - and shoved it between her legs and started rubbing her cunt against it. A low moan gurgled out of her throat. Rudra knew what his mother wanted. He quietly pulled her up by her waist, folded her legs in a kneeling position so that her vaginal lips were clearly visible from behind and then lightly ran his finger through the crack of her cunt. Ritu gave a squeal of pleasure and jerked her buttocks. With one hand, Rudra grabbed his mother's hair, pulled her head up until her back was bent like a bow. The fingers of his other hand were now pushing and probing into his mother's cunt and rubbing the nub of the clitoris that she had so carefully shown to him! Ritu was in pure ecstasy as memories of being fucked by his beloved Raghu flooded through her. Rudra's fingers were moist as well, as his mother's juices flowed out of her.
Then Ritu turned her head, gave a naughty smile and ran her tongue across her lips. That was a signal for Rudra to stop fingering her cunt. Instead he quickly dropped his pants, pulled off his shirt and came around to the head of the divan where his mother was waiting to suck his erect penis. Ritu lovingly fondled her son's balls, stroked his rock hard erection, gently pulled back his foreskin and flicked her tongue along the exposed crack of his glans. A shudder of excitement rippled up Rudra's spine as he again bundled his mother's hair in his fists, grabbed her head and pushed it against the hardness of his penis. Ritu opened her mouth and swallowed her son's erection all the way in until it pressed against the back of her throat. Deep throat. For the next couple of minutes, Rudra hammered his erect phallus in and out of his mother's mouth until with a muffled cry he suddenly started spewing his cum into her face. Ritu sighed in pleasure and turned flat on her back as her son dropped and draped his body across hers and buried his face in the thick tangle of his mother's pubic patch. Ritu's breasts were now crushed under Rudra's belly and his hands pushed her thighs apart. For the next few minutes Ritu licked his son's cum covered penis while Rudra tongue darted in and out of his mother's vaginal crack until she too squirmed in pleasure, bucked her hips and shuddered in ecstasy.
For a few moments, mother and son relaxed with their faces in each other's crotch. Finally Rudra slid off his mother's body and helped her sit up.
"It was almost as if you father was fucking me here today, kid."
"I am sure he was here in spirit."
"But now we need to get ready to meet your grandfather .."
"I wonder what he would have said if he knew why we are here."
"But the bigger question is where do we start .. I was never as clueless as this before an assignment."
"We will play it by ear Ma."
The house in Topchanchi was built as a hollow quadrangle. In the front was the large drawing room where Rudra and Ritu had met Thakur-saab for the first time. Above the drawing room, on the first floor were the two large guest rooms. Mother and son were accommodated in one of these rooms it was here that they had had their first Topchanchi orgasm. Leading out of the drawing room were two wings, one of which had the kitchen and dining room whilst the other was the private drawing room where Thakur would be closeted with his intimate acquaintances -- it was doubtful if he had any friends. At the back of the house and connecting the two wings was what once was the zenana mahal, the women's area kept out of male gaze by the purdah, but nowadays it had only two bedrooms, one large and one small with the small one being accessible only from the large bedroom. In the centre of the house was a large courtyard with a pillared corridor that ran around it. Most of the rooms opened into the corridor but they were also connected to each other through internal doors as well. There were two staircases one for guests to reach the guest rooms on the first floor and the other one for anyone else to reach the roof.
It was dinner time and Thakur-saab was sitting at the head of the table. Dinner was not yet served, the plates were still empty but the Thakur was already on his fourth whisky of the evening. Ritu and Rudra had just joined the table and were sipping on some wine and whisky respectively. Budhia, the senior thug was sitting just outside room with his gun by his side while Chotu, the junior thug was helping with the dishes and he too was carrying a gun stuck to his belt.
"Thakur-saab, why so many guns in the house? Is it not safe out here?"
"Riturani, when you are a man as big as I am, it is important for people to know and respect you."
"And a gun commands respect?"
"Of course. This is not your Bombay where singers and dancers are feted. Here it is fear that matters and fear is best maintained with a gun."
"I suppose so .."
"Everyone knows that Thakur-saab has two shooters who can and will shoot anything that tries to disturb his peace."
"And the police? They have nothing to say about this?"
"Paid off ... with money and women."
"Women?"
"Of course, the local OC and the DSP are both regulars at my house parties ... where we serve the best scotch and the cleanest girls."
"Cleanest girls?"
"No unpleasant surprises here. I make sure that everyone is checked out once a month and anyone who tests positive, however faint is kicked out, until he or she is proved clean again."
"You must be having very colourful parties here ..."
"Well we haven't had one for a long time .. but we will be having one soon?"
The kitchen door opened and a middle aged woman walked in with a big bowl of savouries.
"Ah here is Savita .. your mother-in-law."
Fora moment Ritu was perplexed because Raghu's mother had died a couple of years ago. Has the Thakur married again? She wondered but in any case she walked around and tried to touch her feet. Savita was just about her own age or perhaps just a little younger and unlike the dusky Ritu she was fair and sharp though a little plump around her hips. She grabbed Ritu by her shoulders and instead of allowing her to touch her feet just hugged her. However she allowed Rudra to touch her feet but then hugged him as well .. perhaps a wee bit longer and harder.
"After Raghu's mother died, I needed another woman and initially I would get randis from Dhanbad ... clean ones you know." The ethyl in the Thakur's blood had started to speak but neither Ritu nor Rudra batted an eyelid. "But then I came across Savita and thought that let me invest in someone permanent ... so that I can have another son."
"You want another son? Now?"
"Why not? Raghu is dead and you and Rudra are making merry in Bombay. Who will inherit and look after my empire in Topchanchi?"
"True." Ritu murmured under her breath.
"But the trouble is that this cow of mine is not breeding." Ritu winced as these brutal words made Savitas face go ashen.
"It takes time, Thakur-saab"
"I have been fucking her for over two years but each month she bleeds like a leaking tap. Disgusting." The alcohol was really taking over the Thakur's tongue.
Dinner had been served and everyone was nibbling at the roti, daal and egg curry.
"Perhaps if the Thakur-saab was a bit more ..." Savita tried to say something, but the Thakur cut him off abruptly.
"Shut up you slut. You are as barren as a broken barrel." Ritu was feeling sorry for Savita but knew that it would be futile to protest. Not with two shooters around. But the boil in her blood served to harden her resolve for what she had come to Topchanchi for. However this was no time to pick up a fight.
"Perhaps Lord Parasnath will grant her child soon."
"Perhaps I should get all the twenty three Tirthankaras to fuck you one after the other." The Thakur made an obscene reference to the revered Jain saints who had achieved enlightenment at Parasnath Hill that was actually named after Lord Parashwanatha, the 23rd.
"I was hoping to go the Devi Sthaan -- the temple of the forest goddess -- tomorrow on Sashti. They say .."
"I know, I know that Sasthi Devi gives you children but if your womb is still empty at Kalipuja then I will kick you out of the house and get another fertile slut for me."
The Thakur was obviously obnoxious but for Ritu this was chink in armour. She gave an edgewise look at Rudra and when their eyes met, she gave a nod.
"Sasthi Devi? Was I not born on a Sashti day Ma?"
"Yes, dear. That is why Sashti's blessings are with you." Ritu tried to change the topic to prevent any further insults to his mother-in-law.
"Then I could accompany Mashi, oh well, Dida ... to the Sasthi Devi temple." Rudra had initially referred to Savita as aunt because of her age, but then corrected himself as per the correct family hierarchy.
"You can take your Dida -- grandmother -- wherever you want, but Riturani! you are not going anywhere." He took another swig from his glass and motioned to Chotu to fill it up again. "You and I have have unfinished business."
"So do I," murmured Ritu softly, and then added, audibly, "I am always at your service, Thakur-saab."
Next morning Rudra and Savita set off for the Sasthi Devi temple that was on the other side of the Parasnath Hill. Most people who visit Parasnath do so for the Jain temples that line the road to the peak but unknown to most there is another temple that is far, far older. In fact, this was not a temple but a cave, a grotto whose history went far back into the legends and myths of the Santhali community. Sometime, perhaps during the middle ages, the goddesses had been adopted into the orthodox Hindu tradition as Sasthi Devi and worshipped as the goddess of fertility and childbirth.
"Dida, do you know the way to the Devi Sthaan?" Rudra was driving a small Honda WRV that the Thakur had allowed them to use for the day.
"Only vaguely. I know it is on the other side of the hill."
"Then how will we find the place?"
"It is said that the Devi reveals herself only to those whom she takes a fancy to ... wants to bless."
"But will she bless us?"
"I hadn't heard of her till a week ago and then one Santhali woman suddenly came to our house -- she was selling some trinkets -- and told me that I must go and meet her during Durga Puja."
"Was that a signal?"
"I desperately hope it is. You heard your Thakur-saab last night."
"He was rather obnoxious."
"And the trouble is with him ... not me."
"You mean .."
"He simply cannot do it ... how will we put a child in me?"
"Is he impotent?"
"All that he can get is an erection ... but rarely can be ejaculate. He can only rub me raw. But all dry. No phichik ..."
"I hope the Devi can cure that."
"I think we have reached the place ... Look that big banyan tree with the roots covering the ground."
Rudra stopped the car and looked around. There was no signboard, no marker, no nothing to indicate that there was any kind of temple in the vicinity. They were in a forest of saal trees though there were a few palash and mahua trees as well. Rudra parked the Honda behind a grove of bamboos and the two of them stepped out.
"Do you want to the Devi Sthaan?" a little girl had appeared, seemingly from nowhere.
"Yes Dear. Can you tell us the way?"
"Come with me .." and she started half-walking, half running through the trees. Rudra and Savita followed her. After a few twists and turns, they came upon a narrow path where the grass had been worn out by previous visitors.
"Just follow this and you will reach the Devi." She pointed upwards through the forest.
"How far?"
"Not much, half an hour ....." and she laid out her palm, evidently asking for her guide fees.
"Thank you dear. Here. Go and have some sweets ..." Savita gave her a 100 rupee note.
"Oooh how lovely," she squealed in delight at the unexpectedly large sum. Then she raised her arms as if in benediction, "The Devi will grant your wishes today," and disappeared as suddenly as she had appeared.
"Without her we would never have found this path."
"That's why it is said that the Devi reveals herself only to those whom she takes a fancy to."
It may have been half an hour for the little girl but Rudra and Savita took almost an hour to climb along the path until they reached the Devi's grotto -- a cave in the hillside with a deep pool of water in front.
"That would be it. That is exactly how the woman had described it to me."
"But how do we reach it? There is no path to the cave that I can see."
"Let us check at that small shack there. They may know"
An old woman was selling flowers, sweets, candles, camphor and other articles necessary for the puja. "So the Devi has called you here?" she said with a smile.
"Yes. But how do we go to her cave?"
"Oh! You walk through the water .."
""How deep is it?"
"It will be over your head!"
"Then how will we go?"
"Just hold your breath and walk through ... it is quite simple."
"Our clothes? They will get wet."
"You leave all that with me here. See ..." she pointed behind the shack, "Others have left them as well."
"But ... but .." Savita was kind of flabbergasted at their predicament.
"Don't feel shy. Everyone knows why you are here ... to have a baby in your belly. You are with one whom you love and trust. Do not be shy. The Devi knows."
"The puja?"
"I will give you the all the stuff. Just hold it over your head, outside the water when you walk across."
Savita looked at Rudra and smiled. "You want to stay back here, Rudra?"
"Then how will you have your baby, Mother?" The lady in the shack laughed! "Without the Purush to complement your Prakriti even the Divine Mother is helpless."
"Don't worry. I will go with you."
"And remember, do not ever share any of this information with those who do not worship our Devi. She does not like sceptics."
Without any further ado, Savita and Rudra removed their clothes, folded them and left them with the shop lady. Both of them were stark naked and even though it seemed so very natural, Savita noticed that Rudra was phallus was already half erect.
"What if we come back and find that they are all gone? How will we get back to Topchanchi?"
"We will worry about that when it happens, Rudra. Right now, please hold me by my shoulders to that I can keep the puja stuff high and dry."
The pool was about 50 meters long, the size of an Olympic swimming pool, but most of it was about shoulder deep for Rudra and chin deep for Savita. Once they were in waist deep water, Rudra held Savita by her shoulder and pulled her closely to her body. Savita was still in the prime of life and the sheer nakedness was intoxicating for both of them. Without realising it, Rudra was breathing heavily on her neck and suddenly he felt his erection pushing into his grandmother's buttocks.
"Rudra," she said in mock seriousness, "Remember, I am your grandmother by relationship."
"But that does not make you any less sexy, Granny." His hands were now on her breasts, squeezing her nipples.
"Your prick is prodding my the crack of my arse."
"And I can feel that your nipples are hardening in my hands."
"Oh please Rudra, we have a task to do."
"I think we are already on it right now ..."
Then all of a sudden the floor dropped by a few inches and both of them were suddenly underwater. For a few second everything was rather tense. Rudra was the first to recover and quickly pulled his naked grandmother back until both of them had their head above the water. In the process, his penis was jammed rather tightly against her buttocks but Savita did not seem to mind.
"Now take a deep breath so that you can hold it for a minute or so."
"You hold the box above your head and lead me with your other hand."
Under the water it was eerie as well as beautiful. The water was crystal clear and Rudra and Savita could see each other's naked body in the sparkling sunlight that was filtering in through the green water. But there was little time to enjoy the view as both of them were holding their breaths, so they quickly walked through and emerged in the shallow end ... water dripping off their bodies.
The cave was dark and deep and it took awhile for them to get used to the darkness but soon enough their eyes adjusted. They found themselves in front of giant rock that must have been thousands of years old and etched on it, very faintly, was the face of a Goddess smeared with vermillion. In front of the rock were boxes of sweets, flowers and other objects left by earlier devotees. Sitting next to the rock was another old woman, almost the twin of the one whom they had met at the shack, who pointed them to the base of the Devi rock.
Savita laid the sweets at the foot of the Devi, scattered the flowers around her, then lit the candle and the camphor and waved the light in front of the Devi as the old woman softly chanted the universal invocation of the Devi "Aum Kring Kring Kring Hum Hum Hring Hring Sashti Devike Kring Kring Kring Hum Hum Hring Hring Swaha" Both of them then lay face down on the ground and performed the eight-point obeisance.
After they got up, the lady called them to where she was and kneeling in front of them, she first licked Savita vagina! This was so unexpected, that Savita pushed back but she had grabbed her by her buttocks and pushed her face into her cunt and flicked her tongue inside her vaginal lips. Then she pointed to Rudra and gestured to him to come closer. Rudra was more prepared as she took her penis in her mouth and started fondling his balls until he had a hard erection. But before anything else could happen, she removed her mouth, raised her hands in benediction and pointed them towards another cave to the side.
More surprises waited for Rudra and Savita in the next cave. There were two other couples of which one was already locked in coitus and the other might have just finished theirs. The copulating couple were oblivious to their presence, the woman was on the ground with her legs up in the air while the man was on her chest, hands in her hair, lips on her lips, prick in her cunt and buttock jerking up and down in great frenzy. Both man and woman were moaning and groaning.
The other couple would have just finished their fuck and the man was lying exhausted on the ground but the woman was sitting up and keenly observing the furious fuckers. She smiled as Savita and Rudra walked in.
"Come Mashi, May the Blessings of the Devi be with you."
"Yes dear, may the blessing be with you as well .."
"I see you are little puzzled by all this." She grinned.
"I have never been a temple like this .. ever."
"No one has. This is one of a kind in the whole of the country. Now is that your husband? He looks so very young."
"No dear. And I do not know how to explain all this."
"Do not try to explain Mashi, the Devi has chosen your husband .. or rather the father of your child."
"But that is impossible my dear ... he is .."
"Shh ... don't say anything about anyone here. Keep quiet and follow the rules."
"What are the rules? I do not know"
"The Devi's blessings are valid for only three days but the first fuck must be here and now. That is what my mother taught me when she sent me here."
"Oh dear. We have to fuck right here .."
"Of course you must. How else will you have a child? All that immaculate conception of the christian padres is absolute rubbish. That is what they say to to misguide us on when they come to convert simple Santhals like us. But we know better. No fuck No child."
"This is all so sudden"
"Birth and conception is always sudden. Happens in flash. Come. I will help you and bhaiyya -- my little brother -- to have your inaugural fuck."
So on a bed of sack and leaves put together by an unknown Santhali girl in the nude, Savita and Rudra had their first fuck. For Savita it was nothing new. She had been fucked so many times not just by the Thakur, but others as well, but for Rudra this was the first time he experienced what his own mother had denied to him, a full fledged prick-in-cunt fuck. More importantly, each time he ejaculated, he had the pleasure of squirting his semen right into Savita's womb -- and if her calculations were right -- he must have bathed her egg like the way women bathe a Shiva Lingam with milk! Rudra's potent sperm, thick, creamy and voluminous was so very different from the Thakur's weak squirts that Savita was almost sure that he must have scored a bullseye.
It was all very relaxing and pleasant because the two other couples were very accommodating and helpful. Both were legally wedded husband-and-wife but in keeping with the practices of the Devi Sthaan, no one really asked why a middle aged woman was trying for a baby with an eighteen year old boy.
The two other couples were planning to spend the rest of the day in the grotto but Savita and Rudra had to get back home.
"Mashima, remember you have three more days," the Santhali girl reminded her as they were leaving," Today is Sashthi so you have Saptami, Ashtami and Nabami for the Devi's grace."
"Yes, dear we shall certainly try again."
"And the best time is the time of Sandhi Puja, when Ashtami ends and Nabami begins." The other girl chipped in.
"Sure we will remember that."
The path back through the pool was even more interesting. With the anxiety and tension of meeting the Devi having relieved in the grotto, Rudra and Savita had a rolicking time with each other underwater. Neither of them had ever had the chance to squeeze and be squeezed in their private parts while being submerged in the crystal clear waters of forest pool. Savita in fact had grabbed Rudra penis and was rubbing it on her cunt while Rudra clenched his grandmother's waist length hair and kissed her on her lips ... and all this while holding their breath underwater!
Dusk was falling as they came back to the Topchanchi but all the roads were ablaze with light as the bodhan ceremony of each and every pandel was welcoming Durga to the official start of the Durga Puja festivities.
"Let us stop by the Durga Puja Pandel .... After all Sashti Devi is but Durga herself in a different form." So the two of them visited the pandel next door and after meeting and greeting most of the people in the locality, the two of them went back home.
"Rudra, you and I must make more plans ... tomorrow, day after and then .." whispered Savita as they entered the house. "But no one must know anything about this."
"Sure Dida.", but of course Rudra must update his mother about this momentous development. So he bounded up the staircase and burst into the guest room ...
"Ma ..", Rudra stopped in his tracks ..
The Thakur was sitting, stark naked, on the bed with his back on the headrest. On his lap, or between his legs, was his mother, Ritu also without a stitch of clothing on her. The Thakur's hands were on Riturani's breasts and his fingers were playing with her nipples as both of them stared at the golden hues of the sun setting behind the Parasnath Hills.
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The Trip
Part 2
"I am sorry ..."
"Oh come in, come in Rudra babu ..." The Thakur seemed to be in a generous mood.
"No Rudra." There was a sharp, firmness in her voice that crackled through the room. "Please wait outside until Thakur-saab has left."
"Sure. Sorry, Ma." Rudra stepped out of the room, closed the door and waited. He heard some low voices in the room. Then after a while, the Thakur walked. He was in his pajamas, and his body was bare except for a thin gold chain round his neck from which hung a pair of what looked like big keys..
"Go in. Riturani is in her motherly state again." He smirked.
Not quite. Ritu had just about put on her blouse and petticoat but that was of course fine between mother and son. It was just that Ritu wasn't quite keen to let Thakur into the secret of their candid relationship.
"Sorry, Ma for coming in like this ..."
"Good you did. Otherwise that asshole would not have left."
"So he managed to fuck you?"
"To get some, you have to give some. Sex is the one bait that that perv takes easily and we need to bait him."
"I have a lot to tell you .."
"But first I need your help. Please go to the market and get me some Betadine ointment."
"He hurt you? The bastard .."
"Sodomized me. Rammed me up my arse."
"Oh god! That would have hurt."
"I will give it back to him .. but first get that Betadine."
.....
Ritu was naked again but this time she was on her knees on the divan, body bent over and resting on her elbows with her head on a pillow. Her legs were spread apart, buttocks up in the air with her anal sphincter clearly visible. A little below and partially hidden from view was her vaginal crack and the swell of her pubic mound covered in a fuzz of hair.
Rudra was standing behind her with one hand on her buttock and with the forefinger of the other hand he gently touched her anus.
"Oooh ..." Ritu groaned softly. Her body quivered as she shrank from his touch.
"Does it hurt, Ma?"
"It does, kid. Is it bleeding? Do you see any blood."
"No, no. There is no blood but the skin looks rather raw and red .. kind of bruised."
"I know. Your grandfather has a very thick prick and he shoved it in very quickly without giving my asshole any time to adjust."
"Should I put the ointment in?"
"Yes please do, but very gently please ..."
Rudra took a some of the Betadine on his finger tip and applied it on the rim of his mother's anus. Ritu clenched her fingers in anticipation and Rudra saw that even her anus was clenching.
"Now for the hard part, kid. You have to put the ointment inside me."
"Ma! That will hurt."
"I know it will ... but then it will be soothing. You need to do it."
Rudra took a gob of the red ointment in his finger tip and with one hand spreading her hole, slowly but firmly pushed his finger into his mother's anus.
Ritu's sphincter clenched in protest but to no avail. Rudra's finger pushed in.
"Oh Oh Ooooooh ..." Ritu's body jerked in pain and she banged her head on the pillow as she felt her son's finger pushing into her anus.
"Should I stop?"
"No, No .. go ahead and rotate your finger so that all sides get the ointment."
For the next couple of minutes, Rudra repeatedly kept pushing in his finger in and out of his mother's anus and also rotating it till all of a sudden Ritu's moan changed and a shiver went up her body.
"Anything wrong? Ma?" Rudra sensed the change.
"I think you should stop now."
"This ointment is oozing out of your back."
"Plug it with this hanky of mine."
"Feeling any better?"
"Yes. Definitely better. The pain, the burn has eased and ......." she was silent.
"And what?"
"Your finger .."
"What about your finger."
"After the initial pressure and the pain, your finger was nice, very nice."
"I thought as much. The pain had become a pleasure."
"Now I know why folks have anal sex."
"Perhaps we will give it a try. It would not violate your Lakshman Rekha."
"We will think about it, but first, we need to discuss our plans here."
"Like this?"
"With all that Betadine up my ass, I cannot put on my clothes. You come in front and tell me what all you did today."
Rudra pulled up a chair and sat next to Ritu's head and quietly told the story of what had happened at the Devi Sthaan, the temple. Ritu heard him out quietly and patiently except for a few gasps of surprise!
"Hmm ... So you are Savita's de facto husband now! She is your first real sex partner."
"Well I didn't have choice!" Rudra grinned.
"And even if you had, you wouldn't have let go of the chance to stick your tool into her hole, the real hole."
"Oh Ma. Don't tell me you are feeling jealous because I have fucked another woman."
"On the contrary this is an excellent development. This gives you a good reason, a good decoy reason, to go into the bedroom."
"Yes. She needs to get fucked again in the next three days."
"But obviously you cannot do that with the Thakur around."
"Or his pair of goons either."
"There is something fishy about that couple .."
"Couple? They are a couple? Gay guards?"
"Remember, the Band of Thebes ... where only gay couple were allowed to enlist as soldiers."
"I don't know. But tell me what happened here? How did you get ass-fucked like this?"
"Well it was a straight case of eve-teasing, harassment and rape ... he came into the room and started making lewd jokes. Then he went all touchy-feely and finally he forced himself upon me."
"You could have stopped him!"
"Of course I could have with one karate chop on his neck ... but then we would miss our real goal."
"I don't know if our real goal is worth all this brutality."
"Your father's heritage Rudra. We don't give it up so easily."
"I know, but I hate to see you getting hurt like this."
"Anal sex is not all that uncommon .. plus you know, once you get used to it ." Ritu smiled.
"Ok, Ok fine, so you enjoyed being raped?"
"I was using my body as a bait ... it's the only one that I have at the moment"
"One day this will be a #MeToo post in Facebook.But right now what is our next step?"
"Sun Tzu and the Art of War tells us to know the enemy .."
"What did you learn?"
"Two things. First, there is a problem with his balls ... he gets an erection but he just cannot ejaculate and that was my nightmare."
"You mean he kept on fucking you ..."
"Oh it seemed like hours .. first in my cunt and then, as you know, at the back."
"That would have made you come ..."
"Of course. I think I had three or more orgasms ..."
"So you had a good time. You enjoyed yourself."
"I did. But that's not why we have come here. If I had wanted a fuck, there are enough studs in Bombay who I could call over."
"But you don't. I know."
"You know kid, why I don't. For me it's always your father and now you .. his doppleganger."
"Fine. So you were raped and you enjoyed it. But what else ... you said you learnt two things."
"You would have noticed it also. The chain round his neck."
"Yes, it had two keys"
"Yessss ... that is what we need."
"Are you sure?"
"Why would he keep a key around his neck unless it was very important?"
"How do we get it from him?"
"That is the big question ..."
"Can we make duplicates?"
"Those are Chinese Mingbang keys. They would not be easy to duplicate here in Topchanchi."
"Yes .. they all kind of look alike. Difficult to make out one from the other."
"Bingo ... you have given me an idea."
"What is it?"
"It's still kind of fuzzy .. it is circling in my head." Ritu closed her eyes and pressed her head between her hands." They were silent for a few minutes.
"And then there is the other question of what is the door that those keys open and where is that?"
"Too many questions. My head is spinning."
"Let us go the Durga Puja pandel ... we might get some ideas from the Devi."
"But please seal my butt-hole with a wad of cotton. I cannot be oozing Betadine from my ass in public"
Ritu, Rudra and Savita were sitting outside the pandel where the bodhan ceremony had formally initiated the Durga Puja for the current year. The priest was chanting the sacred verses, kids were running around playing with balloons and shooting cap-pistols -- small model guns that fired tiny globules of firecrackers in an imitation of real gun.
"So you had an very unique experience today, Savita." Ritu smiled coyly.
"Shhh ... we are not supposed to talk about it. But yes. No doubt it was mind-blowing"
"Let us hope that her blessing works and Thakur-saab gets what he wants."
"So do I .. but I can tell you that it will not be his son."
"Why? With the Devi's blessings ..."
"It may be so, but I have more faith in your kid's blessings ..." she gave a meaningful smile.
"You have no faith in your husband?"
"What faith? I know it is he who is dry as a bone even though he insists in insulting me in public for being barren."
"I know."
"You know? Did he fuck you today?"
"He did .. in fact he raped me at the back as well?"
"Tell me why have you come back here?"
"Oh well, I wanted to show Rudra his home ... and even my home is there in the hills though I have no one there any more." Of course she did not reveal their real reason. "By why are you here Savita? Why do you want to keep getting insulted like this?"
"I have few other options. I am an orphan who was sold in the brothels of Dhanbad when I was a kid. Thakur saw me there, fucked me, liked me and plucked me out the gutters. At least here I am not being fucked by a new stranger every night."
"That is true." She might have ended in a similar plight had not destiny taken her elsewhere.
"And if somehow I can get a child then I will have a better life."
"Perhaps something could have happened today."
"I really hope so ... but Ritu, I need your help."
"Just say it sister."
"I really need Rudra to fuck me again .. You know, sometimes it never happens in the first shot. I cannot take a risk"
"Hmm .. say what Rudra babu?" Ritu smiled at her son. "You want to give it another go again?"
"A tiger who has tasted blood cannot wait for more of the same"
"Your son was a real tiger today."
"Your husband is no less of a tiger ... he ripped me apart today. In fact I had to send Rudra for some Betadine to soothe my butt-hole. Otherwise I would not be able to sit on this wooden chair today."
"But did he squirt his cum? I am sure he did not. That is the problem." Which is something that Ritu knew from first hand experience.
"Ok, we have a deal. Rudra will fuck you again."
"Where? Should I come to your guest room?"
"No. That is too exposed. He will go to your bedroom at the back of the house when the Thakur is not there."
"Ok ..."
"And to make it seem even more innocent, I will go along with him as if we are going for a chat session. Nobody will suspect that my son is fucking you in front of his own mother."
"Yes. That will be a good cover." Savita seemed happy with the plan but she did not know that there was another plan within a plan.
The next day was Saptami -- the seventh day of the bright fortnight -- and Ritu, Rudra and Savita along with many other people of the locality had accompanied the priest as they had gone to bathe the Nabapatrika -- a symbolic image of the Goddess made with different plants and creepers -- in the Topchanchi lake.It was an early morning expedition that had left everyone pleasantly tired. The Thakur had of course not bothered to participate in these festivities and had instead gone to Dhanbad along with his two shooters to negotiate some coalfield contracts. He said he should be back for lunch but would be late. Savita suspected that he was planning to get drunk somewhere and wouldn't be back for quite some time.
"Can I have quick fuck with your son?" Savita was as excited as a virgin bride on her honeymoon.
"Sure .. the house is empty today."
The Thakur's bedroom was huge, dark and cavernous. The big, high windows would have let in a lot of light but these were covered by heavy curtains that had been partially pulled back so that the room was in light and shadow. There was a low, large bed with posts to hang the mosquito net from, and in front of it was a set of low couches and a sofa for folks to lounge in. Around the room were a couple of Godrej steel almirahs and a couple of wooden cupboards. Along the wall, were oil paintings of the Thakur's ancestors and but the biggest one was of the Thakur himself in his middle age and in regal attire.
Ritu, Savita and her current paramour Rudra were sitting around a low table with a bottle and three glasses of Grover-Zampa Chêne. Someone had gifted this to the Thakur but it had been left unopened since the he was more of a quick-hitting rum and whisky person. Ritu however had spotted it as soon as Savita had opened the bar in the living room with her big bunch of keys.
"You have a big bunch of keys here."
"Yes, for all these almirahs around here and around the house."
"Right." That eliminated all these almirahs from being her target!
"But Rudra, you naughty boy why are you still in your pants ..."
"Ah Mashi is getting excited." He had dropped the technically correct Dida -- or granny -- for the more age compatible Mashi or aunt.
"I am super excited kid, to be fucked by you again. I can barely keep still." And in one quick movement he opened Rudra's pants and pulled them off leaving him in his briefs and shirt.
"I think I should focus on this excellent wine."
"I will focus on your excellent son .. or rather his excellent penis." The brief and shirt were soon off and Rudra was revealed in his naked glory. And it was glorious indeed. Tall, big and handsome and with body that had very little hair except for a glorious mat on his chest and his pubis, Rudra was like a celestial gandharva and Savita went wild on him. Forgetting the wine on the desk, she slipped down on her knees and started to suck on his not-so-monstrous but thick and stiff phallus.
"I shouldn't be watching my naked son fucking his aunt -- I may get naughty, dirty ideas." Ritu was looking for an excuse to move around and was trying to make a virtue of the same.
"But for me this is heaven .. the doorway to heaven, the keys of the kingdom."
Savita had by now shed her saree, her petticoat while Rudra had pulled off her blouse. Stripped down to her bra and panties, she pushed Rudra to the bed and climbed on top of his naked body and locked her lips on his.
"Hey, I think I need to pull this off as well." Ritu followed her to the bed and pulled her panties down her leg. Then she unhooked Savita's bra and threw it on the bed. Now it was two naked bodies, twisting and turning on the big bed leaving Ritu to sip the wine and look around.
Savita was already in heaven or on her way there. She was madly rubbing her face on Rudra's hairy chest while his big prick was sticking out from between her thighs. Savita gave a squeal of pleasure as she felt the head of his penis pushing against her cunt-lips. Rudra was by now, kind of, half sitting up, against the heap of pillows arranged along the headboard while Savita had grabbed his penis and was rubbing it against the lips of her vagina. Rudra was in no less of a heaven as he caught hold of Savita's flowing hair in his clenched fist and clamped his lips on hers. Savita puckered her lips, locked it on his, then used her tongue to force his lips apart and push into his hot mouth.
The two lovers were sliding and slithering on each other but somehow Rudra was not able to put his tool into her hole.
"I think Rudra babu has a lot to learn." Savita smiled.
"He is quite a novice you know." Ritu was trying to defend her son's poor performance in bed.
"But he was quite adept at the Devi Sthaan."
"The Devi was there to guide him."
"But today, his mother must play the role of the Devi and help me."
"Oh sure. But I think it would be easier if you were below."
"He could mount me ..."
"That would also keep his seed from dripping out of you ... after all we cannot lose that precious load"
Savita and Rudra traded places. Savita was now on her back, legs bent at the knee, thighs spread apart and her cunt wide open as Rudra leaned over her, his hands on her shoulders, penis erect and hips pushing into Savita's crotch. Savita's cunt was already wet but still Ritu took a glob of spit from her mouth, lathered it on the head of her son's prick and gripping it in her hands, placed it on Savita's cunt. Rudra was still jerking his hips, perhaps a little hesitantly, but all of sudden, Ritu grabbed his buttocks in and with one powerful jerk pushed her son's penis right into his aunt's waiting vagina.
Savita gave a howl of pleasure as Rudra ripped into her and now that he was in, he started pumping as he felt Savita's cunt clenching and grabbing at his embedded phallus. Savita had learnt the tricks of the trade in the brothels of the coal belt and she was no amateur in how to milk a man. Rudra and Savita were like a couple possessed. Ritu watched in amazement as her son, who so far had never ever fucked a woman, had suddenly seemed to have turned professional as he hammered the screaming Savita with increasing frenzy.
A sudden wetness flooding through her cunt brought Ritu back to her senses. Much as she loved to watch the naked couple fornicating on the bed there was work to be done. Ritu made a quick reconnoitre of the bedroom and decided that there was little of interest there. Mostly almirahs and closets full of clothes and petty household cash. But the smaller, inner bedroom that she reached through an interconnected door was a different matter altogether.
This was possibly the Thakur's BDSM room with a table and bench in the middle. Scattered around were chains, locks and other restraints.On the walls were bars and hooks but the most spectacular item was the life size oil painting of the Thakur and another woman, that Ritu suspected must be Raghu's mother, having sex and that too in the same room itself! It was an extremely realistic picture, obviously painted with a lot of care from a photograph, but there was something more in it than what meets the eye Suddenly, Ritu's instincts as a Senior Intelligence Officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence kicked in as her eyes travelled from the picture on the wall to the actual wall that was visible in the picture and then back to the picture itself. The picture was of Raghu's mother, naked, gagged and strapped to the bench -- the same bench that was in the room. The Thakur had gripped her nipples and squeezing her breasts while his penis was embedded in her vagina but his eyes were looking intently at a point in the wall that showed a clear depression -- a depression that was not visible in the wall now, because it was covered by another smaller picture of Savita in the nude.
That was it. Ritu had been a party to so many searches of criminal premises that she knew what to look for. In a trice, she had removed the smaller, nude-Savita picture and running her fingers along the wall, she located the slight crack that when pushed, released a panel that fell forward to reveal a secret safe. The torch light in her key chain showed that the safe was secured with a Chinese Mingbang lock -- the exact same lock whose keys she had seen in the chain on the Thakur's throat.
Ritu's eyes glinted with excitement and a thin smile cracked her lips. It was good that she had alerted her Dhanbad contact about a little help that she would need but that would take time. The discovery of the safe and the keys were indeed two important steps but there were many more hurdles to cross.
Was Savita aware of the safe? And it contents? If she knew, would she help or would she be in the way after getting impregnated by Rudra. There were too many unknowns. Ritu quickly replaced the panel and covered it up with Savita's nude picture. Then without wasting any more time she quickly came back to the main, outer bedroom to find the lady and her lover resting in each other's arms.
"Hey kiddo, did you get a successful ejaculation?" Ritu did not want Savita to get distracted from the impregnation at hand.
"He must have poured a litre of his cum into my womb."
"Let's hope there was someone there to receive it."
"I am sure ... it's about the 15th day since my last period."
"Then there is a good chance of a seed being planted in your belly."
"Hey Kiddo, you want to give your mashi another shot? Of your seed?"
"Why not? Since .."
But it was not to be. Savita's phone rang. It was Chotu calling up to say that they were in Rajganj and the Thakur would be back home in 30 mins.
"I think it is time to wind up our little adventure and go back to our innocent ways."
"Yes, I will go to the kitchen"
"But then you must take the Thakur to bed."
"I hate it. He is so fucking crude and abusive"
"But my dear, if he hasn't fucked you would it not seem very suspicious that the Devi has granted you the boon of the immaculate conception? He might get suspicious."
"You have a point. I will have to suffer him tonight. But what about you?"
"I think Rudra and I will go to Dhanbad and see some of the biggest Durga Puja pandels there. I do not wish to distract the Lord when he is servicing his Lady."
"Ok. You can take the Honda and Rudra can drive you there."
"So you gave a torrid time to Savita-di last night?" Ritu was sitting in the drawing room with a can of chilled mid-morning beer. Bira 91.
"Yes, the cow was rather lively last night. Kept squealing while I drilled into her."
"Must have been the blessings of the Devi ... she must have somehow turned the right knobs on her body."
"True, true." The Thakur gave a knowing smirk. "Even I was feeling charged up last night."
"Oh! That is wonderful news." Ritu smiled coyly. "Perhaps even I will be able to feel her blessings sometime soon."
"You will, you will. I am planning something big for you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? I cannot wait ..."
"Tomorrow is Navami, the last day of the Puja and I have invited the local MLA for dinner in the evening."
"And what are you planning for him."
"Ha, Ha .. that is a secret, but I bet you would never have seen anything like it before ... "
"Oh please .. I am dying to know."
"Janab Murtaza Ali is a man of eclectic tastes. I have to cater to him."
"With what?" Every piece of information was important for Ritu.
"I have arranged for some really good entertainment for him ... but then, wait. Why not even you?"
"Me?"
"Yes .. You are a dancer right?"
"Well Santhal girls have a natural flair for swaying to the beat of the madol." She did not quite admit it, but having been in Bombay for so long, the Bollywood ishtyledancing was something that she was generally quite comfortable with. She was always a hit in their office parties.
"Janab Murtaza Ali needs to be softened up and I want you to help me with that."
"By dancing?"
"To begin with .. and then of course his own nature will take over."
"Hmmm." This would be a challenge but Ritu's mind was whirring. The challenge would have to be transformed into an opportunity. Things would have to be made to fall in place.
"You need not be too alarmed. The MLA is a happy-go-lucky man. A man of eclectic tastes .. as you will see." The Thakur smirked. Ritu was wondering what would that mean but in her mind things were falling in place. But there was one piece of the puzzle that was still missing.
"Would you be attending to the Sandhi puja in the evening?" Sandhi puja is when Ashtami, the eighth day of the waxing moon, ends and Navami, the ninth day, begins. The legend of Mahishasurmardini Durga -- the Goddess who slays the demon in his buffalo form -- says that the Goddess triumphed over the demon at the moment of the Sandhi, the boundary between Ashtami and Navami.
"Arrey No Riturani. That is my prime drinking time and nothing will take me away from that pleasure."
"Same here Thakur. All this piety gets on my nerves. Savita-di wants me to accompany her for the Ashtami puja and the offering of flowers for the Pushpanjali."
"When is that?"
"I have to go now, thats why I need this Bira 91."
"But you are free in the evening."
"I will be always free for the Thakur of my life." Ritu was laying it on, thick and sweet.
"When is this Sandhi puja?"
"It's around 9 o'clock in the evening, but I will be back well before that .."
"And what does the Rani want to drink tonight?"
"We could begin with any single malt but I want to end the night by sucking up some authentic Bihari Cream." Ritu could be as shameless as any harlot whenever she wanted to be so.
The Ashtami day had passed of rather uneventfully and now it was evening and Durga Puja pandels all over India were getting ready for the Sandhi Puja. Rudra and Ritu had planned their moves as well as they could but then in an operation as complex as this, many things could go wrong.
"Kid, have you checked that bangle on your wrist?" Both Rudra and Ritu were wearing a small, nondescript metallic bangle on their wrist and this was the third or fourth time that Ritu was checking on this.
"Yes, Ma ... do not worry."
"Ok, you go and wait." Ritu whispered. "I will let you know when we come."
Ritu was absolutely ravishing that night. She had had a bath and had shampooed her hair in the afternoon and now it was spread all over her back. She was wearing a white muslin saree, so sheer that it was about as see-through as any fabric could be and it was edged with a fiery red-and-gold border that showed up in sharp contrast. She had tied it low, well below her navel and one could just about see, or imagine, the crack of her buttock just where the saree was clinging to the flare of her hips. For her upper body, she had thin, sleeveless blouse that could barely contain the swell and sway of her breasts leaving vast swathes of her dusky shoulders, back and belly visible to the lustful looks of any red-blooded male. She had lined her eyes with kohl and in a dash of extravagance had drawn a bold bindion her forehead that almost looked like the third eye of the Goddess herself
The Thakur too was dressed rather magnificently tonight. He had Budhia and Chotu massage his body and had gelled his head of thick, white and long hair till it flowed over his shoulders in a leonine mane. He had traded the traditional regal sherwani for a rough, sleeveless body fitting dress that not only showed off his big, tattooed biceps but also, unwittingly, revealed his bloated paunch that sagged over a pair of loose, patiala style pants.
The Thakur and his Rani were sitting in the drawing room, sipping from squat crystalware filled with the golden smoothness of Glenmorangie Signet. The air conditioner was humming quietly in the corner and "Fucking in the Rain" from Pornhub was playing through Chromecast on the giant 65 inch TV on the wall.
"Ah what giant prick that fellow has ...." Ritu gushed as if she was salivating at the thought of being drilled.
"More than his prick, I admire his athleticism ..." added the Thakur. "Oh god! That wench is actually hanging from his prick." He suddenly pulled Ritu to his side and started fondling her breasts.
"She has her hands around his neck and his prick is stuck in her cunt." Her hands were stroking against his crotch.
"Hey you, come and sit on my lap."
"Not yet, not yet, not here ... oh wow, watch. She is upside down."
"That is impossible."
"They must be acrobats from a circus"
"Her thighs are around his neck ..."
"He is sucking at her cunt"
"And she is hanging head down .."
"With is prick in her mouth ."
"A vertical 69." Suddenly the Thakur could not take it any longer and grabbed Ritu by her head and started kissing her on her lips.
"Wait, Thakur-ji, Wait." Ritu freed herself from him. "The night is still young and a lot of scotch is still left in the bottle."
"Scotch can wait."
"And so will I ... but the real pleasure of the hunt is in the chase. Not in the fuck"
"I know. I have been chasing you since the day Raghu brought you in from the jungle."
"I know ... and I love being chased by you. Or why do you think I came back here."
"But why did you run away then?"
"I was a kid then. Now I am more mature ... and can appreciate the good things in life"
"Like that 30 year scotch."
"Yes ... and hence all the more pleasurable for the seeker."
Ritu poured herself a little more of the Glenmorangie but a lot more for the Thakur. It would have to be an Indo-Scotch operation tonight! The couple on the screen were now fornicating in what seemed like knee deep water!
"Hey I hope that that girl does not drown. Her head is almost going into the water."
"The stud is strong enough to hold her up."
"Enough of watching others .. I need you." Suddenly the Thakur made a grab for Ritu but missed her as she dodged him with some dexterity.
"Ok ... Thakur-saab, finish this drink and then you can chase me to my room." She poured themselves another drink each that the Thakur downed rapidly. Ritu too picked up her drink but after a notional sip, quietly put it down on the side table. Instead, she grabbed one of the bangles on her wrist and pressed it twice ... then waited until the bangle vibrated twice more. Rudra was ready and waiting.
"Come Thakur-saab. Time to hunt your prey ..." and briskly walked out the room with the Thakur at her heels.
The guest room was dimly lit with just a few strategically placed lamps glowing. This had created an intriguing play of light and shadow. A heavy incense was burning in the corner but the windows were open and a cool wind was gently blowing in from the lake. On the centre table in the sitting area was a tablet paired with a bluetooth speaker and on a side table along the wall was a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream Liqueur and two shot glasses.
But the most critical component of the drama that was about to be played out in guest room was Rudra and he was sitting on a stool, near the window and covered from head to toe by the huge and heavy curtain drape that had been pulled partially pulled apart! Through a gap in the curtains he could keep an eye on all parts of the room and yet would not be visible unless someone were to move the curtains aside. Tonight was crucial to their plans and the vibrations on the bangle on his wrist had warned him that the drama was about to begin.
His mother was the first to come in through the door followed immediately afterwards by the Thakur. The moment they were in, the Thakur grabbed Ritu and started kissing her on her lips and Rudra watched as his mother responded eagerly to his kisses and started kissing back with equal gusto. Locked lip to lip, the couple started waltzing around the room and for a few seconds they came dangerously close to where he was secreted but of course since Ritu knew where her son was, she traipsed out of the way and back to the centre of the room.
"Thakur ji ..." Ritu stopped in the middle of the room, "I have a question for you?"
"Yes Ritu Rani."
"Since you are here, who is watching us on that CCTV camera that you have installed there." She was blunt and to the point.
"Oh, really, no ..." the Thakur was taken aback at having his secret exposed.
"Then let's us cover it up." Ritu took a pillow cover and wrapped it around the camera. "Now we have the privacy and you can fuck me however you want and your wife will never get to know."
"Actually Savita is not aware of this .." he trailed off as he realised that Ritu was no more interested in his excuses, but was smiling coyly and invitingly at him.
"Come, Thakur, come ..." she held out her arms, "Come and fuck me out of my senses tonight."
The Thakur needed no further invitation. Rudra watched with increasing fascination and an increasing erection as his mother started stripping in front of her aged paramour. First to go was the blouse and the bra. Then Ritu with just a saree wrapped around her, pulled the Thakur to the sofa and after pushing him down, proceeded to melt herself into his arms. The Thakur gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her hands on his prick as he himself started fondling Ritu's breasts and teasing her nipples.
Behind the curtains, Rudra's erection was getting bigger and harder but his fingers were on something even harder, in his pocket.
Suddenly the Thakur pushed his hand right inside Ritu's saree and started feeling up her thighs and beyond. Ritu squirmed as she felt her fingers on her crotch, tugging at her panties. She lifted her buttocks to help the Thakur pull out those white cotton panties ...
"Aha, the Rani is already wet." Thakur sniffed at her panties and examined them closely.
"What else do you expect from a woman who is sitting on the lap of an absolute stud." Then in a quick fluid movement, she switched on the tablet lying on the table. Almost immediately, the mellifluous tones of Pandit Chaurasia's flute washed across the room with the tunes of the late evening Raag Hamsadhwani.
"Now I want your raw meat, Thakur ji." With a quick pull, Ritu had the Thakur's billowing patiala trousers around his ankles leaving him in -- of all things -- a red polka dotted brief that had tented out precariously with his erection.
"You want me to give you a massage?" The Thakur nodded in consent and Rudra watched as his mother quickly removed what was left of his clothes and laid him out on the carpet on the floor. Then she stripped of her own clothes and after rummaging through her toiletries she pulled out a bottle of Nivea body lotion that she poured liberally on his body but mostly on his crotch!
Ritu's hands were sliding all over the Thakur's body and he gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her stroking his already erect and swollen penis. The smooth slide of her hands as they first cuddled, then squeezed his balls then travelled all the way up to the glans and stretched his uncut foreskin sent a shiver up his spine.
"What are you doing with this big keys?" Ritu asked innocently as she fingered the gold chain around his neck. "Let me remove it." She took a gamble.
"No, no, no .." the Thakur refused the bait. "Just let it be."
"Sure." but of course that could never be.
For the next couple of minutes Ritu massaged the Thakur and then all of a sudden, the Thakur wanted to massage Ritu in return and so the two of them, both stark naked slithered around in each other's arms as a whole new bottle of Nivea body lotion was emptied to the accompaniment of much laughter and merriment.
"Thakur-ji, I have been serving your Chota Bhai - the little brother, the penis -- for quite some time and he has grown up nice and big. Should we not a find a home for him?" Ritu was hinting for some action. "He needs to give me some pleasure as well." She got up and pulled up her paramour from the floor. She needed him on the bed and embedded in her for the next part of her plans and it wouldn't do to allow him to pass out on the floor.
"Come, come to the bed." She gently pulled the naked hunk to the bed and after laying him down on his back, started licking his balls and sucking his cunt.
"AAah ... ", the Thakur moaned with pleasure as he felt his cock rising again. Ritu was slurping and sucking harder and faster and was relieved to find that the Thakur's prick was big and hard again. Time now for some decisive action.
"Come, come Thakur ji. It's time for the bull to mount the cow."
Rudra watched as his mother lay down at the end of the bed while the Thakur went back on his knees on the floor and started to lick her on the crack of her pubis. Ritu had trimmed her pubic hair so that it formed a neat little triangle, the sign of the Devi, with the slash through its middle and for the Thakur this was truly a candy for his libido. He started to lick and slurp at the lips of her labia and fingered the nub of her clitoris.
"Oooooooh ..." Ritu let out a scream of pleasure and pressed the Thakur's head in her crotch. She then slithered further up the bed until she was close to the headboard and her well gymmed biceps bulged as she pulled the massive bulk of the Thakur right up to her chest as well.
"Come on Thakur. Be a bull and put your stick into me." She screamed.
The Thakur was busy licking and sucking at her tits but his penis had grown bigger and harder and Ritu reached down and positioned it against her cunt. Then with a upward jerk she lifted her buttocks and rammed her crotch into his.
The Thakur grunted as he felt his penis slide into Ritu's cunt and her muscles started pressing in and squeezing his embedded member. Ritu bucked her hips again and as the Thakur got into his rhythm and he started thudding into her with greater gusto.
Ritu was delighted. Not just with the fire that had been kindled in her cunt but also because the Thakur was now well and truly excited. She slid her hands up and down his broad back and raked her nails along his spine, possibly drawing blood. The Thakur gave a howl of pain, or was it pleasure? And kept hammering at her with increasing strength. It was as if an Asuric -- a demonic -- strength had started to flow through his body and Ritu responded with equal if not a higher force. Trained in physical combat as a part of her Intelligence job, she knew enough to take down the biggest of men ... but of course here, she was just matching his violence with her own.
The Thakur was grunting, roaring and rubbing his face on her breasts, her tits while his penis was remorselessly pounding her crotch. Ritu squealed -- a very womanly squeal -- as she felt that the Thakur balls were throbbing and about to burst out with his cum. But slowly and without the Thakur being fully aware of it, Ritu hands had clasped the Thakur neck, her lips on his lips and in her hands was the gold chain and its keys.
Then it happened all at once ...
At the precise hour of the Sandhi Puja, in each and every puja pandel in the neighbourhood, there was -- as is always the case -- a simultaneous explosion of noise. The Devi had just slayed the Demon. Women blew conch shells and the drummers after waiting quietly all this while, suddenly burst out with their their fastest rhythms. Thakur gave a scream as his balls started trying to pump his semen into Ritu's waiting cunt .. and
Ritu grabbed the gold chain and its keys and her muscles bulged as gave a massive yank. The chain broke and keys flew across the bed and fell on the floor just a few feet away from where her son was hiding behind the curtains.
"My chain, my keys ..." The Thakur murmured as he felt it break but Ritu would have none of it.
"Your chain will wait but I cannot, Oh Thakur-saab ..." she screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me now ... now now and now." With her hands she pressed his head against her chest in an iron grip and her legs were crossed behind his thighs, pressing his crotch into hers. In a sense, the Thakur was in a vice like grip, locked with Ritu from crotch to neck, his hips thrusting with greater and greater power into her crotch. Ritu felt a rather weak squirt of fluid seeping through her vagina but she gave a howl of pleasure as if her innards were being flooded with a tsunami of the Thakur's cum.
"Ah Ah Thakur-saab. You are flooding me with your cream. Don't stop. Don't stop."
Ritu saw that Rudra had not wasted this opportunity. Slowly, he parted the curtains and came out from behind them. Then in one fluid motion he picked up the two keys that were lying on the floor, raised them in his hands for his mother to see.
Ritu with the naked body of the Thakur heaving and thrusting against her own, smiled at him and gave a wink. Rudra made a quick gesture, pointing to something on the floor and then quickly and quietly glided out of view. Ritu gave her son another minute to leave the room safely and then slowly relaxed her grip on the Thakur's body.
"Aaah ..." he gave a sigh of pleasure as Ritu expertly flipped him on his back and started sucking at this rapidly shrinking penis. "Come on Thakur ... " she encouraged him, "I need more of your Rajput cream." She pressed his penis on her face to leave what looked like cum marks on her cheeks, her eyebrows and her forehead.
But the Thakur was spent. His age and the scotch in his blood was catching up with him. He would have happily crashed on the bed but suddenly he remembered.
"My chain, my keys? Where are they?"
"Oh they should be here on the bed .. let me find them for you." Ritu got off the bed and on her knees on the floor.
"Ah here they are ... look, on the floor"
"Where?" The Thakur scrambled off the bed as well and of course they were there on the floor. The two Mingbang keys, identical to look at as the ones that Rudra had walked away with, that they had picked up from their contact in Dhanbad last night, were lying on the floor along with the chain that Ritu had broken in her frenzy.
"Good." The Thakur was relieved, "but the chain is broken ..."
"Don't worry Thakur saab. Here is my gold chain, let me put the keys into it and then you can wear it around your neck again." With that she quickly removed her own thin gold chain, picked up the keys from the floor, threaded them on the chain and put the chain around the Thakur's neck.
"That is good." The Thakur was relieved. "Thank you Riturani ... "
"Don't thank me Thakur saab. That was the most fantastic fuck that I have ever had."
"I think the Devi has entered me ... I could feel it in my loins."
"Of course and if you can fuck Savita like this ... she will surely have a true Rajput child in her belly soon."
"I think I will go and fuck her now ..."
"I hope she is back from the Sandhi Puja. She was planning to be there for some time and wait for the prasad, the blessed fruits."
"Oh, the bitch. She is never around when I am horny."
"Would you like to wait for some time? We have the Irish Cream."
"No. I am tired ... and feeling sleepy."
"Let me help you to your bedroom."
"No I can walk." He got up and stumbled. The alcohol was finally getting to him.
Ritu helped his drunk father-in-law put on his patiala trouser and threw his shirt over his shoulder. She smiled to herself and kept the red polka dotted brief as memento for having taken his pants off. Then with an arm around his armpit she started walking.
"Thank you Riturani." The Thakur gave her a kiss, but did not mind the assistance that she had offered. The two of them walked out of the door.
Ten minutes later, Ritu returned to her room. Someone had switched off the lights and the room was dark. Her instincts stiffened in anxiety, in anticipation, and then she relaxed as she felt her son's hands hugging her to his chest.
"Where is he?" he whispered.
"Safely sleeping. He will not wake up till tomorrow midday."
"That was a fantastic performance Ma. I would have ejaculated had I not been so tense."
"It was good that I did not have to use my ring to knock him out."
"It was timed so beautifully .. just at the precise moment of the Sandhi Puja."
"That is when the Devi is at her strongest potential."
"You too were at your potent best."
"Was I? But your penis is at its potent best now."
"You will have to fix it Ma."
"Of course. I need to reward my son for carrying out this operation with such exquisite sangfroid."
"And since you have blocked the camera we can be on the bed itself."
"Please lock the door and come to me ... on the bed.
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Part 2
"I am sorry ..."
"Oh come in, come in Rudra babu ..." The Thakur seemed to be in a generous mood.
"No Rudra." There was a sharp, firmness in her voice that crackled through the room. "Please wait outside until Thakur-saab has left."
"Sure. Sorry, Ma." Rudra stepped out of the room, closed the door and waited. He heard some low voices in the room. Then after a while, the Thakur walked. He was in his pajamas, and his body was bare except for a thin gold chain round his neck from which hung a pair of what looked like big keys..
"Go in. Riturani is in her motherly state again." He smirked.
Not quite. Ritu had just about put on her blouse and petticoat but that was of course fine between mother and son. It was just that Ritu wasn't quite keen to let Thakur into the secret of their candid relationship.
"Sorry, Ma for coming in like this ..."
"Good you did. Otherwise that asshole would not have left."
"So he managed to fuck you?"
"To get some, you have to give some. Sex is the one bait that that perv takes easily and we need to bait him."
"I have a lot to tell you .."
"But first I need your help. Please go to the market and get me some Betadine ointment."
"He hurt you? The bastard .."
"Sodomized me. Rammed me up my arse."
"Oh god! That would have hurt."
"I will give it back to him .. but first get that Betadine."
.....
Ritu was naked again but this time she was on her knees on the divan, body bent over and resting on her elbows with her head on a pillow. Her legs were spread apart, buttocks up in the air with her anal sphincter clearly visible. A little below and partially hidden from view was her vaginal crack and the swell of her pubic mound covered in a fuzz of hair.
Rudra was standing behind her with one hand on her buttock and with the forefinger of the other hand he gently touched her anus.
"Oooh ..." Ritu groaned softly. Her body quivered as she shrank from his touch.
"Does it hurt, Ma?"
"It does, kid. Is it bleeding? Do you see any blood."
"No, no. There is no blood but the skin looks rather raw and red .. kind of bruised."
"I know. Your grandfather has a very thick prick and he shoved it in very quickly without giving my asshole any time to adjust."
"Should I put the ointment in?"
"Yes please do, but very gently please ..."
Rudra took a some of the Betadine on his finger tip and applied it on the rim of his mother's anus. Ritu clenched her fingers in anticipation and Rudra saw that even her anus was clenching.
"Now for the hard part, kid. You have to put the ointment inside me."
"Ma! That will hurt."
"I know it will ... but then it will be soothing. You need to do it."
Rudra took a gob of the red ointment in his finger tip and with one hand spreading her hole, slowly but firmly pushed his finger into his mother's anus.
Ritu's sphincter clenched in protest but to no avail. Rudra's finger pushed in.
"Oh Oh Ooooooh ..." Ritu's body jerked in pain and she banged her head on the pillow as she felt her son's finger pushing into her anus.
"Should I stop?"
"No, No .. go ahead and rotate your finger so that all sides get the ointment."
For the next couple of minutes, Rudra repeatedly kept pushing in his finger in and out of his mother's anus and also rotating it till all of a sudden Ritu's moan changed and a shiver went up her body.
"Anything wrong? Ma?" Rudra sensed the change.
"I think you should stop now."
"This ointment is oozing out of your back."
"Plug it with this hanky of mine."
"Feeling any better?"
"Yes. Definitely better. The pain, the burn has eased and ......." she was silent.
"And what?"
"Your finger .."
"What about your finger."
"After the initial pressure and the pain, your finger was nice, very nice."
"I thought as much. The pain had become a pleasure."
"Now I know why folks have anal sex."
"Perhaps we will give it a try. It would not violate your Lakshman Rekha."
"We will think about it, but first, we need to discuss our plans here."
"Like this?"
"With all that Betadine up my ass, I cannot put on my clothes. You come in front and tell me what all you did today."
Rudra pulled up a chair and sat next to Ritu's head and quietly told the story of what had happened at the Devi Sthaan, the temple. Ritu heard him out quietly and patiently except for a few gasps of surprise!
"Hmm ... So you are Savita's de facto husband now! She is your first real sex partner."
"Well I didn't have choice!" Rudra grinned.
"And even if you had, you wouldn't have let go of the chance to stick your tool into her hole, the real hole."
"Oh Ma. Don't tell me you are feeling jealous because I have fucked another woman."
"On the contrary this is an excellent development. This gives you a good reason, a good decoy reason, to go into the bedroom."
"Yes. She needs to get fucked again in the next three days."
"But obviously you cannot do that with the Thakur around."
"Or his pair of goons either."
"There is something fishy about that couple .."
"Couple? They are a couple? Gay guards?"
"Remember, the Band of Thebes ... where only gay couple were allowed to enlist as soldiers."
"I don't know. But tell me what happened here? How did you get ass-fucked like this?"
"Well it was a straight case of eve-teasing, harassment and rape ... he came into the room and started making lewd jokes. Then he went all touchy-feely and finally he forced himself upon me."
"You could have stopped him!"
"Of course I could have with one karate chop on his neck ... but then we would miss our real goal."
"I don't know if our real goal is worth all this brutality."
"Your father's heritage Rudra. We don't give it up so easily."
"I know, but I hate to see you getting hurt like this."
"Anal sex is not all that uncommon .. plus you know, once you get used to it ." Ritu smiled.
"Ok, Ok fine, so you enjoyed being raped?"
"I was using my body as a bait ... it's the only one that I have at the moment"
"One day this will be a #MeToo post in Facebook.But right now what is our next step?"
"Sun Tzu and the Art of War tells us to know the enemy .."
"What did you learn?"
"Two things. First, there is a problem with his balls ... he gets an erection but he just cannot ejaculate and that was my nightmare."
"You mean he kept on fucking you ..."
"Oh it seemed like hours .. first in my cunt and then, as you know, at the back."
"That would have made you come ..."
"Of course. I think I had three or more orgasms ..."
"So you had a good time. You enjoyed yourself."
"I did. But that's not why we have come here. If I had wanted a fuck, there are enough studs in Bombay who I could call over."
"But you don't. I know."
"You know kid, why I don't. For me it's always your father and now you .. his doppleganger."
"Fine. So you were raped and you enjoyed it. But what else ... you said you learnt two things."
"You would have noticed it also. The chain round his neck."
"Yes, it had two keys"
"Yessss ... that is what we need."
"Are you sure?"
"Why would he keep a key around his neck unless it was very important?"
"How do we get it from him?"
"That is the big question ..."
"Can we make duplicates?"
"Those are Chinese Mingbang keys. They would not be easy to duplicate here in Topchanchi."
"Yes .. they all kind of look alike. Difficult to make out one from the other."
"Bingo ... you have given me an idea."
"What is it?"
"It's still kind of fuzzy .. it is circling in my head." Ritu closed her eyes and pressed her head between her hands." They were silent for a few minutes.
"And then there is the other question of what is the door that those keys open and where is that?"
"Too many questions. My head is spinning."
"Let us go the Durga Puja pandel ... we might get some ideas from the Devi."
"But please seal my butt-hole with a wad of cotton. I cannot be oozing Betadine from my ass in public"
Ritu, Rudra and Savita were sitting outside the pandel where the bodhan ceremony had formally initiated the Durga Puja for the current year. The priest was chanting the sacred verses, kids were running around playing with balloons and shooting cap-pistols -- small model guns that fired tiny globules of firecrackers in an imitation of real gun.
"So you had an very unique experience today, Savita." Ritu smiled coyly.
"Shhh ... we are not supposed to talk about it. But yes. No doubt it was mind-blowing"
"Let us hope that her blessing works and Thakur-saab gets what he wants."
"So do I .. but I can tell you that it will not be his son."
"Why? With the Devi's blessings ..."
"It may be so, but I have more faith in your kid's blessings ..." she gave a meaningful smile.
"You have no faith in your husband?"
"What faith? I know it is he who is dry as a bone even though he insists in insulting me in public for being barren."
"I know."
"You know? Did he fuck you today?"
"He did .. in fact he raped me at the back as well?"
"Tell me why have you come back here?"
"Oh well, I wanted to show Rudra his home ... and even my home is there in the hills though I have no one there any more." Of course she did not reveal their real reason. "By why are you here Savita? Why do you want to keep getting insulted like this?"
"I have few other options. I am an orphan who was sold in the brothels of Dhanbad when I was a kid. Thakur saw me there, fucked me, liked me and plucked me out the gutters. At least here I am not being fucked by a new stranger every night."
"That is true." She might have ended in a similar plight had not destiny taken her elsewhere.
"And if somehow I can get a child then I will have a better life."
"Perhaps something could have happened today."
"I really hope so ... but Ritu, I need your help."
"Just say it sister."
"I really need Rudra to fuck me again .. You know, sometimes it never happens in the first shot. I cannot take a risk"
"Hmm .. say what Rudra babu?" Ritu smiled at her son. "You want to give it another go again?"
"A tiger who has tasted blood cannot wait for more of the same"
"Your son was a real tiger today."
"Your husband is no less of a tiger ... he ripped me apart today. In fact I had to send Rudra for some Betadine to soothe my butt-hole. Otherwise I would not be able to sit on this wooden chair today."
"But did he squirt his cum? I am sure he did not. That is the problem." Which is something that Ritu knew from first hand experience.
"Ok, we have a deal. Rudra will fuck you again."
"Where? Should I come to your guest room?"
"No. That is too exposed. He will go to your bedroom at the back of the house when the Thakur is not there."
"Ok ..."
"And to make it seem even more innocent, I will go along with him as if we are going for a chat session. Nobody will suspect that my son is fucking you in front of his own mother."
"Yes. That will be a good cover." Savita seemed happy with the plan but she did not know that there was another plan within a plan.
The next day was Saptami -- the seventh day of the bright fortnight -- and Ritu, Rudra and Savita along with many other people of the locality had accompanied the priest as they had gone to bathe the Nabapatrika -- a symbolic image of the Goddess made with different plants and creepers -- in the Topchanchi lake.It was an early morning expedition that had left everyone pleasantly tired. The Thakur had of course not bothered to participate in these festivities and had instead gone to Dhanbad along with his two shooters to negotiate some coalfield contracts. He said he should be back for lunch but would be late. Savita suspected that he was planning to get drunk somewhere and wouldn't be back for quite some time.
"Can I have quick fuck with your son?" Savita was as excited as a virgin bride on her honeymoon.
"Sure .. the house is empty today."
The Thakur's bedroom was huge, dark and cavernous. The big, high windows would have let in a lot of light but these were covered by heavy curtains that had been partially pulled back so that the room was in light and shadow. There was a low, large bed with posts to hang the mosquito net from, and in front of it was a set of low couches and a sofa for folks to lounge in. Around the room were a couple of Godrej steel almirahs and a couple of wooden cupboards. Along the wall, were oil paintings of the Thakur's ancestors and but the biggest one was of the Thakur himself in his middle age and in regal attire.
Ritu, Savita and her current paramour Rudra were sitting around a low table with a bottle and three glasses of Grover-Zampa Chêne. Someone had gifted this to the Thakur but it had been left unopened since the he was more of a quick-hitting rum and whisky person. Ritu however had spotted it as soon as Savita had opened the bar in the living room with her big bunch of keys.
"You have a big bunch of keys here."
"Yes, for all these almirahs around here and around the house."
"Right." That eliminated all these almirahs from being her target!
"But Rudra, you naughty boy why are you still in your pants ..."
"Ah Mashi is getting excited." He had dropped the technically correct Dida -- or granny -- for the more age compatible Mashi or aunt.
"I am super excited kid, to be fucked by you again. I can barely keep still." And in one quick movement he opened Rudra's pants and pulled them off leaving him in his briefs and shirt.
"I think I should focus on this excellent wine."
"I will focus on your excellent son .. or rather his excellent penis." The brief and shirt were soon off and Rudra was revealed in his naked glory. And it was glorious indeed. Tall, big and handsome and with body that had very little hair except for a glorious mat on his chest and his pubis, Rudra was like a celestial gandharva and Savita went wild on him. Forgetting the wine on the desk, she slipped down on her knees and started to suck on his not-so-monstrous but thick and stiff phallus.
"I shouldn't be watching my naked son fucking his aunt -- I may get naughty, dirty ideas." Ritu was looking for an excuse to move around and was trying to make a virtue of the same.
"But for me this is heaven .. the doorway to heaven, the keys of the kingdom."
Savita had by now shed her saree, her petticoat while Rudra had pulled off her blouse. Stripped down to her bra and panties, she pushed Rudra to the bed and climbed on top of his naked body and locked her lips on his.
"Hey, I think I need to pull this off as well." Ritu followed her to the bed and pulled her panties down her leg. Then she unhooked Savita's bra and threw it on the bed. Now it was two naked bodies, twisting and turning on the big bed leaving Ritu to sip the wine and look around.
Savita was already in heaven or on her way there. She was madly rubbing her face on Rudra's hairy chest while his big prick was sticking out from between her thighs. Savita gave a squeal of pleasure as she felt the head of his penis pushing against her cunt-lips. Rudra was by now, kind of, half sitting up, against the heap of pillows arranged along the headboard while Savita had grabbed his penis and was rubbing it against the lips of her vagina. Rudra was in no less of a heaven as he caught hold of Savita's flowing hair in his clenched fist and clamped his lips on hers. Savita puckered her lips, locked it on his, then used her tongue to force his lips apart and push into his hot mouth.
The two lovers were sliding and slithering on each other but somehow Rudra was not able to put his tool into her hole.
"I think Rudra babu has a lot to learn." Savita smiled.
"He is quite a novice you know." Ritu was trying to defend her son's poor performance in bed.
"But he was quite adept at the Devi Sthaan."
"The Devi was there to guide him."
"But today, his mother must play the role of the Devi and help me."
"Oh sure. But I think it would be easier if you were below."
"He could mount me ..."
"That would also keep his seed from dripping out of you ... after all we cannot lose that precious load"
Savita and Rudra traded places. Savita was now on her back, legs bent at the knee, thighs spread apart and her cunt wide open as Rudra leaned over her, his hands on her shoulders, penis erect and hips pushing into Savita's crotch. Savita's cunt was already wet but still Ritu took a glob of spit from her mouth, lathered it on the head of her son's prick and gripping it in her hands, placed it on Savita's cunt. Rudra was still jerking his hips, perhaps a little hesitantly, but all of sudden, Ritu grabbed his buttocks in and with one powerful jerk pushed her son's penis right into his aunt's waiting vagina.
Savita gave a howl of pleasure as Rudra ripped into her and now that he was in, he started pumping as he felt Savita's cunt clenching and grabbing at his embedded phallus. Savita had learnt the tricks of the trade in the brothels of the coal belt and she was no amateur in how to milk a man. Rudra and Savita were like a couple possessed. Ritu watched in amazement as her son, who so far had never ever fucked a woman, had suddenly seemed to have turned professional as he hammered the screaming Savita with increasing frenzy.
A sudden wetness flooding through her cunt brought Ritu back to her senses. Much as she loved to watch the naked couple fornicating on the bed there was work to be done. Ritu made a quick reconnoitre of the bedroom and decided that there was little of interest there. Mostly almirahs and closets full of clothes and petty household cash. But the smaller, inner bedroom that she reached through an interconnected door was a different matter altogether.
This was possibly the Thakur's BDSM room with a table and bench in the middle. Scattered around were chains, locks and other restraints.On the walls were bars and hooks but the most spectacular item was the life size oil painting of the Thakur and another woman, that Ritu suspected must be Raghu's mother, having sex and that too in the same room itself! It was an extremely realistic picture, obviously painted with a lot of care from a photograph, but there was something more in it than what meets the eye Suddenly, Ritu's instincts as a Senior Intelligence Officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence kicked in as her eyes travelled from the picture on the wall to the actual wall that was visible in the picture and then back to the picture itself. The picture was of Raghu's mother, naked, gagged and strapped to the bench -- the same bench that was in the room. The Thakur had gripped her nipples and squeezing her breasts while his penis was embedded in her vagina but his eyes were looking intently at a point in the wall that showed a clear depression -- a depression that was not visible in the wall now, because it was covered by another smaller picture of Savita in the nude.
That was it. Ritu had been a party to so many searches of criminal premises that she knew what to look for. In a trice, she had removed the smaller, nude-Savita picture and running her fingers along the wall, she located the slight crack that when pushed, released a panel that fell forward to reveal a secret safe. The torch light in her key chain showed that the safe was secured with a Chinese Mingbang lock -- the exact same lock whose keys she had seen in the chain on the Thakur's throat.
Ritu's eyes glinted with excitement and a thin smile cracked her lips. It was good that she had alerted her Dhanbad contact about a little help that she would need but that would take time. The discovery of the safe and the keys were indeed two important steps but there were many more hurdles to cross.
Was Savita aware of the safe? And it contents? If she knew, would she help or would she be in the way after getting impregnated by Rudra. There were too many unknowns. Ritu quickly replaced the panel and covered it up with Savita's nude picture. Then without wasting any more time she quickly came back to the main, outer bedroom to find the lady and her lover resting in each other's arms.
"Hey kiddo, did you get a successful ejaculation?" Ritu did not want Savita to get distracted from the impregnation at hand.
"He must have poured a litre of his cum into my womb."
"Let's hope there was someone there to receive it."
"I am sure ... it's about the 15th day since my last period."
"Then there is a good chance of a seed being planted in your belly."
"Hey Kiddo, you want to give your mashi another shot? Of your seed?"
"Why not? Since .."
But it was not to be. Savita's phone rang. It was Chotu calling up to say that they were in Rajganj and the Thakur would be back home in 30 mins.
"I think it is time to wind up our little adventure and go back to our innocent ways."
"Yes, I will go to the kitchen"
"But then you must take the Thakur to bed."
"I hate it. He is so fucking crude and abusive"
"But my dear, if he hasn't fucked you would it not seem very suspicious that the Devi has granted you the boon of the immaculate conception? He might get suspicious."
"You have a point. I will have to suffer him tonight. But what about you?"
"I think Rudra and I will go to Dhanbad and see some of the biggest Durga Puja pandels there. I do not wish to distract the Lord when he is servicing his Lady."
"Ok. You can take the Honda and Rudra can drive you there."
"So you gave a torrid time to Savita-di last night?" Ritu was sitting in the drawing room with a can of chilled mid-morning beer. Bira 91.
"Yes, the cow was rather lively last night. Kept squealing while I drilled into her."
"Must have been the blessings of the Devi ... she must have somehow turned the right knobs on her body."
"True, true." The Thakur gave a knowing smirk. "Even I was feeling charged up last night."
"Oh! That is wonderful news." Ritu smiled coyly. "Perhaps even I will be able to feel her blessings sometime soon."
"You will, you will. I am planning something big for you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? I cannot wait ..."
"Tomorrow is Navami, the last day of the Puja and I have invited the local MLA for dinner in the evening."
"And what are you planning for him."
"Ha, Ha .. that is a secret, but I bet you would never have seen anything like it before ... "
"Oh please .. I am dying to know."
"Janab Murtaza Ali is a man of eclectic tastes. I have to cater to him."
"With what?" Every piece of information was important for Ritu.
"I have arranged for some really good entertainment for him ... but then, wait. Why not even you?"
"Me?"
"Yes .. You are a dancer right?"
"Well Santhal girls have a natural flair for swaying to the beat of the madol." She did not quite admit it, but having been in Bombay for so long, the Bollywood ishtyledancing was something that she was generally quite comfortable with. She was always a hit in their office parties.
"Janab Murtaza Ali needs to be softened up and I want you to help me with that."
"By dancing?"
"To begin with .. and then of course his own nature will take over."
"Hmmm." This would be a challenge but Ritu's mind was whirring. The challenge would have to be transformed into an opportunity. Things would have to be made to fall in place.
"You need not be too alarmed. The MLA is a happy-go-lucky man. A man of eclectic tastes .. as you will see." The Thakur smirked. Ritu was wondering what would that mean but in her mind things were falling in place. But there was one piece of the puzzle that was still missing.
"Would you be attending to the Sandhi puja in the evening?" Sandhi puja is when Ashtami, the eighth day of the waxing moon, ends and Navami, the ninth day, begins. The legend of Mahishasurmardini Durga -- the Goddess who slays the demon in his buffalo form -- says that the Goddess triumphed over the demon at the moment of the Sandhi, the boundary between Ashtami and Navami.
"Arrey No Riturani. That is my prime drinking time and nothing will take me away from that pleasure."
"Same here Thakur. All this piety gets on my nerves. Savita-di wants me to accompany her for the Ashtami puja and the offering of flowers for the Pushpanjali."
"When is that?"
"I have to go now, thats why I need this Bira 91."
"But you are free in the evening."
"I will be always free for the Thakur of my life." Ritu was laying it on, thick and sweet.
"When is this Sandhi puja?"
"It's around 9 o'clock in the evening, but I will be back well before that .."
"And what does the Rani want to drink tonight?"
"We could begin with any single malt but I want to end the night by sucking up some authentic Bihari Cream." Ritu could be as shameless as any harlot whenever she wanted to be so.
The Ashtami day had passed of rather uneventfully and now it was evening and Durga Puja pandels all over India were getting ready for the Sandhi Puja. Rudra and Ritu had planned their moves as well as they could but then in an operation as complex as this, many things could go wrong.
"Kid, have you checked that bangle on your wrist?" Both Rudra and Ritu were wearing a small, nondescript metallic bangle on their wrist and this was the third or fourth time that Ritu was checking on this.
"Yes, Ma ... do not worry."
"Ok, you go and wait." Ritu whispered. "I will let you know when we come."
Ritu was absolutely ravishing that night. She had had a bath and had shampooed her hair in the afternoon and now it was spread all over her back. She was wearing a white muslin saree, so sheer that it was about as see-through as any fabric could be and it was edged with a fiery red-and-gold border that showed up in sharp contrast. She had tied it low, well below her navel and one could just about see, or imagine, the crack of her buttock just where the saree was clinging to the flare of her hips. For her upper body, she had thin, sleeveless blouse that could barely contain the swell and sway of her breasts leaving vast swathes of her dusky shoulders, back and belly visible to the lustful looks of any red-blooded male. She had lined her eyes with kohl and in a dash of extravagance had drawn a bold bindion her forehead that almost looked like the third eye of the Goddess herself
The Thakur too was dressed rather magnificently tonight. He had Budhia and Chotu massage his body and had gelled his head of thick, white and long hair till it flowed over his shoulders in a leonine mane. He had traded the traditional regal sherwani for a rough, sleeveless body fitting dress that not only showed off his big, tattooed biceps but also, unwittingly, revealed his bloated paunch that sagged over a pair of loose, patiala style pants.
The Thakur and his Rani were sitting in the drawing room, sipping from squat crystalware filled with the golden smoothness of Glenmorangie Signet. The air conditioner was humming quietly in the corner and "Fucking in the Rain" from Pornhub was playing through Chromecast on the giant 65 inch TV on the wall.
"Ah what giant prick that fellow has ...." Ritu gushed as if she was salivating at the thought of being drilled.
"More than his prick, I admire his athleticism ..." added the Thakur. "Oh god! That wench is actually hanging from his prick." He suddenly pulled Ritu to his side and started fondling her breasts.
"She has her hands around his neck and his prick is stuck in her cunt." Her hands were stroking against his crotch.
"Hey you, come and sit on my lap."
"Not yet, not yet, not here ... oh wow, watch. She is upside down."
"That is impossible."
"They must be acrobats from a circus"
"Her thighs are around his neck ..."
"He is sucking at her cunt"
"And she is hanging head down .."
"With is prick in her mouth ."
"A vertical 69." Suddenly the Thakur could not take it any longer and grabbed Ritu by her head and started kissing her on her lips.
"Wait, Thakur-ji, Wait." Ritu freed herself from him. "The night is still young and a lot of scotch is still left in the bottle."
"Scotch can wait."
"And so will I ... but the real pleasure of the hunt is in the chase. Not in the fuck"
"I know. I have been chasing you since the day Raghu brought you in from the jungle."
"I know ... and I love being chased by you. Or why do you think I came back here."
"But why did you run away then?"
"I was a kid then. Now I am more mature ... and can appreciate the good things in life"
"Like that 30 year scotch."
"Yes ... and hence all the more pleasurable for the seeker."
Ritu poured herself a little more of the Glenmorangie but a lot more for the Thakur. It would have to be an Indo-Scotch operation tonight! The couple on the screen were now fornicating in what seemed like knee deep water!
"Hey I hope that that girl does not drown. Her head is almost going into the water."
"The stud is strong enough to hold her up."
"Enough of watching others .. I need you." Suddenly the Thakur made a grab for Ritu but missed her as she dodged him with some dexterity.
"Ok ... Thakur-saab, finish this drink and then you can chase me to my room." She poured themselves another drink each that the Thakur downed rapidly. Ritu too picked up her drink but after a notional sip, quietly put it down on the side table. Instead, she grabbed one of the bangles on her wrist and pressed it twice ... then waited until the bangle vibrated twice more. Rudra was ready and waiting.
"Come Thakur-saab. Time to hunt your prey ..." and briskly walked out the room with the Thakur at her heels.
The guest room was dimly lit with just a few strategically placed lamps glowing. This had created an intriguing play of light and shadow. A heavy incense was burning in the corner but the windows were open and a cool wind was gently blowing in from the lake. On the centre table in the sitting area was a tablet paired with a bluetooth speaker and on a side table along the wall was a bottle of Bailey's Irish Cream Liqueur and two shot glasses.
But the most critical component of the drama that was about to be played out in guest room was Rudra and he was sitting on a stool, near the window and covered from head to toe by the huge and heavy curtain drape that had been pulled partially pulled apart! Through a gap in the curtains he could keep an eye on all parts of the room and yet would not be visible unless someone were to move the curtains aside. Tonight was crucial to their plans and the vibrations on the bangle on his wrist had warned him that the drama was about to begin.
His mother was the first to come in through the door followed immediately afterwards by the Thakur. The moment they were in, the Thakur grabbed Ritu and started kissing her on her lips and Rudra watched as his mother responded eagerly to his kisses and started kissing back with equal gusto. Locked lip to lip, the couple started waltzing around the room and for a few seconds they came dangerously close to where he was secreted but of course since Ritu knew where her son was, she traipsed out of the way and back to the centre of the room.
"Thakur ji ..." Ritu stopped in the middle of the room, "I have a question for you?"
"Yes Ritu Rani."
"Since you are here, who is watching us on that CCTV camera that you have installed there." She was blunt and to the point.
"Oh, really, no ..." the Thakur was taken aback at having his secret exposed.
"Then let's us cover it up." Ritu took a pillow cover and wrapped it around the camera. "Now we have the privacy and you can fuck me however you want and your wife will never get to know."
"Actually Savita is not aware of this .." he trailed off as he realised that Ritu was no more interested in his excuses, but was smiling coyly and invitingly at him.
"Come, Thakur, come ..." she held out her arms, "Come and fuck me out of my senses tonight."
The Thakur needed no further invitation. Rudra watched with increasing fascination and an increasing erection as his mother started stripping in front of her aged paramour. First to go was the blouse and the bra. Then Ritu with just a saree wrapped around her, pulled the Thakur to the sofa and after pushing him down, proceeded to melt herself into his arms. The Thakur gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her hands on his prick as he himself started fondling Ritu's breasts and teasing her nipples.
Behind the curtains, Rudra's erection was getting bigger and harder but his fingers were on something even harder, in his pocket.
Suddenly the Thakur pushed his hand right inside Ritu's saree and started feeling up her thighs and beyond. Ritu squirmed as she felt her fingers on her crotch, tugging at her panties. She lifted her buttocks to help the Thakur pull out those white cotton panties ...
"Aha, the Rani is already wet." Thakur sniffed at her panties and examined them closely.
"What else do you expect from a woman who is sitting on the lap of an absolute stud." Then in a quick fluid movement, she switched on the tablet lying on the table. Almost immediately, the mellifluous tones of Pandit Chaurasia's flute washed across the room with the tunes of the late evening Raag Hamsadhwani.
"Now I want your raw meat, Thakur ji." With a quick pull, Ritu had the Thakur's billowing patiala trousers around his ankles leaving him in -- of all things -- a red polka dotted brief that had tented out precariously with his erection.
"You want me to give you a massage?" The Thakur nodded in consent and Rudra watched as his mother quickly removed what was left of his clothes and laid him out on the carpet on the floor. Then she stripped of her own clothes and after rummaging through her toiletries she pulled out a bottle of Nivea body lotion that she poured liberally on his body but mostly on his crotch!
Ritu's hands were sliding all over the Thakur's body and he gave a grunt of pleasure as he felt her stroking his already erect and swollen penis. The smooth slide of her hands as they first cuddled, then squeezed his balls then travelled all the way up to the glans and stretched his uncut foreskin sent a shiver up his spine.
"What are you doing with this big keys?" Ritu asked innocently as she fingered the gold chain around his neck. "Let me remove it." She took a gamble.
"No, no, no .." the Thakur refused the bait. "Just let it be."
"Sure." but of course that could never be.
For the next couple of minutes Ritu massaged the Thakur and then all of a sudden, the Thakur wanted to massage Ritu in return and so the two of them, both stark naked slithered around in each other's arms as a whole new bottle of Nivea body lotion was emptied to the accompaniment of much laughter and merriment.
"Thakur-ji, I have been serving your Chota Bhai - the little brother, the penis -- for quite some time and he has grown up nice and big. Should we not a find a home for him?" Ritu was hinting for some action. "He needs to give me some pleasure as well." She got up and pulled up her paramour from the floor. She needed him on the bed and embedded in her for the next part of her plans and it wouldn't do to allow him to pass out on the floor.
"Come, come to the bed." She gently pulled the naked hunk to the bed and after laying him down on his back, started licking his balls and sucking his cunt.
"AAah ... ", the Thakur moaned with pleasure as he felt his cock rising again. Ritu was slurping and sucking harder and faster and was relieved to find that the Thakur's prick was big and hard again. Time now for some decisive action.
"Come, come Thakur ji. It's time for the bull to mount the cow."
Rudra watched as his mother lay down at the end of the bed while the Thakur went back on his knees on the floor and started to lick her on the crack of her pubis. Ritu had trimmed her pubic hair so that it formed a neat little triangle, the sign of the Devi, with the slash through its middle and for the Thakur this was truly a candy for his libido. He started to lick and slurp at the lips of her labia and fingered the nub of her clitoris.
"Oooooooh ..." Ritu let out a scream of pleasure and pressed the Thakur's head in her crotch. She then slithered further up the bed until she was close to the headboard and her well gymmed biceps bulged as she pulled the massive bulk of the Thakur right up to her chest as well.
"Come on Thakur. Be a bull and put your stick into me." She screamed.
The Thakur was busy licking and sucking at her tits but his penis had grown bigger and harder and Ritu reached down and positioned it against her cunt. Then with a upward jerk she lifted her buttocks and rammed her crotch into his.
The Thakur grunted as he felt his penis slide into Ritu's cunt and her muscles started pressing in and squeezing his embedded member. Ritu bucked her hips again and as the Thakur got into his rhythm and he started thudding into her with greater gusto.
Ritu was delighted. Not just with the fire that had been kindled in her cunt but also because the Thakur was now well and truly excited. She slid her hands up and down his broad back and raked her nails along his spine, possibly drawing blood. The Thakur gave a howl of pain, or was it pleasure? And kept hammering at her with increasing strength. It was as if an Asuric -- a demonic -- strength had started to flow through his body and Ritu responded with equal if not a higher force. Trained in physical combat as a part of her Intelligence job, she knew enough to take down the biggest of men ... but of course here, she was just matching his violence with her own.
The Thakur was grunting, roaring and rubbing his face on her breasts, her tits while his penis was remorselessly pounding her crotch. Ritu squealed -- a very womanly squeal -- as she felt that the Thakur balls were throbbing and about to burst out with his cum. But slowly and without the Thakur being fully aware of it, Ritu hands had clasped the Thakur neck, her lips on his lips and in her hands was the gold chain and its keys.
Then it happened all at once ...
At the precise hour of the Sandhi Puja, in each and every puja pandel in the neighbourhood, there was -- as is always the case -- a simultaneous explosion of noise. The Devi had just slayed the Demon. Women blew conch shells and the drummers after waiting quietly all this while, suddenly burst out with their their fastest rhythms. Thakur gave a scream as his balls started trying to pump his semen into Ritu's waiting cunt .. and
Ritu grabbed the gold chain and its keys and her muscles bulged as gave a massive yank. The chain broke and keys flew across the bed and fell on the floor just a few feet away from where her son was hiding behind the curtains.
"My chain, my keys ..." The Thakur murmured as he felt it break but Ritu would have none of it.
"Your chain will wait but I cannot, Oh Thakur-saab ..." she screamed, "Fuck me, fuck me now ... now now and now." With her hands she pressed his head against her chest in an iron grip and her legs were crossed behind his thighs, pressing his crotch into hers. In a sense, the Thakur was in a vice like grip, locked with Ritu from crotch to neck, his hips thrusting with greater and greater power into her crotch. Ritu felt a rather weak squirt of fluid seeping through her vagina but she gave a howl of pleasure as if her innards were being flooded with a tsunami of the Thakur's cum.
"Ah Ah Thakur-saab. You are flooding me with your cream. Don't stop. Don't stop."
Ritu saw that Rudra had not wasted this opportunity. Slowly, he parted the curtains and came out from behind them. Then in one fluid motion he picked up the two keys that were lying on the floor, raised them in his hands for his mother to see.
Ritu with the naked body of the Thakur heaving and thrusting against her own, smiled at him and gave a wink. Rudra made a quick gesture, pointing to something on the floor and then quickly and quietly glided out of view. Ritu gave her son another minute to leave the room safely and then slowly relaxed her grip on the Thakur's body.
"Aaah ..." he gave a sigh of pleasure as Ritu expertly flipped him on his back and started sucking at this rapidly shrinking penis. "Come on Thakur ... " she encouraged him, "I need more of your Rajput cream." She pressed his penis on her face to leave what looked like cum marks on her cheeks, her eyebrows and her forehead.
But the Thakur was spent. His age and the scotch in his blood was catching up with him. He would have happily crashed on the bed but suddenly he remembered.
"My chain, my keys? Where are they?"
"Oh they should be here on the bed .. let me find them for you." Ritu got off the bed and on her knees on the floor.
"Ah here they are ... look, on the floor"
"Where?" The Thakur scrambled off the bed as well and of course they were there on the floor. The two Mingbang keys, identical to look at as the ones that Rudra had walked away with, that they had picked up from their contact in Dhanbad last night, were lying on the floor along with the chain that Ritu had broken in her frenzy.
"Good." The Thakur was relieved, "but the chain is broken ..."
"Don't worry Thakur saab. Here is my gold chain, let me put the keys into it and then you can wear it around your neck again." With that she quickly removed her own thin gold chain, picked up the keys from the floor, threaded them on the chain and put the chain around the Thakur's neck.
"That is good." The Thakur was relieved. "Thank you Riturani ... "
"Don't thank me Thakur saab. That was the most fantastic fuck that I have ever had."
"I think the Devi has entered me ... I could feel it in my loins."
"Of course and if you can fuck Savita like this ... she will surely have a true Rajput child in her belly soon."
"I think I will go and fuck her now ..."
"I hope she is back from the Sandhi Puja. She was planning to be there for some time and wait for the prasad, the blessed fruits."
"Oh, the bitch. She is never around when I am horny."
"Would you like to wait for some time? We have the Irish Cream."
"No. I am tired ... and feeling sleepy."
"Let me help you to your bedroom."
"No I can walk." He got up and stumbled. The alcohol was finally getting to him.
Ritu helped his drunk father-in-law put on his patiala trouser and threw his shirt over his shoulder. She smiled to herself and kept the red polka dotted brief as memento for having taken his pants off. Then with an arm around his armpit she started walking.
"Thank you Riturani." The Thakur gave her a kiss, but did not mind the assistance that she had offered. The two of them walked out of the door.
Ten minutes later, Ritu returned to her room. Someone had switched off the lights and the room was dark. Her instincts stiffened in anxiety, in anticipation, and then she relaxed as she felt her son's hands hugging her to his chest.
"Where is he?" he whispered.
"Safely sleeping. He will not wake up till tomorrow midday."
"That was a fantastic performance Ma. I would have ejaculated had I not been so tense."
"It was good that I did not have to use my ring to knock him out."
"It was timed so beautifully .. just at the precise moment of the Sandhi Puja."
"That is when the Devi is at her strongest potential."
"You too were at your potent best."
"Was I? But your penis is at its potent best now."
"You will have to fix it Ma."
"Of course. I need to reward my son for carrying out this operation with such exquisite sangfroid."
"And since you have blocked the camera we can be on the bed itself."
"Please lock the door and come to me ... on the bed.
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The Trip
Part 3 Last
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap
The characteristic clapping sound that heralds the arrival of the hijras rent the air as dawn was breaking on Navami - the ninth day of the bright fortnight, and effectively the last day of Durga puja.
Hijras are a community of third genders - not eunuchs, not transgenders, not homosexuals, not shemales but who share certain characteristics with all - that are unique to South Asia. They dress like women and are aggressively effeminate when they are called upon to celebrate family events like marriage and childbirth. Clandestinely, and sometimes even publicly, they are very often quite lewd and overtly sexual, especially when called for sexual services by people with eclectic sexual preferences.
Ritu pushed her sleeping son, Rudra's morning wood away from her crotch and rolled away on the bed. The hijra clap was still ringing in her ears and she was still groggy from the Irish Cream that she and her son had had last night after getting the keys from the Thakur. She had rewarded her son's audacity with a scintillating blow job and was rewarded in return, for her heroic effort to keep the Thakur distracted, by having her vagina violated violently by his fingers until she had literally bounced off the bed in an exquisite orgasm.
Ritu put on a slip and peeped out of the window. Two beautiful hijras were standing at the door, one was clapping and the other was talking to Chotu and Budhia. Ritu watched as smiles were exchanged and the two visitors were led into the house. Soon enough, she could hear them through the door as they were brought to the other guest room, right across from theirs on the same floor. Were these hijrasgoing to be a part of the special festivities that the Thakur had planned for the Last Night of the Pujas?
Matters were cleared up by the Thakur at lunch where he introduced the hijras to the rest of the household.
"Shipra and Swati have come all the way from Calcutta to perform for us here, tonight."
"So do you speak Bengali?" Ritu had never had a chance to sit on the same table as hijras and despite the contempt that most people had for them, she found them to be quite nice and pleasant. Had it not been for a hint of masculinity in their features, they could have easily passed off as a little loudly dressed lady members of a boisterous party.
"We Kinnars .." Shipra referred to themselves with the more respectable name of Kinnar, "have our own Gupti language, but yes, living in Calcutta, we do speak Bengali."
"And of course we sing and dance to Bollywood music" added the ever smiling Swati, the younger and more exquisitely feminine of the duo.
"I have never had a chance to see Kinnars perform in a place like this."
"Would you be there?", Shipra was surprised. "Normally it is only men who enjoy our performances."
"Oh I really would not want to miss such an event. There is little that I cannot handle, even if it is something that women do not do."
"Aha, Didi goes both ways. We will have fun." Swati smiled.
"And who is this handsome hunk?" Shipra pointed to Rudra, "Looks like your son."
"That is Rudra and ... no he is not going to join the performance tonight."
"That's better." She dropped her voice. "He is perhaps too young for all this." Little did she know that Rudra would have handled all this quite well, but Savita had already booked him for one last fuck-fest before they left Topchanchi. Ironically, the Thakur had facilitated their tryst by barring her from what he knew could be a rather brutal performance.
It was quite late in the night and the Navami mehfil - an evening of courtly entertainment - was on in full swing. But unlike the traditional mehfil of poetry and Hindustani classical music, this was loud, lewd and as crude as the politician and his sidekick who were the guests for the evening.
Chotu and Budhia were busy serving liquor and food - to the guests, the performers and of course to Ritu and the Thakur - but tonight they were in the nude! Ritu had always suspected that they were gay but today, with a little wink and smile to Ritu, they were openly so. But the sight of their finely toned bodies fully nude and with their big, uncircumcised penises, was rather exciting for Ritu. What was more exciting was the dog collar that they had around their necks and the way the two politicians would hold the chain while fondling their balls and stroking their penises as they served food and beverages at the mehfil.
It was by now abundantly clear to Ritu that the Thakur was gay but this was a truth that was difficult to live with for anyone in the traditionally "virile" and "potent" Rajput community that had lorded over feudal Bihar and Jharkhand. Hence even though his body thought otherwise, the Thakur could not disclose, or even accept the fact that despite his vigorous attempts to the contrary, women could barely excite him. That is what Savita had referred to and even Ritu knew from first hand experience.
But today on the other hand, the sight of his naked servants proudly strutting around with erect penises was doing wonders to his libido and he was sporting a gigantic erection that he was openly and flagrantly stroking right in front of his guests. Perhaps it was the voyeur instinct too that was prodding him along - to see others nude and to be seen in the nude. The politician-guest was no slouch either. Not only was he drinking scotch like a fish but he and his partner were openly and brazenly pleasuring each other while watching a pornographic movie on the large screen TV on the wall.
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Meanwhile ... in the bedroom, and in sharp contrast to the debauchery in the big hall, a scene of immense tenderness was playing out on the Thakur's bed. Rudra and Savita had just had a most pleasant and successful fuck and once again Rudra must have emptied quite of few cups of his potent semen into Savita's womb. He was now relaxing on her chest.
"Rudra, you do not know what you mean to me, my son."
"It has been my pleasure as well, Mashi." He had dropped the meaningless reference to his technical grandmother and viewed Savita as his mother's sister, his aunt or mashi.
"This is the first time, someone has fucked me with so much love and care."
"You are like my mother to me .."
"When I was a randi, a whore, in Dhanbad, clients would fuck me and throw money on my face."
"I know."
"And the Thakur treats me a like a breeding machine, fucking me with his dry stick, while cursing me for being barren and not giving him a child."
"But hopefully that will change .."
"It is no more a hope, I know ..." There was a tone of certainty in Savita's voice.
"How?"
"A woman knows his body, kid. I felt it when you fucked be at the Devi Sthaan. I felt his presence."
"There is a baby in your belly?"
"I am sure. There are changes in my body I sense that I have never sensed before. I see her coming, or him"
"It will be the grace of the divine"
"And the potency of your seed and the hardness of your prick that delivered it to my womb."
"It was wonderful for me as well .."
"Have you been fucking your mother as well. Lucky girl to have a stud like you."
"Technically, I haven't penetrated her womb with my penis .. that is still off limits for me."
"I know, but I wonder why Ritu is such a prude? What purpose does it serve to keep you out of her cunt?"
"That was for my Father, her first lover."
"You will be gone tomorrow? How will I live without my lover boy, kiddo?"
"My mother and I shall come back again."
"Even if she doesn't, promise me that you will come back and make love to me again."
"I will mashi, I will ..."
"So start now, your prick has had a lot of rest ... time to make it hard again." With that she jumped on his naked body and started kissing him again from his lips, his chin, down his neck, his chest, his belly, his navel, his hairy pubis and finally reached the now hard and erect prick. Rudra ran his fingers through her hair and pushed her face into his crotch as he felt his prick slid into her hungry mouth and thudded into the back of her throat.
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In the hall next door, the merriment was moving to the next level. The movie was over and so was a lot scotch. Many pricks had been stroked - first Chotu and Budhia and then the Thakur and his guests until, one of the guests had had a messy ejaculation, much to the amusement of the two kinnars. Finally it was time for Shipra and Swati and as Chotu and Budhia dimmed the lights, the two lovely "ladies" finally took the stage with the most lascivious and provocative of dances that would have even made a rope on the floor stand up as in the Indian Rope Trick! As the dance progressed, the two kinnars dropped their clothes until all that they had were their panties. With their finely feminine faces framed in their thick tresses that cascaded down their back and on their breasts, who would ever know that they were not women but hijras. But the best was yet to come. With infinite grace, the two hijras dropped their panties and all of a sudden their uncut penises were dancing with glee. The Thakur and his guests gave a yell of pleasure and jumped on stage with them and started pulling at their breasts and their penises that had become hard and erect.
Ritu was watching all this from her perch on the couch but the kinnar shemales - with their big tits and long penises - were truly seductive. Leaving aside the gross Thakur and his lecherous guests, Ritu attention was fixated on the beautiful kinnarsand suddenly she felt a new wetness at her crotch. She slid her hands under her saree and started to finger her clitoris as well. Swati noticed Ritu quietly fingering herself and gave a wink to her partner Shipra. Suddenly and with a whoop of glee, the two kinnars descended on her and pulled her onto the stage. Then in a series of deft movements and with no obvious resistance from Ritu, they stripped her naked and soon all three Ritu, Shipra and Swati were all dancing on the stage to the music of Bollywood that Chotu, who had taken on the role of the DJ for the night, was playing. The atmosphere was electric with the three nude "ladies" swaying to the music. Naked bodies were writhing first on stage and then on the floor as suddenly everyone seemed to be fondling and groping everyone else.
"Didi, would you want to join us for the final show?" Swati was whispering in her ear.
"What would you want me to do?" Ritu was feeling a little light headed.
"You will love it .. I assure you."
"Ok." Was it a moment of madness?
"Great ..." she made a gesture to Chotu, with whom she had set up a good rapport.
The lights dimmed and flashed and then Shipra and Swati helped Ritu to the stage and all three of them were dancing in gay abandon and in the nude. Then she suddenly found herself on all fours with Shipra in front and Swati behind her. Shipra's penis was on her lip and she found herself sucking "her" penis. Then she felt Swati's penis pressing doggy style into her cunt. This was an amazing sight. Ritu on her knees, Shipra with her hands in her hair, pulling her face into her prick and Swati pulling her butt into hers! And all three swaying to the tune of the latest Bollywood hits.
But the sheer eroticism of the scene proved catastrophic! The Thakur got so excited with the sight that all of a sudden he gave a shout.
"Chotu, Budhia ... go and call Savita here." The two servants were taken aback.
"Huzoor ... Sir, you want Savita-devi here?" Budhia was shocked at the thought of the mistress being dragged into the debauchery.
"Shut up. I am all charged up and I want to fuck the old cow here and now."
"Ok sir, I will ask her ..."
"Don't ask, drag her here."
But Chotu and Budhia were not the only ones who were hesitant about dragging the mistress of the household to this orgy. Ritu too, through a fog of alcohol and sex, realised that Chotu and Budhia in the Thakur's bedroom would be a disaster for Rudra and Savita. With no other option left she started squeezing her special bangle with great urgency.
Rudra had just finished another torrid session of sex with Savita and was about to relax when the bangle at his wrist began to vibrate hysterically.
"Mashi .. I think someone is coming this way." He jumped out of bed and had barely picked up his clothes when there was a knock on the door. Savita had taken the basic precaution of bolting the door so there was no immediate danger of discovery.
"Go hide in the inner room." she whispered to Rudra and then slowly, taking her time, she wrapped a saree around her naked body and opened the door.
Ritu was waiting with baited breath and heaved a sigh of relief when Chotu and Budhia, still naked, led Savita into the room. The two kinnars were still performing on stage, but the Thakur was no more in any mood to see them. In his own sexual frenzy he was convinced that perhaps with the blessings of the kinnars, he could at last impregnate his wife.
Chotu and Budhia were very much hesitant to see their mistress being raped and humiliated in public and tried to slink away but the exhibitionist in the Thakur would not allow that. He had his servants actually hold down Savita's hands while the two Kinnars lifted her legs to expose her cunt so that he could press his big, erect penis into her. For Savita it was the third fuck of the evening and it was so very different from the first two. But nevertheless, as a woman, her body was responding to the hardness that was sliding in and out of her and soon enough she gave a cry of pleasure and shivered with excitement. The Thakur too gave a howl of pleasure - or was it dismay, masked as pleasure? That would only be known between him and his wife.
Ritu was on tenterhooks! Now that everyone was here, she had the urge to run to the bedroom and work on the safe but she dare not leave this room lest she lose control over the situation. Then all of a sudden, her bangle vibrated - just once, but for a long time and then stopped. Was that the "All Clear" signal? Her eyes strayed to the door which was now slightly open and behind it was Rudra, in the darkness of the passage. She could not see his face but he had his thumbs up! Success! Now it was time to plan for a quick exit.
The Thakur was still fucking his wife but with waning energy. Chotu and Budhia had drifted away and since all the guests were drunk and possibly dead to the world, their own world had finally lit up. The two gay lovers could now have the time of their lives without having to run errands and obey commands. The two Kinnars too were more relaxed. They had picked up a drink each and along with Ritu - and all three were still naked - were huddled in a corner.
"Wow! What a night! What a performance!" Ritu complimented the two kinnars.
"Did you enjoy it didi?"
"I have never, ever been to an orgy like this."
"True. This was rather extravagant. Normally we kinnars end up getting raped in places like this."
"Good that the Thakur's guest got drunk so soon .."
"And the Thakur himself was keen to fuck his wife."
"He wants a son."
"He will never have one"
"How do you know?"
"We kinnars have a sense. That Thakur is as sterile as a mule. Even though he may have a big cock."
"But what if you are wrong?"
"We are never wrong, but then there are other ways to have a son .." Swati smiled.
"But anyway, we have to leave soon."
"Now? In the middle of the night?"
"It's well past midnight ... and at 3:00 AM we plan to board Bombay Mail at Parasnath station."
"We are scheduled to perform at another event tomorrow, for Dusserah."
"But how will you leave now at the middle of the night?"
"Oh, the Thakur has booked a car for us. That was a part of the contract that we had with him. It will be here soon."
"Can we come along with you? We are planning to go Bombay as well."
"Sure, but will you be able to get into the train? Without a reservation?"
"We will do something." Ritu smiled. "Perhaps we will get into a general carriage." But of course she knew that as senior officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence, boarding a train would be the least of all challenges. She would just have to give a call to her Delhi HQ and the night duty staff will sort it out for her.
Rudra was waiting with a small leather pouch that he handed to his mother as she rushed into their room. Ritu took a quick look in the pouch, smiled and gave her son a big kiss, right on his lips. Rudra hugged her and tried to prolong the kiss, but Ritu would have none of it.
"The kinnars are leaving just now. We will go along with them."
"Now? So late"
"They have a car and it's going to the station. Quick pack up." She was already dialling a number on her cell.
A few minutes later, the four of them, mother, son and the two kinnars - now dressed demurely as two peasant women - were waiting in the drawing room for the cab to arrive. Suddenly the door of the private drawing room opened and Savita appeared, followed by the two servants, and all three in the nude.
"Rudra, Ritu are you leaving?"
"Yes Savita-di. We will leave along with the kinnars."
The heard the sound of a car arriving and the two kinnars departed first.
"I will not hold you back in this Den of Vice anymore ... but Rudra .." she looked at her lover.
"Yes Mashi .."
"You will come back, won't you?" She was almost pleading.
"Yes I will, I promise ... I'll be back" and he stepped forward and kissed her before turning and following the two kinnars to the car.
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Thirteen months later, Ritu and Rudra were back at Topchanchi. This time it was not Durga Puja but Deepawali, the festival of lights and unlike last time, there was a warm welcome for them. Chotu and Budhia were waiting for them at the garden gate and at the door of the main house was Savita herself, resplendent in the finest finery. In her arms and sleeping peacefully on her shoulders was a little baby.
"Oh hello Rudra, Ritu .. what a pleasure to see you again."
"I am back," smiled Rudra, "Just as I had said I will."
"Come, come ... come let us go into the drawing room."
"Things have changed a lot here, Savita."
"Yes," her voice dropped to a whisper, "after the Thakur passed away."
"What happened?"
"It was all very sudden. You know about a month after you left, just before Deepawali last year, my pregnancy was confirmed." She smiled. "Even though I had known it all along."
"And then?"
"The Thakur was all agog with excitement .. even though he was quite puzzled, as you would of course know why." She smiled, so did Ritu.
"That evening he was in a generous mood and decided that he will give me a big gift ... a family heirloom or something. Then he took me to the inner bedroom, you know the one behind ours." Rudra and Ritu nodded, of course they knew.
"Then there was this calamity."
"What?"
"There is a safe in the room and the Thakur had always the keys around his neck, but that night, the keys failed to open the safe."
"Really?"
"The Thakur went berserk. He was in a towering rage and threw a huge tantrum. I don't know what was there in that safe but he was so upset that night that he had a cerebral attack and passed away before daybreak."
"That is sad."
"I have no regrets. He was so very abusive that I think it was deliverance. I am quite happy now with Chotu and Budhia to manage the house."
"That's great and of course you have wonderful baby."
"And I know whom I should thank for him."
"But what was there in the safe?" Rudra had a quizzical smile on his face.
"I have no idea"
"Let's take a look."
The three of them trooped into the inner room and Savita got the shock of her life when her lover, Rudra, took out a key from his pocket and casually opened the safe!
"Where did you get the key?"
"Why do you think we came here last year?" Ritu smiled and then between the two of them they told Savita the whole story.
"My God. What an adventure? You could have told me straight away and I would have helped you."
"How would we know how devoted you would be to your husband? We could not take a chance!"
"But then what if he had not called me to his orgy that night? How would you have opened the safe?"
"I did have a little bottle of chloroform that I would have pressed on your face and you would have just woken up next morning without a clue about what had happened after that fantastic fuck."
"Wow, but what did you take from the safe?"
"Ah here it is." Ritu opened her bag and pulled out the leather pouch and poured its contents on the bench in front of the safe ... a king's ransom of huge red rubies, green emeralds, blue sapphires and dazzling white diamonds!
Savita was spellbound! But her reverie was broken when Ritu picked up big red ruby and pressed it into the palm of the little boy sleeping on his mother's shoulder. "That is for SasThicharan". That was the name that Ritu had recommended for the boy who was conceived on SasThi, the sixth day of Durga Puja."
"Fantastic, unbelievable."
"But is there anything else in that safe?"
"I did pull out all that I could, but perhaps there is something more."
"Let's take a look ... " Ritu plunged her hand inside and pulled out a wad of papers.
Based on the papers that was found in the safe at Topchanchi, it was established that Rudra's father Raghunandan was the illegitimate son of the erstwhile Raja of Shyamgarh, one of the last feudal estates of post-Independence India. What was even more interesting was that Raghunandan's mother, the Thakur's first wife had visited the Devi Sthaan before she could bear a child.
"So both Rudra's father and his son were conceived in that sacred grotto. We must go back there again and pay our respects to the Devi there."
But strangely enough, despite all their efforts, Savita, Rudra and even Ritu, with all her intelligence connections, could never find the route through the hills that led to the secret grotto.
The Devi reveals herself only to those who need and deserve her help.
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by kaypee
Part 3 Last
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap
Clap ... Clap ... Clap-Clap-Clap
The characteristic clapping sound that heralds the arrival of the hijras rent the air as dawn was breaking on Navami - the ninth day of the bright fortnight, and effectively the last day of Durga puja.
Hijras are a community of third genders - not eunuchs, not transgenders, not homosexuals, not shemales but who share certain characteristics with all - that are unique to South Asia. They dress like women and are aggressively effeminate when they are called upon to celebrate family events like marriage and childbirth. Clandestinely, and sometimes even publicly, they are very often quite lewd and overtly sexual, especially when called for sexual services by people with eclectic sexual preferences.
Ritu pushed her sleeping son, Rudra's morning wood away from her crotch and rolled away on the bed. The hijra clap was still ringing in her ears and she was still groggy from the Irish Cream that she and her son had had last night after getting the keys from the Thakur. She had rewarded her son's audacity with a scintillating blow job and was rewarded in return, for her heroic effort to keep the Thakur distracted, by having her vagina violated violently by his fingers until she had literally bounced off the bed in an exquisite orgasm.
Ritu put on a slip and peeped out of the window. Two beautiful hijras were standing at the door, one was clapping and the other was talking to Chotu and Budhia. Ritu watched as smiles were exchanged and the two visitors were led into the house. Soon enough, she could hear them through the door as they were brought to the other guest room, right across from theirs on the same floor. Were these hijrasgoing to be a part of the special festivities that the Thakur had planned for the Last Night of the Pujas?
Matters were cleared up by the Thakur at lunch where he introduced the hijras to the rest of the household.
"Shipra and Swati have come all the way from Calcutta to perform for us here, tonight."
"So do you speak Bengali?" Ritu had never had a chance to sit on the same table as hijras and despite the contempt that most people had for them, she found them to be quite nice and pleasant. Had it not been for a hint of masculinity in their features, they could have easily passed off as a little loudly dressed lady members of a boisterous party.
"We Kinnars .." Shipra referred to themselves with the more respectable name of Kinnar, "have our own Gupti language, but yes, living in Calcutta, we do speak Bengali."
"And of course we sing and dance to Bollywood music" added the ever smiling Swati, the younger and more exquisitely feminine of the duo.
"I have never had a chance to see Kinnars perform in a place like this."
"Would you be there?", Shipra was surprised. "Normally it is only men who enjoy our performances."
"Oh I really would not want to miss such an event. There is little that I cannot handle, even if it is something that women do not do."
"Aha, Didi goes both ways. We will have fun." Swati smiled.
"And who is this handsome hunk?" Shipra pointed to Rudra, "Looks like your son."
"That is Rudra and ... no he is not going to join the performance tonight."
"That's better." She dropped her voice. "He is perhaps too young for all this." Little did she know that Rudra would have handled all this quite well, but Savita had already booked him for one last fuck-fest before they left Topchanchi. Ironically, the Thakur had facilitated their tryst by barring her from what he knew could be a rather brutal performance.
It was quite late in the night and the Navami mehfil - an evening of courtly entertainment - was on in full swing. But unlike the traditional mehfil of poetry and Hindustani classical music, this was loud, lewd and as crude as the politician and his sidekick who were the guests for the evening.
Chotu and Budhia were busy serving liquor and food - to the guests, the performers and of course to Ritu and the Thakur - but tonight they were in the nude! Ritu had always suspected that they were gay but today, with a little wink and smile to Ritu, they were openly so. But the sight of their finely toned bodies fully nude and with their big, uncircumcised penises, was rather exciting for Ritu. What was more exciting was the dog collar that they had around their necks and the way the two politicians would hold the chain while fondling their balls and stroking their penises as they served food and beverages at the mehfil.
It was by now abundantly clear to Ritu that the Thakur was gay but this was a truth that was difficult to live with for anyone in the traditionally "virile" and "potent" Rajput community that had lorded over feudal Bihar and Jharkhand. Hence even though his body thought otherwise, the Thakur could not disclose, or even accept the fact that despite his vigorous attempts to the contrary, women could barely excite him. That is what Savita had referred to and even Ritu knew from first hand experience.
But today on the other hand, the sight of his naked servants proudly strutting around with erect penises was doing wonders to his libido and he was sporting a gigantic erection that he was openly and flagrantly stroking right in front of his guests. Perhaps it was the voyeur instinct too that was prodding him along - to see others nude and to be seen in the nude. The politician-guest was no slouch either. Not only was he drinking scotch like a fish but he and his partner were openly and brazenly pleasuring each other while watching a pornographic movie on the large screen TV on the wall.
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Meanwhile ... in the bedroom, and in sharp contrast to the debauchery in the big hall, a scene of immense tenderness was playing out on the Thakur's bed. Rudra and Savita had just had a most pleasant and successful fuck and once again Rudra must have emptied quite of few cups of his potent semen into Savita's womb. He was now relaxing on her chest.
"Rudra, you do not know what you mean to me, my son."
"It has been my pleasure as well, Mashi." He had dropped the meaningless reference to his technical grandmother and viewed Savita as his mother's sister, his aunt or mashi.
"This is the first time, someone has fucked me with so much love and care."
"You are like my mother to me .."
"When I was a randi, a whore, in Dhanbad, clients would fuck me and throw money on my face."
"I know."
"And the Thakur treats me a like a breeding machine, fucking me with his dry stick, while cursing me for being barren and not giving him a child."
"But hopefully that will change .."
"It is no more a hope, I know ..." There was a tone of certainty in Savita's voice.
"How?"
"A woman knows his body, kid. I felt it when you fucked be at the Devi Sthaan. I felt his presence."
"There is a baby in your belly?"
"I am sure. There are changes in my body I sense that I have never sensed before. I see her coming, or him"
"It will be the grace of the divine"
"And the potency of your seed and the hardness of your prick that delivered it to my womb."
"It was wonderful for me as well .."
"Have you been fucking your mother as well. Lucky girl to have a stud like you."
"Technically, I haven't penetrated her womb with my penis .. that is still off limits for me."
"I know, but I wonder why Ritu is such a prude? What purpose does it serve to keep you out of her cunt?"
"That was for my Father, her first lover."
"You will be gone tomorrow? How will I live without my lover boy, kiddo?"
"My mother and I shall come back again."
"Even if she doesn't, promise me that you will come back and make love to me again."
"I will mashi, I will ..."
"So start now, your prick has had a lot of rest ... time to make it hard again." With that she jumped on his naked body and started kissing him again from his lips, his chin, down his neck, his chest, his belly, his navel, his hairy pubis and finally reached the now hard and erect prick. Rudra ran his fingers through her hair and pushed her face into his crotch as he felt his prick slid into her hungry mouth and thudded into the back of her throat.
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In the hall next door, the merriment was moving to the next level. The movie was over and so was a lot scotch. Many pricks had been stroked - first Chotu and Budhia and then the Thakur and his guests until, one of the guests had had a messy ejaculation, much to the amusement of the two kinnars. Finally it was time for Shipra and Swati and as Chotu and Budhia dimmed the lights, the two lovely "ladies" finally took the stage with the most lascivious and provocative of dances that would have even made a rope on the floor stand up as in the Indian Rope Trick! As the dance progressed, the two kinnars dropped their clothes until all that they had were their panties. With their finely feminine faces framed in their thick tresses that cascaded down their back and on their breasts, who would ever know that they were not women but hijras. But the best was yet to come. With infinite grace, the two hijras dropped their panties and all of a sudden their uncut penises were dancing with glee. The Thakur and his guests gave a yell of pleasure and jumped on stage with them and started pulling at their breasts and their penises that had become hard and erect.
Ritu was watching all this from her perch on the couch but the kinnar shemales - with their big tits and long penises - were truly seductive. Leaving aside the gross Thakur and his lecherous guests, Ritu attention was fixated on the beautiful kinnarsand suddenly she felt a new wetness at her crotch. She slid her hands under her saree and started to finger her clitoris as well. Swati noticed Ritu quietly fingering herself and gave a wink to her partner Shipra. Suddenly and with a whoop of glee, the two kinnars descended on her and pulled her onto the stage. Then in a series of deft movements and with no obvious resistance from Ritu, they stripped her naked and soon all three Ritu, Shipra and Swati were all dancing on the stage to the music of Bollywood that Chotu, who had taken on the role of the DJ for the night, was playing. The atmosphere was electric with the three nude "ladies" swaying to the music. Naked bodies were writhing first on stage and then on the floor as suddenly everyone seemed to be fondling and groping everyone else.
"Didi, would you want to join us for the final show?" Swati was whispering in her ear.
"What would you want me to do?" Ritu was feeling a little light headed.
"You will love it .. I assure you."
"Ok." Was it a moment of madness?
"Great ..." she made a gesture to Chotu, with whom she had set up a good rapport.
The lights dimmed and flashed and then Shipra and Swati helped Ritu to the stage and all three of them were dancing in gay abandon and in the nude. Then she suddenly found herself on all fours with Shipra in front and Swati behind her. Shipra's penis was on her lip and she found herself sucking "her" penis. Then she felt Swati's penis pressing doggy style into her cunt. This was an amazing sight. Ritu on her knees, Shipra with her hands in her hair, pulling her face into her prick and Swati pulling her butt into hers! And all three swaying to the tune of the latest Bollywood hits.
But the sheer eroticism of the scene proved catastrophic! The Thakur got so excited with the sight that all of a sudden he gave a shout.
"Chotu, Budhia ... go and call Savita here." The two servants were taken aback.
"Huzoor ... Sir, you want Savita-devi here?" Budhia was shocked at the thought of the mistress being dragged into the debauchery.
"Shut up. I am all charged up and I want to fuck the old cow here and now."
"Ok sir, I will ask her ..."
"Don't ask, drag her here."
But Chotu and Budhia were not the only ones who were hesitant about dragging the mistress of the household to this orgy. Ritu too, through a fog of alcohol and sex, realised that Chotu and Budhia in the Thakur's bedroom would be a disaster for Rudra and Savita. With no other option left she started squeezing her special bangle with great urgency.
Rudra had just finished another torrid session of sex with Savita and was about to relax when the bangle at his wrist began to vibrate hysterically.
"Mashi .. I think someone is coming this way." He jumped out of bed and had barely picked up his clothes when there was a knock on the door. Savita had taken the basic precaution of bolting the door so there was no immediate danger of discovery.
"Go hide in the inner room." she whispered to Rudra and then slowly, taking her time, she wrapped a saree around her naked body and opened the door.
Ritu was waiting with baited breath and heaved a sigh of relief when Chotu and Budhia, still naked, led Savita into the room. The two kinnars were still performing on stage, but the Thakur was no more in any mood to see them. In his own sexual frenzy he was convinced that perhaps with the blessings of the kinnars, he could at last impregnate his wife.
Chotu and Budhia were very much hesitant to see their mistress being raped and humiliated in public and tried to slink away but the exhibitionist in the Thakur would not allow that. He had his servants actually hold down Savita's hands while the two Kinnars lifted her legs to expose her cunt so that he could press his big, erect penis into her. For Savita it was the third fuck of the evening and it was so very different from the first two. But nevertheless, as a woman, her body was responding to the hardness that was sliding in and out of her and soon enough she gave a cry of pleasure and shivered with excitement. The Thakur too gave a howl of pleasure - or was it dismay, masked as pleasure? That would only be known between him and his wife.
Ritu was on tenterhooks! Now that everyone was here, she had the urge to run to the bedroom and work on the safe but she dare not leave this room lest she lose control over the situation. Then all of a sudden, her bangle vibrated - just once, but for a long time and then stopped. Was that the "All Clear" signal? Her eyes strayed to the door which was now slightly open and behind it was Rudra, in the darkness of the passage. She could not see his face but he had his thumbs up! Success! Now it was time to plan for a quick exit.
The Thakur was still fucking his wife but with waning energy. Chotu and Budhia had drifted away and since all the guests were drunk and possibly dead to the world, their own world had finally lit up. The two gay lovers could now have the time of their lives without having to run errands and obey commands. The two Kinnars too were more relaxed. They had picked up a drink each and along with Ritu - and all three were still naked - were huddled in a corner.
"Wow! What a night! What a performance!" Ritu complimented the two kinnars.
"Did you enjoy it didi?"
"I have never, ever been to an orgy like this."
"True. This was rather extravagant. Normally we kinnars end up getting raped in places like this."
"Good that the Thakur's guest got drunk so soon .."
"And the Thakur himself was keen to fuck his wife."
"He wants a son."
"He will never have one"
"How do you know?"
"We kinnars have a sense. That Thakur is as sterile as a mule. Even though he may have a big cock."
"But what if you are wrong?"
"We are never wrong, but then there are other ways to have a son .." Swati smiled.
"But anyway, we have to leave soon."
"Now? In the middle of the night?"
"It's well past midnight ... and at 3:00 AM we plan to board Bombay Mail at Parasnath station."
"We are scheduled to perform at another event tomorrow, for Dusserah."
"But how will you leave now at the middle of the night?"
"Oh, the Thakur has booked a car for us. That was a part of the contract that we had with him. It will be here soon."
"Can we come along with you? We are planning to go Bombay as well."
"Sure, but will you be able to get into the train? Without a reservation?"
"We will do something." Ritu smiled. "Perhaps we will get into a general carriage." But of course she knew that as senior officer in the Directorate of Revenue Intelligence, boarding a train would be the least of all challenges. She would just have to give a call to her Delhi HQ and the night duty staff will sort it out for her.
Rudra was waiting with a small leather pouch that he handed to his mother as she rushed into their room. Ritu took a quick look in the pouch, smiled and gave her son a big kiss, right on his lips. Rudra hugged her and tried to prolong the kiss, but Ritu would have none of it.
"The kinnars are leaving just now. We will go along with them."
"Now? So late"
"They have a car and it's going to the station. Quick pack up." She was already dialling a number on her cell.
A few minutes later, the four of them, mother, son and the two kinnars - now dressed demurely as two peasant women - were waiting in the drawing room for the cab to arrive. Suddenly the door of the private drawing room opened and Savita appeared, followed by the two servants, and all three in the nude.
"Rudra, Ritu are you leaving?"
"Yes Savita-di. We will leave along with the kinnars."
The heard the sound of a car arriving and the two kinnars departed first.
"I will not hold you back in this Den of Vice anymore ... but Rudra .." she looked at her lover.
"Yes Mashi .."
"You will come back, won't you?" She was almost pleading.
"Yes I will, I promise ... I'll be back" and he stepped forward and kissed her before turning and following the two kinnars to the car.
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Thirteen months later, Ritu and Rudra were back at Topchanchi. This time it was not Durga Puja but Deepawali, the festival of lights and unlike last time, there was a warm welcome for them. Chotu and Budhia were waiting for them at the garden gate and at the door of the main house was Savita herself, resplendent in the finest finery. In her arms and sleeping peacefully on her shoulders was a little baby.
"Oh hello Rudra, Ritu .. what a pleasure to see you again."
"I am back," smiled Rudra, "Just as I had said I will."
"Come, come ... come let us go into the drawing room."
"Things have changed a lot here, Savita."
"Yes," her voice dropped to a whisper, "after the Thakur passed away."
"What happened?"
"It was all very sudden. You know about a month after you left, just before Deepawali last year, my pregnancy was confirmed." She smiled. "Even though I had known it all along."
"And then?"
"The Thakur was all agog with excitement .. even though he was quite puzzled, as you would of course know why." She smiled, so did Ritu.
"That evening he was in a generous mood and decided that he will give me a big gift ... a family heirloom or something. Then he took me to the inner bedroom, you know the one behind ours." Rudra and Ritu nodded, of course they knew.
"Then there was this calamity."
"What?"
"There is a safe in the room and the Thakur had always the keys around his neck, but that night, the keys failed to open the safe."
"Really?"
"The Thakur went berserk. He was in a towering rage and threw a huge tantrum. I don't know what was there in that safe but he was so upset that night that he had a cerebral attack and passed away before daybreak."
"That is sad."
"I have no regrets. He was so very abusive that I think it was deliverance. I am quite happy now with Chotu and Budhia to manage the house."
"That's great and of course you have wonderful baby."
"And I know whom I should thank for him."
"But what was there in the safe?" Rudra had a quizzical smile on his face.
"I have no idea"
"Let's take a look."
The three of them trooped into the inner room and Savita got the shock of her life when her lover, Rudra, took out a key from his pocket and casually opened the safe!
"Where did you get the key?"
"Why do you think we came here last year?" Ritu smiled and then between the two of them they told Savita the whole story.
"My God. What an adventure? You could have told me straight away and I would have helped you."
"How would we know how devoted you would be to your husband? We could not take a chance!"
"But then what if he had not called me to his orgy that night? How would you have opened the safe?"
"I did have a little bottle of chloroform that I would have pressed on your face and you would have just woken up next morning without a clue about what had happened after that fantastic fuck."
"Wow, but what did you take from the safe?"
"Ah here it is." Ritu opened her bag and pulled out the leather pouch and poured its contents on the bench in front of the safe ... a king's ransom of huge red rubies, green emeralds, blue sapphires and dazzling white diamonds!
Savita was spellbound! But her reverie was broken when Ritu picked up big red ruby and pressed it into the palm of the little boy sleeping on his mother's shoulder. "That is for SasThicharan". That was the name that Ritu had recommended for the boy who was conceived on SasThi, the sixth day of Durga Puja."
"Fantastic, unbelievable."
"But is there anything else in that safe?"
"I did pull out all that I could, but perhaps there is something more."
"Let's take a look ... " Ritu plunged her hand inside and pulled out a wad of papers.
Based on the papers that was found in the safe at Topchanchi, it was established that Rudra's father Raghunandan was the illegitimate son of the erstwhile Raja of Shyamgarh, one of the last feudal estates of post-Independence India. What was even more interesting was that Raghunandan's mother, the Thakur's first wife had visited the Devi Sthaan before she could bear a child.
"So both Rudra's father and his son were conceived in that sacred grotto. We must go back there again and pay our respects to the Devi there."
But strangely enough, despite all their efforts, Savita, Rudra and even Ritu, with all her intelligence connections, could never find the route through the hills that led to the secret grotto.
The Devi reveals herself only to those who need and deserve her help.
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by kaypee
Maya
My name is Maya, I come from a very conservative family. I have a sweet face with long black hair which I always wear in a braid and I have olive skin tone. My boobs are a nice 34C but I’m always dressed in long sleeved blouses and below the knee a line skirts so no one can really tell what my figure looks like.
However, I started to have sexual feelings from a very young age. I used to masturbate in my room ever since I was 12 years old. Being an only child I often had the house to myself and would spend all my free time masturbating.
Once I was so horny I rubbed whipped cream all over my body and masturbated with a 7 inch banana. I didn’t penetrate deep though as I knew I had to keep my virginity for my future husband. I would play with my clit long enough and cum over and over again, this is how I spent all my free time when I was at home alone. I would fantasise of Eric the hottest guy in school and masturbate in the privacy of my room.
There was a period where I would use a hose and allow the water to hit my clit by controlling the water pressure with my thumb. I used to have multiple orgasms doing that. I pretty much enjoyed being alone at home and I experimented with my body many times.
So by the time I was 16 my body longed to be fucked. I knew I could never do it with a man because I had to uphold my family’s dignity.
One day however all that would change. I just had my shower and my hair was wet, I put on a summer dress without any underwear and went downstairs to watch tv. At this time the doorbell rang and I was startled as I wasn’t expecting anyone. I went to the door and two handsome young men asked me if they could come in to conduct a survey on what teens did during their free time. They explained that the survey was to help understand drug abuse among teens. I reluctantly allowed them in as I wasn’t dressed up to entertain guests. They asked me what I did during my free time and I lied, saying I read books and watched tv. Suddenly I noticed Jeff looking at my boobs. I looked down and noticed my dress had been exposed, almost revealing my nipples. I quickly tried to straighten out my dress but it kept slipping down. Carl asked me “What type of programs do you watch Sweetie”? And I looked down and said “Oh documentaries and stuff like that”, I looked up to see both Jeff and Carl starting at my boobs. I looked at my dress and noticed that my dress had slipped down my boobs so low that my right nipple was exposed. Before I could do anything I noticed Jeff’s dick bulge, I looked at Carl and his dick had a bulge too, I couldn’t take my eyes of it as I grew horny. Thoughts of these two studs fucking me ran through my head and looking into their eyes I could tell they were thinking of fucking me too.
“Have you fucked your boyfriend”? Carl suddenly asked. “I don’t have one” I mumbled not looking at him. “Really? But you are fucking hot”. Jeff said not taking his eyes off my boobs.
“Please leave” I said softly but Jeff leaned down and kissed my lips passionately. This was my first kiss and it was mind blowing, I responded with moans as Jeff squeezed my right boob and Carl squeezed my left. ”I’m a virgin” I said as both Carl and Jeff undressed in front of me. ”Not for long baby” Carl said with a grin. Jeff pulled off my dress and I was completely naked. Jeff told Carl. ”Looks like this little slut is prepared to be fucked”. I was so turned on by then, I started to get wet. Jeff lifted me up on his dick my face facing his and he pumped my wet pussy. It wasn’t hard to enter my pussy because I had stretched it while masturbating all these years. But when the hymen broke I felt a sharp pain mixed with pleasure. ”Oh so you are a virgin” Jeff said as he pounded my pussy. I was moaning and kissing his lips as he pounded my pussy faster and harder. No amount of masturbation can measure with the pleasure I was currently experiencing. ”Hey Jeff turn her around so that I can see what her lips can do” Carl said and Jeff immediately lifted me up and turned me around so that I was facing Carl. Jeff continued to fuck my wet pussy and Carl brought hid dick up to my mouth ”Suck me like you suck a lollipop slut” he said and I immediately obliged. I’ve never tasted a dick in my mouth and I was loving every inch of it. Carl must have been 8 inches long and his dick was thick, I sucked him like my life depended on it and he kept encouraging me ” Yessss bitch keep sucking like the slut you’re meant to be”. As Jeff thrust his dick into my pussy I came all over his dick which made him fuck me harder. I was moaning as I sucked Carl and Jeff squeezed my boobs while twisting my nipples. I wanted this. It felt so good. ” You having a good time aren’t you bitch, this is what you actually do during your free time isn’t it” Jeff said as he slapped my ass and shot hid load of cum into my throbbing pussy.
Jeff still had his limp dick in my pussy as I continued to suck Carl. Within seconds Carl came all over my mouth and breasts. I swallowed most of his cum and he collapsed on the couch. Jeff lifted me up and said. ”We have just started, did you enjoy that session ”? ”Yes I said with a smile. ”Good, now make us some coffee and and come back here as we are going to fuck you all afternoon”.
I walked naked into the kitchen and prepared three cups of coffee. Jeff and Carl watched as I walked past them. When I got back I noticed they were nice and hard again, ready for the next session.
I put the tray on the side table and jumped on to Carls lap, I wanted his thick dick in my pussy and he was only too pleased to oblige.
Jeff took a video of Carl fucking my pussy and said ”Whore, you now belong to us and you’ll be ready to fuck anytime we want”. I smiled and said ”Yes master”as Jeff grabbed me and fucked me standing up. My legs wrapped around his waist as Carl recorded the entire thing. I was satisfied.
My name is Maya, I come from a very conservative family. I have a sweet face with long black hair which I always wear in a braid and I have olive skin tone. My boobs are a nice 34C but I’m always dressed in long sleeved blouses and below the knee a line skirts so no one can really tell what my figure looks like.
However, I started to have sexual feelings from a very young age. I used to masturbate in my room ever since I was 12 years old. Being an only child I often had the house to myself and would spend all my free time masturbating.
Once I was so horny I rubbed whipped cream all over my body and masturbated with a 7 inch banana. I didn’t penetrate deep though as I knew I had to keep my virginity for my future husband. I would play with my clit long enough and cum over and over again, this is how I spent all my free time when I was at home alone. I would fantasise of Eric the hottest guy in school and masturbate in the privacy of my room.
There was a period where I would use a hose and allow the water to hit my clit by controlling the water pressure with my thumb. I used to have multiple orgasms doing that. I pretty much enjoyed being alone at home and I experimented with my body many times.
So by the time I was 16 my body longed to be fucked. I knew I could never do it with a man because I had to uphold my family’s dignity.
One day however all that would change. I just had my shower and my hair was wet, I put on a summer dress without any underwear and went downstairs to watch tv. At this time the doorbell rang and I was startled as I wasn’t expecting anyone. I went to the door and two handsome young men asked me if they could come in to conduct a survey on what teens did during their free time. They explained that the survey was to help understand drug abuse among teens. I reluctantly allowed them in as I wasn’t dressed up to entertain guests. They asked me what I did during my free time and I lied, saying I read books and watched tv. Suddenly I noticed Jeff looking at my boobs. I looked down and noticed my dress had been exposed, almost revealing my nipples. I quickly tried to straighten out my dress but it kept slipping down. Carl asked me “What type of programs do you watch Sweetie”? And I looked down and said “Oh documentaries and stuff like that”, I looked up to see both Jeff and Carl starting at my boobs. I looked at my dress and noticed that my dress had slipped down my boobs so low that my right nipple was exposed. Before I could do anything I noticed Jeff’s dick bulge, I looked at Carl and his dick had a bulge too, I couldn’t take my eyes of it as I grew horny. Thoughts of these two studs fucking me ran through my head and looking into their eyes I could tell they were thinking of fucking me too.
“Have you fucked your boyfriend”? Carl suddenly asked. “I don’t have one” I mumbled not looking at him. “Really? But you are fucking hot”. Jeff said not taking his eyes off my boobs.
“Please leave” I said softly but Jeff leaned down and kissed my lips passionately. This was my first kiss and it was mind blowing, I responded with moans as Jeff squeezed my right boob and Carl squeezed my left. ”I’m a virgin” I said as both Carl and Jeff undressed in front of me. ”Not for long baby” Carl said with a grin. Jeff pulled off my dress and I was completely naked. Jeff told Carl. ”Looks like this little slut is prepared to be fucked”. I was so turned on by then, I started to get wet. Jeff lifted me up on his dick my face facing his and he pumped my wet pussy. It wasn’t hard to enter my pussy because I had stretched it while masturbating all these years. But when the hymen broke I felt a sharp pain mixed with pleasure. ”Oh so you are a virgin” Jeff said as he pounded my pussy. I was moaning and kissing his lips as he pounded my pussy faster and harder. No amount of masturbation can measure with the pleasure I was currently experiencing. ”Hey Jeff turn her around so that I can see what her lips can do” Carl said and Jeff immediately lifted me up and turned me around so that I was facing Carl. Jeff continued to fuck my wet pussy and Carl brought hid dick up to my mouth ”Suck me like you suck a lollipop slut” he said and I immediately obliged. I’ve never tasted a dick in my mouth and I was loving every inch of it. Carl must have been 8 inches long and his dick was thick, I sucked him like my life depended on it and he kept encouraging me ” Yessss bitch keep sucking like the slut you’re meant to be”. As Jeff thrust his dick into my pussy I came all over his dick which made him fuck me harder. I was moaning as I sucked Carl and Jeff squeezed my boobs while twisting my nipples. I wanted this. It felt so good. ” You having a good time aren’t you bitch, this is what you actually do during your free time isn’t it” Jeff said as he slapped my ass and shot hid load of cum into my throbbing pussy.
Jeff still had his limp dick in my pussy as I continued to suck Carl. Within seconds Carl came all over my mouth and breasts. I swallowed most of his cum and he collapsed on the couch. Jeff lifted me up and said. ”We have just started, did you enjoy that session ”? ”Yes I said with a smile. ”Good, now make us some coffee and and come back here as we are going to fuck you all afternoon”.
I walked naked into the kitchen and prepared three cups of coffee. Jeff and Carl watched as I walked past them. When I got back I noticed they were nice and hard again, ready for the next session.
I put the tray on the side table and jumped on to Carls lap, I wanted his thick dick in my pussy and he was only too pleased to oblige.
Jeff took a video of Carl fucking my pussy and said ”Whore, you now belong to us and you’ll be ready to fuck anytime we want”. I smiled and said ”Yes master”as Jeff grabbed me and fucked me standing up. My legs wrapped around his waist as Carl recorded the entire thing. I was satisfied.