Chapter 02
A glimpse of the good times.
I started getting used to Chennai and Shivu / my father in law's brother and their sexual exploits.
First time in years realized that I was being used and was not in control of my life. The marriage to Sridhar and the return to native land were not working out for me.
Slowly – I influenced myself that I need not live with this problem – this was a sentimental blackmail and both my brother in law and father in law were taking undue advantage of my simplicity around emotions – which they were not aware – was a very short-lived line item in my caricature.
I began to scheme and in the process – decided to make a visit to Bangalore and live in my lover Ratan's house for some days – that way – it will give an organized signal to my in laws.
Sridhar Shivu and others were very upset with my plans – but could not stop me and with practically the saree I was wearing and a few more clothes – made my way to the bus stand and returned to Bangalore.
The house was in a major bad shape – and with the entire neighborhood being new and full of strangers – I found it difficult to cleanup and get the house back in order.
Ratan's parents were still living in their place where as the entire compound had been put up on the rent excepting the portion where I was staying – they did not like me but because of my parents who were very close to them allowed me their blessings and provided me help through Pandu – a semi paraplegic uncle of Ratan – who was yet unmarried – lived with Ratan' parents – Ratan himself was now in Cuddalore – bordering TN working in the Indian Railways.
The house became a home and with some money that I had saved on my return from Goa that was still with me – I brought things to shape and in the afternoon and after 8 hours of hectic cleanup activity – got a chance to take a nap.
Days went by and Shivu came couple of times but was not able to convince me to return, I also was not very keen to arouse my sexual heat any more – was tired of all the past affairs with my in laws and it was becoming increasingly difficult to digest the role Sridhar and Shivu had played upon my return from Goa – though they lost a son in Ashok – it seemed my body was more important to them than the grief.
After a couple of months with Ratan's parents and stating on my own – life started to pick up and I started to realize the follies of the past and resolved with lot of help and coaxing from Ratan's mommy to start working – and do things for myself – they even offered to get me married to some one they knew.
I was not very keen but knowing that life cannot continue in this manner for long, reluctantly gave them the nod.
They called my sister Chitra who was overjoyed seeing me in Bangalore – it had been years now that we had seen each other and she just wept.
I was not aware who was the boy and it did not matter to me – I felt it was important to go through that ritual. With both my parents having passed away a few years ago – the responsibility was on Chitra – I did not want to get Shivu and his clan involved in this – it was not going to work.
Chitra and Laxman (my brother in law) were not very happy with the proposal from Ratan's folks – the boy was none other than my childhood flame – Varma now – 32 years – he was a widower and was living in Madurai and had a child who was in the custody of his in – laws.
He was aware of my state – and wanted to marry me. I was surprised – he practically knew everything about me and wanted to marry me – this was a bloomer of sorts and really did not make sense to me – but well life is all about twists and turns.
The marriage was fixed and was made a bride again. Everyone came - Shivu was there along with Lavanya and my son – Kamesh and Ratan were there and so were people like my Uncle (still alive) and Chitra and the surprise pack was Kamesh's father – Srinivasan. He was visiting his sister (Ratan's mommy), so attended the wedding.
Kamesh was very apologetic and offered all help – he told me that finally his fiancée had agreed to forego her job and they were going to settle down soon – she was a Mauritian and that meant – Kamesh was going to settle down in Port Loius.
That was another reason for me to get married – I knew that Kamesh had become a part of my life and I was becoming possessive of him – he was aware of the bonding – both knew that will not work and with the gory stuff we both did together – it was impossible to get into an alliance of that sort – he wanted to speak to me before we left for Madurai and after all the guests had gone – he came to me and gave me couple of things which make me feel really proud as a human being.
He gave me all the evidence of the erase he had done to my past life with him including all the Cam recorder cassettes and photographs, which were shot and taken – during the 26 months of my living with him, they included most of his friends from Dhanbad and some of them also had his father. This is not known to many that Kamesh made me fuck his father to get even with the old man – using which he got the family approval to marry the chick from Port Louis.
I still remember that day in Dhanbad – he had taken me home and his family obviously did not approve – they knew me too well.
His father made his life miserable and finally – I was forced to stay in a hotel. That was well before our Goa days and the other escapades – it was a time – when we both were terribly infatuated and really thought we loved each other – and though he was sure of his fiancée – he wanted to play on a different card and make his family approve my.
I was totally in the dark and only later – it dawned on me that he had done it to gain his family's acceptance for Shireen.
Kamesh told me exactly how to what to do in the seduction game and there started the next chapter in my sex life with another older man.
The dawn broke quietly over the city. A cool breeze flowed across my printed cotton sari.
I just paused and straightened, and lifted my hand to pull the *pallu* of my *sari* over the head. I walked across the dew lawn to the penthouse to look for Kamesh's father, as I neared it, heard a sharp, high cry, a sound I know well, and, smiling to myself, I quickened my steps.
The windows to the master bedroom were flung wide, the curtains drawn back.
I did not know that this is a house without secrets hence took some caution and habituation to enter - never been there, my feet sink into the deep pile of the carpet that covers the floor.
My lover is within. He is naked, and he is in bed with me, the mistress of the house for the moment.
Kamesh's father did not lose a moment praising my sexy body – he was an avid porn watcher and told me I looked like the East European Nikki Anderson – only thing that I was duskier.
I knew that I am astoundingly beautiful, tall and fair with an impossibly vivacious and sexy face and all these years, my complexion has remained flawless, like creamy vanilla, with not an inch of surplus flesh on me.
I was on my back on the bed – when he entered, 50 years of age but impeccable skin and fitness, just with the towel on him – he was not prepared to receive me, he was shocked and asked me to leave immediately.
I smiled coquettishly at him and let my sari's pallu grind between the boobs- the globes from within the blouse were easily visible, no bra – you see. On my back now, I slowly started un-hooking my blouse – he sucked his breath as the hooks started to come off, and just on the last one- his towel fell off and lo-behold was his gigantic penis.
He knelt across my face, his legs spread wide, his hands gripping the wrought-iron bedstead, encircling his cock and balls with the fingers of one hand, he rocked it in front of my face asking me to start working on it, I knew that this was going to only make me a one night whore and that was not my plan, I wanted him to be my slave as my other lovers are, so just rubbed my forefinger across my upper lip below the nose raising his erection and turned my head rapidly towards him and dipped my finger into my sexy mouth and gingerly applied the saliva on the forehead where there once upon a time – he must have had his foreskin- which was all but a rubble at the base of the cock.
He twitched between his thighs, sucking air quickly and fast, his cock is long and thick and hard and dark and it glistened and shined with my manual finger's ministrations, he wanted me to suck it and started in gasps and moans and began pumping his hips as he fucked in the air trying to push the cock into my mouth and hitting it on my face, with his buttocks flexing and unrelenting.
His head was bent to watch me start to suck him off.
"Give me the towel!" I told him suddenly. "Tuvalu esta ra!"
Without pausing in his behavior, Kamesh's father gave me the towel still expecting me to start on the cock-sucking, but I was not to be what he wanted from me, fumbled for a bottle of Baby Oil in my handbag, and taking a handful, applied it to the underside of his pricks, balls and licking it off my lips, re-applied the mixture of saliva and the gunk back on the dick.
He was with his eyes closed, savoring the pleasure, I slowly got up from the bed and with the towel went to the bathroom and asked him to wait for me. I took a long time – it was important for me to make him desire the inevitable – even if it meant – to get him disgruntled.
I stripped and got into the bathtub – rubbed lotion on my pussy and parted the lips to let the lotion reach the insides, it was going to be difficult for the old man to resist sucking my guava. He was going to just eat it without a single cut.
After a long bath- I draped the towel around my svelte body and came out -Relief registered clearly in his face, once again, desire kindled in his eyes.
"You bet, sweetheart," I purred throatily and ran my slim fingertips lightly and teasingly down the front of his body, suddenly impatient with the wastefulness of mere conversation, he rose hastily from the bed and began to pull at the towel.
"My big old cock has just been waiting for the feel of your sweet lips around it, baby, and it doesn't want to wait any longer."
His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on my naked, tantalizing body as he pulled down skin of his suddenly hardening cock from the confinement of his hands, and roved them over the dusky wheat like, cream-like contours, displayed nakedly before him.
His gaze rested hotly on the sight of my plush, full breasts, the narrowest of valleys running between the magnificent firmness of the twin globes.
His thick heavy cock jerked higher as his eyes dropped lower to take in the milky, voluptuous hips that led down to the delicious sweep of long slender legs.
Between the shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped enticingly over the edge of the bed, Srinivasan could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering my ripe loins to the fleshy pinkness of my vaginal slit glistening wetly in the morning light filtering through the tinted glass window, "Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting need.
"Come over here and give me some of those sweet lips, the way I have been desiring from you."
With a soft moan of pleasure, I wiggled across the room, then leaned on one elbow until my beautiful face was poised directly in front of him, within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft of flesh rising menacingly up from the front of his torso, 'You really want me Srinivasan, you were full of spite a while ago, you were red-eyed when Kamesh brought me to your house the other day', saying -, my long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched lightly over the heavily-veined surface of the rock-hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively as the hot air of my breath blew softly on it .
"I could not stand your attractive figure, my cock was darting its lips all over my crotch every moment it sensed your sensuous presence around, I never thought the dream will be fulfilled', he grunted and his breath quickened even more as I began to expertly massage the massive cock, lovingly, up and down until one glistening drop of pearly viscous fluid seeped out from the broad, mushroom-shaped head.
I then moved my slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in my palm.
He groaned and gritted his teeth at my expertly tender ministrations of his stiff cock and large drooping testicles.
"Do you like it, then, my lover – you are not the first one, all my lovers start with spiting me giving an impression as if even my very presence is ill-omen but given an opportunity – they will sink every part of their body and self respect into my sexy pussy, am I right, Srinivasan?" I asked coquettishly, fully aware of the heated effect that my naked female body and the teasing touch of my fingertips was having on him. "Does it make you forget all about those nasty moments when you misbehaved with me?"
"You know damn well I want you in whichever you are you and don't tease me, suck my cock, you know it how much men like it, bitch," he growled, irritated by the mention of the annoyances that he was trying so hard to forget.
"Don't tease me, goddammit. You are my dream come true fuck, have been wanting to fuck from those good old days when Suhas laid his hands on you few years ago, that was the time, when I was courting your mother, she must have been 36 years at that time, Oh...what a fuck Geeta used to be, she used to add honey to milk and lave it on my cock while taking it in her mouth, she once fucked me with your father just in the other room with both you and your sister, she just loved to suck my cock!"
I learnt later that – Suhas was encouraged to pick on me only because of Srinivasan, who gave him voyeur lessons and taught him how to ensnare me. I felt cheated, it was not known to me that this old man had such a illicit history with my family.
"Are you still in touch with Suhas?" – I asked him.
"He is suffering or couple of years now, since his wife died. He needs a companion both in and out of bed, why don't you visit him, or I can get him to visit you'? – he proposed.
"No – not now', I did not want to tell him that Suhas and I spent a whole week naked in each other's arms dirty and sweaty a few months ago - where he spiked my ass multiple times and then we were separated at that time.
Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of my parted lips closed over the sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his penis.
He moaned louder and reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in my dark wavy hair, guiding the rhythm of my now-bobbing head below. Only a woman knows how to get a man under her pants, God how he had needed this!
He looked down to watch my penis-filled face, my soft lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried at least halfway up in my sucking mouth.
I sensed his increasing excitement and began to suck harder, twirling my smooth red tongue titillating around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head.
As he felt the tips of my teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting skin, he turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge mirror that filled the wall beside his desk for a better view of his gorgeous, willing mistress's face as his turgid, hard rod began to saw rhythmically in and out of my wetly oval mouth.
Just the sight alone was enough to drive him insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up into my laboring face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were ramming his long, hard prick more than halfway down my slender throat.
Practically all of his thick fleshy penis now seemed to disappear with each new powerful thrust he made until finally only a short stretch of it showed shining wet and white, protruding from my distended lips.
I was gorged with his fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating length like a savage creature with its own existence and needs that had taken control over his body and mind.
He swore to himself, the bitch could really suck cock, as though I had been born with one in my mouth and had learned to treat it as part of myself.
Sure, Kamesh had told me that this old man of his often desired other women–the younger and more innocent the better–but for now he could always depend upon me to deliver the kind of pure satisfaction he wanted ... like this ... and without any bothersome preliminaries.
My experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling swipe of its tip on each out-stroke and was making his cock-head throb and lurch as if a live electric wire were being touched against it.
The impassioned middle-aged Oil manager was completely mesmerized by the lewd spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist flesh of my tightly compressed lips being focused on the labor of giving him this obscene pleasure.
My full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against my rocking torso, and the very sight of it incited him to increasing heights of brain-reeling passion.
"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Srinivasan hissed through tightly clenched teeth, soft brown hair, driving my face down viciously into his thrusting loins.
"Suck harder, suck faster, goddammit," he snarled down at me slaving between his widespread, trembling legs.
My ripe body was beginning to gleam from the light beading of sweat forming on my ivory skin, and he was gloating and enjoying the sight of my lying subserviently on the edge of the bed, my lipstick-oval lips wrapped tightly around the thick roundness of his limp-hard cock as he stood over my, lunging his hips furiously into my lovely twisted face.
He could feel a powerful pressure building relentlessly up to a fever pitch in his painfully full balls, and he knew it would not be long now.
His middle-aged cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew the creamy sperm in his bloated testicles in all directions, everywhere in the room.
He drove his pelvis heartlessly into my face, even more cruelly now, and heard with delight the mumbled cry of protest that came from my as his long hefty prick drubbed deeper and deeper into my tortured, warm wet mouth, driving far down into my yearning throat.
But he heeded nothing in his quest to end this exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was building, building, and building to the peak of spectacular relief in his burning loins and within his balls.
Suddenly he felt a great upheaval in his lust-swollen testicles as the boiling white sperm began to race in a hot stream up the length of his thrusting cock.
His own lips pulled back over his teeth in an ecstatic grimace and he gasped hoarsely as though in excruciating pain.
His thick fleshy penis began a sudden wild jerking that, without warning, flooded my hungry sucking mouth with burst after burst of heatedly sticky cum, bloating my smooth cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that I had to swallow quickly to keep from spilling, yet still lapping and caressing at his phallus.
"Don't stop, Shanti, suck it, suck it!" he rasped as he tightened his hands in my tawny hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into my lipsticked mouth and deep down into my distended throat.
I, the naked woman obeyed and continued to suck insanely as he shot his lewd sperm into me, filling my mouth, almost drowning me, until at last he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and out of my lips for one final thrust.
But he missed my still eagerly sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he lunged forward again.
The blunt inflamed head rammed against the side of my face by mistake, leaving a long sticky trail of hot cum smeared lewdly along my upper lip and my right cheek.
Undaunted, I twisted my head and maneuvered my voracious mouth to seize the base of his hard- throbbing staff of flesh between my teeth, like a dog with a stick, then, grasping his scrotum with my fingers, I lifted my head to guide the glistening tip back into the warmth of my open mouth, squeezing up on the cock with my fingers to milk out and devour every last drop of the delicious white fluid.
Little by little, his sated penis deflated between my oval lips and, at last, Srinivasan collapsed back into his chair in exhaustion, pulling his prick from my lips with a wet little slurping sound that resounded wetly in the stillness of the office.
A great sigh of relief escaped his lips, and I lay back happily on the bed, a loving, contented smile spreading across my beautiful, cum-smeared face.
I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath, then sat up again on the edge of the bed.
"That's something you can't get in a widower's life, isn't it, Srinivasan?" the perspiring whore in me asked him with a proud little twitch, a sparkle of female triumph in my brownish-dark eyes.
Catching sight of the magazine that lay crumpled beneath my rounded thigh, I picked it up and added with a silly giggle, "Why don't you have Kamesh do a video on my blowjob, Srinivasan? Think of the publicity you'd get!" and I though it was all over. I was mistaken.
He then told me some lusty stories of how he fucked one of Kamesh's college mates last winter when she had come to Dhanbad. Her name was Hema and belonged to Bangalore and was a Tamilian. Srinivasan, I understand, was just smitten by her looks and was waiting to sink his cock into her, and to date, Kamesh is not aware why she ditched him and vanished into wilderness.
In reality, she is still in touch with Srinivasan.
Srinivasan grasped my thigh and pulled it closer to his head and showed me one of the lusty fuck films with Hema.
She was kneeling with her full, brown ass facing him. She raised her thigh as he pulled it toward him and straddled his head with her luscious hips, not missing a stroke on his cock as she did so.
Here was the third view that Srinivasan had at his command – Hema's fragrant, hot pussy spread out invitingly right in front of his sex-flushed face and hungry mouth. Her dark pubic hair was soft and fine, and framed her plump pussy-lips and tightly puckered anus. He stared at the beautiful, juicy sight for a long moment before taking his first taste of her wet cunt.
Grasping the smooth, cool flesh of her buttocks, he spread her ass-cheeks and exposed even more of her lovely pussy. He saw her cunt open, her asshole spread, and her swollen clit strain from between her turgid pussy-lips as he pressed his face into her steaming crotch.
I was amazed at this girl's brazen boldness, she must have been 19-20 years at that time, How old were you at this time?' I asked him.
"Forty three, watch this' – he twisted my face towards the laptop.
Hema released an ecstatic groan as she felt Srinivasan's skilled tongue touch her excited cunt. She sucked harder on the head of his cock, straining to get more of his massive prick into her mouth as he began to excite her juicy pussy.
Srinivasan pressed his tongue lightly against Hema's clit and licked smoothly up through the humid valley of her cunt, into her dripping hole, and onto her flexing asshole – where he lingered for a moment to tantalize the wrinkled pucker.
He then swept his tongue quickly back through the hot cleft of her cunt, pressing more firmly this time, and plucked the throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... that's right ... suck my clit, my lover ... suck it hard!" she cried, her mouth involuntarily leaving his cock as the delicious feelings in her loins swept through her entire body.
She sucked his cock back into her quivering mouth, pulling him in deeper this time as he continued to tease her clit. He knew the way she liked it.
He kept a steady pressure on that swollen bud of clit-flesh, feeling it throb and move, and then began to flick lightly and maddeningly with the tip of his tongue.
Keeping the hot little love-button trapped with his lips, he vibrated it expertly with his tongue. He felt the warm sensation of his cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth in return. "Uuuuummmmm," she moaned, her mouth and throat stuffed with his cock.
She was going wild with lust.
Srinivasan's hot mouth sucking and manipulating that most sensitive part of her cunt was unleashing all her passion.
With her animal desires blazing, she fought back the reflex to gag and pressed her head down farther on Srinivasan's long cock, letting it slide all the way into her throat.
Her lips pressed against his pubic hair as she gulped and sucked on his hot prick.
The moans came from Srinivasan now as he felt her consume his entire cock.
He let her throbbing clit escape from his sucking mouth and began again to lap his tongue through the entire hot, wet region of her loins.
He licked in long strokes, massaging her burning crotch from clit to asshole. Hema was on the brink of orgasm.
I could tell by the way his cock was deep in her throat, and by the way her hips were starting to buck and twitch above his face, I could also tell by the way her cunt-hole was squeezing his tongue as he plunged deep into her pussy, and by the way her asshole was flexing excitedly.
He knew that now was the time to push her over the edge of bliss – before he came and while she was at the peak of her passion. He again captured her twitching clit between his lips and massaged and pulled firmly on her small dark pink bud. He felt the tiny center of passion throb as he pulled, her hot pussy-flesh stretching and straining as he clamped down more firmly. "Aaaaahhhh ... uuuuhhhh!"
His skillful manipulation of her clit did the trick. Her head was raised above his cock, her face a mask of passion as she howled and moaned in the ecstasy of her orgasm.
As her orgasm gradually faded, Hema relaxed her lust-tightened body. She hung her head back between Srinivasan's legs and sucked gently just at the head of his bloated cock. She sucked with her eyes closed, a placid, satisfied expression on her face.
Srinivasan took one last, loving lick at her tightly flexed asshole and gently pushed her hips forward. She knew just what he wanted her to do. All that was needed was a hint.
She crept forward slowly on her knees, still straddling Srinivasan's body.
He watched with pleasure the lovely scene her spread ass- cheeks made as they shifted from side to side, opening and closing to reveal her asshole and the blonde-haired pouch of her pussy-lips.
Srinivasan looked again at the TV screen. The image was still that of Hema finger fucking.
The scene was farther along now and her actions were less relaxed and more feverish. One hand was at her tits, kneading her soft, white tit-flesh while pulling at her erect nipples.
Her other hand was still between her smooth thighs, her fingers alternately plucking at her clit, dipping into her twat, tantalizing her asshole. Her face now had the expression of a woman totally absorbed in the wonderful task of jerking off. And doing a very good job of it.
Hema's hips were now poised over Srinivasan's cock – it waved erect, pointing straight at her luscious loins.
Reaching between her legs, Hema spread her hanging cunt-lips with her fingers.
She pulled them widely apart, opening her twat for Srinivasan's prick.
She slowly lowered herself until the head of his large tool was just touching the inner opening of her pussy.
She released her hold on her cunt-flaps and her pussy-lips surrounded the head of his cock with warm wetness.
"Uuummmmm ... you're hot tonight, Hema," Srinivasan groaned as thehead of his cock was engulfed by her warm pussy.
"Just feel this," Hema said lustily. "If you think my pussy's hot on the outside, it's boiling on the inside!" she relaxed her hips and allowed herself to descend smoothly and steadily, his prick sliding straight into her cunt.
Her hands went involuntarily to her smooth belly as she felt a wonderful sensation of fullness.
Srinivasan's hot cock was a perfect fit in her tight pussy.
She lowered her hips until she was resting on Srinivasan's pelvis, his cock buried to the hilt in the warm folds of her flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh ... that's good ... can you feel how hot it is?" she asked in a hoarse, passion-filled voice as she enjoyed the tightly stuffed feeling in her deep pussy.
She watched herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She had a full frontal view other lovely body.
Her long dark hair fell down on her shoulders. Her tits were taut and uplifted with jutting pink nipples.
Her slim waist tapered out to full hips with the soft patch of her dark pubic hair at the base of her belly pressing into the black hair that encircled the base of Srinivasan's cock.
"Yeah, Hema baby," Srinivasan answered. "It's boiling ... it's boiling hot in there!"
Srinivasan was enjoying the wonderful tight heat of her pussy and admiring his triple view of Hema at the same time, he turned his head away from the laptop screen where Hema was now beginning to probe her ass with her finger as his cock stretched the pussy lips, he looked down at my hips where I was squatted with my flawless back and achingly beautiful ass facing toward him.
I could see the base of his cock encircled by the turgid fingers, and my asshole nestled against his pubic hair, as she held his cock all the way inside her pussy on the screen.
Turning my head slightly sideways, I was able to see her front side reflected in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She was stroking her tits, lightly pinching her swollen nipples as she watched her reflection and relished the feeling of his big cock inside her loins, his balls pulled tightly up against the base of his cock, directly under the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her lower belly.
Now I raised my body smoothly and slowly.
His cock appeared, inch by inch, sliding wetly out of my pussy. It was red and glistening from the heat and wetness of the happenings a while ago and the screen display, the lips of my cunt adhered to the smooth skin of his cock as I raised her hips higher. My cunt seemed to suck at the prick that stretched my inflamed, pink lips.
On the screen Hema stopped at the point where only the head of his burning tool was enclosed in the moist folds of her pussy-flesh.
"How does it feel in there now, honey?" I purred, knowing how he loved that first complete immersion in my cunt, I flexed the mouth of my cunt as I held my body steady, squeezing his hard cock-head.
"Oh, yeah ... it's good Shanti, watching my old flame and you serving me live, this day is great Jaya, baby," Srinivasan groaned, closing his eyes tightly from the biting sensation of my pussy squeezing his red, swollen cock-head.
He told me a lot of Hema, 'She's one in a million, the only girl I've ever fucked who could control her pussy that way. Look at the way, she is beginning to lower herself again, her pussy sucking on my cock."
He watched with pleasure as the huge head of his massive prick first stretched her pussy-lips to their widest point, and then moved smoothly on through to her hot, tight cunt.
He told me that he had always been amazed at the ease with which she could consume his cock with her mouth or her cunt.
Even her ass could take in the whole thing – but not quite as easily and usually not without some coaxing from Srinivasan.
His cock was long and thick, and many of the women he had fucked just couldn't handle it.
Not Hema, however.
He never ceased to enjoy watching her engulfing his gorgeous cock with her lips or twat or asshole.
On the live- front, I was halfway down on his cock by now, feeling the big head plow through my cunt-hole.
My pussy-juices were beginning to flow and I could feel them dripping from her widely stretched pussy.
My pubic hair and asshole were becoming saturated with the sweet, sticky juice.
On the screen, my rival (Oh-Gosh, I started to treat her as my rival), Hema sighed deeply as the mouth of her pussy touched his pubic hair. She immediately began to slide her pussy up his cock again.
She sped up her movements and was soon beginning another hot downward stroke. She began to groan deep in her throat with each
Upward stroke, then suck her breath sharply as she moved swiftly back down Srinivasan's smooth cock.
Srinivasan watched her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her head thrown back with her mouth open, as she passionately caressed her tits and belly and thighs. At the downward portion of each thrust, she would grasp his fat balls in her hand and lightly squeeze his swollen nut-sack.
As Srinivasan looked back at the rear view of her body, her hips twitching and her ass-cheeks parting with each stroke, he explained to me that he realized that he was dose to shooting his cum into her pussy.
He knew that now was the time to slow down and prolong the pleasure. He also knew that she was turned on enough at this point to take his entire cock into her tight, sexy asshole.
"Hold on, baby!" Srinivasan commanded, grabbing Hema's ass tightly as he leaned forward. He held her there at the top of her stroke, her pussy barely making contact with the head of his cock.
On the screen, "Let's slow down just a little," he said softly, teasing her by flexing his cock in the mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, Srinivasan!" Hema squealed. "Give it to me ... give it to me now!"
Srinivasan held on tightly to Hema's squirming ass and prevented her from ramming herself back down on his cock.
He watched with delight as her tender asshole flexed excitedly. He knew she was hot enough to let him stuff his whole cock into that tight little hole.
"Okay, baby, okay," Srinivasan said in a voice thickened by lust. "I'll give it to you ... in your ass."
"Oh, Srinivasan," Hema moaned, "anywhere ... anywhere you say!" He looked on with pleasure as she raised her hips and released his cock from the strong grasp of her pussy.
He told me how surprised he used to be at how easily she agreed to his demands that day, she usually had to be coaxed along for a while before she would let him stick that big cock of his into her ass.
Meanwhile, Srinivasan released his gripped attention on the screen and turned his head to look at my face was which flushed with deep, sexual desire.
He loved watching me finger-fuck my ass, while his cock was slowly milking my pussy in a Kamasutra pose..
Returning his gaze to the screen and Hema, we saw that she had leaned forward, raising her ass away from his cock. He loved to watch her prepare herself for getting fucked in the ass.
She spread her thighs wider.
Reaching down between her legs, she began to dip her long fingers into her dripping cunt then rub the juices on her tightly flexed anus. She was first using only two, but she gradually worked three fingers into her still-excited pussy.
Slowly withdrawing them, enjoying the feeling as she did so, she smeared her sweet, sticky cunt-sauce all over her brown dark asshole.
Srinivasan enjoyed this part of their little ritual almost as much as he loved the feeling of her tight asshole sliding down hassock.
The thrill of watching a beautiful woman playing with her pussy and asshole was almost beyond compare.
As she gradually soaked her puckered anus in love-juices, it took on the dark pink, feverish color of her inflamed pussy-flesh. Once it was properly lubricated, she began to lightly probe into the opening with her fingertips.
Slowly, she pushed two fingers into her hot opening, stretching it wider and wider.
She continued to alternately plunge her fingers first into her asshole then back into her pussy, wetting her anus still more, finally sinking three fingers into her tight, puckered opening.
Srinivasan saw her passionate expression in the big mirror as she leaned toward it, her big tits hanging forward and swaying with her movements.
He glanced again me and saw me now arching my back in orgasm, totally wild with lust, the blue blooded cock deep in my pussy.
Srinivasan and I again returned our gaze to the screen saw that she now had three fingers sunk completely in the widely stretched hole between the cheeks of her perfect, white ass.
"Oh ... Srinivasan," she gasped feverishly. "I'm ready ... I'm ready for your cock."
"Just a second, baby," Srinivasan replied. "Come back here for a minute and give me a taste of that asshole before I put my cock in there."
Hema complied with his order. She crawled backwards on her knees, her ass spread wide. Each backward movement she made with her knees pulled her cheeks apart invitingly as her loins moved closer to Srinivasan's waiting mouth. She stopped with her beautiful ass and pussy spread wide and wet right in front of Srinivasan's face.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Srinivasan moaned, placing his hands on the smooth ass-cheeks directly in front of him. He stretched them apart as wide as they would go, making her asshole actually protrude slightly from the wet crevice between her ass-globes.
Pulling her ass toward his face, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her brown, puckered hole.
He held his open mouth against her closed anus. He licked it lovingly and tickled the very center of her tight little rosette with the tip of his tongue.
He told me how he loved the way her anus tasted and felt after she had been playing with it and rubbing it with her pussy-juice.
He pressed his tongue hard against the center of her tight ring of ass-muscle.
Her fingers had loosened her tight sphincter and his tongue slid easily into the hot passage.
He fucked his tongue in and out of the squeezing hole, enjoying the little moans and gasps his actions caused.
He kept his lips pressed around the musky opening and continued to manipulate her anus with his tongue, just like he was kissing her mouth!
Hema let a long, lusty sigh escape her throat as she felt Srinivasan's tongue probe deeper and deeper into her inflamed anus.
She felt him remove one of his hands from her buttocks and soon felt his experienced fingers take hold of her swollen clit. Shivers shot deliciously through her body as her clit was tweaked and lightly pinched.
Then she felt the simultaneous deep thrust of his tongue and an extreme, squeezing pressure on her protruding clit.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... squeeze my clit ... squeeze it, baby!" she screamed. "Ooooohhhhh, that's sooooo goooood ... tongue-fuck my ass, lover!"
Srinivasan loved the sound of her sexual excitement. He squeezed harder on her throbbing clit, sticking his tongue as deep into her shit-hole as it would go as a powerful orgasm swept through her lovely body.
Removing his tongue from her hole, he pushed her sex-stunned body forward. "Okay, baby. Now for the real thing," he said lustily.
She moved back down toward his still-erect cock until her hips were positioned above his throbbing prick.
"All right, get it in there," he ordered in a husky voice. "Come on ... get it in your ass!"
Hema, meanwhile, was preparing to do the same with his real cock.
She grasped Srinivasan's thick tool in her fist and guided the head of it to the mouth of her ass.
Placing the tip there, she began to slowly but steadily rest the full weight of her hips on Srinivasan's dick.
Srinivasan moaned as he felt the sensitive head of his cock contact the hot flesh of Hema's anus.
Hema felt the bulbous head of Srinivasan's beautiful cock spread open the tight ring of muscle and gradually enter her anal passage.
She wiggled her hips to help ease it into her ass, loving every sensation of the hot cock head intruding into her bowels.
Srinivasan looked at the large mirror and enjoyed the ecstatic bliss of Hema's face as his cock began to penetrate.
He was able to watch his dick disappear into her beautiful ass, watch the lovely reflection of Hema's face and body, and savor the comfort that he will be able to see a recorded version of Hema's fanatical calisthenics with him in all forms at all times to come.
As the head of Srinivasan's cock passed on into her squeezing shit-passage, Hema threw her head back and howled at the burning sensation it created in her belly.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... it feels so goooooood, baby," she groaned. "Ooooohhhhh ... I love it, I love it!"
She reached down and grabbed her ass-cheeks with both hands and spread them widely apart to help accommodate more of Srinivasan's big cock. Srinivasan watched the lovely view of Hema's ass opening wider and wider as his cock disappeared inch by inch into her squeezing ass hole.
"Yeah, baby! Squeeze it in there! Squeeze my cock into that tight ass," he sighed. Her ass continued to suck in more and more of his hot cock-flesh. He was stretching her entire rectum with his magnificent prick.
"Ooooohhhhh ... I love it, baby," I cooed, unable to hold off the feelings of deep orgasm that were beginning in my belly and traveling up my spine. My hand involuntarily reached for my twitching clit and began to manipulate it feverishly.
My other hand went to my swollen nipples and pinched and pulled the hot, hard, red buds.
I was going into a realm of sexual ecstasy my clit was being rapidly stimulated; my nipples and tits were being stroked and caressed expertly watching her asshole being filled with hard, hot cock-meat the live cock in my pussy was creating havoc, and I also wanted something in my ass and just hoped that Srinivasan would do something about my ass.
Srinivasan took intense sexual satisfaction in both the feeling and appearance of his 6-inch cock sinking into Hema's butt, and he also noticed her beautifully passionate reflection in the big foot-of-the-bed mirror.
Looking sideways, he saw my plight and realized that that was probably what she wanted now, too.
Reaching forward, he took me by the shoulders and gently but firmly pulled me backwards until I was reclining against him.
Srinivasan reached to the shelf at the head of the big bed and grasped the bright, blue dildo that Hema had left behind, positioning it between my legs and guiding himself by the reflection in the screen, he placed the big head of the fake cock at the mouth of my gaping asshole.
He slowly pushed the plastic prick into my ass hole and filled me in both the places.
I cried out in response. "Ooooohhhhh ... Srinivasan, baby ... my ass ... my cunt ... FUCK ME... FUCK ME!" I was at the very brink of orgasm, beginning my rapid slide to another round of depraved ecstasy.
Both my hands were now at my breasts, kneading and squeezing the firm mounds of brown flesh; my hips were bucking and writhing and sucking in the last few inches of his hot cock into my cunt with the dildo in my butt; head was thrown back with my long dark hair flying about and face flushed and distorted with sexual bliss.
He felt the hot jism rising within his loins. The bucking movement of Hema's ass on the screen was getting him off without me even beginning to stroke his heavy cock.
He spasmodically heaved his cock roughly in and out of my cunt, burying the dildo completely in the tight, hot confines of my butt.
"Uuuuuhhhhh ... chitty ... I'm coming ... I'M COMING," Hema cried on the screen frantically as the sensations of all her stimulations finally drove her over the brink into complete sexual abandon.
And here with my hands squeezed and pressed on my tits, my loins twitched and bucked to gain each inch of penetration into my cunt and ass.
Hema was coming beautifully.
Srinivasan felt himself coming, too in my pussy. I felt the thick, hot jets of cum traveling through his cock, splashing into the deep interior of Hema's ass on the screen and my cunt now – right now – what a moment – what a timing.
Both their bodies shook and quaked as the intense powers of orgasm overcame them at the same time and as they lunged feverishly against each other with all the force in their bodies ... out here we too, once ... twice ... three times ... our orgasm took control.
This was an unforgettable experience – and Srinivasan confessed to me that Hema had a long-term effect on him.
He had not fucked any one like her after she went away till I came in this day. He did not want to lose me.
I started getting used to Chennai and Shivu / my father in law's brother and their sexual exploits.
First time in years realized that I was being used and was not in control of my life. The marriage to Sridhar and the return to native land were not working out for me.
Slowly – I influenced myself that I need not live with this problem – this was a sentimental blackmail and both my brother in law and father in law were taking undue advantage of my simplicity around emotions – which they were not aware – was a very short-lived line item in my caricature.
I began to scheme and in the process – decided to make a visit to Bangalore and live in my lover Ratan's house for some days – that way – it will give an organized signal to my in laws.
Sridhar Shivu and others were very upset with my plans – but could not stop me and with practically the saree I was wearing and a few more clothes – made my way to the bus stand and returned to Bangalore.
The house was in a major bad shape – and with the entire neighborhood being new and full of strangers – I found it difficult to cleanup and get the house back in order.
Ratan's parents were still living in their place where as the entire compound had been put up on the rent excepting the portion where I was staying – they did not like me but because of my parents who were very close to them allowed me their blessings and provided me help through Pandu – a semi paraplegic uncle of Ratan – who was yet unmarried – lived with Ratan' parents – Ratan himself was now in Cuddalore – bordering TN working in the Indian Railways.
The house became a home and with some money that I had saved on my return from Goa that was still with me – I brought things to shape and in the afternoon and after 8 hours of hectic cleanup activity – got a chance to take a nap.
Days went by and Shivu came couple of times but was not able to convince me to return, I also was not very keen to arouse my sexual heat any more – was tired of all the past affairs with my in laws and it was becoming increasingly difficult to digest the role Sridhar and Shivu had played upon my return from Goa – though they lost a son in Ashok – it seemed my body was more important to them than the grief.
After a couple of months with Ratan's parents and stating on my own – life started to pick up and I started to realize the follies of the past and resolved with lot of help and coaxing from Ratan's mommy to start working – and do things for myself – they even offered to get me married to some one they knew.
I was not very keen but knowing that life cannot continue in this manner for long, reluctantly gave them the nod.
They called my sister Chitra who was overjoyed seeing me in Bangalore – it had been years now that we had seen each other and she just wept.
I was not aware who was the boy and it did not matter to me – I felt it was important to go through that ritual. With both my parents having passed away a few years ago – the responsibility was on Chitra – I did not want to get Shivu and his clan involved in this – it was not going to work.
Chitra and Laxman (my brother in law) were not very happy with the proposal from Ratan's folks – the boy was none other than my childhood flame – Varma now – 32 years – he was a widower and was living in Madurai and had a child who was in the custody of his in – laws.
He was aware of my state – and wanted to marry me. I was surprised – he practically knew everything about me and wanted to marry me – this was a bloomer of sorts and really did not make sense to me – but well life is all about twists and turns.
The marriage was fixed and was made a bride again. Everyone came - Shivu was there along with Lavanya and my son – Kamesh and Ratan were there and so were people like my Uncle (still alive) and Chitra and the surprise pack was Kamesh's father – Srinivasan. He was visiting his sister (Ratan's mommy), so attended the wedding.
Kamesh was very apologetic and offered all help – he told me that finally his fiancée had agreed to forego her job and they were going to settle down soon – she was a Mauritian and that meant – Kamesh was going to settle down in Port Loius.
That was another reason for me to get married – I knew that Kamesh had become a part of my life and I was becoming possessive of him – he was aware of the bonding – both knew that will not work and with the gory stuff we both did together – it was impossible to get into an alliance of that sort – he wanted to speak to me before we left for Madurai and after all the guests had gone – he came to me and gave me couple of things which make me feel really proud as a human being.
He gave me all the evidence of the erase he had done to my past life with him including all the Cam recorder cassettes and photographs, which were shot and taken – during the 26 months of my living with him, they included most of his friends from Dhanbad and some of them also had his father. This is not known to many that Kamesh made me fuck his father to get even with the old man – using which he got the family approval to marry the chick from Port Louis.
I still remember that day in Dhanbad – he had taken me home and his family obviously did not approve – they knew me too well.
His father made his life miserable and finally – I was forced to stay in a hotel. That was well before our Goa days and the other escapades – it was a time – when we both were terribly infatuated and really thought we loved each other – and though he was sure of his fiancée – he wanted to play on a different card and make his family approve my.
I was totally in the dark and only later – it dawned on me that he had done it to gain his family's acceptance for Shireen.
Kamesh told me exactly how to what to do in the seduction game and there started the next chapter in my sex life with another older man.
The dawn broke quietly over the city. A cool breeze flowed across my printed cotton sari.
I just paused and straightened, and lifted my hand to pull the *pallu* of my *sari* over the head. I walked across the dew lawn to the penthouse to look for Kamesh's father, as I neared it, heard a sharp, high cry, a sound I know well, and, smiling to myself, I quickened my steps.
The windows to the master bedroom were flung wide, the curtains drawn back.
I did not know that this is a house without secrets hence took some caution and habituation to enter - never been there, my feet sink into the deep pile of the carpet that covers the floor.
My lover is within. He is naked, and he is in bed with me, the mistress of the house for the moment.
Kamesh's father did not lose a moment praising my sexy body – he was an avid porn watcher and told me I looked like the East European Nikki Anderson – only thing that I was duskier.
I knew that I am astoundingly beautiful, tall and fair with an impossibly vivacious and sexy face and all these years, my complexion has remained flawless, like creamy vanilla, with not an inch of surplus flesh on me.
I was on my back on the bed – when he entered, 50 years of age but impeccable skin and fitness, just with the towel on him – he was not prepared to receive me, he was shocked and asked me to leave immediately.
I smiled coquettishly at him and let my sari's pallu grind between the boobs- the globes from within the blouse were easily visible, no bra – you see. On my back now, I slowly started un-hooking my blouse – he sucked his breath as the hooks started to come off, and just on the last one- his towel fell off and lo-behold was his gigantic penis.
He knelt across my face, his legs spread wide, his hands gripping the wrought-iron bedstead, encircling his cock and balls with the fingers of one hand, he rocked it in front of my face asking me to start working on it, I knew that this was going to only make me a one night whore and that was not my plan, I wanted him to be my slave as my other lovers are, so just rubbed my forefinger across my upper lip below the nose raising his erection and turned my head rapidly towards him and dipped my finger into my sexy mouth and gingerly applied the saliva on the forehead where there once upon a time – he must have had his foreskin- which was all but a rubble at the base of the cock.
He twitched between his thighs, sucking air quickly and fast, his cock is long and thick and hard and dark and it glistened and shined with my manual finger's ministrations, he wanted me to suck it and started in gasps and moans and began pumping his hips as he fucked in the air trying to push the cock into my mouth and hitting it on my face, with his buttocks flexing and unrelenting.
His head was bent to watch me start to suck him off.
"Give me the towel!" I told him suddenly. "Tuvalu esta ra!"
Without pausing in his behavior, Kamesh's father gave me the towel still expecting me to start on the cock-sucking, but I was not to be what he wanted from me, fumbled for a bottle of Baby Oil in my handbag, and taking a handful, applied it to the underside of his pricks, balls and licking it off my lips, re-applied the mixture of saliva and the gunk back on the dick.
He was with his eyes closed, savoring the pleasure, I slowly got up from the bed and with the towel went to the bathroom and asked him to wait for me. I took a long time – it was important for me to make him desire the inevitable – even if it meant – to get him disgruntled.
I stripped and got into the bathtub – rubbed lotion on my pussy and parted the lips to let the lotion reach the insides, it was going to be difficult for the old man to resist sucking my guava. He was going to just eat it without a single cut.
After a long bath- I draped the towel around my svelte body and came out -Relief registered clearly in his face, once again, desire kindled in his eyes.
"You bet, sweetheart," I purred throatily and ran my slim fingertips lightly and teasingly down the front of his body, suddenly impatient with the wastefulness of mere conversation, he rose hastily from the bed and began to pull at the towel.
"My big old cock has just been waiting for the feel of your sweet lips around it, baby, and it doesn't want to wait any longer."
His lust-bright eyes fastened greedily on my naked, tantalizing body as he pulled down skin of his suddenly hardening cock from the confinement of his hands, and roved them over the dusky wheat like, cream-like contours, displayed nakedly before him.
His gaze rested hotly on the sight of my plush, full breasts, the narrowest of valleys running between the magnificent firmness of the twin globes.
His thick heavy cock jerked higher as his eyes dropped lower to take in the milky, voluptuous hips that led down to the delicious sweep of long slender legs.
Between the shapely, breath-taking thighs that draped enticingly over the edge of the bed, Srinivasan could see clearly through the soft pubic hair covering my ripe loins to the fleshy pinkness of my vaginal slit glistening wetly in the morning light filtering through the tinted glass window, "Now, baby," he suddenly groaned, hoarse with mounting need.
"Come over here and give me some of those sweet lips, the way I have been desiring from you."
With a soft moan of pleasure, I wiggled across the room, then leaned on one elbow until my beautiful face was poised directly in front of him, within inches of his now hard, pulsing shaft of flesh rising menacingly up from the front of his torso, 'You really want me Srinivasan, you were full of spite a while ago, you were red-eyed when Kamesh brought me to your house the other day', saying -, my long, red-lacquered fingernails scratched lightly over the heavily-veined surface of the rock-hard prick, causing it to jerk convulsively as the hot air of my breath blew softly on it .
"I could not stand your attractive figure, my cock was darting its lips all over my crotch every moment it sensed your sensuous presence around, I never thought the dream will be fulfilled', he grunted and his breath quickened even more as I began to expertly massage the massive cock, lovingly, up and down until one glistening drop of pearly viscous fluid seeped out from the broad, mushroom-shaped head.
I then moved my slender fingers down lower to his sperm-bloated balls, cradling their softness in my palm.
He groaned and gritted his teeth at my expertly tender ministrations of his stiff cock and large drooping testicles.
"Do you like it, then, my lover – you are not the first one, all my lovers start with spiting me giving an impression as if even my very presence is ill-omen but given an opportunity – they will sink every part of their body and self respect into my sexy pussy, am I right, Srinivasan?" I asked coquettishly, fully aware of the heated effect that my naked female body and the teasing touch of my fingertips was having on him. "Does it make you forget all about those nasty moments when you misbehaved with me?"
"You know damn well I want you in whichever you are you and don't tease me, suck my cock, you know it how much men like it, bitch," he growled, irritated by the mention of the annoyances that he was trying so hard to forget.
"Don't tease me, goddammit. You are my dream come true fuck, have been wanting to fuck from those good old days when Suhas laid his hands on you few years ago, that was the time, when I was courting your mother, she must have been 36 years at that time, Oh...what a fuck Geeta used to be, she used to add honey to milk and lave it on my cock while taking it in her mouth, she once fucked me with your father just in the other room with both you and your sister, she just loved to suck my cock!"
I learnt later that – Suhas was encouraged to pick on me only because of Srinivasan, who gave him voyeur lessons and taught him how to ensnare me. I felt cheated, it was not known to me that this old man had such a illicit history with my family.
"Are you still in touch with Suhas?" – I asked him.
"He is suffering or couple of years now, since his wife died. He needs a companion both in and out of bed, why don't you visit him, or I can get him to visit you'? – he proposed.
"No – not now', I did not want to tell him that Suhas and I spent a whole week naked in each other's arms dirty and sweaty a few months ago - where he spiked my ass multiple times and then we were separated at that time.
Suddenly, he moaned and jerked his anxious loins forward involuntarily as the delicious wet warmth of my parted lips closed over the sensitive, blood-swollen glans of his penis.
He moaned louder and reached down to tangle his fingers tightly in my dark wavy hair, guiding the rhythm of my now-bobbing head below. Only a woman knows how to get a man under her pants, God how he had needed this!
He looked down to watch my penis-filled face, my soft lips stretched wide with the thickness of his aching cock buried at least halfway up in my sucking mouth.
I sensed his increasing excitement and began to suck harder, twirling my smooth red tongue titillating around the moist stickiness of the bulbous head.
As he felt the tips of my teeth digging gently into the rubbery, resisting skin, he turned his head to gaze sideways into the huge mirror that filled the wall beside his desk for a better view of his gorgeous, willing mistress's face as his turgid, hard rod began to saw rhythmically in and out of my wetly oval mouth.
Just the sight alone was enough to drive him insane, causing his loins to tense more and jerk up into my laboring face until the reflected image he saw looked as though he were ramming his long, hard prick more than halfway down my slender throat.
Practically all of his thick fleshy penis now seemed to disappear with each new powerful thrust he made until finally only a short stretch of it showed shining wet and white, protruding from my distended lips.
I was gorged with his fiery blood-filled flesh, his pulsating length like a savage creature with its own existence and needs that had taken control over his body and mind.
He swore to himself, the bitch could really suck cock, as though I had been born with one in my mouth and had learned to treat it as part of myself.
Sure, Kamesh had told me that this old man of his often desired other women–the younger and more innocent the better–but for now he could always depend upon me to deliver the kind of pure satisfaction he wanted ... like this ... and without any bothersome preliminaries.
My experienced tongue worked with a nerve-tingling swipe of its tip on each out-stroke and was making his cock-head throb and lurch as if a live electric wire were being touched against it.
The impassioned middle-aged Oil manager was completely mesmerized by the lewd spectacle in the mirror, watching the pink moist flesh of my tightly compressed lips being focused on the labor of giving him this obscene pleasure.
My full, heavy breasts bobbed and swayed against my rocking torso, and the very sight of it incited him to increasing heights of brain-reeling passion.
"Keep on, keep on sucking my cock," Srinivasan hissed through tightly clenched teeth, soft brown hair, driving my face down viciously into his thrusting loins.
"Suck harder, suck faster, goddammit," he snarled down at me slaving between his widespread, trembling legs.
My ripe body was beginning to gleam from the light beading of sweat forming on my ivory skin, and he was gloating and enjoying the sight of my lying subserviently on the edge of the bed, my lipstick-oval lips wrapped tightly around the thick roundness of his limp-hard cock as he stood over my, lunging his hips furiously into my lovely twisted face.
He could feel a powerful pressure building relentlessly up to a fever pitch in his painfully full balls, and he knew it would not be long now.
His middle-aged cock felt like it was ready to explode and spew the creamy sperm in his bloated testicles in all directions, everywhere in the room.
He drove his pelvis heartlessly into my face, even more cruelly now, and heard with delight the mumbled cry of protest that came from my as his long hefty prick drubbed deeper and deeper into my tortured, warm wet mouth, driving far down into my yearning throat.
But he heeded nothing in his quest to end this exquisite agony, the ecstasy that was building, building, and building to the peak of spectacular relief in his burning loins and within his balls.
Suddenly he felt a great upheaval in his lust-swollen testicles as the boiling white sperm began to race in a hot stream up the length of his thrusting cock.
His own lips pulled back over his teeth in an ecstatic grimace and he gasped hoarsely as though in excruciating pain.
His thick fleshy penis began a sudden wild jerking that, without warning, flooded my hungry sucking mouth with burst after burst of heatedly sticky cum, bloating my smooth cheeks outward with each bullet-like spurt, so that I had to swallow quickly to keep from spilling, yet still lapping and caressing at his phallus.
"Don't stop, Shanti, suck it, suck it!" he rasped as he tightened his hands in my tawny hair and convulsively slammed his pulsating cock farther and farther into my lipsticked mouth and deep down into my distended throat.
I, the naked woman obeyed and continued to suck insanely as he shot his lewd sperm into me, filling my mouth, almost drowning me, until at last he gave a shuddering sigh and pulled himself back and out of my lips for one final thrust.
But he missed my still eagerly sucking mouth by a fraction of an inch when he lunged forward again.
The blunt inflamed head rammed against the side of my face by mistake, leaving a long sticky trail of hot cum smeared lewdly along my upper lip and my right cheek.
Undaunted, I twisted my head and maneuvered my voracious mouth to seize the base of his hard- throbbing staff of flesh between my teeth, like a dog with a stick, then, grasping his scrotum with my fingers, I lifted my head to guide the glistening tip back into the warmth of my open mouth, squeezing up on the cock with my fingers to milk out and devour every last drop of the delicious white fluid.
Little by little, his sated penis deflated between my oval lips and, at last, Srinivasan collapsed back into his chair in exhaustion, pulling his prick from my lips with a wet little slurping sound that resounded wetly in the stillness of the office.
A great sigh of relief escaped his lips, and I lay back happily on the bed, a loving, contented smile spreading across my beautiful, cum-smeared face.
I lay there for a few moments, catching my breath, then sat up again on the edge of the bed.
"That's something you can't get in a widower's life, isn't it, Srinivasan?" the perspiring whore in me asked him with a proud little twitch, a sparkle of female triumph in my brownish-dark eyes.
Catching sight of the magazine that lay crumpled beneath my rounded thigh, I picked it up and added with a silly giggle, "Why don't you have Kamesh do a video on my blowjob, Srinivasan? Think of the publicity you'd get!" and I though it was all over. I was mistaken.
He then told me some lusty stories of how he fucked one of Kamesh's college mates last winter when she had come to Dhanbad. Her name was Hema and belonged to Bangalore and was a Tamilian. Srinivasan, I understand, was just smitten by her looks and was waiting to sink his cock into her, and to date, Kamesh is not aware why she ditched him and vanished into wilderness.
In reality, she is still in touch with Srinivasan.
Srinivasan grasped my thigh and pulled it closer to his head and showed me one of the lusty fuck films with Hema.
She was kneeling with her full, brown ass facing him. She raised her thigh as he pulled it toward him and straddled his head with her luscious hips, not missing a stroke on his cock as she did so.
Here was the third view that Srinivasan had at his command – Hema's fragrant, hot pussy spread out invitingly right in front of his sex-flushed face and hungry mouth. Her dark pubic hair was soft and fine, and framed her plump pussy-lips and tightly puckered anus. He stared at the beautiful, juicy sight for a long moment before taking his first taste of her wet cunt.
Grasping the smooth, cool flesh of her buttocks, he spread her ass-cheeks and exposed even more of her lovely pussy. He saw her cunt open, her asshole spread, and her swollen clit strain from between her turgid pussy-lips as he pressed his face into her steaming crotch.
I was amazed at this girl's brazen boldness, she must have been 19-20 years at that time, How old were you at this time?' I asked him.
"Forty three, watch this' – he twisted my face towards the laptop.
Hema released an ecstatic groan as she felt Srinivasan's skilled tongue touch her excited cunt. She sucked harder on the head of his cock, straining to get more of his massive prick into her mouth as he began to excite her juicy pussy.
Srinivasan pressed his tongue lightly against Hema's clit and licked smoothly up through the humid valley of her cunt, into her dripping hole, and onto her flexing asshole – where he lingered for a moment to tantalize the wrinkled pucker.
He then swept his tongue quickly back through the hot cleft of her cunt, pressing more firmly this time, and plucked the throbbing clit into his mouth, sucking hard.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... that's right ... suck my clit, my lover ... suck it hard!" she cried, her mouth involuntarily leaving his cock as the delicious feelings in her loins swept through her entire body.
She sucked his cock back into her quivering mouth, pulling him in deeper this time as he continued to tease her clit. He knew the way she liked it.
He kept a steady pressure on that swollen bud of clit-flesh, feeling it throb and move, and then began to flick lightly and maddeningly with the tip of his tongue.
Keeping the hot little love-button trapped with his lips, he vibrated it expertly with his tongue. He felt the warm sensation of his cock going deeper and deeper into her mouth in return. "Uuuuummmmm," she moaned, her mouth and throat stuffed with his cock.
She was going wild with lust.
Srinivasan's hot mouth sucking and manipulating that most sensitive part of her cunt was unleashing all her passion.
With her animal desires blazing, she fought back the reflex to gag and pressed her head down farther on Srinivasan's long cock, letting it slide all the way into her throat.
Her lips pressed against his pubic hair as she gulped and sucked on his hot prick.
The moans came from Srinivasan now as he felt her consume his entire cock.
He let her throbbing clit escape from his sucking mouth and began again to lap his tongue through the entire hot, wet region of her loins.
He licked in long strokes, massaging her burning crotch from clit to asshole. Hema was on the brink of orgasm.
I could tell by the way his cock was deep in her throat, and by the way her hips were starting to buck and twitch above his face, I could also tell by the way her cunt-hole was squeezing his tongue as he plunged deep into her pussy, and by the way her asshole was flexing excitedly.
He knew that now was the time to push her over the edge of bliss – before he came and while she was at the peak of her passion. He again captured her twitching clit between his lips and massaged and pulled firmly on her small dark pink bud. He felt the tiny center of passion throb as he pulled, her hot pussy-flesh stretching and straining as he clamped down more firmly. "Aaaaahhhh ... uuuuhhhh!"
His skillful manipulation of her clit did the trick. Her head was raised above his cock, her face a mask of passion as she howled and moaned in the ecstasy of her orgasm.
As her orgasm gradually faded, Hema relaxed her lust-tightened body. She hung her head back between Srinivasan's legs and sucked gently just at the head of his bloated cock. She sucked with her eyes closed, a placid, satisfied expression on her face.
Srinivasan took one last, loving lick at her tightly flexed asshole and gently pushed her hips forward. She knew just what he wanted her to do. All that was needed was a hint.
She crept forward slowly on her knees, still straddling Srinivasan's body.
He watched with pleasure the lovely scene her spread ass- cheeks made as they shifted from side to side, opening and closing to reveal her asshole and the blonde-haired pouch of her pussy-lips.
Srinivasan looked again at the TV screen. The image was still that of Hema finger fucking.
The scene was farther along now and her actions were less relaxed and more feverish. One hand was at her tits, kneading her soft, white tit-flesh while pulling at her erect nipples.
Her other hand was still between her smooth thighs, her fingers alternately plucking at her clit, dipping into her twat, tantalizing her asshole. Her face now had the expression of a woman totally absorbed in the wonderful task of jerking off. And doing a very good job of it.
Hema's hips were now poised over Srinivasan's cock – it waved erect, pointing straight at her luscious loins.
Reaching between her legs, Hema spread her hanging cunt-lips with her fingers.
She pulled them widely apart, opening her twat for Srinivasan's prick.
She slowly lowered herself until the head of his large tool was just touching the inner opening of her pussy.
She released her hold on her cunt-flaps and her pussy-lips surrounded the head of his cock with warm wetness.
"Uuummmmm ... you're hot tonight, Hema," Srinivasan groaned as thehead of his cock was engulfed by her warm pussy.
"Just feel this," Hema said lustily. "If you think my pussy's hot on the outside, it's boiling on the inside!" she relaxed her hips and allowed herself to descend smoothly and steadily, his prick sliding straight into her cunt.
Her hands went involuntarily to her smooth belly as she felt a wonderful sensation of fullness.
Srinivasan's hot cock was a perfect fit in her tight pussy.
She lowered her hips until she was resting on Srinivasan's pelvis, his cock buried to the hilt in the warm folds of her flesh.
"Ooooohhhhh ... that's good ... can you feel how hot it is?" she asked in a hoarse, passion-filled voice as she enjoyed the tightly stuffed feeling in her deep pussy.
She watched herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She had a full frontal view other lovely body.
Her long dark hair fell down on her shoulders. Her tits were taut and uplifted with jutting pink nipples.
Her slim waist tapered out to full hips with the soft patch of her dark pubic hair at the base of her belly pressing into the black hair that encircled the base of Srinivasan's cock.
"Yeah, Hema baby," Srinivasan answered. "It's boiling ... it's boiling hot in there!"
Srinivasan was enjoying the wonderful tight heat of her pussy and admiring his triple view of Hema at the same time, he turned his head away from the laptop screen where Hema was now beginning to probe her ass with her finger as his cock stretched the pussy lips, he looked down at my hips where I was squatted with my flawless back and achingly beautiful ass facing toward him.
I could see the base of his cock encircled by the turgid fingers, and my asshole nestled against his pubic hair, as she held his cock all the way inside her pussy on the screen.
Turning my head slightly sideways, I was able to see her front side reflected in the mirror at the foot of the bed. She was stroking her tits, lightly pinching her swollen nipples as she watched her reflection and relished the feeling of his big cock inside her loins, his balls pulled tightly up against the base of his cock, directly under the triangle of dark hair at the apex of her lower belly.
Now I raised my body smoothly and slowly.
His cock appeared, inch by inch, sliding wetly out of my pussy. It was red and glistening from the heat and wetness of the happenings a while ago and the screen display, the lips of my cunt adhered to the smooth skin of his cock as I raised her hips higher. My cunt seemed to suck at the prick that stretched my inflamed, pink lips.
On the screen Hema stopped at the point where only the head of his burning tool was enclosed in the moist folds of her pussy-flesh.
"How does it feel in there now, honey?" I purred, knowing how he loved that first complete immersion in my cunt, I flexed the mouth of my cunt as I held my body steady, squeezing his hard cock-head.
"Oh, yeah ... it's good Shanti, watching my old flame and you serving me live, this day is great Jaya, baby," Srinivasan groaned, closing his eyes tightly from the biting sensation of my pussy squeezing his red, swollen cock-head.
He told me a lot of Hema, 'She's one in a million, the only girl I've ever fucked who could control her pussy that way. Look at the way, she is beginning to lower herself again, her pussy sucking on my cock."
He watched with pleasure as the huge head of his massive prick first stretched her pussy-lips to their widest point, and then moved smoothly on through to her hot, tight cunt.
He told me that he had always been amazed at the ease with which she could consume his cock with her mouth or her cunt.
Even her ass could take in the whole thing – but not quite as easily and usually not without some coaxing from Srinivasan.
His cock was long and thick, and many of the women he had fucked just couldn't handle it.
Not Hema, however.
He never ceased to enjoy watching her engulfing his gorgeous cock with her lips or twat or asshole.
On the live- front, I was halfway down on his cock by now, feeling the big head plow through my cunt-hole.
My pussy-juices were beginning to flow and I could feel them dripping from her widely stretched pussy.
My pubic hair and asshole were becoming saturated with the sweet, sticky juice.
On the screen, my rival (Oh-Gosh, I started to treat her as my rival), Hema sighed deeply as the mouth of her pussy touched his pubic hair. She immediately began to slide her pussy up his cock again.
She sped up her movements and was soon beginning another hot downward stroke. She began to groan deep in her throat with each
Upward stroke, then suck her breath sharply as she moved swiftly back down Srinivasan's smooth cock.
Srinivasan watched her reflection in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her head thrown back with her mouth open, as she passionately caressed her tits and belly and thighs. At the downward portion of each thrust, she would grasp his fat balls in her hand and lightly squeeze his swollen nut-sack.
As Srinivasan looked back at the rear view of her body, her hips twitching and her ass-cheeks parting with each stroke, he explained to me that he realized that he was dose to shooting his cum into her pussy.
He knew that now was the time to slow down and prolong the pleasure. He also knew that she was turned on enough at this point to take his entire cock into her tight, sexy asshole.
"Hold on, baby!" Srinivasan commanded, grabbing Hema's ass tightly as he leaned forward. He held her there at the top of her stroke, her pussy barely making contact with the head of his cock.
On the screen, "Let's slow down just a little," he said softly, teasing her by flexing his cock in the mouth of her cunt.
"Oh, Srinivasan!" Hema squealed. "Give it to me ... give it to me now!"
Srinivasan held on tightly to Hema's squirming ass and prevented her from ramming herself back down on his cock.
He watched with delight as her tender asshole flexed excitedly. He knew she was hot enough to let him stuff his whole cock into that tight little hole.
"Okay, baby, okay," Srinivasan said in a voice thickened by lust. "I'll give it to you ... in your ass."
"Oh, Srinivasan," Hema moaned, "anywhere ... anywhere you say!" He looked on with pleasure as she raised her hips and released his cock from the strong grasp of her pussy.
He told me how surprised he used to be at how easily she agreed to his demands that day, she usually had to be coaxed along for a while before she would let him stick that big cock of his into her ass.
Meanwhile, Srinivasan released his gripped attention on the screen and turned his head to look at my face was which flushed with deep, sexual desire.
He loved watching me finger-fuck my ass, while his cock was slowly milking my pussy in a Kamasutra pose..
Returning his gaze to the screen and Hema, we saw that she had leaned forward, raising her ass away from his cock. He loved to watch her prepare herself for getting fucked in the ass.
She spread her thighs wider.
Reaching down between her legs, she began to dip her long fingers into her dripping cunt then rub the juices on her tightly flexed anus. She was first using only two, but she gradually worked three fingers into her still-excited pussy.
Slowly withdrawing them, enjoying the feeling as she did so, she smeared her sweet, sticky cunt-sauce all over her brown dark asshole.
Srinivasan enjoyed this part of their little ritual almost as much as he loved the feeling of her tight asshole sliding down hassock.
The thrill of watching a beautiful woman playing with her pussy and asshole was almost beyond compare.
As she gradually soaked her puckered anus in love-juices, it took on the dark pink, feverish color of her inflamed pussy-flesh. Once it was properly lubricated, she began to lightly probe into the opening with her fingertips.
Slowly, she pushed two fingers into her hot opening, stretching it wider and wider.
She continued to alternately plunge her fingers first into her asshole then back into her pussy, wetting her anus still more, finally sinking three fingers into her tight, puckered opening.
Srinivasan saw her passionate expression in the big mirror as she leaned toward it, her big tits hanging forward and swaying with her movements.
He glanced again me and saw me now arching my back in orgasm, totally wild with lust, the blue blooded cock deep in my pussy.
Srinivasan and I again returned our gaze to the screen saw that she now had three fingers sunk completely in the widely stretched hole between the cheeks of her perfect, white ass.
"Oh ... Srinivasan," she gasped feverishly. "I'm ready ... I'm ready for your cock."
"Just a second, baby," Srinivasan replied. "Come back here for a minute and give me a taste of that asshole before I put my cock in there."
Hema complied with his order. She crawled backwards on her knees, her ass spread wide. Each backward movement she made with her knees pulled her cheeks apart invitingly as her loins moved closer to Srinivasan's waiting mouth. She stopped with her beautiful ass and pussy spread wide and wet right in front of Srinivasan's face.
"Oh, yeah, baby," Srinivasan moaned, placing his hands on the smooth ass-cheeks directly in front of him. He stretched them apart as wide as they would go, making her asshole actually protrude slightly from the wet crevice between her ass-globes.
Pulling her ass toward his face, he opened his mouth and pressed his lips to her brown, puckered hole.
He held his open mouth against her closed anus. He licked it lovingly and tickled the very center of her tight little rosette with the tip of his tongue.
He told me how he loved the way her anus tasted and felt after she had been playing with it and rubbing it with her pussy-juice.
He pressed his tongue hard against the center of her tight ring of ass-muscle.
Her fingers had loosened her tight sphincter and his tongue slid easily into the hot passage.
He fucked his tongue in and out of the squeezing hole, enjoying the little moans and gasps his actions caused.
He kept his lips pressed around the musky opening and continued to manipulate her anus with his tongue, just like he was kissing her mouth!
Hema let a long, lusty sigh escape her throat as she felt Srinivasan's tongue probe deeper and deeper into her inflamed anus.
She felt him remove one of his hands from her buttocks and soon felt his experienced fingers take hold of her swollen clit. Shivers shot deliciously through her body as her clit was tweaked and lightly pinched.
Then she felt the simultaneous deep thrust of his tongue and an extreme, squeezing pressure on her protruding clit.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... squeeze my clit ... squeeze it, baby!" she screamed. "Ooooohhhhh, that's sooooo goooood ... tongue-fuck my ass, lover!"
Srinivasan loved the sound of her sexual excitement. He squeezed harder on her throbbing clit, sticking his tongue as deep into her shit-hole as it would go as a powerful orgasm swept through her lovely body.
Removing his tongue from her hole, he pushed her sex-stunned body forward. "Okay, baby. Now for the real thing," he said lustily.
She moved back down toward his still-erect cock until her hips were positioned above his throbbing prick.
"All right, get it in there," he ordered in a husky voice. "Come on ... get it in your ass!"
Hema, meanwhile, was preparing to do the same with his real cock.
She grasped Srinivasan's thick tool in her fist and guided the head of it to the mouth of her ass.
Placing the tip there, she began to slowly but steadily rest the full weight of her hips on Srinivasan's dick.
Srinivasan moaned as he felt the sensitive head of his cock contact the hot flesh of Hema's anus.
Hema felt the bulbous head of Srinivasan's beautiful cock spread open the tight ring of muscle and gradually enter her anal passage.
She wiggled her hips to help ease it into her ass, loving every sensation of the hot cock head intruding into her bowels.
Srinivasan looked at the large mirror and enjoyed the ecstatic bliss of Hema's face as his cock began to penetrate.
He was able to watch his dick disappear into her beautiful ass, watch the lovely reflection of Hema's face and body, and savor the comfort that he will be able to see a recorded version of Hema's fanatical calisthenics with him in all forms at all times to come.
As the head of Srinivasan's cock passed on into her squeezing shit-passage, Hema threw her head back and howled at the burning sensation it created in her belly.
"Aaaaahhhhh ... it feels so goooooood, baby," she groaned. "Ooooohhhhh ... I love it, I love it!"
She reached down and grabbed her ass-cheeks with both hands and spread them widely apart to help accommodate more of Srinivasan's big cock. Srinivasan watched the lovely view of Hema's ass opening wider and wider as his cock disappeared inch by inch into her squeezing ass hole.
"Yeah, baby! Squeeze it in there! Squeeze my cock into that tight ass," he sighed. Her ass continued to suck in more and more of his hot cock-flesh. He was stretching her entire rectum with his magnificent prick.
"Ooooohhhhh ... I love it, baby," I cooed, unable to hold off the feelings of deep orgasm that were beginning in my belly and traveling up my spine. My hand involuntarily reached for my twitching clit and began to manipulate it feverishly.
My other hand went to my swollen nipples and pinched and pulled the hot, hard, red buds.
I was going into a realm of sexual ecstasy my clit was being rapidly stimulated; my nipples and tits were being stroked and caressed expertly watching her asshole being filled with hard, hot cock-meat the live cock in my pussy was creating havoc, and I also wanted something in my ass and just hoped that Srinivasan would do something about my ass.
Srinivasan took intense sexual satisfaction in both the feeling and appearance of his 6-inch cock sinking into Hema's butt, and he also noticed her beautifully passionate reflection in the big foot-of-the-bed mirror.
Looking sideways, he saw my plight and realized that that was probably what she wanted now, too.
Reaching forward, he took me by the shoulders and gently but firmly pulled me backwards until I was reclining against him.
Srinivasan reached to the shelf at the head of the big bed and grasped the bright, blue dildo that Hema had left behind, positioning it between my legs and guiding himself by the reflection in the screen, he placed the big head of the fake cock at the mouth of my gaping asshole.
He slowly pushed the plastic prick into my ass hole and filled me in both the places.
I cried out in response. "Ooooohhhhh ... Srinivasan, baby ... my ass ... my cunt ... FUCK ME... FUCK ME!" I was at the very brink of orgasm, beginning my rapid slide to another round of depraved ecstasy.
Both my hands were now at my breasts, kneading and squeezing the firm mounds of brown flesh; my hips were bucking and writhing and sucking in the last few inches of his hot cock into my cunt with the dildo in my butt; head was thrown back with my long dark hair flying about and face flushed and distorted with sexual bliss.
He felt the hot jism rising within his loins. The bucking movement of Hema's ass on the screen was getting him off without me even beginning to stroke his heavy cock.
He spasmodically heaved his cock roughly in and out of my cunt, burying the dildo completely in the tight, hot confines of my butt.
"Uuuuuhhhhh ... chitty ... I'm coming ... I'M COMING," Hema cried on the screen frantically as the sensations of all her stimulations finally drove her over the brink into complete sexual abandon.
And here with my hands squeezed and pressed on my tits, my loins twitched and bucked to gain each inch of penetration into my cunt and ass.
Hema was coming beautifully.
Srinivasan felt himself coming, too in my pussy. I felt the thick, hot jets of cum traveling through his cock, splashing into the deep interior of Hema's ass on the screen and my cunt now – right now – what a moment – what a timing.
Both their bodies shook and quaked as the intense powers of orgasm overcame them at the same time and as they lunged feverishly against each other with all the force in their bodies ... out here we too, once ... twice ... three times ... our orgasm took control.
This was an unforgettable experience – and Srinivasan confessed to me that Hema had a long-term effect on him.
He had not fucked any one like her after she went away till I came in this day. He did not want to lose me.
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