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Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 01

By: white_on_brown



My First Indian

This is the story of my first encounter with a very sexy Indian lady. There are plenty more stories to come, so if you like what you read, let me know and I'll write some more. This story takes quite a while to get going, because I like to take things steady and set the scene, but stick with it we'll get to the hot part, in good time.

Let me say right away, I'm a white, British guy, but I absolutely love Asian women. Over there in the USA, I know that 'Asian' usually refers to Oriental women; Chinese, Japanese or Korean. But here in the UK, Asian means Indian or Pakistani. For me, there's something about that dusky skin, those liquid brown eyes and the deep black hair that does it for me every time – I can't get enough.

I first realised this about ten or so years ago, when I was still married. There was an Indian girl at work, who I started noticing. She was only small and quite curvy, with long black hair and the cutest little face. She worked in a different department but I saw her most days and we'd always say hello, though we never really talked much.

I began to find myself looking out for her and she'd always smile when we saw each other. I began watching her more and more and admiring the way her ass swayed in her jeans and the curve of her breasts under the tight sweaters she wore.

She didn't dress provocatively, but then, she didn't need to. What I could see was enough and my mind filled in the blanks.

There was no way I was ever going to do anything about it; she was soon to be married and it wasn't the kind of place where it was easy to chat someone up without being noticed and besides I was already married. So she was just a fantasy to me, but that's definitely where my interest started.

I used to get hard at my desk just thinking about her and on a couple of occasions I had to go the bathroom and masturbate while I fantasised banging her over the basin. God, she got me hot.

Anyway, like I say nothing happened between us and eventually I left that job and moved on. But, now I started noticing Asian girls everywhere. The town I live in is on the Western edge of London, close to Hounslow, Southall and Slough, three of the South's largest Asian communities, so there were plenty of opportunities to fuel my fantasies.

My wife had an Indian friend and we were invited round a couple of times to have dinner with her and her husband. She was much taller and slimmer than my cute little colleague but with those same dark eyes and that dark lickable skin. I loved watching her over the dinner table, though I had to be careful not to make it too obvious and though I'm pretty sure she had no interest in me, she certainly worked hard to please me in my daydreams. 

A couple of years later, my wife and I separated. Nothing to do with other people and certainly nothing to do with my secret obsession – we just grew apart and after the kids had left home, I felt stifled and discontent. It was the usual mid-life crisis, I guess, no one to blame but myself and in many ways the separation was pretty smooth and my wife and I are still good friends.

At the time of this story, I was 46, had been living alone for a couple of years and was really beginning to enjoy life again. I did a little dating, but still hadn't had the opportunity or maybe the courage to find myself an Asian woman. I think I half believed that finding an Indian woman who liked white guys would be too difficult, so I hadn't tried. In the end it all happened by accident and I haven't looked back since.

At my age, keeping in shape is important. Every year that goes past makes it harder to stop the muscles shrinking and everything heading South, so I'm a regular gym-goer. Stupidly, I still smoke so maybe half my hard work is being undone every time I light up, but I think I'm doing OK. I'm 6 foot 2, so the little bit of extra weight I sometimes carry is pretty hard to spot.

I always go to the gym in the early morning and then cycle home for a leisurely breakfast before heading into work, or sometimes I work from home. Most mornings at that time, on my way home, I used to stop off at the local newsagents to buy my cigarettes and a paper to read over my morning coffee.

The newsagent's is owned by a really nice Indian couple, Raj and Sareeta. They were about the same age as me and we always used to exchange a few friendly words. Sareeta is a little plump and not the prettiest and she always had a ready smile. I liked her she didn't particularly turn me on.

One bright Monday morning, fresh from my workout, feeling energised, I strolled in and was surprised to see a new, much more attractive face behind the counter. This woman was younger than Sareeta, maybe around 35 and she had the most stunning eyes I had ever seen close up. I must have looked startled, because she looked at me a little strangely. After a moment I found my voice again.

She greeted me as I put the newspaper down and I couldn't help running my eyes over her body. She wore a simple, plain dress with a thin cardigan over the top, but even in such an ordinary outfit, she couldn't have looked sexier. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made my blood run faster through my veins. I literally had to drag my eyes away from the curve of her hips and force myself to look her in the eye again, for fear of looking like a drooling pervert. I could actually feel myself getting erect, just looking at her.

I glanced into the store room at the back of the shop, where Raj and Sareeta usually sat when there were no customers, but it was empty.

"Hi, you're new" I said, "Where are Raj and Sareeta this morning?"

"I'm Sareeta's sister," she replied, "they had to go away for a couple of days, so I'm helping out." She had quite a low voice, but it wasn't from shyness; she was confidently holding eye contact and I was finding it hard to concentrate. There was something very provocative about her and I immediately wondered just how long they might be away and began to hope it would be for as long as possible.

"They didn't mention they were going away," I said casually after asking her for a pack of cigarettes. It suddenly seemed important to let her know that I was a regular and on good terms with her sister and brother. Almost without realising it, I was trying to put myself in a good light. I could already envisage a string of pleasant encounters in the days ahead.

At this point she put a bit of a damper on my flirtatious musings, in two ways. First as she put the pack down on the counter, I spotted the wedding ring on her finger. Of course, I thought, she and her husband must be running things while Raj and his wife were away. Oh well, I could still flirt a little, but I better be careful in case he's lurking round the corner. Then she told me that Raj's mother had been taken into hospital and that he and Sareeta had had to leave for Birmingham early this morning. I felt a bit of a heel for hoping that my friends might be gone for a while.

I expressed the hope that things would be OK for them and asked her to pass on my regards. She smiled sweetly and said she would. I paid, got what felt like a direct and rather personal smile in return and left the shop.

I couldn't stop thinking about her all day. I convinced myself that she was just being professionally friendly and reminded myself that she was married, but I still spent most of the day dreaming about that luscious body and those provocative eyes. I decided then and there that the next woman I went out with would be a dark and sexy Asian, just like her.

I normally go to the gym every other day but I was so keen to see her again, that if I hadn't been away on business for the next two days I would have gone the very next morning. So it wasn't till Thursday morning that I rose early, put on my exercise gear, got my bike out of the garage and rode eagerly off to the gym. I knew the shop didn't open till just before I was on my way home again, but I still rode past slowly hoping to catch a glimpse of her, but the shop was still shuttered up.

She was in my mind all through the workout and during the few laps of the pool I always like to do, to cool down and stretch. In fact I thought about her so much, that I found myself getting erect as I showered. I had to turn the water to cold for a minute so that I wouldn't have the embarrassment of wandering round the changing room with a hard-on.

I quickly dressed and took extra care to make sure I looked presentable before striding out and jumping back on my bike for the short ride to the newsagent's. As I rounded the corner I was surprised to see that the shutters were still down and that there were no signs of life. I felt a pang of remorse when it hit me that maybe Raj's mother had taken a turn for the worse.

I was just about to ride home feeling a mixture of disappointment and guilt, when I saw her coming around the corner, head down, sorting through a large bunch of keys. I pulled the bike up just as she knelt down to undo one of the padlocks. She looked up slightly startled as I said Hello. For a moment she looked at me blankly but then that provocative smile lit up her face again. My blood surged as I saw that she recognised me and certainly didn't seem unhappy to see me.

"Oh hello again," she said and stood up to undo the other padlock. She was wearing jeans and a sweater this time and I had a glorious view of her well-rounded breasts outlined beneath the wool as she stretched to reach the lock. "Sorry, I'm running a bit late."

"That's OK, no rush" I replied, thinking that I'd happily watch her all day if I had the chance. I asked after Raj's mother as she fiddled with the lock and was relieved to hear that she was doing well and also secretly pleased to learn that they would be away for several more days.

She bent down and put her hands at the base of the shutter to pull it up. From where I was standing, it almost looked like she was deliberately jutting out her gorgeous ass, tightly clad in blue denim. It took me a split second to realise that she was having trouble with the shutter and a second or two more to have the presence of mind to offer her a hand.

She stepped back gratefully. "I hate this thing," she said, "it's much too stiff". Like a filthy minded schoolboy, I wondered whether she disliked other stiff things, but then I remembered the possible presence of a husband and tried to get my thoughts back to the task in hand.

The shutter moved easily enough, but it was heavy and I could see how she might struggle with it so I asked her why she didn't get her husband to help her with it.

"Oh I would," she said, "but he's in Montreal till next month. It might be a bit inconvenient for him." My mind did an erotic flip at this news, but I managed to stop the gleeful grin reaching my face.

I pushed the shutter to the top and stood aside to let her go in. "Can you just give me a minute to get these in and then I'll serve you," she said gesturing at three bound bundles of newspapers on the pavement. I saw my chance to get a little closer.

"That's OK," I answered, "why don't you sort yourself out. I'll bring them in."

She smiled gratefully. "Ah, thanks, would you? That'd be great."

I picked up the first bundle and followed her inside. She showed me where to put them while she bustled about picking up the post and turning on the lights. I went back for the other two bundles while she moved into the back of the shop. 

Realising that my own paper would be in the bundle somewhere, I picked up a pair of scissors, snipped the binding and began digging into the pile to find it.

She hurried back to me. "Oh God, you don't need to do that," she said, thinking perhaps that I was about to start stacking them on the shelves. "You've done enough already."

"Don't get too excited," I grinned, "I was just getting my own paper. I wasn't planning to go into the news business just yet."

She laughed easily and flashed me another gorgeous smile. "And there was me thinking you were such a gentleman."

I smiled back. "Oh no," I answered, "I'm a complete animal." The way I felt at that moment, I was only half joking.

She looked at me appraisingly for a moment. "I'll bet you are." She replied thoughtfully and I felt that familiar stirring between my legs.

She turned away, went round the counter reached up to the display rack and picked out a pack of my brand. "Good memory." I commented.

"Not really. I smoke these too." She said as she put them down on the counter. "We obviously like the same things." Our conversation seemed to be freighted with sexual tension. Or at least I hoped it was. I equally hoped that I wasn't disastrously misinterpreting everything.

I gave her an enigmatic smile in reply and passed her a ten pound note. She opened the till and counted out my change. Her fingers gently brushed my palm as she put the coins in my hand and that's when I knew that I definitely wasn't misreading the signals. However I am a patient man, so I had just decided not to press my luck any further that day, when she ratcheted up the tension another notch.

"Listen, thanks for your help," she said but this time she wasn't looking at me. She seemed suddenly preoccupied with the counter-top. "Er, I was just about to put the kettle on. Have you got time for a coffee? It's the least I could do to say thank you."

This was getting better by the second. I made a show of checking my watch, even though I knew perfectly well that this was a chance I wouldn't have missed for the world. Anyway, it was an easy decision. I had been planning to work from home, so there was no clock-watching boss waiting to check up on me.

"OK, thanks, yes I will." I replied feeling my groin stiffen even more than before.

"Come through," she said and gestured me to follow her into the back room. While her back was turned I made a rapid grab for my crotch and adjusted myself, so that I didn't have to follow her with a pyramid in my pants. Relieved from the pressure, my cock happily uncurled and got even harder. I picked up the paper and casually held it in front of me as I walked round the counter behind her.

I sat on a chair just inside the door and watched her ass surreptitiously as she moved around putting coffee into cups and getting the milk. We chatted about Raj and Sareeta while she worked. She told me she and her husband lived in East London, but he travelled a lot. It was an innocuous conversation, but the undercurrent of sexual tension was still strong between us.

Finally she brought the coffee over and sat down at the little table next to me. As we lifted our cups simultaneously, I found myself staring at her lips as they moulded themselves to the rim. A waking daydream of those same lips wrapped round my cock filled my mind and I kept staring at her mouth even as she put the cup down on the table. I raised my eyes to meet hers and I knew that this was the moment. We locked eyes, both of us now, deadly serious. I felt myself drawn towards her. I could even see her pupils dilating. There was no doubt she was as aroused as me.

Then the door to the shop opened and we heard someone coming in.

We exchanged a look of pure frustration as it dawned on us both, how impractical it was to contemplate what we had both so obviously thought of at that moment.

She stood quickly and hurried into the shop. Disappointed but encouraged, I sipped my coffee for the next ten minutes, listening to her serving a brief flurry of customers. I felt my erection subsiding as the moment passed, but although I was frustrated I was equally sure that this wasn't the end of the story.

Eventually the next customer left and she came back into the room and flopped down into the chair again. I looked at her mouth again, before looking back into her eyes. I wanted to recapture that moment of sensuality for just a brief instant. I reached into my pocket and got out my pack of cigarettes and offered her one.

She hesitated. "I shouldn't. Raj doesn't like smoking," she said, but she took one anyway. Then she giggled. "It feels a bit naughty." My cock flipped again and started to climb its way back up inside my pants.

I watched as she put the cigarette between her lips and looked at me expectantly. Never taking her eyes off her mouth, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my lighter. She leaned forward as I proffered the flame and gently cupped her hand around mine, holding the lighter steady as she took her first drag. That moment and that touch were electric with eroticism. My cock sprang to full hardness like a coiled spring. My skin tingled as she slowly pulled her hand away, tilted her head back and blew out a steady stream of smoke, her eyes locked onto mine.

My senses went into overdrive. I stood up and took a rapid step towards her. With my left hand, I swiftly plucked the cigarette from her fingers and dropped it into my empty coffee cup. With my right hand I reached round her neck and plunged my fingers into her hair. I gripped and twisted it almost savagely as I leaned over and pulled her lips up to meet mine. She gave a curious strangled sound, half gasp and half moan as I mashed our mouths together and forced my tongue between her lips.

She rose from her chair and forced her body into mine, grinding her hips so forcefully that I stumbled back till my thighs were against the table. She was moaning louder now, pushing her tongue against mine. Still pulling her hair and forcing our mouths together, I grasped at her breasts through the sweater, squeezing and moulding them, like dough.

She ran her hands up my back then down to cup my buttocks, through the thin material of my jogging pants, squeezing me as hard as I squeezed her. I let go of her hair, slid my hands down across her hips and swiftly unfastened the button of her jeans, while she urgently began to tug down joggers, taking my pants with them. I unzipped her jeans and pushed them down over her hips, then slipped one hand down to cup her mound through her panties. I could feel the wetness seeping through the thin cotton as I pushed a finger into her, taking the fabric with me.

I felt the air around my butt as her hands found my cock. I gasped as her cool hands gripped my shaft and began sliding up and down. I was as hard as marble, but her hands felt like warm velvet. I released the pressure of my finger and began to claw at the waistband of her panties, eager to pull them down so I could feel the hot moist flesh beneath.

Then we heard the door to the shop opening again. We both froze and pulled back our heads, staring wild-eyed at each other. We stood for a split second, like an erotic statue. She with her hands wrapped round my cock, me half way to pulling her pants down from her hips. We were panting and sweaty. Her hair was dishevelled, her mouth half open, her lips engorged. She looked so totally wanton, I could barely bring myself to stop. I wanted to throw her to the floor, rip her clothes and plunge myself inside her and to hell with the consequences.

"No," she whispered urgently, pushing me away and tugging up her jeans. "We can't." She must have seen the wild frustration in my eyes. "Come back at five," she said, "when I shut the shop."

Pulling myself together, I pushed my cock back inside my pants and pulled them up, but not before she had taken a lust-filled glance at my erection. She hurriedly straightened her hair and began to move towards the door. As she passed me she brushed her hand over my bulging crotch. "See you later," she whispered and was gone.

I let myself out of the back door into an alleyway, to avoid whoever was in the shop. It might have been one of my neighbours, I reasoned and I had no desire to make small talk with an erection that showed no sign of abating.

I quickly walked round to the front and retrieved my bike. My cock was still half-hard when I got home a few minutes later and it was only as I was opening my front door that I realised I didn't even know her name.


Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 01



It was impossible to concentrate all that day. I was supposed to be working on a proposal, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to ravage this nameless woman. My mind played endless reels of pornography in which we did to each other everything it was possible for a man and woman to do to each other. The time passed with aching slowness and those few hours felt like a hundred years.

At half four, I emerged from the shower, dressed and paced up and down my kitchen, looking at the clock every few seconds, trying to force the minute hand round the face by sheer willpower.

At ten to five, I ran downstairs, jumped on the bike and pedalled like a man trying to win the Tour de France. At exactly five, I pulled up outside the shop. She was just pulling down the shutter and gave me a sultry look. "Go round the back," she told me. "I'll be there in a moment."

I cycled into the alley, dumped the bike in the yard and hurried through the back door. I was breathing hard, but it was more from anticipation, than exertion. I stood and waited for her. A few seconds later, she appeared, hurried inside, shut the door and stopped, leaning back against it. We were a few feet apart but neither of us moved. We looked each other up and down for a moment, like two prize-fighters psyching each other out before the big bout.

I was the first to break the impasse. 

"Come here." I almost shouted the words, I was so tense. She gave a tiny flinch, but took two steps forward and stood inches from me, her chest heaving.

"Take off your sweater," I commanded. I sensed that she was not naturally a submissive woman, but that right now, in this moment, she would do whatever I told her and enjoy being under my control. Perhaps, next time the roles would be reversed. Dear God, I thought, let there be a next time.

Never taking her eyes from mine, she reached down, gripped the edge of her sweater and with a single movement peeled it off her body, over her head and dropped it to the floor.

Her white lacy bra, made a dramatic contrast to the warm brown of her skin. I took a breath. She was perfect. Taut yet soft. Her black hair hung long over each shoulder. I reached out with one hand and traced a finger over her collarbone, barely brushing her skin. She shivered at the touch.

Barely controlling my urge to grab and roughly fuck her, I ran the finger over the upper curve of her breast, tracing the edge of her bra, revelling in the smoothness. I moved lower and brushed my knuckles over her belly, feeling her tremble. I remembered again that I still did not know her name, but now was not the time to ask. I withdrew my hand and she imperceptibly arched forward, as if she could not bear to lose the contact.

I looked back into her eyes. "Show me your tits." I said, quietly, but forcefully.

She reached behind her back and unclipped the fastener. Her eyes moved downwards at the same time as mine as if she wanted to admire herself as much as I would. Languidly she slipped first one then the other strap from her shoulders and hesitated, just for a moment, before letting the bra slide away from her. 

Her breasts stood proud and full, topped by firm, dark chocolate nipples, begging to be licked and kissed and bitten. I was unable to hold back any longer. I yanked my t-shirt off and pulled her violently to me. She was already unfastening her jeans and pushing them down. With no attempt at gentleness, I pushed my hand under the waistband of her pants and sank two, then three fingers deep into her cunt, urgently pressing my palm against her clit at the same time. She was completely wet down there and she began that strange moaning and choking sound again, as our tongues met.

Feverishly she tugged at my jeans and in seconds had unfastened them and pushed them over my hips. My cock sprang out, hard and bounced against her belly. She became even wilder and with unusual strength she pushed me back towards the chair so hard that my legs gave way and I had to sit down.

In a flash she dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock in her mouth. It was my turn to groan as she took me so far inside, I thought she would gag. All I could do was open my legs and roll my head back as she began frantically sucking up and down my shaft. She scraped her teeth along my length and swirled her tongue around the head at the top of every stroke. I was in ecstasy, but my arousal had been building so long that I was afraid I might come too soon. 

I grabbed a handful of her hair and forcibly lifted her head off my straining cock. She looked obscene. Her lipstick smudged, saliva stringing from her lower lip to the head of my cock and her mouth still formed in a perfect 'O'.

"Stand up and turn around," I hissed, taking control again. She obeyed and I swiftly dragged her jeans and panties down to her ankles.

"Get on all fours," She sank to the floor and I went with her, still tugging her hair. She dropped her shoulders to the floor and arched her back so her ass was high in the air. She was completely shaved. There was nothing to hide the wet lips of her cunt and the smear of juice on her inner thighs.

The puckered ring of her asshole winked up at me. I could barely believe what I was thinking, I was so maddened by lust, but I had an overwhelming urge to plunge my shaft into her tiny, brown sphincter. Did I dare? Could she take the pain? At that moment, I didn't care. Something told me that like me, she desperately needed the sex to be as hard and dirty as possible. At that moment, she was a hot and filthy whore who wanted it all.

Still holding a hank of her thick, black hair, I forced her shoulders down harder onto the floor. Her tits, were spread on the wood and she was still moaning and panting, her hot breath misting the varnish next to her mouth.

"Fuck me," she shouted, "fuck me now."

In reply, I slid three fingers into her glistening cunt and scooped up as much moisture as I could. I slid my hand back and up, liberally wiping the wetness into her ass crack. Swiftly I pressed my thumb against the rubbery resistance of her tiny hole. She stiffened as she felt it beginning to invade her.

"Oh God," she moaned. "Oh fuck," but she didn't tell me to stop. In fact she placed on hand on her cunt and frantically began rubbing her clit even as my thumb popped through the ring of resistance and sank into her ass.

I began to piston it in and out of her, preparing her for the bigger invasion of my cock. At the same time I curved my fingers round so that with each stroke, I entered her in both holes. I could feel her becoming even wetter and her flying fingers scraped mine every time I pushed forward.

She was thrashing and twitching now so I knew she was close to coming. I withdrew my hand, taking more of her juices with me. I smeared them all over my cock and lined the head up at her back door. Her sphincter alternately pulsed and relaxed with the clamping of her muscles. I tried to time my entry with the pulsing, but she was going so fast I could only push. Slowly, with each twitch, the head of my cock began to slide inside her, until her ring was stretched wide. For a moment it would not go any further.

She was grunting now, still frantically fingering herself and then, I don't know what she did to relax the taut little muscle, but suddenly her ass simply opened like a flower and the entire length of my cock slid into her like a torpedo slicing into the hull of a ship.

She screamed and bucked beneath me, whether from pain or pleasure I couldn't tell. But her muscles clamped me so tight, I knew she was coming. I was held so fast I couldn't move as I felt tiny spurts of her juice, spotting my thighs.

Her orgasm lasted several seconds and all I could do was hold on to her twitching hips and hope that my cock wouldn't be snapped off like a rusty nail, embedded in her ass.

As soon as the waves subsided and I felt the slightest slackening of her muscles I began to thrust. It was my turn to come now and I was desperate to get there as soon as possible. I savagely pushed into her, jamming her hips back towards me, my fingers digging into her flesh.

My violent thrusting dragged her shoulders and breasts back and forward on the floor. She began hissing through clenched teeth. "Fuck me, fuck, fuck me" over and over again, gradually getting louder. It was as if she was in a trance, mesmerised by the pounding and her own voice. 

I slammed my hips against her again and again, feeling the orgasm boiling up inside and my balls slapping obscenely against her dripping cunt. The tightness of her ass and my desperate need to come were taking me over the top rapidly. It usually takes me ages to orgasm, but not this time.

Amazingly I felt her building to a climax again, only moments after the last one and that was enough to bring me to my peak. I stiffened, thrust myself even deeper inside her and held myself in place as an incoherent shout burst from me and my cock began to spasm its hot juice deep into her bowels. The orgasm took me over. My entire world was focused on the point where my engorged flesh met hers. The contractions were almost painful. It was as if I were coming for the first time.

Every muscle in my body screamed in tension and I could feel her equally taut. Our climaxing bodies were hard like two polished wooden carvings, fused together.

Slowly the tension ebbed, our muscles relaxed. She slumped forward to the floor, taking me with her. Her breasts scraped painfully across the wood as her upper body slid forward. We were still gasping for air and I was almost too spent to pull out of her, but I began to try to shift my weight from her back.

"No, stay there," she whispered. We lay like that for a few minutes. Catching our breath and gathering our thoughts. My cock slowly softened inside her. She gripped her sphincter tighter, trying to hold me in as long as possible.

My mind was reeling. Here I was glued with sweat to back of a woman who I only met three days ago, to whom I had barely spoken and my shrinking cock was buried in her ass. This had to be the wildest first fuck I had ever experienced. My first Indian and boy, what an introduction!

Then I remembered something.

"By the way," I said, "what's your name?"

She gave a little twitch, then snorted and began to laugh. I was relieved she could see the funny side and I laughed with her.

With legs like jelly, I gently lifted myself from her back. The head of my cock made a tiny plopping sound as it dropped out of her.

I sat back on my haunches and took in the magnificent sight of her, glistening with sweat in the low light of the storeroom. She rolled on to her back languidly.

"My name's Jasmine." She smiled up at me. "I think I'm going to like staying here."



Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 02



After our wild encounter at the corner shop, I didn't get to see Jasmine for a couple of days. Friday I was away on business and got back too late. Saturday morning I was busy running around, so it wasn't till mid-afternoon that I was able to get back to the shop. She was behind the counter serving a customer when I walked in. She didn't notice me at first and in a weird way I felt a little embarrassed.

Our frantic fuck in the back room seemed like a lifetime ago and it had been so unusual, that I was a little unsure how she might react now she'd had time to think about it. I lingered furtively out of her eye-line, pretending to browse through the magazines, while secretly observing her.

She looked just as hot as before, wearing the simple dress and cardigan of a few days ago, but now my mind could picture exactly what was beneath her outfit and just the memory of what we had done was enough to start the blood flowing in my groin again.

The customer left and after a few seconds I walked towards her. She looked up and when she saw me a broad, lascivious smile lit up her face. 

"Hello stranger," she grinned. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming back."

"And what would you have done if I hadn't?" I felt better already; it was so obvious that she was pleased to see me.

"Oh I would have lured some other unsuspecting man into my web."

"You're not too picky then." I teased her.

"Oh no, there's plenty of options round here. There's a very hunky pensioner two doors down that I've got my eye on."

We bantered like this for a few seconds as if we were both skirting round the real subject. Eventually I summoned up the courage to bring the conversation back round.

"What are you doing tonight?" I ventured.

"I'm busy tonight," she said. I tried not to look disappointed, but I didn't manage too well and she smiled. "But I'm free tomorrow," she added.

I figured I could wait and we arranged for her to come round to my flat after she shut the shop at midday on Sunday.

I spent the rest of the day semi erect, brooding on exactly what we might get up to.

Sunday morning was bright and hot, one of the last, fine days of that summer. I'm fortunate enough to live in a flat overlooking the river and I have a good-sized balcony with great views. I took a leisurely breakfast, soaking up the sun and spent the rest of the morning trying not to watch the clock.

Just after half twelve there was a knock at the door. This time she was in a light summer dress that offset her long legs and luscious brown skin perfectly. Her hair was down around her shoulders and her deep brown eyes looked even darker in the bright light. I drank her in for a moment then pulled myself together and invited her inside.

She seemed impressed with the flat and while I poured cold drinks she wandered around poking her head into different rooms and looking at pictures.

"Come and sit down," I invited her onto the balcony.

"Very nice," she exclaimed, leaning on the rail and taking in the view. I sat down in one of the chairs and drank in the even better view of her short dress riding up the backs of her thighs as she leaned further forward. I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I bided my time.

After a minute, she turned round and sat down, with her back to the rail, crossing her legs and allowing the dress to ride even higher up her thighs. I could happily have sat there all day, just looking at her. The sun seemed to bring even more of her beauty out and I realised that she wasn't wearing a bra as I could see her nipples clearly outlined under the thin fabric.

There was still a definite spark of tension between us but it was not quite as urgent as it had been a few days ago, when I had unexpectedly ravaged her ass. My cock stirred again at the thought.

We chatted about her sister and brother. She reckoned they were going to be away for at least another week. I raised a silent prayer in thanks.

She told me that she and her husband lived in Hertfordshire and that he was away a lot. He was an engineer and frequently had to travel to oversee projects. I wondered what he might think about what she got up to while he was away and how often she allowed herself to get involved with strange men, but we skirted around the subject of our crazed fling and let the tension build.

While she spoke, she occasionally crossed and uncrossed her legs, mesmerising me with their length and smoothness. She noticed me looking and stopped speaking. I glanced up and looked a little guilty.

"Sorry," I said. "I can't help staring. You've got great legs."

She smiled and looked down at them herself. Then she uncrossed them one more time and put her knees together almost primly.

"Thank you," she said quietly and then, as I watched she slowly began to move her knees apart. My eyes were riveted to the shadowy, slowly widening gap between them. We were both silent, breathing a little more heavily. It was beginning again.

I sank a little lower in my seat, adjusting my angle of view. The gap was widening even more now. I glanced up at her face again. She had a languid smile on her face, her lips slightly parted. She kept her eyes on mine as I looked down again. As her legs widened, the dress began to inch up her thighs, letting more sunlight into the enticing valley between.

Now I could see that she was completely naked under the dress and in a moment, the sweet fold of her pussy came into view, hairless and enticing. She slid her bottom a little further forward in the chair. Now her legs were wide apart and the lips of her cunt were in full sunlight. I caught a glint of moisture, a sure sign that she was already aroused.

We locked eyes again and I wondered who would make the first move. I didn't have to wonder long as she reached down with both hands and placing them on either side of her cleft she gently pulled the lips apart allowing me to see the deep pink of her inner lips, next to the flawless brown of her skin.

I took a deep breath and felt my cock rise to full length.

"Lick me," she said. This time it was her turn to call the shots. I didn't mind and I didn't need any further invitation. I sat forward and sank to my knees between her legs. She lifted them off the floor and placed a high heeled sandal on each of my shoulders, the heels digging lightly into my flesh and opening herself fully to me.

She sighed and dropped her head back as she felt my warm breath playing gently over her engorged lips. I took my time. This was going to be a long hot afternoon and I wanted it to last. I cupped her butt cheeks in both hands and pulled her to the edge of the seat. She wriggled in anticipation, when I flicked my tongue delicately over her outer lips, teasing her all the way from the bottom of her slit right to the top, but being careful to avoid her clitoris. I fully intended to wind her up as much as I could before I let her get her full pleasure. At the same time, I gently teased my finger up and down her perineum, sliding it backwards and forwards, not quite touching the little puckered rosebud I had so savagely penetrated previously; not quite sliding it inside her moist cunt either.

Her knees flopped to either side, her heels still resting on my shoulders, exposing herself to the maximum. I teased my tongue up and down for minutes on end, gradually, and almost imperceptibly increasing the pressure. She was tensing and moaning quietly now and reached out with one hand to pull my head harder into her. I playfully slapped her hand away. She wasn't going to have everything on her terms. She groaned in frustration and I licked around the outside for a few more seconds.

Suddenly, I flicked my tongue right across her clit. She jumped and let out a squeal and began grinding her ass down into the chair. I began to increase the pressure further, touching the tiny nub of sensitive flesh, more and more, getting into a rising rhythm.

Jasmine was moving with me now, urging me on with her motions. I picked up the pace and I could tell she was getting close to her peak. I rasped my tongue harder and harder, faster and faster, trying to judge the moment perfectly. Then, just as she arched her back and began to clamp her thighs to the side of my head, steadying herself for the orgasm, I stopped.

"Ah, fuck," she groaned. "You bastard!" She made another grab for my head trying to force her, now dripping cunt into my face. I laughed and ducked my head, letting her pleasure slowly ebb away.

Before it ebbed too far, I began to gently lick again, building her up from this lower point, increasing the pace more rapidly now. At the same time, I slid two fingers easily inside her soaking tunnel and started to stimulate the upper wall, just behind her clit. Her moans became deeper now, almost a growl but I could tell she was a holding herself back a little, expecting me to stop her on the brink again.

I focused the tip of my tongue right on her clit, pushing harder, letting her feel its full length, sliding up and down. My fingers increased their pressure and movement inside her, working her up to a frenzy. I readied myself for the final act, by bringing my other hand up and without actually touching her, positioning another finger, just outside her asshole. Then I finished her off.

I forced myself forward, putting maximum thrust behind my tongue, moving my whole head up and down to take her over the edge. As I felt the first massive contraction of her orgasm, I neatly slid my waiting finger into her pulsating sphincter.

She screamed loud enough to be heard on the other side of the river, but I didn't care and it seemed like she didn't either. After the scream came the rapid pants as she thrashed her head from side to side, clamped her thighs across my ears and almost crushed my fingers with her cramping pussy muscles.

I waited till her orgasm slowly subsided, then eased my fingers out of her and stood. She was still in a daze as I grabbed her wrists and pulled her upright, forcing her body on to mine so she could feel my erection grinding into her belly. She moaned again and flattened herself against me.

I wanted to fuck her right there and then, but the balcony was a little too exposed, so turning quickly, I pulled her by the arm and led her through to my bedroom. She stumbled a little, panting and obviously still feeling the after-effects of the orgasm. I turned her round with her back to the bed, grasped the hem of her dress and lifted it up above her head. Languidly she lifted her arms and allowed me to strip the dress from her.

I pushed her back gently and paused for a moment to admire the sight of her, spread out on my bed, her hair awry, her legs parted and her chest heaving. She looked stunning and I kept my eyes on her as I slowly began to strip, teasing it out to make her wait. She licked her lips and eyed me hungrily, staring with unabashed lust as she saw the bulge in my underwear.

I smiled as I slowly pulled my shorts down, allowing my cock to spring into view. I'm not huge, but I don't have any hang-ups about the size of my cock. I know how to use it and I've never had any complaints.

Jasmine pushed herself up on one elbow and with her other hand made a grab for my cock, which was fully erect. Laughing, I stepped aside. "Oh, no you don't," I teased. "This is my show."

I pushed her back down on to the bed and knelt at the edge. Gathering up her hands, I leaned forward and held them above her head. "Keep your hands to yourself, you little whore," I hissed at her, playing on my instinct that she liked to be commanded. She moaned in frustration and as soon as I let go, she started moving her hands down towards me again.

"Oh, now you're in trouble," I said. "You obviously don't know when to do what you're told."

Roughly, I repositioned her on the bed, so that with one foot on the floor, I grabbed her arms again and trapped them under my other knee, pushing down quite forcefully. A glint of fear mixed with lust appeared in her eye and she started to twist a little under the pressure. Quickly, I opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a length of cord. I dangled it in front of her face and watched her eyes widen. I had no idea if this would turn her on even more, or if it would frighten her, but I had every intention of finding out. 

I hurriedly looped the cord round her wrists a couple of times and then hooked the other end round the wrought iron bed head. She was startled and started to pull at her bonds, but I could tell she liked it.

She looked magnificent. The stretched position of her arms, made her tits stand forward and the nipples were rock hard. "You bastard," she breathed.

I grinned. "I told you! No touching." Then I added, "Not with your hands, anyway."

I reached down and cupped her pussy. It was fat and engorged and two of my fingers slipped easily inside, eased by the moisture seeping from between the full, naked lips. She sighed, pushing herself down, embedding my fingers even deeper and closing her eyes.

Quietly, I reached into the drawer again and pulled out the little bullet vibrator, that I always keep handy. I slipped it into the palm cupping her cunt and switched it on. She jumped as if she had been plugged into a wall socket. 

Her eyes flew open and she looked at me with surprise as I ground the buzzing little shaft directly onto her clit.

At the same time, I shifted my weight and leaned forward so that my aching cock was millimetres from her lips. Eagerly, she lifted her head and her tongue snaked out and began to swirly around my pulsing cockhead. I sighed in pleasure and easing even further forward I began to slide my shaft between her lips. She didn't hesitate and allowed the hard pole to penetrate her mouth, sucking me greedily inside and lashing her tongue around the flesh.

The sight of her thrusting up against my hand and the vibrator was just as much a turn on as the intense feeling of her hot mouth on my cock. I forcefully pressed the toy against her and constantly squeezed my fingers inside her to double the pressure. She was going to come soon, but I wasn't going to let her.

In her frenzy, she began to get careless with her teeth and I was beginning to worry that she might bite my cock off if I let her.

Just as I began to feel her pussy muscles clamping down, I quickly pulled back and dragged my cock from her mouth and at the same time took my pleasuring hand away from her cunt.

She groaned in frustration again, but I ignored her and rapidly repositioned myself between her legs and with one thrust, plunged my rampant cock deep into the wetness of her hole.

She gasped at the sudden impact and immediately began to buck up against me, desperate to come. I clamped my mouth onto hers and our tongues duelled as her legs hooked round my back, opening herself even wider to my assault.

I was just as desperate to come too, so I began to thrust myself in and out of her at a frantic pace. Within seconds she began to orgasm, arching her back, squeezing her thighs round me in a rigid embrace and throwing back her head in a long, low scream. 

I ploughed right through her orgasm, never slowing, pounding myself into her, racing for my own orgasm. I could feel it building as I grunted over her. She began to come again almost immediately as I my thrusts became faster and more urgent.

Suddenly I was over the edge, I went rigid and felt my cock jerking and spasming inside her, while I gasped and groaned in the most powerful orgasm I had experienced for a long time. I felt that I was unloading buckets of come inside her and I could feel her cunt muscles still spasming in time with my spurts.

Exhausted, I flopped down on to her and we stayed locked together for several minutes until our heart rates slowed and our breathing quieted. Eventually I rolled off and pulled her to my side. I leaned down and kissed her hard, our tongues mingling once again.

"That was amazing," I said and she smiled and snuggled into me. Seconds later we were both fast asleep.

...to be continued.



Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 03



I woke half an hour later and looked down at Jasmine's beautiful body, relaxed in slumber, wrapped on to mine. It was going to be tough to let this beauty go, but I knew I would have to and soon.

When she finally woke, she stretched like a cat and nuzzled my chest with her lips. "Ooh, that was nice," she breathed.

I smiled down at her, "Mind if I smoke?" I asked, "I always like a cigarette after a good fuck and that was most definitely a good fuck." She laughed, "Sure. As long as I can have one, too." I jumped out of bed and padded across to the door.

"Nice ass!" she giggled as I went out to the kitchen.

Returning with the cigarettes and an ashtray, I climbed back into bed and lit cigarettes for both of us.

"I thought Raj didn't like you smoking," I teased her as she took a deep drag with obvious relish.

"Well I don't always do what Raj says, do I?" she replied, letting out a long stream of smoke.

I agreed with that and we started to talk. She told me more about her husband; that she loved him very much, but that although he was considerate in bed, he lacked imagination and didn't seem inclined to experiment.

I asked if she had strayed much and she coyly admitted that she had done once or twice, though our wild fling on the backroom floor of her sister's shop was the most outrageous thing she had ever done. She giggled as she said this and my memory caused my now flaccid cock to twitch. "So what made you so eager with me, then," I asked, intrigued. 

"I don't really know," she said, seriously. I think it was just that you looked good in your sports gear and you were obviously helpful, with the papers and everything, so I knew you were a decent guy. But I could tell there was something a bit, well, dirty about you. You sort of reminded me of someone I used to know, and I don't know, but somehow, I was feeling really turned on, but I didn't know if I was misreading things."

I laughed, "Ditto." I said. "I wasn't sure either, but I just kept getting more signals, so I kept on going, even though I figured you might slap me at any minute."

I hesitated and then said, "Is that the first time you've had anal sex?"

"Well, no, not exactly," she said, a little embarrassed and then stopped.

"Go, on," I said, pulling her closer to me, "You can tell me. I love a good dirty story."

She giggled and settled down by my side and started talking in a low voice, while gently stroking my cock which began to harden in her hot little hand.

"My parents were quite strict and I didn't really know much about sex," she began. "I was nineteen when I first met my husband and although we kissed whenever we could, he was just as innocent as me and we never went very far, even though both of us wanted to. We talked about it a bit and I would have gone further, but he said we should save ourselves for when we got married. I realised then that I was hornier than he was, but I thought it was all quite romantic, so even though I was very frustrated, I was happy to go along with him.

"I had met his parents a few times and I got along with them very well. His Mum was lovely to me and so was his Dad, but I always felt that he was nice to me for a very different reason."

I could see where this was going and just the thought of what she was about to tell me turned me on even more. My cock instantly stiffened.

"Oh, you like this, don't you," Jasmine laughed. "Yes I do," I replied. "Tell me everything, you dirty little girl. Did your father, fuck you?" The thought was driving me wild.

"Slow down," she laughed, "all will be revealed."

"One day, a few weeks before the wedding, I went round to see Raj, but he wasn't there and neither was his mother. His Dad, Anjam told me they wouldn't be back for a few hours as they had to go and see one of their cousins, who had turned up unexpectedly from India and was his parents who lived a few miles away.

"I was going to go shopping instead, but he somehow persuaded me to stay. I suppose I knew he might try something on and in a way I was a bit excited and a bit flattered. He was a good looking guy, just like an older and I have to say a more manly version than his son. There must have been a little devil in me that wanted to see how far things might go and anyway, I figured that I could always make my excuses and leave. Little did I know, how my body would betray me.

"They were quite well off and had a nice secluded garden at the back of the house. We were sitting out in the sun and he made us drinks. I didn't often drink then and even though we were only drinking spritzers, which I'd never had before, I liked them and half way through the second one, I could feel it going to my head.

"He began to turn the subject round to the wedding and started saying how he envied his son. When I asked why, he told me that he thought I was beautiful and very sexy and that if he was a lot younger he'd be the one who would be enjoying the wedding night and not Raj.

"Being a bit tipsy, I sort of played along and even though I knew I shouldn't, I said that I didn't think he was so old and that he was just as handsome as his son. He just smiled at me. The old devil knew even before I did that the afternoon was going to turn out very interesting. He played me perfectly.

"He said he was flattered that I thought that, but even so, he wouldn't get to be in his son's place but maybe I'd be kind to an old man and let him admire me properly, while he had the chance. That way, he said, he'd know for sure that his son was a lucky man.

"I knew I was playing with fire, but by that time, I was feeling terribly horny and he looked so good sitting there with his shirt open and his manly chest visible at the top.

"He asked me to stand up so he could get a proper look at me. I was wearing a summer dress and high heels, which I always felt good in, so I was happy to stand and give him a twirl. It felt nice and naughty to stand in front of this very manly man and show myself to him. It wasn't as if I was naked or anything. Yet.

"I really liked the way he looked at me. Raj had never looked at me like that and it made me feel like a real woman, being properly appreciated. For the first time, I realised how powerful a woman can be, in some ways.

"He was leaning forward, watching me intently and I consciously thrust out my bum and my tits, pretending I was just stretching a bit.

"He paid me lots of compliments, which made me feel even sexier. Then he held out his hand and gestured me to come towards him. I hesitated a bit, knowing I was going too far, but it didn't stop me. It was as if I was a piece of metal and he was a magnet. I just stepped up to him and he took my hand in his.

"He leaned forward and holding my palm upwards he bent as if to kiss it. But instead of kissing it, he put out his tongue and looking up at me, he just ran it across my palm. I was shocked and a bit repulsed and half-heartedly tried to pull my hand away. He held on to it and licked me again. This time, it was as if his tongue and my hand were directly connected to in-between my legs. I could feel myself getting wet. I had experienced being turned on before of course, when Raj and I kissed, but this was so different. It was much more intense and dirty. It was thrilling and I knew immediately I was lost.

Stirred by Jasmine's tale, my cock was rigid and she was gently stroking it up and down now. I had a perfect vision of this masterful, older man easily seducing the willing girl. I was keen to hear the rest of the story.

Jasmine continued, "He stood up and pulled me towards him, wrapping me in his arms and kissing me. His kiss was completely different to Raj. He felt so much more powerful and sure of himself and even though Raj and I had French kissed a bit, it never felt anything like what his father was doing to me. I was on fire in an instant. Even through my bra, I'm sure he could feel my nipples and I could feel my panties getting soaked.

"I was scared and afraid that I was very soon going to lose my virginity. But that didn't bother me, really, I was so turned on. I wanted it badly, but I was more worried about not keeping my promise to Raj; especially not by sleeping with his own father.

"Anjam must have figured out that I was having second thoughts, but he obviously also knew the effect he was having on me. He told me not to worry. That whatever we did, Raj would never know and didn't I think it was better for me to experience an older man who knew exactly what to do, rather than learning about sex from an inexperienced youth. He loved his son, very much, he said, and he would never do anything to hurt him and he knew that I wouldn't either. So this was going to be our little secret and pleasure.

"I totally knew that everything about this was wrong, but I was also overwhelmingly flattered and yes, I did want to know what an experienced man could teach me, because I was very aware that I knew so little.

"I mean, I knew the basics. I knew where the different bits went, because I'd seen a bit of a porn film that one of my girlfriends had, but I also instinctively knew that there was more to it than just sticking things in holes. And I somehow knew that Anjam would know exactly how to do things.

"So there I was, putty in his hands and aching to experience what I just knew was going to be wonderful. He stopped hugging me and began to lead me by the hand towards the house. I was in a sort of daze and I don't really remember going inside and up the stairs. It wasn't till we were in the bedroom that I sort of came to my senses and must have looked a bit scared.

"He read me like a book and hugged me again and asked me what was wrong. I didn't really want to say it. I mean I know he knew I was a virgin, or I hoped that he believed I was. I suddenly wondered if he thought I was more experienced than I was letting on, so it suddenly became very important to tell him.

"I couldn't say the words at first, but he coaxed it out of me, just by holding me and sort of soothing me. Oh, I have to say, he was very good at seduction.

"Eventually I stuttered out that I was a virgin. I was a bit shocked but also relieved when he laughed and said of course you are and you will stay a virgin, Raj will never know, even on your wedding night. 

"It's stupid really, I mean I was relieved that I wasn't going to lose my cherry, but at the same time I was a bit disappointed too. Frankly, he could have done anything to me and I wouldn't have complained. Well, as it turned out he did, but not in the way I expected at all.

Jasmine was still stroking my rock hard cock and I had to slow her hand down I was getting so excited. "Take it easy," I said, "I want to hear the whole story."

She laughed, "I'm glad it's turning you on. I've never told anyone else this before. I couldn't exactly tell my husband and even my girlfriends would have been a bit shocked. I nearly told my sister once, but we got interrupted, so it never came up again."

I had a sudden vision of her sister, listening avidly to such an intimate tale and couldn't quite equate the image with the rather homely woman who usually sold me my paper and cigs. "Do you talk to Sareeta about sex, then," I asked, surprised.

"Yes, sometimes," Jasmine replied. "She's not as boring as she makes out you know. Anyway, it's making me horny too, just reliving it," she added. "You'll have to sort me out properly when I'm finished."

"With pleasure, ma'am," I grinned, "But, like I said, I like stories. Go on. What happened next?" "Well, Anjam, totally seduced me and gave me my first real orgasm. I mean, I'd come before, from touching myself, but nothing like what I experienced that day. 

"Once he'd calmed me down, he started to move things a lot faster. He pulled my dress off over my head. In fact when you did that earlier, it reminded me of him a bit. No nonsense, just getting down to it. He sat on the bed and just looked at me in my bra and panties and once again, he made me feel like a real woman. Then he started telling me what to do and I was like a little robot; totally at his command.

"He told me to take off my bra and without even thinking I just reached behind and unsnapped it. I sort of presented my tits to him and I could tell he appreciated them. He gestured me forward and then just buried his face in them, rasping his stubble across the nipples and grabbing at them with his teeth. I just went nuts and grabbed his head and pressed him into me. It felt amazing and so totally grown up. I couldn't believe how much pleasure was running through me.

"After a few minutes he stopped and pushed me back a step and looked at me again. He didn't have to say his next command; I knew what it was and just did it. I pulled my panties down and stood there completely naked in front of him. "He was smiling, but instead of reaching for me again, like I expected, he stood up and told me to lie on the bed. Here it comes I thought, a bit puzzled that he had said he wasn't going to take my virginity, but now it looked like that's exactly what he was going to do. Not that I cared, like I said, he could have done anything. But he didn't.

"Even though I had seen that little bit of a porn movie, I had never seen oral sex. I'd sort of heard about it, talking to girlfriends, but I never really figured it out. I remember thinking it didn't sound real. 

"So when Anjam, grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, so that my lower legs were hanging off the bed, I couldn't understand why he wasn't taking his clothes off. Then a second later, I was amazed, when he knelt down, lifted my legs onto his shoulders and literally buried his head between my legs. I must have squealed in surprise as I felt his stubble again, this time on my inner thighs, but then when I felt his tongue on me it was as if a rocket went off inside my head.

"I must have come on the spot, because I just totally lost it. It felt as if all the nice things I had ever felt in my life were happening to me all at the same time. It was just so amazingly intense. I'm sure I screamed. I must have done, but I don't remember it. I remember being able to hear the pounding of blood in my head and going completely rigid. It seemed to last forever and I was probably crying it was so intense. I might even have passed out, I'm not sure.

"When I came round a bit, he was still going with his tongue and I felt myself building up to another orgasm. I never imagined it was possible to feel so much pleasure. At the same time, I felt something pushing at my back passage. It felt a bit weird and I must have tensed up, but he told me to relax and go with it and I did. His tongue kept working at me and his finger kept pushing and then just at the moment I came, his finger must have popped inside me. I was really very shocked, because it had never occurred to me that that could be pleasurable, but Oh my God it was and in fact, if anything I came even harder and I wanted that finger to be even deeper inside me, so without even knowing what I was doing, I pushed myself down onto him. Some part of me knew it was a filthy thing to do, but I didn't care. He could have pushed his whole hand in there and I would have helped him.

"Again it took me a while to come down from the amazing high, but he never let me stop and think for a minute. While I was still writhing about on the bed, he stood up and started tearing his clothes off. I was aware enough to notice when he pulled out his cock that it looked very big, but I didn't have much to compare it with. I had touched Raj through his pants, so I kind of knew what he felt like when he was hard, but I'd never seen one.

"I was fascinated and like the dirty little slut I knew I had just become, I reached out for it." She giggled again and gave me a squeeze. "He was just like you, though. He wouldn't let me touch it. That's why you reminded me of him, talking control and not letting me get what I want. It's quite a turn on, you know."

I smiled at her, "Yeah," I said, "I somehow figured that out about you. I don't know why, it just seemed to be the right thing to do."

Jasmine grinned, "It was; how very clever of you." She squeezed my erection again. "Do you want to hear the rest, or does your friend here want to play some more?"

"He can wait. I still want to know what the clever old bastard did next."

"Well, after he pushed my hands way, he just held my head and pulled me towards his crotch. There had been a bit in the porn movie where the girl was sucking the guy, so I knew what that was about, but of course, I'd never done it. But I wanted to. I don't suppose I was much good and it felt a bit strange at first, trying to get my mouth around him. But I managed it and with his help, I started to move up and down on him. He gave me lots of instructions and told me how to hold my teeth away from him and every so often to just lick him and exactly how hard to do it.

"I felt really privileged. I was excited to think that this experienced man was teaching me how to pleasure him. It made me feel really important and I listened carefully. I wanted to know how I could do this so that when I got married I could be a really good wife that Raj could be proud of. It never occurred to me at the time that Raj might wonder where I learned to do it, but that's another story.

"After a while, it felt as though he was getting even bigger in my mouth and I realise now that he was probably close to coming, but he obviously decided that he didn't want to give me too many shocks for my first time, so he pulled out. What I didn't realise was that the biggest shock was yet to come.

"I looked up at him, wondering what was coming next and I guessed that this time he really was going to take my virginity, but I certainly didn't care. In an instant I had figured out that I really, really liked sex and that I never wanted to be without it again. 

"I had gone from being a rather prim, little girl to being a fully sexual woman in less than half an hour and I certainly wasn't planning to go back. The fact that I was naked in front of my equally naked prospective father, had just had two mind-blowing orgasms, given him a blow-job and had his finger up my bum, never really crossed my mind. I was hooked and now I wanted to go the whole way.

"He smiled at me and told me how sexy he thought I was and it really made me feel good. He could have done anything to me and then he did. He pushed me back down onto the bed and put his fingers inside me and started rubbing his thumb really hard across my clit. For an instant I was disappointed that he didn't put his cock in me, but I soon forgot that as I started to feel another orgasm building up. At the same time, I felt his finger pushing at my back passage again, and I was happy with that. Then I felt another finger squeezing in beside the first. That hurt a bit, but it was sort of a good hurt. I kind of felt that a bit of hurt could be part of it and it all seemed to mingle in with the pleasure.

"I don't know how he did it but he seemed to be pushing his fingers in and out of my bum and my hole and rubbing my clit at the same time, it was just amazing, but just as I was about to come again, he stopped and pulled his fingers out and walked round the side of the bed.

"I was panting like a little slut and almost begged him to come back, but then he did and he had something in his hand; a tube of something. I was about to ask him what it was, when I felt the most amazing, cooling sensation, down between my legs and across my bum. Of course it was lubricant, but I didn't know that at the time, I just liked the contrast between the heat I was feeling inside and the coolness outside. "He started playing with my clit again, which soon had me moaning and thrashing. Then I felt his fingers pushing into my bum again, but this time, with the coolness they went in much easier and they felt even better.




Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 03



"Then, he whispered to me that now he was going to fuck me. That word really shocked me. I'd never heard an adult say it before. I'd heard some people say it at school and so on, but I always thought of it as just a swear word. Now I realised that it was much more than that. That it had a real meaning and it was really thrilling. He said it with such force and I suppose with such lust.

"He said it again and added that he was going to fuck me, but that Raj would never know. Suddenly it dawned on me what he meant, when he started stroking his cock and moving into position, to push it into my bum. Now I was really scared and he must have seen it in my eyes, because he stopped for a second, with just the end rubbing up against my hole. He asked me if I had liked his fingers there and I sort of nodded, because I had, even though it felt a bit dirty.

"He explained that this way, he could fuck me without taking my virginity before my wedding night. I told him I was afraid it was going to hurt and he said it probably would, but not for long and that the lubricant would help. Then he put some more on and just the feeling of his fingers, sliding across me and just dipping inside was breaking down my resolve. But it was his last argument that swung it. He said that he wanted nothing more than to make love to me properly, but he did not want to ruin things for me and Raj, but at least this way he would feel that he was as close as he could be to what he really wanted.

"Well I fell for that. Just the words 'make love' were enough for me. I was such a romantic. To be honest, he was just a typical bloke who liked anal sex and when I think about it now, what could have been better than deflowering a little virgin like me, up the back passage? But I don't blame him; he certainly gave me plenty of pleasure.

Jasmine turned to me and said, "You're a typical bloke too, aren't you?"

"Of course," I laughed. "And I admire his style," he certainly had you sussed, out, didn't he?"

"Well, so did you," she said, "I'm still the same girl I was then in many ways. Some men just seem to know how to make a girl feel good. Looks like you're one of them."

I basked in the compliment for a moment and began to look forward to emulating her father, in a little while, but for now I urged her to carry on.

"So, anyway, although the concept of being 'made love to' in that way was entirely new to me, I was just melting for him and I suppose I trusted him and he knew it. 

"After he'd worked what felt like gallons of lubricant inside me, I felt like I was awash and the whole squishiness of it felt really good. Then he held his cock there and just started to push in really slowly. He was looking into my eyes all the time and it looked like he really cared. I mean, I'm not saying he didn't, but it was reassuring that he would stop at the slightest twinge I made or any change in my expression. To be honest, it didn't really feel that painful. His fingers had certainly helped and the lubricant of course. But I was more fascinated, I think, just marvelling that his great big cock would go inside a place I'd never really thought too much about before then.

"He kept easing into me and I kept feeling more and more stretched and yes, it was hurting a bit, but we just kept communicating with our eyes and after a minute or two, he stopped and I realised he was all the way inside me.

"He smiled at me then and I think I must have relaxed because then he was able to start sliding in and out of me and that felt really good. My whole body was moving back and forward with him thrusting and I figured that this was what making love must be like. He was holding my legs up against my chest and sort of squashing me every time he moved forward but the sensations were building up in me and when he began stroking my clit with his thumb, I went off like a rocket again.

"After my first orgasm, he kept up his rhythm, but then he took my hand and placed my fingers on my clit, encouraging me to touch myself. It sounds really stupid, but I felt a bit shy to do that in front of him. I mean, there I was with my legs up in the air, him with his dick buried in my arse and I'm feeling embarrassed about touching myself.

"But he encouraged me and I soon forgot that as I became an orgasm addict and just started bringing myself off, over and over again. That left him free to concentrate on fucking me and that's what he did. He grabbed onto my legs really tightly and began to thump away at me. I could feel him slapping against my backside and he just kept going faster and faster. I couldn't believe a human could move that quick, his hairy belly was almost a blur and he began to grunt and groan like an animal.

"I felt incredible and wanton at the same time. There was this man; a real man, not a boy like Raj, lost in lust over my body. The waves of pleasure were just incredible. I was playing with myself and grabbing orgasm after orgasm, while he just got more and more frantic. 

Suddenly, he gave a huge roar and just stiffened up and I could literally feel him coming and coming inside me. It was the most amazing feeling and I'm sure I came yet again.

"For a split second, I panicked, thinking that perhaps I could get pregnant, that way. Shows how naive I was, but I pretty soon forgot that. "He sort of groaned and flopped down on me, just like you did earlier. He was obviously exhausted and so was I, but we didn't fall asleep, because he looked at his watch and we both realised that Raj and his Mum could come home at any time.

"Suddenly, I felt really awkward. He tried to pull out of me, but it was a bit of a struggle. I suppose I must have tensed up, so he had to try and persuade me to relax. After a bit, he was out and oh my God, I suddenly felt so sore. I think I cried a bit, because he hugged me and tried to reassure me thinking I was upset about what we'd done. When I explained that I was crying because my bum was so sore he laughed and said, don't worry, you'll get used to it.

"Then it dawned on me that he expected we'd be doing this again. I don't know why but I suppose I was so amazed by the whole thing, it never crossed my mind we might repeat it. He saw me hesitate and said that as far as he could see, I had loved every minute and even if I didn't think so now, he knew I'd be back for more.

"I was a bit irritated by his arrogance, but he just laughed at me, which made me even madder and the next thing I knew, I was stomping about, putting my clothes back on. He sat on the bed and just kept smiling at me, which was really winding me up. I glanced in the mirror and was shocked to see that my mascara was smeared and my hair was all over the place. It was completely obvious that I'd just been fucked and he laughed again at the shock on my face.

"I was getting even angrier at him, but I didn't say anything, because I was actually afraid I might burst into tears. I picked up a hairbrush and started to try and hack through the tangles on my head. He stopped laughing then. I think it suddenly hit him that he had just fucked his daughter to be, in his marital bed and now, this little strumpet was brushing her hair with his own wife's hairbrush.

"I think for a minute, even he started to have second thoughts about the whole thing, but he didn't say anything, just began to get himself dressed and try to straighten up the bed.

"I made the best job I could of my hair, but I needed to get out as fast as possible. There was no way I could face Raj in that state. Still angry, I told Anjam to tell them that I couldn't wait any longer and that I'd call Raj tomorrow. Then I headed for the door.

"He grabbed me by the arm and pulled me to him. I tried to push him away but he was too strong and I kind of liked him overpowering me. He told me that he had loved every minute of what we had done and that he'd wanted to do it for a long time. He said again that Raj would never know and that he knew I'd enjoyed myself too. 

"Then he said that if I wanted to forget the whole thing; that was fine, but that he hoped we could spend some more time together before the wedding. I shook my head, but I didn't say anything.

"Then he kissed me; a really sweet, gentle kiss that made me feel better and then I left, hoping to God I wouldn't run into Raj and his Mum in the front garden. I would have just died.

"So, there you are; the first person ever to hear that story." Jasmine leaned back and smiled, dreamily. I was still rigid and looking forward to my own repeat performance, but I just needed to know a little more. "So, did you do it again?" I asked.

Jasmine smiled. "You'll just have to wait and see," she said. "Now come on, my white Anjam. Fuck me!"

I needed no further encouragement. Leaping out of bed, my cock wildly swinging, I grabbed her hips, dragged her till her butt was at the edge and lifted her legs to her chest. Reaching for the last time into the drawer, I pulled out a tube of lubricant, flipped off the cap and squirted a generous portion into my palm. Jasmine licked her lips in anticipation and arched her back.

I smeared the cool gel all the way from the back of her butt crack to the top of her cunt that was still wet from arousal. She sighed with pleasure as I worked first one finger, then a second inside her, while my other hand strummed her clit, just like Anjam had done all those years ago. She gasped and began to hump herself against my hand, rolling her head from side to side.

"Fuck me," she whimpered, "Fuck my arse, Anjam." I pulled my fingers from her, leaving a gaping hole into which I immediately began to push my burning cock. She shifted to accommodate me and eagerly bore down to hasten the penetration. 

Almost immediately I sank to the hilt in her butt and she gave a short sharp cry of pain, before reaching down and grabbing my butt cheeks to urge me to thrust into her as deep as I could.

Remembering the story, I grabbed her hand and put it squarely onto her clit and as she began to furiously rub herself to her first orgasm, I began to pound into her like a man possessed. It didn't take me long, but she had already come three times, when I too stiffened up and with a great bellow blasted my cum inside her, twitching and jumping like an eel.

Exhausted, we collapsed into each other's arms and slept again.

...to be continued.



Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 04



I had to take another business trip, so I didn't see Jasmine for three days after that, but I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was obsessed with lust, I suppose. Our encounters had been so intense and I was flattered by her compliments and that she had confided in me. But at the same time, I knew that soon enough, her sister and brother would be back and she would be gone again. I tried not to think about it and determined to make the most of the time we had left, but it came to an end much sooner than I had expected.

On the Tuesday morning, I rushed through my workout and eagerly cycled round to the shop. The shutters were already up and anticipating a possible quickie in the back room, or at least the chance to arrange our next tryst, I strode through the door.

Standing behind the counter was Raj, Jasmine's brother, with his head down, sorting through some papers. I stopped in shock, feeling so unsettled that for a second I contemplated sneaking back out before he saw me. But just as I was about to turn and flee, he looked up and smiled in greeting.

I must have looked a bit strange as I tried to force a grin and racked my mind trying to think what to say. He looked puzzled.

"Have you forgotten me already?" he joked. "We haven't been away that long, have we?"

Slowly my mind clicked back into action and I tried to resume a more normal expression.

"Hi Raj," I croaked. "No, I just didn't expect to see you back so soon. Jas.... I mean your sister said you might be away for a while."

I was still in turmoil, shocked at seeing him, disappointed at not seeing Jasmine and cursing the fact that she and I might have already had our last encounter.

Then I remembered why they had been away. "Er, how's your Mum?" I asked, trying to sound solicitous and probably failing. Raj didn't seem to notice.

"Much, much better thanks for asking. She's home now and the family's looking after her." At that moment, Jasmine's sister Sareeta appeared in the doorway behind him. 

We greeted each other and made awkward small talk for a minute or two, while I wondered how I was going to ask about Jasmine, without sounding too obvious. I figured that she had already gone home and for a moment, felt angry that she hadn't bothered to say goodbye, but just then she too appeared in the doorway.

I glanced at her and quickly looked away, completely unsure how to react. I could even feel myself blushing, which given my age made me feel even more stupid. God! I had it bad.

"Hello again, Mr Helpful," she grinned.

Raj and Sareeta gave her questioning looks. She smiled. "Tony here has been really sweet, while you've been away," she explained, with a meaningful look in my direction. "He helped me with the hard stuff and putting things where they belong," she explained.

I almost choked at the obvious double entendre, but it seemed to sail right past Raj who began to babble on, thanking me effusively. Sareeta, though had a more thoughtful expression on her face and seemed to be watching both me and her sister keenly.

Finally I remembered that I ought to have a reason to be in the shop and stepped over to the rack and picked up my paper. There then followed an embarrassing pantomime with Raj refusing to take my money in gratitude for all my 'help'. Inwardly, I wondered what he'd say if he knew just what 'help' Jasmine had been referring to. All the time I was carefully avoiding looking at her, in case I gave too much away.

As I said my goodbyes, I sneaked a quick glance in her direction. She had taken a step back and was frantically signalling with her eyes, apparently suggesting that I go round to the back of the shop.

I walked out, picked up my bike and acting out a nonchalance I didn't feel, pushed it round the corner and hovered, just within sight of the back gate.

I waited for several minutes, my mind churning over how I could organise one last wild session before she disappeared back to where she came from; back to her real life.

Finally the gate swung open and she emerged, walking purposefully towards me. As she approached, she didn't stop, but pushed past and headed for her car. "Meet me down at the end of the road," she said quietly and then got into her car and drove off.

Like an obedient schoolboy, I jumped back on the bike and pedalled after her.

The road she took was a dead-end that turned into a path leading to an open meadow nestled in a curve of the river. Ahead of me I saw her stop the car, climb out and carry on walking down the path. I followed and found her standing on the river path, looking around at the open space. I pulled up beside her.

"That was a bit of a shock," I began. "I suppose you'll be leaving soon." I must have sounded crestfallen, because she looked at me and smiled sadly.

"Yes," Jasmine said simply and paused. Then said with a laugh, "but not just yet." 

Then she shouted, "Come on!" and began running across the field to a group of trees on the other side. I stood open mouthed for a moment. I had no idea what she was doing, but I soon figured it out. As she ran, she shrugged out of her cardigan, swung it round her head and dropped it on the ground behind her. A few steps further on she peeled off her T-shirt, dropped that as well and continued racing for the trees in her bra and jeans. 

I gasped at her boldness and had to reassure myself that there was no one else in the field, before I pushed off on the bike and started pedalling after her. Ahead of me, still running, she gave two quick kicks and discarded her shoes. Some sense of propriety made me stop and pick up the cardigan and then a few seconds later, her T-shirt.

In the distance I saw her reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. As she dropped it, she turned and continued running backwards so that I could clearly see her magnificent brown tits, bouncing up and down in invitation. Almost at the trees now, she stopped and with a quick hopping motion, slid her jeans down her legs and neatly stepped out of them. I raced on, stopping every few yards to gather up her clothes, but all the time grinning from ear to ear at her audacity.

As I began to get nearer, she stopped just outside the grove, turned and striking a provocative pose, smoothly slid her panties down her thighs, until with a quick kick of one foot, they sailed onto a bush and then, totally naked, she disappeared into the shadows.

Panting from the exertion and already erect in anticipation, I pedalled the last few yards to the thicket, hurriedly grabbed at the final two items and crashed my bike into the narrow opening between two trees.

It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the gloom so at first I couldn't see her. I dropped the bike on its side and peered into the shadows. Inside the thicket, the space opened up a little, the trees making a naturally secluded little room, hidden from the outside world.

It had rained the night before and the ground was muddy underfoot. Peering down, I slowy made out a breathtakingly erotic sight. Jasmine lay on her back, in a bed of mud, her back arched, her legs spread and her glistening cunt gaping at me obscenely in the dim light.

She looked at me with a gleam of lust in her eye, held out her arms and thrust her crotch towards me in an unmistakable invitation. "Fuck me," she demanded and then, almost pleading as I hesitated, "Fuck me, please. Now"

Lost in lust and admiration, I began to tear at my clothes, grunting in frustration. My cock, painfully erect, sprang out as I yanked down my pants and ripped them over my trainers, not wanting to waste the precious seconds it would use to take them off. Her eyes fixed on my cock and she moaned.

In a second, I was on her, thrusting myself inside her wetness. She yelped and locked her arms and legs feverishly round my back as I began to madly piston in and out of her, slamming her down into the mud, feeling its cool sliminess, squishing between our bodies. My hands scrabbled and slipped, trying to maintain my balance, as I mashed my mouth on hers.

Her groin slammed back at me, meeting every thrust with equal violence. Within seconds I could feel my orgasm building and I pounded ever faster, desperate to release my pent-up frustration inside her.

In unison, we stiffened, arched and exploded in a deep simultaneous orgasm that for a moment left us gasping for breath, smeared with mud. But the fever still ran in both of us and a moment later, she threw me off and swung herself round on to all fours, her butt proudly thrust into the air. She dropped her shoulders into the mud and reaching back with both hands, held open the cheeks of her ass. The whole of her back and buttocks were caked in wet, brown earth, so that she looked like a strange animal. 

Amazingly, my cock was still rampantly erect, so I grabbed her hips, aimed straight at her asshole and without hesitation, forced myself inside her. The cool mud felt bizarrely erotic and helped to ease my passage, though she screamed at the sudden entry. Undeterred I began wildly thrusting yet again and just as madly she thrust back. 

We bucked like beasts, slapping into each other, sending mud flying around, as I fought my way to a second orgasm. Neither of us seemed to be thinking about the other, each mindlessly focused on taking our pleasure. When I finally came, I felt my whole being blasting into her bowels and felt her sphincter clamping painfully round the base of my cock.

I groaned and fell sideways into the mud at her side, gasping from the intensity. Barely conscious, I was only half aware that she had not come, but I was so drained I didn't care. 

Through a haze, I watched as she twisted in frustration, flopped onto her back again, spread her legs wide and began furiously beating on her clit, until with a wild scream she forced herself to a violent climax, every muscle as taut as a steel wire.

Our ragged breathing filled the air, slowly dying away as we drifted in dazed amazement. As my head cleared I looked at her covered almost completely in a dark film of mud, even darker than her brown skin. Glancing down, I grimaced at the strange sight of myself, almost as completely caked, but with strange random patches of my much paler skin, showing through. Jasmine tilted her head, languidly eyed the weird striations and began to giggle. For a moment, I was irritated, but shortly I began to see the funny side. Two naked grown-ups, lying in a mud bath, giggling like children.

I began to sober up when I remembered that this was probably the last time we would be together, but I didn't want to break the mood.

"I think you'd better come back to mine and take a shower," I suggested, pointing at her hair which was a matted mess of mud and leaves, plastered to her head. She smiled ruefully and I sensed that she too was aware of the air of finality.

We pulled dry clothes awkwardly over our mud-caked skin and silently made our way back to her car. I managed to fit my bike into the back and still without speaking we drove to my flat.

She went straight into the shower, while I mooched about trying not to get mud on the furniture. When she finally came out, we looked at each other awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

Finally, I broke the silence. "I know you have to go back home soon, but I'd really like to see you one more time."

She looked away and said, quietly, "I don't know. I think it's better if I just go."

I understood, but hated the thought of ending it this way. "You can't go," I said.

She looked up at me questioningly. "Why not?"

I forced a smile. "Because you didn't tell me the rest of the story about you and your father."

Jasmine hesitated for a second, obviously wrestling inwardly, before coming to a decision. "OK. I'll try, but I'm not promising anything."

I nodded in acceptance, not really believing her. She pecked me quickly on the cheek, turned and walked out of the door and out of my life.

I couldn't bring myself to watch her go. Instead, I peeled off my clothes and walked into the bathroom. There were still brown streaks in the shower base and leaves clustered round the drain. 

I stood for a long time under the spray and watched the last traces of Jasmine swirl away. 

...to be continued.



Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 05



After Jasmine left and went home, I was at a loss. In a way it was ridiculous. What had I expected? She wasn't going to leave her husband and move in with me and at the end of the day, I didn't want her to, but she definitely left a void.

We had only slept together three times and now I was moping about, feeling like my right arm had been torn off. It didn't make any sense. Was I in love? No, but I was definitely in lust.

I tried not to think about her too much and threw myself into my work. I was in the middle of a complex negotiation at the time, which made things a little easier, but I still found myself, during odd moments, wondering what she was doing and whether she was thinking about me.

I thought about getting in touch with her. Maybe I could persuade her to sneak away every so often for a wild session in some hotel? After all, she didn't live that far away and I had no ties. But maybe that would be just a little too close to home for her; literally and figuratively.

And regardless of that, I didn't have her number anyway. I could hardly go round to the shop and ask her sister and brother for it, could I? What possible reason could I give them, apart from the truth? I could hardly waltz in and casually drop into the conversation, oh by the way, while you were away, I've been fucking your sister, in every hole; you wouldn't happen to have her number, would you? So I was stuck.

And I have to say that it wasn't just the sex I was missing. Her storytelling had given me just as much pleasure and I was really keen to know what else had happened between her and her filthy old father Anjam. I thought about that story a lot and on several nights found myself masturbating to mingled erotic thoughts of Jasmine now and Jasmine then, experiencing her first major sexual experience.

In the end, Jasmine solved the problem for me. Sort of.

I was driving back from the shops one evening, having stocked up on basic supplies; like cigarettes, bourbon and chocolate. But I wasn't shopping at Raj and Sareeta's anymore. It was stupid really, it wasn't as if they were going to chase me off the premises, shouting "Marriage breaker" and pelting me with hard-boiled sweets, but still, somehow I didn't feel comfortable. So I'd not been back for two weeks and I was getting my supplies elsewhere.

My phone beeped once on the seat beside me, but it wasn't till I got back and humped my purchases up to the flat that I looked to see that I had a text from a number I didn't recognise. There was no message as such, just the symbols /\o/\ arranged just like that.

I guess I'm pretty slow, but it took me a good 10 minutes of staring at it, turning it upside down and sideways and even holding it in front of the mirror, before I realised it was meant to be a pair of legs, splayed apart, with knees raised and an opening in the middle.

Instantly, my cock twitched like someone had just pushed their finger into my sphincter and I knew it was from Jasmine. I had no evidence and I wasn't even sure how she had got my number, because we'd never exchanged, but I knew it was her without a shred of doubt.

I found myself grinning like an idiot, pacing around the flat, trying to stop myself calling her straight back and shouting Hallelujah! Something was telling me to play it cool, so I calmed myself down, hit reply, keyed in o-> and pressed send. 

Seconds later another text arrived, simply saying -- 'be patient'. So I was.

It nearly drove me crazy, but I waited patiently for three days. Every day I itched to call that number, text a hundred messages or even take a picture of my cock and send it. But I didn't.

In the end my patience was rewarded. I had just climbed into bed on the third day, when my phone started to ring and it was the same number again.

I smiled, took a deep breath and pressed the answer key. "Hello?" I queried. There was silence at the other end; I couldn't even hear her breathe.

"Hello," I repeated. "Jasmine?" there was an audible sigh at the other end. I waited.

"Hi," she said eventually, "how are you?"

"A million times better for hearing from you," I was gushing a bit, I realised, but it was almost as if I could feel her smiling at the other end. "I didn't think I'd hear from you again," I admitted.

"Well you nearly didn't," she said playfully, "but, Hey! A girl has to have some fun now and again."

"Is your husband way," I asked, and kicked myself for probably spoiling the mood.

"No," she said blithely, "he's sitting right next to me. Do you want to say hello?"

I must have gulped audibly at that, because she snorted. "For God's sake, don't be a dick! Do you think I'd be calling you if he was here?" And she laughed loudly.

"Damn you woman!" I cursed at her, amused and embarrassed equally. "You got me."

"Didn't I just?" She laughed again. "No, hubbie's away in Azerbaijan or somewhere equally unpronounceable."

My ears pricked up at that one. "So, you fancied some fun, did you? Want me to come round?" I didn't really mean it, although I would have been thrilled if she'd said yes.

"No!" she barked sharply and I knew I'd caught a nerve. "No," she said again, more softly this time. "That wouldn't be ..." she paused, searching for the right words. "It would be nice, but it wouldn't be .... right," she concluded. I understood and I was a little disappointed, but what the hell? I told myself -- at least we're talking.

"So," I said, brightly. "What's happening?"

"Well," she said, thoughtfully, "I thought you might like to hear a story."

A giant grin split my face. "Oh yes, indeed I would," I replied.

"Good," she said in a comfortable voice. "Sit back, relax and we'll begin." Once again, my cock twitched in anticipation and Jasmine's sultry voice had me in its thrall.

"Now, where were we?" she asked rhetorically. "Oh yes. Young Jasmine; that's me by the way, had just been fucked up the arse by my own prospective father and I was in a bit of a state."

"After I left Anjam in his bedroom, I flew downstairs, praying that I wasn't going to run into Kumar or his Mum. I don't know which would have been worse and the thought of seeing both of them together just terrified me. My hair was all over the place, my makeup was smudged, my back passage was sore and I felt like I had a sign over my head saying 'Whore', in huge neon letters.

"I ran out of there, jumped into my little car and took off up the road like a bank robber, sort of crying and snuffling to myself. I didn't know whether I was more upset about cheating on Kumar, cheating on Kumar with his Dad, or just because I was such an awful slut. Probably all three.

"When I got home my mind was all over the place. I dashed inside, managing to avoid my Mum, ran upstairs to the bathroom and jumped in the shower. I think a part of me figured that if I got myself clean enough it would be like it had never happened.

"They say that's what rape victims do isn't it? Wash themselves obsessively? Not that I felt like I'd been raped. I was angrier with myself, really, almost as if I'd violated myself in a way. Like I was really afraid that I'd turned into the kind of girl who enjoyed being butt-fucked by a father figure; because I knew that's exactly what I had turned into. It was weird. I just wanted it not to have happened, so I could be the old, prim and innocent Jasmine again.

"How was I going to ever face Kumar again, let alone his Dad, or his Mum? I'd never be able to look any of them in the eye, ever again. Under the spray, while I scrubbed myself obsessively, I went through my options. Firstly, I was going to call off the wedding, that was for sure.

"Maybe, I could pretend I had a fatal disease and become a nun. Or I could get myself run over by a car and then everyone would be really upset, especially Anjam and he'd probably die of guilt. But then I thought that he'd probably breathe a sigh of relief and find some other teenager to molest.

"So then I thought I'd tell them all that he raped me and then I'd become a nun. But I wasn't sure if you could become a nun after you'd been violated. And I wasn't even sure if there were any Hindu convents. And even I had to admit that it hadn't exactly been rape, had it? Then I decided I'd just run away. I had some savings and a half tank of petrol; I could be in Scotland by morning.

"Anyway, after I'd showered and washed myself about five times, I calmed down a bit. I think my Mum was worried because she knocked on the door at one point and asked if I was alright. I just told her I had an upset stomach and she went away.

"A bit later after I'd dried myself off and dashed into my bedroom and locked the door, I started thinking about things more rationally. Now, I told myself that the whole encounter with Anjam was a crazy one off. It was certainly never going to happen again and that no matter how embarrassing it was I was just going to have to brazen it out the first few times I saw him. I just had to make absolutely sure, to never, ever, ever be alone with him again. Even then I think I knew that there was a very thin line between me managing to resist him and throwing myself in front of him like a panting slut. 

"I certainly recognised the danger, but I could also see that with a bit of careful management, it would be possible to get through the whole thing, get married and get back to the life I'd been working up to for the past year. Once I was a married woman, he wouldn't dare do anything. Would he? Would I?

"I tried to suppress the excited side of me, but that night in bed, I just kept playing and replaying the afternoon in my head and it made me hornier than I had ever been in my life. All I could see, was his big body looming over me and the look of intense lust on his face and all I could do was keep frigging myself to orgasm after orgasm until I fell asleep exhausted just as it was getting light.

"Although I did manage to avoid being anywhere near Anjam for quite a while, I knew that eventually I'd have to be in the same room as him, before Kumar started to wonder why I kept making excuses not to come round to his house. The wedding was getting nearer and I couldn't put it off forever. My Mum and his were forever trying to involve me in the wedding plans and couldn't understand why, when it meant going round to their house, I would be mysteriously unavailable.

"One thing that did change though was how hot and heavy things were getting with Kumar. I was still determined not to go all the way with him before the wedding and found myself perversely grateful that Anjam hadn't deflowered me, at least not in the normal way. But that didn't mean that Kumar and I didn't have our moments, teetering on the brink of full blown sex.

"I kept pushing the boundaries further and further, every time we were alone, practically throwing myself at him. Part of me wanted to stick to our vow and wait till it was time, but another part wanted him to get so carried away with lust that he'd just throw me on the floor and fuck me till my eyes bled. But that wasn't really Kumar's style. He was a sweet, stubborn thing and once he decided he was going to protect me from myself, there was no swaying him.

"I was in a constant fever. It was as if Anjam had turned on a one way switch and I had gone from being mildly sexually aware, to being continually horny, like a cat in heat. I just couldn't stop thinking about sex. All the time. Everywhere.

"As well as spending a good two hours every night, masturbating, till I fell asleep in a sweaty tangle, I was constantly in a state of arousal during the day.

"When I woke up in the morning, if I didn't bring myself off before getting out of bed, I'd definitely finger myself to orgasm in the shower. Sometimes I'd do both. I didn't have a vibrator or anything and I was afraid of breaking my hymen if I pushed anything inside me, but one night in a desperate attempt to recreate something of the pleasure I'd felt from Anjam's unexpected backdoor approach, I hit a new low. 

"We were sitting at the dinner table at the time. I was bored by the usual, tedious family conversation so I was daydreaming about getting caught in a cupboard with Anjam forcing his fat cock into me. I was just clamping my thighs together on the chair and feeling my panties getting damp, when I suddenly noticed a trio of nice, slim, red candles standing tall and erect in the centre-piece right in front of me.

"I might have even gasped, audibly at the sudden thought of what I could do with one of those, but I don't remember anyone taking any notice. I couldn't wait for dinner to be over and my mother had never seen me so eager to help clear away.

"Accidentally, on purpose I swung a dish round and knocked one of the tempting, wax phalluses on to the floor. It snapped in half, but that was OK -- I didn't need much length. Not for the first time anyway.

"Giddy with my own cleverness, I quickly snatched up the pieces. 'Sorry Mum,' I said as I secretly slipped them into the pocket of my cardigan.

"As soon as I could, I disappeared up to my room, locked the door and got down to business. I was so excited, my panties were soaked just thinking about what I was about to do

"Within seconds, I was naked, crouched on the bed on all fours and with no more than a lick of saliva as a lubricant, I was pushing the tapered end of that candle into my little twitching arsehole and strumming my clit like a heavy metal guitarist. The first time I did it, I had to bury my head in the pillow to smother my screams; it felt so absolutely, fucking amazing!

"I was so turned on, while at the same time feeling so incredibly depraved, that I thought I was going to pass out with the sheer, filthy pleasure of it. 

"But once you start, you can't stop. Or I couldn't anyway. After a couple of days, that skinny little dinner candle wasn't enough. If a middle-aged man could get his fat cock up my arse, then I sure as hell could accommodate a bigger candle. A few days later I found myself, wandering round the home ware section of the local department store, surreptitiously measuring the girth of candles with my finger and thumb. 

"After lots of testing I finally chose one that I figured was exactly Anjam-sized and was even the right sort of beigy-brown colour. When I got it home, I decided the top edge was a bit sharp. My Mum was out, so, don't laugh, but I used her potato peeler to round off the end and make it more cock-shaped.

Jasmine paused in her story to giggle delightedly and I joined her. It was a powerful image she had conjured up. I imagined her bent over the kitchen work surface, her tongue between her teeth in concentration, carefully carving her first, very own, sex toy.

By this time, I had my own cock in my hand and was firmly stroking myself to the rhythm of her words and I was eager for her to continue.

"Is this turning you on?" She wondered.

"Don't ask silly questions," I snapped back. "Just get on with it."

"Well, my new candle was just amazing. It was like an entirely new world of self-pleasure opening up to me, quite apart from what Anjam had introduced me to. I felt I could keep doing this and getting more and more depraved for years. I was obsessed.

"After the first couple of times, I realised that my cock-candle needed a bit of modification, so I snuck back to the kitchen drawer and used the peeler again to make it a bit narrower just below the end, so that my arse would grip on to it and I wouldn't have to keep holding it. That way I was completely hands free and I could touch myself however I wanted.

"I developed this whole ritual where I was recreating what had happened with Anjam. I used to put on the same dress and pretend we were in the garden. I'd hold my hand out to my imaginary father and feel him licking it. Then I'd pretend we had gone upstairs and I would strip for him, watching myself in the mirror through his eyes. I'd pull my dress over my head, unfasten my bra and drop my panties, imagining his lecherous eyes all over me. Then I'd position myself on the edge of the bed with my legs in the air, my arse slathered in baby oil and then I'd slowly push that fat candle into my twitching arse, until my sphincter gripped it tight and frig myself like a crazy woman till I'd come at least seven or eight times.

"And it wasn't just at home either. I was constantly horny everywhere else as well. If I was out shopping, I would have to disappear into the toilets at the mall at least once, just to sit on the bowl, drop my knickers round my ankles and stroke myself off. If I could hear anyone else in the room or in the next cubicle, that just made it naughtier and more exciting. I could bring myself off in a just few minutes from a standing start, biting my lip to keep from whimpering and trying to pant as quietly as possible.

"At the time I was in college doing a business diploma. I wasn't that interested in it and frankly had no intention of working after I got married, so I was just going through the motions really. Anyway, on a typical college day, I would go to the toilet at least three times, for a quick stroke.

"I got madder and madder with it, pushing the boundaries. Sometimes, if there was no one in there, I'd actually stand in front of the mirror, step out of my knickers and lift up the front of my skirt and play with myself in full view. A couple of times I almost got caught when people came in and I had to drop my skirt and scuttle into a cubicle. One time, when I thought the place was empty, I'm sure someone was in a cubicle listening to me and maybe spying on me. I don't know who, but the thought just got me even hornier.

"So this was maybe a period of about three weeks where my determination to avoid Anjam grew stronger while my horniness and risk taking just grew crazier and crazier. And all the while, no matter where I was, no matter how I brought myself to orgasm, it was always the dirty movie of him fucking me relentlessly up the arse that kept playing over and over in my head. I guess it was inevitable that something had to give, but it wasn't what I expected.

"One day I was feeling particularly frustrated. I'd overslept in the morning and in my rush to get to college, I'd not had time for a finger fuck. Then all day at college, it seemed like there was always someone else around, so I couldn't sneak off to satisfy myself. Right at the end of the day, I finally managed to snatch one hurried orgasm, standing up in a toilet cubicle, my dress bunched up under my armpits, my knickers round my knees, my fingers frantically strumming my clit at double speed and with an eye-shadow pencil clamped between my teeth to stifle the moans.

"In my hurry, I must have failed to fasten the door properly and I was just reaching the final strokes when to my shock, the door swung open and I found myself staring into the eyes of some girl I'd never seen before. Which was a relief, I must say. If it had been someone who knew me, I would have spontaneously combusted right there.

"As it was, I just froze and so did she. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she scanned me up and down, with her mouth half open in a sort of dopey pout. The moment seemed to have its own strange logic. I somehow seemed to know and accept that for some compelling reason, she wasn't going to be able to move until I finished what I'd started. It was really weird but there was also a huge adrenaline rush that coursed through me. I'd never had any sexual thoughts about another woman and in a strange way, I wasn't having them now. It was just a person; or an animal, watching another animal doing an animal act.

"With her no more than two feet away from me with her eyes clamped onto my crotch, I stared at her while my fingers started up their beat on my swollen clit again, twice as fast this time, desperate to push myself over the edge before anyone else came in. 




Cigarettes, Paper ...You? Ch. 05



"Somehow, I could handle her watching; I even welcomed it. But it had to be done right now so we could both walk away. Every muscle in my body was as taut as steel as my flying fingers finally took me to my climax. Her eyes never strayed from my cunt. I was dripping. I even think that there were drops of my juices flying about, I was working myself so fast and I'm sure that when the orgasm hit me it was so strong that my eyes rolled back in my head. It felt like a steam train running over me and my legs sagged so much, I almost collapsed. 

"For a tiny second, as I recovered, our eyes met and she gave me a look so intense I couldn't decipher whether she was overcome with lust or seeing into my very soul. I pulled myself together, dropped my dress, yanked up my knickers, grabbed my bag and flew out of there, almost knocking her over. I couldn't speak. I was still feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm which made me so shaky I was banging into the walls as I ran out.

Jasmine paused in her narrative for a moment and I took the opportunity to fire a barrage of questions at her. "How did you feel? What did she do? Did you see her again?" The more I heard the more I wanted to hear. The way she told her stories had me in total thrall not to mention a complete state of arousal. I had been keeping myself on the brink of coming ever since she mentioned the candle.

Jasmine laughed. "Whoah! Slow down boy. I like telling you stories. You're a very appreciative audience, but you have to learn to be patient."

"It's the way you tell 'em," I joked back "and they're great stories. You always manage to surprise me."

"Oh don't worry, there are plenty more surprises to come," she giggled down the phone, making my cock twitch in happy anticipation. "Shall I carry on, my horny listener?" she teased.

"You'd better," I panted. "I want to hear the rest before I come.

"OK," she said, "but I can't let you have too much of a good thing in one go. I'll tell you what happened the rest of that day, but then you'll have to wait for the next instalment."

Then she continued. "Anyway, after I ran out of the toilet, my head was spinning with the sheer juicy filthiness of it all, but at the same time a voice, remarkably like my mother's was screaming in my head. What on earth are you doing? I'd gone from being a buttoned up goody-goody, little Asian girl, to an anal-sex obsessed, exhibitionist and possibly a lesbian skank in less than two weeks. I needed to pull myself together.

"But the day wasn't quite over. I was supposed to be going out with Kumar that evening. I was still in a bit of a carnal daze when I got home and I had to admit to myself that despite the madness and the warning voices, I was still feeling very horny.

"When Kumar walked in the door, all polite and grown-up, all I wanted to do was jump on him, drag him upstairs and impale myself on his cock like a predatory slut. But that was hardly practical; not with my Mum and Dad there cooing over their future son like he was the second coming of Krishna and him being a bit, well, wimpy. And after all we had vowed to stay pure till our wedding night. But I was so juiced up that I could have happily fucked him to a withered stump right there on my Mother's Afghan rug if it would just satisfy my all-consuming craving.

"Anyway, of course I managed to control myself and we went out to the movies.

"I've no idea what picture we saw. I was far too busy, squirming in my seat debating whether to run off to the toilet and frig myself into a frenzy, or just crawl over the armrest and rub myself off on Kumar's lap.

"At one point I couldn't handle it any longer, so I reached over, put my hand on his crotch and started to rub him through his trousers. He went white with fear and tried to push my hand away, but at the same time I could feel him getting rigid in another way.

"Part of me hated him for being such a scaredy-cat and another part felt sorry for him, because I'd suddenly turned into such a horn-monster. He just didn't know how to handle it and to be honest, neither did I.

"He successfully fought me off in the cinema and I managed to keep a lid on it, at least till we got back to his car. It was dark in the car park and I was determined to grasp my opportunity. Before he could even start the engine, I'd leaned across grabbed his head and started snogging him like a woman possessed. We'd only ever tentatively dabbled with tongues, but now I used mine like a battering ram to force his lips apart and mash myself on to him. At the same time, I was scrabbling at his zip trying to drag his cock out.

"I knew I was well out of line by any of our previous standards, but I just couldn't stop myself. I desperately wanted to sweep him away on a frenzy of lust and have him ravage me across the front seats. To hell with waiting, to hell with virginity, I wanted it all right then and there, in every hole.

"But poor old Raj was still singing off the same old song-sheet. After all, he hadn't been fucked up the arse by his father, in some kind of bizarre, sexual road to Damascus moment, like me. He hadn't seen the light. But I had and it was cock shaped and I wanted more.

"The whole thing just deteriorated into an embarrassing wrestling match, with Kumar indignantly huffing and puffing and 'Get-offing.' And me whining like a spoilt kid being deprived of a bag of sweets.

"He eventually sort of shoved me off and looked at me as if I'd just tried to desecrate his grandmother's grave. In some weird way I suppose I had. I certainly wasn't conforming to the rules of our culture.

"It still makes me cringe when I think about it 20 years later and I guess it must have embarrassed Kumar too because we've never once mentioned it since. In fact the only other person I've ever told about is Sareeta and now you, of course.

"I was so embarrassed and so awash with hormones that I did the only thing possible under the circumstances. I burst into floods of tears and between wailing gasps of breath demanded that he take me home immediately. Kumar was just beaten down. He had no idea what to think. I'm sure he thought I'd gone mental temporarily. For my part I was so embarrassed at myself, that completely unreasonably I turned it on him. At that moment, I hated him with a loathing so pure, if I'd looked at him, his head would have been burnt clean off.

"When we got to my house, I was out of the car and running up the front path even before he'd come to a stop. He was too shocked to say or do anything and just drove off meekly, while I slammed through the front door and ran up the stairs, sobbing.

"Very wisely and much to my relief, my parents didn't come chasing after me. I think they had more idea of how to handle hormonal teenage girls than I ever gave them credit for at the time.

"In fact they never mentioned it the next day, by which time I had calmed down considerably. Not least because something else happened that night that blew my mind even further.

Jasmine paused and giggled again. "But you, Mr Handjob, will just have to wait till the next thrilling instalment to find out what that was."

I groaned in frustration, still clutching my throbbing member in a palm slick with anticipatory sweat.

"Just tell me one thing," I gasped, did you get fucked by your father again?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," she laughed, infuriatingly. "Maybe. Maybe not. But right now, I want to hear you finish what you started."

"Damn you woman, you're a terrible tease," I only half jokingly remonstrated. But I was more than happy to oblige her. Without another word, I speeded up my rubbing fist and began to push myself to the final climax. I could hear Jasmine breathing deeply at the other end of the phone.

I had no idea if she was similarly engaged, but in a way I didn't care. All I could see was my vision of her younger self, either spread across her teenage bedroom with her legs akimbo and an oil-slicked candle poking from her arse or spotlighted in a college toilet, half dressed and eye-locked with a shocked fellow student girl while she thrummed herself to a public orgasm. Seconds later I was gasping with relief as strings of jism leapt from my pulsing cock and splattered on my tense thighs.

Even as I collapsed back into the cushions I heard her whisper "Night, night lover" and the click as the phone went dead in my hands.

As I drifted into a contented sleep I couldn't help marvelling at what an enigmatic and fascinating woman she was. Even if I couldn't get to see her for now and I was still determined to make that happen if I could, I had to admit that her stories were a pretty good substitute in the meantime.

... to be continued